but my heart is tellin me yes

Memories and Dreams

This ficlet is part of the Claire returns early with Bree AU which begins with A Ringing Phone and a Folder.

This ficlet is a direct continuation from The Growing Heat of Summer

My Fanfiction Master List

Available on AO3 as The Nature of Choice.

This is an Outlander canon divergence AU.

As always, let me know what you think.

Keep reading

Part Two, Chapter Five: Raigmore.

Last time, on A Child of the Stones…

Jamie sent Claire and Julia (aka Faith) thru the standing stones of Craigh na Dun. Claire returned to her own time empty handed, believing Julia to have stayed with Jamie and died in the hours before Culloden. Upon being reunited with her husband, she discovers that Julia had not, in fact, done so. This is troublesome as Claire visited Julia’s grave at Lallybroch in 1968. Jamie asserts that no such grave exists, meaning Julia would return to her ancestral home and be buried there sometime between then (1766) and 1968.

How is this possible? Where and when had she gone?

You can find links to previous chapters here.

April 16th, 2007, 7:45pm; Raigmore Hospital, Inverness, Scotland.
Nurse Katie Campbell.

“Abandoned toddler found in Cairngorms National Park by hiker. Unresponsive. Requesting immediate evac to Raigmore Hospital from St Vincent’s.”

The foundling had, of course, been granted permission and arrived post-haste in Inverness ten minutes ago in critical condition.

“She was wearing this?” I nudged the plastic bag containing the clothing the little girl had been found in, an audible squish coming from the soggy outfit. Homespun dress, knit sweater, and cloth nappy had all been hand made along with her crudely fashioned leather shoes.

“Aye, an’ a’ the top o’ Craigh na Dun, no less,” an orderly added.

I rolled my eyes. Granny Fiona had told my siblings and I stories of people and fairies that traveled thru the stones, but I’d never believed them to be anything but what they were: stories.

“Ye ken the standin’ stones o’ Craigh na Dun, don’t ye? ‘Tis an unlucky place, to be sure, Nurse Campbell.” he warned

The head matron snorted in derision behind me, “Dinna listen to Gavin, Katie, lass. He’s full o’ the auld tales.”

“Aye, that I be, Auntie,” Gavin grinned and shrugged, winking cheekily at her. “But who do ye suppose told ‘em to me?”

“Get on wi’ ye,” she shooed him away while trying her best not to smile.

11:30 pm

The Pediatric Intensive Care Unit, PICU for short, was quiet tonight. I sat and held her hand as I watched her irregular heartbeat on the monitor. The room was dark and silent around us.

A sudden creak of the mattress made me jump.

Still unconscious, it hadn’t been the child. I looked to the foot of the bed and my blood ran cold.

There, sitting and holding the little girl’s other hand, was a woman I had never seen before in my life. Her clothes were as strange as the child’s had been, a green bodice and skirt made up in an ancient fashion. A breeze that I didn’t feel stirred the curls around her shoulders and I knew in an instant that she wasn’t really here.

Before I could figure out what on earth to say, she turned to me and spoke. “Please,” she begged, her voice melodic and almost otherworldly. “Save my baby.”

I simply nodded, unsure of how to respond to a request from a ghost.

The figure bent over the child and placed a kiss on her cheek, tucking the little girl’s auburn curls behind her ears. With this loving caress from her mother, the child’s heart rate became stronger and her eyelids flickered.

“Her name is Julia,” the woman whispered as she stood. Then, looking at me, asked, “You’ll take care of her for me, won’t you?”

“I will,” I vowed without hesitation.

2:00 am

“Julia?” The head matron repeated dubiously.

I shrugged, realizing how strange I must sound, “Call it mother’s intuition, but I think that’s her name.”

“Ye aren’t a mam, lass…” A slow grin spread across the woman’s face. “Unless this is yer way of tellin’ me somethin’.”

“No!” I shook my head, warmth spreading across my cheeks. “It’s just that I feel a sort of connection to her. She doesn’t have anyone, you know?”

“Aye, I ken, poor bairn. Just dinna get too attached to the wee thing.” She patted my shoulder as I left the nurse’s station and headed to my car.

10:00 am

Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Pause. Bzzzz. Bzzzz.

I knocked the phone off the bedside table in my haste to silence it. Sliding halfway off the bed, I snatched it off the floor and glared at the screen.

Six unread messages. Three from the Head Matron, my boss, and three from Gracie, my best friend and fellow nurse at the hospital.

Good Lord, they knew I wasn’t on call, right? I was just there and would be again in a matter of hours. What was so important that it couldn’t wait four more hours?

I scrolled thru the texts on my lock screen, still able to read them in the order received.

9am- HM- Yer bairn is awake.

9:15am- Gracie- OMG she’s so PRECIOUS

9:30am- HM- Any chance ye could come in early?

9:40am- Gracie- paging baby whisperer


10:00am- HM- Need you STAT

“Shit,” I muttered as I hit the button to call my boss.

“How soon can ye be here?” were the first words out of her mouth.

I yanked on my scrubs and ran towards the door, “Be there in ten!”

Fifteen minutes later.

Julia’s screams welcomed me as I pushed open the PICU doors. Thankfully, she was our only patient at the moment and wouldn’t upset any other children, but the sound was quickly tying a knot in the pit of my stomach.

“Katie’s here!” Gracie’s shoulders sagged with relief as she announced my entrance.

“What have you tried to get her to settle?” I asked, looking over my shoulder while I quickly washed my hands.

She sighed, “More like wha’ havena we tried.”

I grinned and winked at her.

I had a good track record of calming young children down when our tried and true methods failed, earning me the nickname of Baby Whisperer. It was a bit of a misnomer, though, as I was as normal as could be with infants.

Julia sat upright in bed, her cheeks red with the exertion of screaming bloody murder. A frazzled nurse looked up as I approached, giving me a thankful smile.

I greeted the distraught child in a sing song voice while still a good distance from her. Her head snapped in my direction and I continued speaking, switching to Gaelic for something new to distract her.

Much, a eudail, chan eil caoineadh.”  Shh, darling, don’t cry.

Eyes wide and suddenly silent, she stretched out her arms to me. I swept her onto my lap as I sat down on the bed. She took a deep, shuddering breath and melted into me.

“That’s the way.” I praised. Humming, I rubbed her back in gentle strokes until she was at last completely calm. I shifted her in my arms so she could see my face and smiled down at her, “You are such a brave girl, a leannan.”

Her dark lashes blinked slowly as she studied me, quite serious. A tentative hand reached out and patted my cheek as if in thanks.

I took it in mine and kissed it, warranting me a shy smile from the little girl who would quickly become my everything.

anonymous asked:

How would Niall react if emery walked in on him and the missus while they were doing things?

He couldn’t believe she’d snuck in. 

He didn’t even hear her. Her fingertips clutching onto her favourite teddy bear, her puppy printed pyjamas clinging onto her torso, her blonde locks brushing alongst her cheeks as tears dry against her skin. She nudged in their bedroom door, her gasp drawing his attention.

His girlfriend pushed her palms against his chest, his figure slipping off of their mattress, his hands shuffling quickly as he lifts her tee shirt and panties, her fingertips shuffling beneath their comforter, pulling on her clothes before her daughter would climb onto their bed, nuzzling against her chest as she falls asleep, once more. 

“Daddy, are you okay?”

“Uh, yea’. ‘m okay.”

“Why’re you on the floor, t’en?”

“Uh, I fell. ‘m goin’ to go to t’e bathroom, really quick. I’ll be right back.”


His fingertips would wiggle his briefs up his thighs, his knees giving out as he stumbles into their en-suite bathroom, his lips puffing out a heavy breath as he uses their toilet, a strangled moan disguised by a cough, his palm covering his mouth as he breathes. He would wash his hands swiftly, flicking their light off before padding across their carpet, his bum sitting on their mattress before laying his back against their sheets, his pillow cupping his head, a grunt leaving his lips as his daughter bounces against their bed, placing her cheek against his heart, snuggling against his chest.

“What were you and Mummy doing?”

“Uh, I was telling Mummy a secret.”

“Why’d you fall off the bed?”

“Y’know how I have a funky knee?”


“’me knee slipped.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Yeah. ‘s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Piglet.”

“Niall,” his girlfriend whispered, a giggle leaving her lips as she grins, gazing into his shining blue orbs, her heart pounding as she admires her daughter and boyfriend snuggled, together. “Telling a secret?”

“Mhm, a secret. She’s never goin’ to know about sex. ‘m not tellin’ her!”

“Sure, okay.”

“No, I’m not tellin’ her. I’m doin’ my job of trying to keep her away from boys.”

“Mhm, okay.”

Cr9nus Amp9ra, every69dy.

A series 9f pick up lines I’ve heard Cr9nus use:

“Hey, chief, you like blowvin on vwhistles so much, vwhy don’t you blowv on mine?” 

“You’re so hot, you make the equator look like the north pole.” 

“Hey, I’m lookin’ for treasure, can I look around your chest?”

“I may not be a pirate, but I vwant a piece of that booty.” 

“There’s a party in my pants and you’re invwited.” 

“Come here or my dick will start CUMING for you! Vwhere are you goin’?”

“I lost my vwirginity, can I havwe yours?”

“My body is tellin’ me yes, I hope yours is doin’ the same thing.” 

“Vwhat’s your favworite silvervware? ‘Cause I like the spoon!” 

“Excuse, me, I’vwe lost my phone number, can I borrowv yours?” 

“Hi, vwill you reject me if I try and pick you up?”

“Hey, honey. I’vwe got money!”

“Do you havwe a map? Cause I got lost in your eyes.”

“Can I havwe directions? To your heart?” 

“I’m sorry, I’m an artist, it’s my job to stare at beautiful women!”

“I’m sorry, I’m an artist, it’s my job to stare at beautiful men!”

“If I followved you home, would you keep me?” 

“Your father must be a thief, cause he stole the brightest star and put it in your eyes.” 

“You’re like a dictionary, you add meaning to my life.”

“Hey, Kan, you’vwe got a nice ass, vwhat time does it open?”

“I’m an interior decorator, can I  fill your interior?”

“Fuck me I’m desperate.”

anonymous asked:

ahh.. ^^ itd b awkward tellin u who i really am i think.. so shh its a secret..! no ok but like srsly. ur art? amazing. ur personality? hilarious. ur face? adorable. u r deadass such a great person 2 have on my dash.. even tho u don't update ur art blog often. still. ur reblogs r top quality too. idk why but I feel like u rly deserve a whole buncha compliments rn so, yes,, anyway ily bro u r a boss ass bitch B)

im going to throw myself into the sun this is like the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me?? like lowkey i have been having such a bad week thank you for saving my life anon ily too

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you please make a Stiles one based on a One Direction song? You choose! Than you

Half a Heart



Song: Half a Heart (midnight memories) I recommend listening to it

Stiles’s POV

So your friends been tellin’ me, you’ve been sleeping in my sweater and you can’t stop missing me. I bet my friends been tellin’ you I’m not doin much better cause I’m missing half of me

I was walking down the hallway miserable as always. Life wasn’t going my way lately and all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry. Cry because I lost her. The only good thing still in my life.

I plopped down in my desk ungracefully and buried my face in my hands until Lydia walked up to me.

“Hey Stiles.” she said softly.

“Hi.” I replied but my voice came out harsh and scratchy. 

“You know Stiles, you’re not the only one suffering. She misses you like crazy. Y/N still wears your sweater to bed because she said it still smelt like you and she needs that comforting feeling of home to fall asleep.”

“I know, I bet Scott’s been telling her the same thing about me. I’m a wreck without her. She was the other half of me Lydia. She was kind and compassionate. She was everything I wasn’t. Without her I feel incomplete. Like I don’t feel like myself at all.”

And bein’ here without you is like I’m waking up to only half a blue sky, kinda there but not quite. I’m walking around with just one shoe. I’m half a heart without you. I’m half a man at best with half an arrow in my chest. I miss everything we do, I’m half a heart without you.

Without Y/N I feel some empty. It feels like waking up and only half the sky being blue. It’s this horrible feeling like you know something should be there but it’s not. I’m so out of it I walked out of the house today with only one shoe and didn’t notice until Scott pointed it out.

God, I miss her. I literally feel like my heart was split in half. I’m definitely not the same person anymore. She made me so happy. She brought the light into my life. She made me want to be kinder and more joyful. She made me that. Now that she’s gone I’m half a man at best. I literally miss everything we did. From the way we played silly games like four year olds to having late night talks about the future.

Forgot all we said that night, no it doesn’t even matter because we both got split in two. If you could spare an hour or so we can go to lunch down by the river, we can really talk it through.

I needed to make things right. So I got up and went to go find Y/N. I found her at her locker slowly putting her books away. It was as if everything was moving in fast motion around her and she was in slow motion. I slowly creep up towards her trying to not get cold feet on my way over.

“Hey Y/N.” I said slowly.

“Oh, hey Stiles.” her tone matched mine with a slight surprise in it.

“Y/N, I can’t stand this. Look at us. This isn’t us. Forget everything we said. None of it matters. We are both clearly miserable and need each other. We were both split in half that night and I can’t function without you. So please just give me an hour. We can go out to lunch down by the river where I first asked you out. Just please can we talk this through?” I begged.

With just a small movement she nodded her head; but nothing was ever more important than that small shake.

I tried to get you out of my head but the truth is I got lost without you. I’m half a heart without you. 

We walked down to the river where I asked her out for the first time. There was more distant in between us than I would’ve liked. I wanted nothing more than to reach down and grab her hand but I couldn’t.

“Y/N. I’m so sorry about that night. I didn’t mean anything I said. I was stupid. I tried to get you out of my head but the truth is I got lost without you. You were the one who kept me in check. You were the one who lead me through the darkness. I can’t think straight. You take up every single brain cell. I can’t think about anything but you. You’ve clouded up my mind. You are the other half of me and when you left you took half my heart with you and now I’m left alone, broken, and incomplete. Y/N I love you more than anything in this entire universe so please please please give me another chance. I need you.” I pleaded. 

Instead of responding she pulled be into a kiss. Her gentle lips against mine created a feeling I longed for. The spark was back and my entire body was filled with nothing but happiness. I was finally whole again.

AN/ I hope you liked it. It isn’t my best work but I love one direction so that makes everything better. Anyways keep requesting preferably one direction song request. That would be awesome


i think one of my fav things about Nejiten is how even though not a ton of people shipped them a ton of people always lowkey thought they were a thing. like “oh, neji and tenten? they’re together right/there’s something going on between them right” 

and you’re always vigorously nodding like  yes yep yep you got it stranger you nailed it