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By the time Viktor Nikiforov finds Katsuki Yuuri, he is completely and thoroughly touch starved. 

Viktor has been without physical affection for far too long, wanting and wishing for it all the time and not getting it. Yes, he has Makkachin, and most days he thinks to himself that he has no idea what he would’ve done without his faithful poodle over the years–but the lack of people in his life who he could talk to and hug and touch weighs heavily on his heart.  

Naturally, when he finds Yuuri, he gravitates towards him, finds himself absurdly clingy all the time. Viktor is the touchy type anyways, he’s always known that he’s a very tactile and affectionate person, but with Yuuri it’s different. Yuuri lets Viktor hold his hand in public, kisses him goodbye when they part ways,  doesn’t protest too much when Viktor pulls him into his lap–except for the way that he mumbles “Viktor!” in a faux disapproving tone under his breath and blushes a little, but he doesn’t resist. In fact, he always melts into Viktor’s arms like he’s dying for Viktor’s touch as well. 

It’s not always easy for Viktor, though. Sometimes he finds himself reaching out for Yuuri because he’s scared–scared that one day, all too soon, he’ll reach out and Yuuri’s hand one be there to hold his own, that he’ll have to wake up in the morning without Yuuri’s solid, warm form pressed against the length of his own. Sometimes, he finds himself reaching out to touch Yuuri because he needs a reminder that Yuuri is really there, needs reassurance that can only be given by proof that Yuuri is real and solid and warm beneath his hands. 

Yuuri kisses him, holds him, strokes his hair, touches him back like he knows. Like he knows how much Viktor needs this. Viktor doesn’t like to voice his fears out loud, but Yuuri has always been good at being a silent and reliable source of comfort for him. When Viktor crawls into Yuuri’s lap, or rests his head on his shoulder, or idly starts running his fingers over Yuuri’s, tracing every crease and line like he’s memorizing it… Yuuri just accepts him happily, holds him close, lets Viktor soak up his warmth and comfort. 

Viktor feels unbelievably lucky to have Yuuri by his side, but a part of him worries. He’s touch starved and now he’s getting his fill, and every passing day with Yuuri reminds him that he couldn’t go back to being alone again. 

So he holds on, always hoping that he’ll never be forced to let go. 

(anime/yoi only blog:@viktorkatsuki)

Testing Theories - Smut

Originally posted by wydobrien

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 1,067
AN: Sorry I’ve been MIA, I got sick last week at a show and I haven’t felt great since. It’s your typical stuffy nose, coughing, sneezing cold but it’s kicking my ass. I’m sorry this is short, I just needed a little Stiles PWP. Also, the above GIF makes me want to straddle him and push his shirt up and rub his back cause fuck man, he looks so tense I hate it.

Special thanks to @writing-obrien as usual and also to @sarcasticallystilinski​! She read this for me when I was afraid it didn’t make sense cause my brain was all fuzzy. xoxo


There was this small moment in the mornings, right before Stiles would wake up, that was your favorite. He looked so innocent and boyish while he slept, his face peaceful, without the usual worry lines creasing his forehead. You liked to watch him snore quietly, his mouth partially opened, face dusted with moles and slight stubble. He was a beautiful looking guy, and you knew you were lucky to call him yours.

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The Luckiest

Title: The Luckiest

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: After getting hurt in a hunt, Sam’s boyfriend-y senses kicked in.

Word Count: around 630 words

Author’s Note: Just a little cute thing I wrote! Sorry for any mistakes. 

Originally posted by waywardsupernaturalgirl


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Galactic Mermaid

I dipped into my Colour Pop shadows and whoa boy! You just need to test out one of them and you’ll know what I’m talking about. I also used my NYX colored mascara for my brow, it takes about 3 coats to cover all of my brow. If you have blonde or thinner brows it won’t take as many coats.

As a side note, I did apply the shadows with a primer. I never wear eyeshadow without a primer so these don’t get any different treatment.

Products used:
NYX colored mascara in Pink Perfect
Colour Pop Shocking Shadows in Play (transition), Bandit (crease), Bae (lower lash line, crease, and putter corner), Pop Rocks (lid)
Ardell Demi Wispies
L’Oreal Infallible Eyeshadow in Amber Rush
Elf Lock&Seal
Pacifica liner in Gun Metal

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Repainting Faux-Leather bags/accessories

This is a tutorial of how I made my Weiss Schnee satchel , using a bag I got from Good-Will.(photo of Weiss Schee bag for reference)

Top photo: The supplies you will need for this project.

- Rubbing alcohol( I used 50% because its what I had on hand, but 20-90% should work just fine as well)

 -Cotton balls(number needed variety depending on the size of your bag, I used three for this clutch)

-Paint, in the color’s you want your bag to be(in the photo there is tan, black, silver, pearl, and white, to achieve this look)

-Clean make-up sponges(or paint sponges, up to you)

-This wasn’t in the photo, my apologizes, but a seam ripper and/or scissors will also be needed.

 -Another missing item from my photo is a sealer/finish. I used a liquid mog-podge, in matte finish, but that’s just personal preference.

Photo(s) 2-4: (2)Front view, (3)back view, (4)inside view

Steps:

1. Remove any piece that are not wanted for your bags look using a seam ripper, such as a zippers, tassels, handles, straps, etc. I would only use scissors if you have to, because you can ruin a piece by cutting the wrong seam.

2. Soak your cotton balls in the alcohol and clean you fax-leather bag completely. Make sure you get all creases, nooks, seam-lines, and over lapping fabric, any oil/dirty left on your piece can ruin your paint job.

3. Apply your first coat. Your paint needs to be either acrylic/leather paint. You will probably need multi-coats of your base if your are changing the color drastically, like from black to white. Use a very opaque color as a base( I used tan because it’s my most opaque color and its a neutral)

4. Keep layering your base coat until you can’t see the original color of the bag, using your sponges. Let it dry from between 10-15 min. in between coats.

5. Once you achieve complete coverage move on to your main color. Layer this color as well until its fully covered, then let dry over night.

6. Once completely dry apply your sealer/finish to your satisfaction/direction of your finish.

Note: Feel free to use painters tape to cover an area that you don’t want painted, such as a clip/decoration.

anonymous asked:

what brush did you use for the nichijo/mob psycho cross over? the lines look so similar to the linework in the anime, im blown away. or is it not a brush and you just kind of painted it until it looked like the anime lines?

I used size 4 for this! my canvas size was 2149X1210 if that helps - I provided the lineart color which is dark green

but i had to use A LOT of references which you can find here (i had to use 19 in total rip)

Keep Safe

by ultimatebellarke

Bellamy is hurt, and Clarke is out of her mind. // read on ao3


“You look terrible.”

Clarke lifts her head to see a very displeased Raven. She stands over Clarke with her arms crossed, eyebrow cocked.

Clarke frowns at the mechanic. “Right now, my appearance isn’t at the top of my priorities list.”

Raven’s eyebrow lifts higher. “When was the last time you slept?”

Clarke blinks. Well, not last night, she’d been out here. And not the night before, when she’d spent her time trying to get back inside. Maybe the one before last—

“See,” Raven says, “if you have to think about it, it’s been too long.”

“I’m fine,” Clarke says. 

“No, you’re not.” Raven’s face minutely softens. “I know you’re worried about him, Clarke.”

Clarke wants to laugh. Worry. Worry doesn’t even begin to describe what she feels at the moment. It feels like chains, long and metal, are wound around her chest, squeezing tighter with each passing second. She doesn’t know if she’ll can breathe normally again. 

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Just Pretend

Summary: “We make Jungkook jealous, we make him wish that he was with you all the time.” Taehyung says, “we make you look so incredibly fun, so ridiculously unforgettable, that it feels like the world doesn’t spin without you in it. It’s easy.” 

“You’re insane. See this is why we’ve never spoken before.” You say, half inclined to get up and leave now before Taehyung continues with his idea. But, your interest again, is bigger than you. “Wait, what would you even get from that?” 

“It would uh—-” he begins.

“It would what?” You say, leaning in closer, close enough for him to whisper it to you. 

“Oooh, Taehyung has a little crush on someone too, does he?” You tease.

That’s right, you fancied Jeon Jungkook, but you’re not alone in the world of unrequited love, and it just so happens that making people jealous often makes them fall for you. But what happens when you really make the perfect fake match?

Genre: Kim Taehyung Fluff, Angst and super mild smut suggestiveness

Words: 10.6K (10,662 words)

Originally posted by bwipsul

a/n: so it was a spur of the moment decision to write this fic, but the words college au and fake dating just seemed so perfect together that i couldn’t resist. i hope this mends any broken hearts and maybe breaks a few with the angst. lots of love, mo.

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Anon Requested
Alfie X Reader Smut. (nonspecific plot)
Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Swearing, Smut.
Hi all! Feedback is very much appreciated. (This one turned out to be quite long I think, I got carried away and the plot kind of just took me away.)


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It was almost dawn when you heard the tapping on your door. It wasn’t a normal knock – but rather someone banging an object on your door loud enough to rouse you. Your heart jumped thinking that perhaps your husband had come home from his business travels early. However, that was not the case. You quickly glided on your slippers and wrapped yourself in your plain cotton robe – covering your small clothes you wore to bed.


The tapping stopped and started again as you approached the front door. The neighborhood was a safe and well-off community, it was very unusual for visitors this early in the morning.


“Who’s there?” You questioned cautiously, putting your ear to the door.


“(Y/N).” You heard your name. You recognized the cockney accent anywhere, you never thought you’d hear him say your name again. You instantly opened the door, so fast you could feel a breeze hit you.


You were speechless, Solomons stood there with his cane, and his arm clutched to his side. Your eyes took in his form and then you realized he was bleeding. A lot.

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Leaving is Hard to Do - Jim Kirk

Summary: drinkin’ while you’re in love with jim but are too scared to tell him lest it destroy your friendship. 

Word count: 2,361

Warnings: language, alcohol

A/N: isn’t the title funny? it’s a play on “breaking up is hard to do” fjgkdjfhg i love myself. this is slightly sad but i love it for some reason. i think i just love jim so i keep writing him and literally no one else. ENJOY IT AND LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!


You didn’t understand Jim’s flirting technique at all but, on the contrary, you greatly understood how he managed the success rate he did. You attributed it to the “love is blind” cliche— only edited.

“Lust is deaf,” you called it.

He would put his foot in his mouth repeatedly as he spoke to anyone he was attracted to— he would rattle off ridiculous inquiries you could recall being the audience to during your years at the Academy.

Of course, those questions came from eighteen year-old boys with inexplicably high confidence levels that verged on total narcissism and inexplicably low sensitivity levels that verged on sociopathy.

In Jim’s case, however, the questions would be asked with such little interest it was as if he was reading the same tired script printed onto the walls of his scotch glass.

It didn’t matter what Jim said, though. After all, who could resist his unbelievably electric blue eyes and unnecessarily bright smile that appeared to be illuminated by starlight?

He stood with his side leant against the edge of the bar counter, his elbow resting atop the presumably sticky surface— it made you feel bad for his worn grey leather jacket that was probably bearing the brunt of the stickiness. His eyes were narrowed by the magnitude of his close-lipped smile. He brought the rim of his glass to his lips and glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

You just snorted and sat back against the booth you occupied.

Your fingertip swirled patterns against the table as you heard the leather bench across from you squeak with newly added weight. Without looking up, you shook your head. “Not interested.”

“Neither am I, darlin’.”

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Drive - proantagonist - Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

The latest fic by @borntomake broke me. For several days already I have had the itch to draw Victor with freckles, but since I have no time for it now, there is a very quick Photoshop just to get it out of my system.

“He’s not Photoshopped and airbrushed to perfection, and for some reason, the flaws make him impossibly more attractive. He’s a real person. Three-dimensional flesh and bone. Cheeks sprinkled with freckles. Lower teeth slightly out of line. Creases beside his eyes when he laughs.”

UPD @dadvans Hope you do not a month-old photoshopped Victor :)


Come Through

COME THROUGH — send me your location. let’s focus on communicating ‘cause i just need the time and place to come through. send me your location. let’s ride the vibrations ‘cause i don’t need nothing else but you! ( location, khalid )

REQUEST — the reader, jughead’s younger sister, and archie like each other but have never acted on it. after the death of jason, both boys grow very protective of her.

WORD COUNT — 2.4k

CAUTION — graphic description of death; alcohol consumption.

NOTES — i just wanna take the chance to explain that any time i make a reader the sibling of a character it will rarely be by blood. it’s very easy to forget that not every fan’s white, and the last thing i want is for poc to feel excluded, so sometimes the reader could be a half-sibling or adopted or whatever i come up with so as to not isolate anyone. also, i don’t know if riverdale!jughead has a baby sister like comics!jughead does, but i included jellybean anyway because for real, how cute would it be if all the siblings had nicknames? juggie, jelly, and the reader as juicy? that’s so cute! lastly, i wrote this before the new episode, so jughead’s home life is tv show!canon-divergent but comic!canon. ( requests: open + i am in desperate need of some f/f )

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jimin; sidewalk sugar (M)

you met your sugar daddy on the sidewalk? - jeon jungkook, 2k16
►9942 words // scenario, sugardaddy!jimin, rated m for very obvious reasons
© (photo credit)

There are days where you love life to the end of time. Everything seemed to be a domino effect of pleasant things going your way; planned itinerary finishing on time, unexpected good news, maybe even a raise in your salary but that’s highly doubtful but a person can hope, no? It’s all the possible good emotions bottled up into a day, the span of twenty-four hours oozing with nothing but smiles and giggles. Those days are what you aim for the most, or at least, try.

Today was not one of those days.

Today was really not one of those fucking days.

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Night Falls: Chapter 17

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.

Word Count: 3,057

Gif:

A/N: I really can’t believe we’re 17 chapters into this story! I really wasn’t sure if this idea would amount to much, and now, it may be the story I try to publish once I finish (and of course edit a billion times). Thank you all for supporting this story. Your support has definitely been a driving factor into keeping this story going (despite how slowly it’s going).

And I know this chapter is a little shorter than usual, but chapter 18 is a doozy and I want one long chapter for everything that’s about to happen. 

As usual, hit up @attractiverandomness with any tags you may need and send her a quick “thank you” for being so badass.

Night Falls Master List


Dean steps out of the room and pulls the door shut behind him, letting his head fall against the same wood he had you pressed against just a short while ago.

What the fuck did I just do? Dean runs a hand through his hair.

If he thought he was in deep shit before, he had no clue what the fuck kind of trouble he was in now.

Turns out, Bobby and Cas had every right to be worried.

They knew this was going to happen, yet Dean was dumb enough to think that between your piss poor attitude and the fact that you seemed just as annoyed by him as he was of you, that nothing would ever change between the two of you.

Sure, he had been more protective of you than he had been with any other witness, but what Bobby and Cas seemed to not get was that it had nothing to do with the fact that you were cute–okay, more than cute. But you represented the one thing he had been chasing his entire life; revenge.

Pain in the ass or not, he was going to fight with everything in him to keep you safe.

But between the bickering and backhanded comments, he began to see not just a witness who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, but a woman, a strong woman, you took no bullshit and was unapologetic for it. You had taken this entire situation in stride, making the best of it by befriending your agents and even making them feel like you were apart of some strange little family. Hell, you had even gotten Ralph to like you, and that was a feat in and of itself. You had this way about you that just lit up a room whenever you walked by, and not even Zazel could make you feel small or weak.

You were much more than Dean ever imagined you would be, and he found himself going out of his way to be around you or make you smile. Despite that fact that he hadn’t felt this type of exhaustion since he was in training, he couldn’t find himself to leave you, not even for a day. Sure, you were the most important witness he would probably ever have, and Dean could tell Bobby and Cas that all day, but Dean knew that it was just a cover. He wanted to see you. Wanted to make sure you were safe. He would never forgive himself if something happened to you if he could have prevented it, and not just because the trial would potentially flop without you.

And he wasn’t blind; he saw the shift in you too–how you smiled when he walked into a room, how you sat closer to him on the couch when you watched tv, how you went to him with any fear you were having about this whole situation. Or the hungry glint that he’d seem to catch in Y/E/C eyes every time Cas stepped out of the room and it was the two of you alone.

But the problem was, what happened between you wasn’t just some hook up–not that he was the first agent to ever sleep with a witness. But what happened between the two of you felt so much more than that.

That was the problem. Because there was no way in hell that the two of you would be able to walk away from this and pretend that it meant nothing.

He had no idea what this meant for the two of you; this couldn’t happen again, no matter how amazing it was–the way you ground against him, your hips curling and bucking below him…

He shakes his head, clearing the memory.

He couldn’t be distracted like this, not with so much at stake.

The best thing for the two of you would be to try to pretend it never happened.

And not just because his job was at stake. Not just because everything he had been working towards from the night his mother was murdered could be taken away from him because of a moment of weakness.

What if someone had broken into the house while he was busy doing the damn horizontal bop with you?  He would have been found quite literally with his pants down and wouldn’t have been able to protect you–the one thing he suppose to do.

He let his feelings for you get in the way once. He couldn’t let it happen again. Not until Zazel was locked away and you were safe.


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Title: Home

Warnings: None

Author’s Note:   Love it? Hate it? Let me hear it either way. 

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests


You dropped your bag on the floor, falling onto your bed with a yawn. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you pulled up your text chain with Andre.

(Y/N): Just made it home. I miss you already. <3

Andre: Sweet dreams. Love you.

You sighed, standing up to change into your pajamas, finally slipping under the covers as exhaustion settled in. You had just spent the past week with Andre in DC and the thought of not waking up next to him made your heart heavy. Waking up to that playful smile always made you feel at home; a sense of security enveloped you when you were curled up with him under the covers. Your bed in Chicago always felt so big and cold the first few days after getting back from DC. Each trip back to Chicago was getting harder and harder to make.


With your vacation time finally approved, you hurriedly pulled up a list of flights onto the screen in front of you; calling Andre to see which flight in would work best for his schedule. You had a few more vacation days to use, excited to see Andre again after a long 7 weeks of texts and Skype calls. His face popped up in the open tab, his lips curling into a grin as he saw your face.

“Hey, babe. I have a few days off next week and I know you have a string of home games and—“

“Come, whenever you can.” he smiled, all too familiar with this conversation. He was always so thrilled whenever you could come to visit him, even if it was only for a few days. “Which ever flight gets you here soonest, I’ll make sure I can come pick you up from the airport.” he said.

“Okay, I’ll let you know when I pick a flight.” you smiled, scrolling through the list of flights and prices. “I saw your goal last night, can’t wait to see you get some more in the playoffs.” you grinned, glancing at Andre as he ran a hand through his hair, causing it to stick up on end.

“Will you even be able to make it out here for any playoff games?” he asked, his smile dropping as he waited for an answer.

“Probably not as many as I’d like to.” you frowned. “I’m really busy with work and I’d never be able to have enough time off to get to DC for all of them.” you said sadly, eyes flitting down the rows of flight times. “I’ll be watching them all from here, though.” you added, hoping to make amends.

Andre sighed, lines creasing his forehead as he frowned at your answer, his eyes staring at a wall offscreen.

“I could be out there next Wednesday; the earliest flight would arrive in DC at 6:00am your time.” you said. “I’d have to fly out Sunday morning at 6:00pm.”

“No.” Andre said, his snapping to face you.

“What? Okay… Do you want me to come out later? There’s a flight that would come in at 10:00am your time. But that would probably interfere with practice, right?”

“That’s not what I meant. I meant ‘no’ about the going home on Sunday part.” he said, agitation etched across his face.

“Those are all the vacation days I have, Andre. If I want to get out to DC to see you at all during the playoffs, I can’t afford to take any more time off right now.”

“Buy a one way ticket.” he said firmly.

“What? Andre…”

“Bring your stuff with you. Move in with me.” he urged, his brown eyes full of sincerity.

“Andre I – my job, I –“

“Quit.” he said. “DC has jobs. Plenty of jobs you’d be more than qualified for.” he said. “Hell, don’t get a job if you don’t want, too. I just want you here. I want us to be together more than a few days here and there. Move in with me.” he reiterated.

You stared at the computer screen, mouth agape. You had talked about moving in together eventually, but you hadn’t expected him to bring it up now.

He sighed, shaking his head at your surprised expression. “I know this probably seems like something I just threw out there, but I’ve actually been thinking about it a lot.” he explained. “I have my own place, I know the city, I have great friends and teammates; I’ve been settled in for a while now. I have everything in DC that I want… Except you.” he added softly.

“You’re serious?” you asked; your heart rising in your throat, happy tears threatening to spill. “You really want me to move in with you?”

“You really didn’t see this coming?” he questioned with a slight smile. “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, and ever since your last trip—“

“It’s been harder than ever to be apart?” you suggested, Andre nodded. “I know. I’ve felt the same way.”

“Then move in with me.” he said, leaning in closer the camera, his face filling up the tab.

“Okay.” you breathed after a pause. “Let’s do this.”

“Okay.” he said, his grin returning. “I can’t wait to see your face every morning. And our baby will be so happy that we’re finally living together.”

“Our baby?” you asked, confused. “I’m not preg—”

“I know, babe. Hold on a second.” he disappeared from the screen, his curls popping back into frame a few minutes later. “Say hi to our baby.” he said, lifting a tiny, black puppy into the frame.

“What? You got a puppy?” you questioned in disbelief.

“I’m sorry.” Andre said quickly. “I should have waited for you to pick one out, but the people who put together the Canine Calendar reached out and it turned out this little guy needed a home.” he said gazing down at the furry puppy nestled in his arms.

“It’s fine, Andre. He’s adorable.” you laughed. “I’m just surprised you were able to keep him a secret. How long have you had him?”

“I picked him up three days ago. I couldn’t say no to this little face.” he said, nuzzling the tiny dog. He looked up after a few moments, his eyes gazing into yours through the screen. “(Y/N), will you be the mother of my puppy?”

“I absolutely will be, babe.” you answered excitedly.

“Say hi to your momma, buddy.” he said, lifting one of the dog’s tiny paws, waving it at you.

“You know, when I get to DC I’ll probably be cuddling the puppy more than you.”

Andre frowned. “I should be offended, but I honestly can’t blame you.” he admitted with a shrug. “Let me know what you need me to do to help you, babe. Just get things in order and come home to us.”

“Home?” you questioned.

“I mean, that’s what I want this to be for us.” he said, concern covering his features. “If that’s what you want.” he added quickly.

“Of course, babe! Just hearing it… it makes me really happy, I like the sound of that.” you said, your heart ready to burst when Andre’s sweet smile returned. “I’ll be home as soon as I can.”



Request:  I love your writings!! And I also love that you have other authors imagines/drabbles here as well! It’s helped me find other blogs to read :). Can you do an imagine with Andre Burakovsky where you live in Chicago and he wants you to move in with him in DC so he gets a puppy and asks you to help raise it 😊🐶

Thank you! I’m glad you enjoy my writing and that you’ve been able to find other blogs, too. I hope you enjoyed this one!           

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Supernova. 

Warnings - fluff, angst, surprises, dad!tony.


Steve stumbled into the kitchen, it was early in the morning and his was rubbing his eyes as they adjusted to the light. It was a Saturday, it was 8am, and Tony had decided to wake the entire tower up by blasting AC/DC over the speakers. Each team member was slowly willing themselves to get up, groaning and cussing at the behaviour of their team-mate as he rushed around the kitchen, making sure he had everything in the correct place. Since it was early and the sun was shining outside, Steve moved himself out of bed and decided to go on a run after he had a cup of coffee in his system, “Morning Capsicle, wonderful day, don’t you think?” Tony asked as he poured a cup of coffee and slid it over to Steve who caught it with ease.

The super soldier frowned at the strange behaviour as he sipped at the drink in his hand, “Why are you so happy today, Tony? What have you done?” Steve deadpanned earning a chuckle from behind them as Natasha entered the kitchen wearing a pair of joggers and a vest top, grabbing a blueberry muffin from the tub in the corner before ripping a piece off and popping it into her mouth.

Tony feigned mock hurt as his mouth fell open, Natasha sent him a sceptical glance and he huffed, “Oh fine,” he exclaimed as he looked to Natasha mischievously, “Nova is coming home today,” Tony said and Natasha dropped her muffin, covering my mouth with her hands to conceal her gasp.

“What?!” Natasha shrieked as she searched Tony’s face for any sign of a lie, Steve watched the pair with confusion as she hugged Tony tightly, “I can’t believe it,” she breathed as she backed away.

Steve cleared his throat as Clint entered the room, “What’s the face about?” he motioned to Natasha who threw an apple in his direction, he dodged the flying piece of fruit and threw his middle finger up at her as he grabbed a bottle of juice from the fridge.

The red haired assassin leaned against the counter and wiggled her eyebrows, “Nova’s coming home today,” Clint spat out the orange drink in his mouth and wiped his lips with wide eyes.

“Nova? Our Nova?” Clint asked and both Tony and Natasha nodded in sync, “Our Nova.”

Bucky joined Steve in the kitchen, just as confused as he was, Sam stood on his other side, “Sorry, but who or what is Nova?”

A voice scoffed from behind them as Bruce emerged with Vision at his side, Wanda following them in moments later with a serious case of bed head, “Nova is Tony’s daughter,” Steve’s face twisted in confusion, “Yes, Tony somehow managed to conceive.”

Bucky’s nose twitched in disgust, “I didn’t need that image, thanks Bruce,” he commented as he coughed and picked up a pastry from the basket, “But I never knew you had a kid, congrats.”

Tony looked around with a soft smile, “Yeah, she’s just about the only good thing that’s come from me,” he stated which made Natasha nudge him with a grin of her own to almost match his.

With the look on Tony’s face it was obvious to tell that Nova meant a lot to him, even if some of the team never knew of her existence, it was all to keep her safe, “When’s she due home?” Clint asked as he sat up on the counter.

The man checked his phone to look at her last call or message, “She got on her plane in Iceland last night, last thing she said is that she’ll be here around lunch time,” he paused and looked at the clock, “I say we’ve got about two hours,” he said with a smile, “I’ve sent Happy to go and get her since she insists that I keep my ‘old ass’ planted in bed,” Sam snorted at the reference and Natasha rolled her eyes playfully as Tony reeled off the insult from his phone.

“Well that’s two hours to get a surprise party ready, right?” Wanda asked from the corner as she buttered some toast and cut it in half, Tony smirked and looked around at the team before nodding, “Fantastic,” the team split off, making a list of what they needed but mainly allowing Natasha and Clint do it since they knew what she liked the most.

The list contained all sorts of things, Nova’s favourite foods which included doritos and a specific make of triple chocolate chip cookies, then were were banners and a cake which Natasha had called in a last minute favour for. Tony had ordered a huge and expensive bouquet of white roses, Nova’s favourite flowers, as well as a whole selection of giant stuffed elephant teddies, her favourite animal. Then Natasha created a CD of her most liked songs, and Tony got her baby album out as well as a collection of her old certificates for a range of things from horse riding to karate. Tony was immensely proud of his Nova.

A chime indicated a text message on Tony’s phone, one from Happy which said that he and Nova were pulling up to the tower and that they would be up on their floor in a matter of minutes, “Everyone, she’s here, hide in the kitchen, come on,” he told the team as he ushered them all into the kitchen, making them duck behind the counters.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, Happy was talking to someone who was wearing heels, the sound of a suitcase being wheeled also filled the hallway as they walked through, “Dad? Are you here?” Tony peaked out from around the corner of the cabinet he was hiding behind, he watched her dark waves fall over her face as she bent down and picked up the card which had been stuck into the bouquet of white roses, a ghostly smile tugged at her lips as she read the card, “Nova, sorry I couldn’t be here when you got home, I’ll be back soon, love Dad,” she read the card aloud to Happy who looked at her sympathetically as she shrugged and slid the card onto the table.

Tony mouthed a countdown to everyone crouched behind the counter with a smirk as the rustling of clothes sounded where Nova stood, all at the same time everyone jumped out yelling, “Surprise!” as loud as they could, making Nova jump and lose her footing, and they all watched her fall to the floor and hear her land with a loud thud followed by a groan. Tony sped around the counter and jumped over the sofa as Nova turned her head and looked up to the ceiling dazed, “Are you okay, Nova?”

Nova looked up at her father and a million thoughts ran through her mind, how he had began to trim his stubble, the light in the middle of his chest had gone, most importantly she noted how old he looked, she cocked her head to the side with a smirk, “Since when did you get so old, dad?” Tony gave her a displeased look as she rose to her feet with a smirk, “Look at those frown lines! Jesus, dad!” her fingers poked in the lines creased into Tony’s forehead and he continued to look at her with the same unhappy expression.

Once Nova had silenced her little digs she stood up straight and smiled at Tony who cracked underneath her gaze and instantly wrapped her in her arms, kissing her forehead softly before examining her. How tanned she was, how her skin glowed and her eyes shined brighter than the sun. Nova looked older, because she was, Tony had figured out that she left home when she was 18, and that was 5 years ago, which made her 23 years old, “Since when did I get old? Look at you,” he poked her ribs and smiled when he heard her giggle happily before squealing.

“Nat! Clint! Oh my god!” Steve watched as she hurtled over the sofa and wrapped her legs around Natasha, pulling her to the floor as they both laughed heavily, groaning in protest when Clint lay over both of them, “Get the fuck off me Bird Brain,” she shoved him off and stood up, hugging Bruce tightly, “How’s it going Brucie?” she ruffled his hair and took a step back.

Bruce flattened his hair and grinned, “I’m good, how was travelling?” he asked her and they all watched her eyes light up.

“Oh it was amazing! I started off in Brazil and ended in Iceland, couldn’t travel and not see the Northern Lights, and let me tell you, they were the best part of the whole trip,” she gushed and Steve admired how she spoke and retrieved her phone from her bag to show Tony and Bruce the pictures, “It’s a hotbed for physics and geology,” she told them.

“You’re personal playground?” Tony nudged her as he scrolled through the pictures, allowing everyone to put up banners and posters around them, “Exactly Dad,” Nova stated as he pulled her in for a hug, mumbling about how much he missed her.

Tony looked around the room and realised that most of the people were strangers to his daughters, so he gathered them all around, “Everybody, this is my daughter, Nova Delilah Stark, she gets her looks from me and her brains, ow-” he yelped as Nova dug her elbow into his ribs, “Okay, she doesn’t need me to be clever, she specialises in physics and geology and finds my suits to be highly unnecessary,” he stated shooting her a look, “Okay, now, you know Natasha, Clint and Bruce already,” he stated with boredom as he pointed to each person in turn, introducing them, “This is Wanda, Vision, Sam, Bucky and last but not least, the Capsicle.”

Steve rolled his eyes and stepped forward, shaking Nova’s hand in his own, “My name is not Capsicle,” he stated and blushed when she giggled, pulling her hand away to cover her mouth.

Nova nodded and smiled warmly, “I know, you’re Steve, it’s nice to finally meet you,” she acknowledged as she looked to her father, “You do understand I’ve been hacking into your computer since the day I left, right?”

Tony frowned and his eyes widened, “Why didn’t FRIDAY, tell me?”

Nova crossed her arms, “Because FRIDAY’s got my back, Dad,” he suddenly went red and went to open his mouth, “Yes Dad, I’ve seen the tapes,” she looked away shamefully trying to stifle a laugh but failing.

Steve watched the interaction from Bucky’s side, he took the chance to really look at Nova, how her dark hair fell down her back in loose curls, how her makeup was done to perfectly and so naturally, how her eyes twinkled, he was utterly and completely mesmerised by her, “Don’t even think about it,” Bucky muttered to his best friend as he too watched the brunette poke fun at her father.

“Do what?” Steve replied innocently as his eyes raked up and down her body, how her jeans hugged her in all the right places and how her vest top showed off a teasing amount of cleavage.

Bucky sighed, “Don’t go chasing Nova, Tony will kill you, literally,” he told his friend before walking away to talk to Sam, leaving Steve behind to let his eyes follow Nova wherever she went.

BTS Reacts - Your Acne Scars

Yoongi: You tap the fixing cushion gently against your moisturized skin, concealing the dark spots left on your cheeks. Your date with Yoongi isn’t for another hour, so you’re shocked when he walks through your bedroom door early with a handful of gladioluses and larkspurs. You squeak weakly, veiling your face with a hand towel nearby, telling him to leave since you haven’t put your face on just yet. He knows your scars bother you, and it’s not like he can pretend they’re not there - but he needs you to know that his love is unconditional; that your worries are irrelevant. Appearances have never mattered to him, but he knows how much effort you put into looking good for him. He taps you on the side of your shoulder, and you open your eyes to be greeted by the sight of him acting cutely, blowing kisses and hearts to you. If there is anything he can do to distract you from your distress, this would be it. He hates doing this, but he hates seeing you worried about your scars even more.

“The great, powerful Min Yoongi is sacrificing his status to act cutely in front of you - if that doesn’t say that I love you enough, even with your scars - I don’t know what will.”

Hoseok: He’s taking a sound nap on your mattress, so you’ve gotten up earlier to take this opportunity to quickly put your make-up on. Bottles of cosmetics clicking against each other awaken him, and he catches a glimpse of your bare face. You lock gazes with him in the reflection of your mirror, and you instantly react by burying your face in the palms of your hands. Hoseok sits up with his sleepy eyes examining your features, unbridled by any form of colored foundation. Hoseok doesn’t have his head up in the clouds, he knows you can’t have make-up on 24/7, all week. You need to give your skin a break, too. More importantly, he already sees you as someone who looks naturally fetching, with or without your acne scars. He wants you to be comfortable around him; being a 100% yourself with him shouldn’t be some sort of crime. He’s always been true to you, and he wants that notion to work reversely. He smacks his lips, wetting them as he reaches over to tuck the lazy strands of hair away from your face:

“Honey, you’re already pretty - the blemishes will go away soon, until then, you don’t have to conceal them around me.”

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Taehyung: You’ve just washed your face of all the make-up residue that’s left from a long day. You hear feet shuffling around outside your bathroom - who could it be? Carefully, you open the bathroom door, peeking around to check if what you heard was just pure imagination. You spot Taehyung rummaging around your closet - he spins around so speedily that you have no slight chance of even hiding your face; you just stand there, completely mortified that he’s seen you with the dark spots on your face. Taehyung can’t hold back an emerging grin. He doesn’t even notice that you don’t have any concealer or foundation on, all he acknowledges is how cute you are, looking so abashed and stammering away to come up with an explanation for your lack of primping. He thinks that you’re silly for even thinking that something so superficial would drive him away from you. Tae has always found you most appealing in essence, and nothing would stop him from loving you, the way you deserved it most.

“I was looking for my sweater, but I think I’ve found something better - come here, let me love you!”

 Jimin: With or without make-up masking your face, Park Jimin knows for sure, that he would cherish every ounce of you dearly. When he walks in on you, beauty blender in hand for the first time, you almost swear at him, panicking anxiously in your seat. You sit there, defeated, staring at Jimin to see if he was going to walk out on you after witnessing the faults in your features. He shakes his head - he knows exactly what’s running through your head right now, and he laughs at how ridiculous you’re being. He sees beyond your physical beauty - the scars don’t matter to him, because you’ll always be the individual with the radiant personality that captured his heart - nothing is going to change what he feels for you, just because of a few blemishes. You obediently scoot away in your seat, as he motions you to do so, before swathing his arm lovingly around your demure figure. The singer’s soft spoken words travel to your ears, undoing the knots in your shoulder-blades as he asks:

“Jagi. Don’t you think an already gorgeous person like you, putting on make-up, is a bit of an overkill?”

Namjoon: Kim Namjoon could give less of a flying f-ck about your scars. You are absolutely beautiful to him, no questions asked. When he sees how self-conscious you become after he walks in on you in the process of applying your make-up, he can’t help but feel a sense of frustration bubbling up within him. He wants you to understand that you are everything to him, no matter what package you come in. Sadly, he knows you can’t resist the anxiety from overcoming you, which results in his disappointment slowly fizzling into empathy. Namjoon is the sort of person that would never devalue anyone’s worth just over physical shortcomings. Even with his own fair share of bad experiences struggling with self-esteem, he sees beauty in everything; in people, in you. He squeezes your cheeks in his palms and unexpectedly sends his lips into yours - this gets his message across without any room for misunderstanding. Taehyung stares at his hyung -  the sudden public display of affection startles him too.  When Namjoon pulls away, he blows you one last kiss.

“Scars mean that you’ve healed from pain. Don’t be ashamed of them - and know that I’ll never be ashamed of you for having them.”

Seokjin: Because of your lack of make-up on, Jin is now starting to notice the little details on your face that he wouldn’t see otherwise. Not the scars etched into your skin in particular, but simply the natural lines and creases on your face, camouflaged by the hue of your foundation. He doesn’t respond to you with shock, instead, he endearingly smiles. He truly admires and adores you the way you are, without a single doubt - and he honestly wants you to be fine with the skin you’re in. If that meant for your scars to disappear, he’d do whatever he can to help you get past it. He’s supportive in nature, so his confidence in you truly makes you feel better about yourself and about wanting to fight your demons. The two of you are supposed to have dinner reservations later, but once he sees how disheartened you are about going out, he changes his mind - he would always put you first and foremost, and he’ll always be there when you’re at your lowest. He takes hold of your fingers, giving them a light press to bring you back from your thoughts.

“Let’s stay in tonight, alright? I’ll drop by the store later to get us some face masks and some tea - is there anything else you want, sweetheart?”

Jungkook: Jungkook’s heart sinks when he sees you cower away from him, as if you’re not worthy of being in his presence. He doesn’t know what to do to make you feel safe with him. He’s not just a friend, and he’s definitely not a stranger to you. Watching you feel insecure about your scars strains his heart, because he just wants to be able to comfort you. He sits next to you at your desk, glowering intensely at your face; or at least, what he can make of what you’re trying to hide. Kook has suffered from scarring before, from both acne and fights with his brother, so he knows what it’s like to constantly feel the need to shy away from the public eye. He tries to ponder about the root of your anxiety - has anyone been harassing or needling you about the spots on your face? Jungkook gets mad at the thought of that happening. He lifts his hand; his thumb sweeps across your cheek tenderly: look at me. You’ve been avoiding eye contact with him this whole time, so when he finally has your attention, he tells you:

“It’s okay to feel self-conscious, but please, don’t ever feel like you need to hide your face from me. I will never leave you for what you look like, and I’ll always love you for what you are.”


I hope your skin gets better, anon! I used to have really bad acne (and in turn, scarring), and a lot of it was because I wasn’t taking better care of myself. Thankfully, my scars are starting to get better, even though I still have a few marks here and there! I do hope you’re looking out for yourself too, both emotionally and physically - you deserve nothing less than that, and you should be happy with who you are, no matter what anyone may say/think/feel about the way you look. I hope you’ve enjoyed this react, and I hope it’s made your day better! <3

◎ - finds the other injured (w/ merman!taehyung)
@yoongihime >:)

Taehyung’s senses are heightened whenever you’re within his radar of how far he’s able to pick up your presence. It was scary how accurate his timing and calculations were. He’s able to time the second your bum touches the rock you claim to be your favorite and the one he waits by as he anticipates for your arrival.

Today was no different.

Well… much quicker when he’s able to notice something he hasn’t before. It makes him feel more anxious, his heart pounding and he has this queasy whirl of emotions from within. He reaches the surface faster than he had intended but it’ merely off by a couple of seconds before you - “Tae?”

He’s already looking up to you, frowning. The creases lines his forehead, beads of water dripping from his locks and off his face to where it came from but it doesn’t wipe off the downward drag of the corner of his lips. You’re not too sure what’s up with him today so you get comfortable where you usually would until his hand darts out to your ankle. The coldness of his skin makes you flinch. However, you’re used to it that you relax as the hands of time ticks by, the same time he says: “You’re hurt,”

The worry in his eyes glistens like the dying sun on his skin. Orange reflects on his body but it’s not able to outshine the light in him. Chuckling, you reach out to cup the side of his head, shaking your head.

“Tae, cuts like these are fine. I get them all the time,”

“All the time?! And you don’t tell me about it?!”

“Hey,” You coo, in a volume that Taehyung doesn’t know if he should indulge or go against because already his body is accustomed to calming down at your tone. More so when your fingertips brush over his earlobe, “I’m fine. They’re nothing,”

He carefully drags your feet over the water as he remains his grip on your ankle. His eyes never leave your cut, spreading about the length of your index finger and he only mumbles a soft wait here before he disappears. With a sigh, you wait for him; at max, two minutes until he rises from below. He shakes off the excess water and almost immediately, applies… - “Tae, is that seaweed?” 

“Mhm,” He hums, wrapping your cut with wet strands of seaweed around your ankle. It washes and cleans the dried blood along the process. He then looks up to you once more, proud with what he’s done.

“There, all better,”

You intend to thank him but he squeezes in a wait!

It’s not like I’m going anywhere.

He lowers himself until his lips align with where the seaweed wraps on your skin. Pushing forward, he presses a kiss gentle enough to replicate a feather brushing on your skin, firm enough to bring a smile on your face.

“Does it still hurt?”

“Can’t even feel a thing.”

The Mistress - Chapter 9

Summary: It’s the morning after Negan showed the reader his vulnerable side and he’s a bit worried about that, but the reader is eager to prove that she can keep it between the two of them.

Characters: Negan, Reader (OC), Dwight, Sherry

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Choke Play, Blowjob, Rough Sex & a little bit of Voyeurism

Notes: It starts off as kind of a fluff piece, but then gets very smutty. 

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9366677/chapters/23713719

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anonymous asked:

Shifted prompt: I would love to hear more of baby William. Just common daily activities, maybe Jamie helping take care of the fussing baby so Claire can get a job done.

anonymous asked: In the Shifted AU, can we have something where Bree bonds with baby William. Something when the kids are young. :) Thanks!

For the next few weeks I’ll be writing one-shots in the Shifted universe, filling in the blanks that we don’t see in the main story, before we resume the main action with Part 7 - The Visitor.

If there is a particular scene you’d like to see, send me an ask and I’ll see what I can do!

In Shifted, the premise is simple - what if Claire had gotten pregnant with Brianna a month or two earlier in the story, and she and Jamie had re-evaluated  their priorities and decided that the cause was lost, and they were able to slip away from the army and quietly return to Lallybroch?

Previous installments…


Interlude – The Assistant

Lallybroch, Autumn 1753

“…and if the wound continues to be all red and puffy in the next few days, add water to this powder and apply it generously to the area. And don’t hesitate to come back for more, if you need it. All right?”

Rosie MacNab, married to one of Grannie MacNab’s army of sons, enthusiastically nodded her head in understanding. “Aye, I understand. Thank ye so much, milady!”

“*Claire,* please. And I’m not the milady, you know that – ”

“Och, that doesna matter to me!” Rosie’s kind, yet weather-lined face creased into a smile, flashing a set of teeth that (despite Claire’s best efforts) had already started to decay. “We all ken weel just how much yer husband has had to sacrifice, just to keep us all safe on the estate. It doesna matter that it’s Young Jamie’s now – yer Jamie will *always* be the laird to us. As long as my mother-in-law walks the earth, anyway.”

Claire pressed her lips, still so uncomfortable at such outbursts of praise. Even seven years after Culloden, some wounds still felt so fresh. Jamie had never regretted deeding Lallybroch to his nephew – but she wondered if that choice ever grated on him. Especially now that he had his own son.

Said son chose that exact moment to squawk awake in his basket at Claire’s foot.

“Oh! That must be the wee laddie!”

Claire flashed her own smile as she bent to gently lift four-month-old William Fraser to her shoulder. His cries immediately stopped, and he looked around her surgery with wide, bright eyes.

“There, there. You just *had* to join in on the conversation, didn’t you?”

“Isn’t he the most handsome wee bairn! Looks just like ye, too!”

Claire wrapped William’s blanket – knit so lovingly by his aunt – tighter around his tiny shoulders, smiling as he shoved his fist into his mouth. “Well – since my daughter is the spit of my husband, it’s only fair that my son can take after me a bit, hmm?”

Rosie impulsively bent to kiss William’s soft hair, before pocketing the handkerchief in which Claire had wrapped the dried herbs and then standing. Claire rose as well, and the two women exchanged a quick hug.

“Thank ye again! I can see myself out – no need for ye to give the lad a chill!”

Brianna poked her bright, inquisitive head around the corner just as Rosie departed. “Is he awake?”

William jerked in excitement at the sound of his beloved sister’s voice, squirming against his blanket.

“Sshh. Yes, sweetheart – Bree is here!” Claire cooed, turning so that he could watch his sister skip into the room.

“Can I take him?” Brianna, aged six, doted on her brother like nothing her parents, aunt and uncle, godfather, and the Lallybroch staff had ever seen. Caring for him gave her a great sense of responsibility – and she never tired of showing him off, either.

“Of course. But – ”

“But be gentle and keep him warm. Aye, Mama – I ken fine,” Brianna huffed, extending her arms. Claire carefully lay William against her shoulder, swaddling him in an extra blanket from his basket, and Brianna lay a steadying arm against her brother’s small back.

“Aye, *a bhailach*. All comfortable, no? Let’s go see what Da is up to…”

Softly, carefully Brianna padded out of Claire’s stillroom and toward Jamie’s study down the hall.

Claire’s heart soared – so happy to see further proof of the profound love between her children – and happy to finally have some time to herself. She opened her journal to a fresh page and began entering the details around Paul MacNab’s injury – and just how dedicated Rosie was to fix him.

“…barley perhaps? Of course we’ll have the potatoes, but I’m thinking we get that fallow field back into production now, so that we can harvest in the late winter?”

Ian Murray settled a bit deeper into his high-backed chair, rubbing the stump of his leg, thinking. “Aye – I suppose we could. It’s always good to have the variety – and Young Jamie is old enough to really help you out this time.”

Jamie crossed his left leg over his right, balancing a ledger on his knee, forefinger tracing down a long column of figures scrawled in Ian’s spidery hand. “The last time we planted there, the yield was fifty bushels. I think we could definitely – ”

“Hi, Da! What are ye doing?” Brianna burst in, William cradled to her chest, his wee dark head resting comfortably on her shoulder.

“*Ciamar a tha thu, mo nighean ruaidh*?” he greeted her, extending his free hand. Mindful of her brother, Brianna gently settled against his side. “As happy as I am to see you, it isna verra considerate of yer uncle for ye to just barge in wi’out knocking.”

“Oh, it’s nae bother,” Ian kindly insisted, already reaching for his wooden leg to strap it into position. “Might as well let Jamie ken he’ll be expected to help ye till the field. Canna have him grumbling like a bairn to his Mam again.”

William stirred a bit. Jamie closed the ledger, set it on the floor, and in one smooth motion picked up Brianna and set her on his lap. She snuggled, her back to his front, and he lay a gentle arm around them both.

“When will I be old enough to help Jamie wi’ the planting?”

Ian positioned his stump into the wooden leg and looked up at his niece. “Are ye sure ye want to help, then? It’s no’ an easy job. And ye’d have to do *exactly* as yer Da says.”

“I’d love for ye to help me, but ye’re too small to guide the horses.” He felt Brianna inhale a deep breath to protest, but lay a hand on her wee knee. “No – dinna say ye ken how to make them work. It’s verra different than when we go riding – the horses need to focus. And ye must ken what to ask them to do. Otherwise it’s a lot of work and ye dinna get anything out of it. And we dinna like anything to go to waste, aye?”

Brianna sighed against him, but nodded, resigned.

Ian stood – shaky for the first few seconds, but then slowly regained his balance. “It’s verra kind of ye to ask. But does yer Mam no’ need help wi’ the surgery? I thought ye liked doing that.”

“She does need the help – but she doesna let me do everything yet!”

“Ye need to be patient. Enjoy being a girl. Dinna grow into a woman quite so fast,” Jamie said quietly. Thoughtfully. “And did ye no promise to care for yer wee brother? To see him grow safe and strong?”

Brianna nestled her brother closer, feeling him go all boneless with sleep. “Aye, I did.” Her voice was soft – dreamy – far away.

Ian nodded and quietly took his leave of the three Frasers.

Jamie held his miracles – his world – in his lap.

“Can ye tell us a story, Da?” Brianna whispered after a while, turning to rest her face against his shoulder. “I think William enjoys the one about the laird and lady who were living in Paris.”

Jamie shifted in his chair so that Brianna and William – sound asleep now – could get more comfortable.

“Of course. One day, the laird and lady were invited to the most fancy dress party you could dream of. The laird wore his plaid, of course, but the lady wore a red dress that was so beautiful, all the other men at the party couldna help but stare at her…”