What do you thing the gangs social media's would be like?
Jack uses his Instagram as a place to store inspiration photos for art stuff. It’s everything from city skylines to graffiti to the way the light reflects through the window and casts rainbows across the floor. And, when he’s recreated the photo in what ever medium it demands, he takes down the original and posts one of the art work instead.
Davey uses Facebook to get updates on breaking news. Jack has to convince him to get Twitter but he only ever uses it to check up on his friends.
Race is a social media king. His Twitter and his Instagram are super popular because he posts parts of New York everyone else ignores. Whilst people are all taking photos of the arches of the Brooklyn bridge, he takes them of the stickers on the railings. He finds the parts of New York that its people create on a daily basis, and shares them. And occasionally there’ll be a picture of him and Spot, which doesn’t hurt his follower count.
Spot’s snapchat story is legendary. It’s everything from law classes to diving at the docks to the view from the fire escape but there’s always so much of it and no one understands how Spot manages to fit it all in to 24 hours.
Crutchie has a tumblr that’s half positive quotes on floral background or photos of the sea, and half disabled activism calling out ableist shit he encounters.
Katherine has a tumblr too. She uses hers as a social justice blog where she reminds people to vote and lists all the ridiculous shit Trump does. She tried to highlight ways women are being oppressed by the establishment, writing posts against FGM and the strict abortion laws in Ireland. She mainly keeps herself off her own blog, not sharing very much that could be considered personal. But after same sex marriage is legalised in the US she posts a photo of her kissing Sarah’s cheek with the tags #loveislove #marryingthisgirloneday and it goes viral. She’s mad that’s that what people reblog and like at first but it gets her a lot more followers who read everything else she posts so it’s not all bad.
“I wanted to do that with you,” I sighed, nestling my bottom back against his hips, “for a very long time.”
“Oh, aye?” I could hear the grin in his voice as he kissed my shoulder and nipped kisses down my arm. “How did ye ken I’d be any good at it?”
“Who’s saying you were?”
He heard the obvious teasing in my voice —calling a spade a spade: he’d been pretty bloody fantastic—and he gave it right back to me as he tsked with a mock-wounded, “Och, but she’s a vicious, cruel thing.” He slipped his arm under my head and brought the hand around to hold me close, whispering, grinning, “Cruel, cruel, cruel,” as he nipped his way up my still-flushed neck.
I hummed a happy laugh. “I didn’t know. But…” I turned my head back toward him, and right on cue, he brought his ear down near my mouth, so that hot breath moved against him as I finished, “…I knew I wanted you inside me.”
I felt him shiver at that, and he moved his hips ever-so-slightly against me, tracing a slow, warm hand up and down my hip and abdomen. A devilish grin still in his voice, he murmured, “Have I married a wanton, then?”
“You’re going to have your hands quite full with me in your bed,” I laughed, giving ‘devilish’ right back to him, “whatever rude name you wish you assign to it.”
“It’s wonderful, mo nighean donn,” he said, his voice suddenly soft. “I never dreamed—I—I didna even ken what it could be like.” I melted as he kissed my shoulder, my neck, my jaw. “How….perfectly happy a person could feel.”
I had known—
but to feel it with him…
Itwas a new kind of perfection.
“When I’m inside ye, Sassenach….” My husband pulled me tighter, seeming to fix his entire being on surrounding me, pulling me into him. “….I feel like….God himself.”
The laughter fizzed out of me before I could suppress it, which startled Jamie, but another moment, and the both of us were giggling uncontrollably. I had trouble getting the words out. “Is—that why you—took his name in vain so much??”
“While you’re already laughing at me—” Jamie choked out, the whole of him quaking behind me “—shall I tell ye that I didna ken there—was more than one position for coupling?”
“No!!!!” I gasped, feeling my cheeks would break from delight. “WHICH ONE??”
“The—back way—” he groaned, his voice wobbling as absurdly as his belly against my back, teetering on the edge of hysterics, “—like HORSES—”
“Jamie—” I moaned, coughing, a full two minutes later, “…hhhhhhhhORSES!!!”
“So YOU’RE—” Jamie gasped between veritable sobs of laughter, “—a—w—wanton, and I’m—a daft—LOON—”
More giggles. And hacking and coughing and still more giggles, until we were little more than a quivering puddle of flesh, our muscles absolutely spent from laughter.
I sighed a huge, deep sigh, exhausted from all the love and happiness. He did, too, and we settled back into each other, spooning close, snuggled under his plaid.
“So, what will we do, now, love? Make for Lallybroch?”
“Aye,” he said, “taking a verra indirect route, so as to stay off MacKenzie lands, but we’ll begin heading that way, to be sure.”
“And…we’ll stay there? Indefinitely?”
I hoped the raw eagerness didn’t show too obviously in my voice. I’d never had a real home, before—a place on the earth that was mine in some lasting way; and I’d never truly acknowledged to myself just how much something in my soul yearned for such a thing—a place to settle and grow—to fill with love and good food and memories. From what Jamie had said to me of his home, I knew Lallybroch could be that place; but I didn’t want to get my hopes up if we were going to be uprooted again.
“Well,” he said, shifting at my back and sounding nervous. “I suppose it’s—something we must decide together, aye?”
I smiled, touched. He was acknowledging my choice. That it might always be together.
“’Tis naught but a humble farm estate, ken?” he was saying, his words rushed and clumsy. “If ye—think you’d be happier someplace more–”
“No, I didn’t mean—!” I rolled to face him and let the truth of it show in my eyes. “It’s only that I don’t want to fall in love with a place we might have to leave.”
Happy relief flooded his face. “I dinna ever wish to leave, truthfully. I do think you’ll love it, Sassenach.” A flicker of doubt. “But do ye truly think ye can be happy? It’s no’ an easy life, a farm. We’ve servants and laborers, but there shall still—”
“I know I can, Jamie. I know it.”
And just as I vowed it, just as I savored the happy joy radiating from him, from me, the weight of history came crashing down around my shoulders.
My face must have fallen, for he was turning it up to him. “Mo nighean donn?”
And though it threatened to crush my heart into dust, I told him. About the war to come; the ‘45, and Bonnie Prince Charlie. The doomed cause. The famines. The Clearances. The endless upheavals and hardships that would all but destroy the Scotland he knew in just a few short years. How our life together would almost certainly be shaped—friends and family destroyed, if not ourselves, and that only by the grace of God— by an utterly doomed cause.
He said not a word while I spoke, but I watched his face harden into a mask of control, a sign of just how deeply he, too, felt the fear and dread of the devastation that loomed so close at hand. He had come to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling of stars as I prophesied doom over the perfect happiness of this night, our life.
“Is there…” he said, long after I’d fallen silent, “…anything we can do against this?” I turned onto my side to face him, though he still stared at the sky. “Mightn’t we—” He ran a hand backward through his hair. “Since we ken what’s to come, might we take steps to change things?” The desperate hope in his eyes… “Prevent some of this tragedy before it can run its course?”
My mind reeled. Intentionally change the future?
“I don’t know how much two people could do, Jamie,” I said, giving him honesty.
He set his jaw and nodded, closing his eyes for a moment as though committing some prayer upward. I brought an arm up and across his chest, half-laying on him as I put a soft hand on his cheek. “But we will do what we can. We’ll take measures to keep Lallybroch safe, at the very least; to keep our family safe. I promise.”
A sigh escaped him, something like relief, and he pulled me close, my cheek on his chest. “Then lead us, wise woman,” he murmured, “and keep us from harm.”
There was no laughter in his voice—only feeling, and genuine supplication. “Perhaps, Claire….Maybe ye were brought back to this time no’ just to save me, but many in these troubles to come.”
God, the weight of those words upon me—the burden of knowledge of what was to come.
“I don’t—It still might not be enough—”
He put a gentle finger to my lips. “I trust ye, mo nighean donn. And whatever must be done, we’ll face it together.”
I kissed him, long, soft, and deep. Together.
A long time later, my parched throat overcame coziness and I stood, at which he made the most adorable little needy sound of protest. “I’m only going to get the canteen, you animal!”
Still, I made a little show of sauntering over to our bags by the adjacent wall, bending luxuriously over, and taking a long swallow with my back to him, nearly spitting out the water to hear his sounds of distress all the while. “You do know how to make a girl feel gratified, Jamie. Positively got it down to an ART!”
“No’ art. Sheer. *animal*. weakness.”
We both laughed, but when I turned back to face him, on his side watching me, his expression was serious, sweet with love. “Ye ken…I loved you, Sassenach, since I held you in my arms, that first day we arrived at Leoch.”
I could only beam with happiness at the memory. God, that fireside…
(…and given the evident solemnity in what he was about to say, I refrained from mentioning the rather vivid association in my mind between that encounter and HORSES.)
“I loved you, then…” he went on, grinning, “—but Christ, when you fell into that river–”
“Pushed,” I couldn’t keep from correcting with a playful grimace.
“Oh aye, when Ned Gowan—may he be sainted for it—pushed ye into the river,” he amended with a flash of a grin before continuing, quiet once more “—and ye let me carry ye… undress ye… hold ye… Christ….” He sat up and stared at me, shaking his head. “Claire, mo chridhe: my entire life just—rearranged around me.”
“I wanted it to be you.” My throat was so tight, it came out in a pitifully flimsy whisper.
“What was that, lass?” he asked eagerly, standing and crossing to me where I stood leaning against the cool stones of the wall.
“When you set me down by the fire, that night, I knew I needed body heat.” I splayed my hands across his broad, smooth chest, tracing the beautiful outline of him. “I was so far gone I couldn’t get the words out, and Murtagh, bless him, he was on the right track, so I just curled up and let things take their course, but—Jamie, I so badly ached for it to be you. I wanted….I kept trying to pluck up the courage to just say it.”
He brushed a curl back from my face. “Say what?”
“‘Jamie! You. Me. Warmth Cuddles! Spit spot!’”
We both laughed, but I felt my belly clutch in memory. “But I was afraid, for so many reasons.”
He pressed me gently back against the wall and kissed me, giving me the gift of not having to speak aloud the main reason for my fear and shame over my feelings that night. “Well, if you were afraid, Sassenach,” he said against my lips, “I was fairly shitting myself.”
Memory, sadness, shame: banished. I chortled rather gracelessly into his mouth. “Oh, yes, that was quite apparent, love.”
He rolled his eyes as he smiled, sheepishly. “Christ, I wanted ye so badly I could scarcely breathe. A green, virgin lad handed a naked goddess and asked to mind her through the cold, dark night??“
“I wasn’t naked, you oaf!!”
“Ye should have told that to my cock. It couldna seem to tell the difference.” We nearly dissolved into another fit of giggles before he groaned ruefully. “Had to say my hail marys to keep from embarrassing myself. WELL, I did embarrass myself, did I not?—to keep from doing something lecherous.” He stepped a pace back from me, shaking his head with a kind of dark awe as he surveyed me from head to toe. “It certainly felt as if it should be a sin….to behold you, so.”
I gave a dramatic look backward at my posterior, then another conspicuously between his legs, raising my eyebrows in pleasant surprise at what I found there. “Makes one wonder whether sin is half so bad, after all.”
THAT fast. Fire burned in his eyes as he closed the distance between us, jerked me off my feet, and pressed me against the wall—NOT gently. I came alive for him, wrapped my legs around him in visceral, lightning-fast permission, and he entered me with a sharp thrust that sent a deep gasp wrenching from my throat. And he was moving deep, deep, deeper inside me as he growled into my ear:
“Then give me my sin again, Sassenach.”
Thank you all SO MUCH for your support of this story!
I’m leaving things open-ended on purpose, just in case there comes a prompt that fits nicely with this AU that compels me to open it back up (just like I did with this renewal!).
But for the time being, I’m perfectly happy to leave the Frasers to ride off into the sunset. Thank you all again :)
Notes: More filthy, raunchy, dirty smut for y’all. I’m going to have to cleanse myself by the end of this week. Hope you enjoy! Ok but isn’t it sad that my longest imagines are always smut because I can’t do smut without a plot I hate myself.
Mentions: Patrik Laine
Warnings: Smutty, smut
Smut: Yes | No
Requested: Yes | No
Up Next: Connor McDavid
“Are you seriously fucking sexting Laine right now?”
And I can reveal they were closer than ever at the Baftas, just 24 hours after being snapped hugging at a pre-party.
Emma, who won Best Actress for La La Land, and Andrew were seated on tables next to each other during the official dinner at Grosvenor House after the gongs.
The pair were even spotted cuddling and holding hands after the meal. An onlooker revealed: “As soon as Andrew finished his meal he made a beeline for her and gave her a huge hug. They chatted and laughed for at least half an hour.
“They looked very animated and happy to be together.
Head canons where couples know each other so well that they know the one thing they could do to exploit the other person - but they never use it for evil because happiness.
how much Jack likes kissing him. He’s incredibly tactile and when Davey
protests that he has to work and not make out with his boyfriend, Jack just
pouts and whines about it. The only time he’d ever held it over Jack’s head to
get what he wanted was when Jack tried to grow a beard and the stubble was
scratching at Davey’s face so he withheld kisses until Jack shaved.
probably do anything to cuddle after sex, Spot reckons. He curls up and leeches
off his body heat until he falls asleep and Spot is certain he could get Race
to say or do anything in that moment if it meant the physical contact continued.
But he’d never try, because that was the most vulnerable Race ever got and all
Spot wanted to do was protect him, not be the one hurting him.
coffee to get kisses from Katherine sometimes. When she’s gone into a ‘writing
coma’ where she won’t pay attention to anything but the article on her screen,
the one thing that will get her attention is freshly brewed coffee so Sarah
will make some and wait for Katherine to look up, handing over the cup only
when she’s had a gentle kiss and a small apology for Katherine being so
absorbed in her work.
It’s been a while but I’ve missed my cinabun in the actor!AU. School is school and work is work but I wanted to write again. This is part of @ackerchou actor!AU (check it out if you haven’t already and the other AUs). I swear it was funnier in my head as I was writing this, I promise guys.
“Er, hi guys? Wait, is this thing even on? How do I know if it’s streaming? Lance!” The camera shifted and a face left the focus of the screen before being shifted several times. Viewers watching this livestream were disappointed at the lack of face and were forced to watch a few seconds of a bland wall.
“Keith, is it on? What the heck are you doing?” A new voice filled the speakers of the camera and viewers stood on the edges of their seats in excitement.
“I don’t know. Is it streaming?” The first voice said and the camera shifted again. Now viewers had the chance to stare at a very ugly carpet on screen.
“How should I know?”
“Haven’t you done this before?!”
“Lance!” The first voice cried, voice full of nervousness. The camera shifted several times more and viewers could only see the blurred focus of nothing for a while. Eventually, (with much patience) two familiar faces filled the screen. One was beaming, wearing a smile that was familiar with everyone while the other was nervously waving into the camera.
What would the s and m bois do if their s/o tackled them and demanded cuddles?
Shu - “Troublesome woman, but I guess I can’t turn down an offer like that… I knew you were just waiting to beg for my attention.” He stepped back a little to catch himself but could not turn down the offer.
Reiji - “Huh, the nerve of you. Have I not taught you any manners?” You managed to push him into the wall by accident, he is not too happy.
Ayato - “Hey there Pancake, miss me?” You have effectively stroked his ego, now you gotta give him blood.
Kanato - “DON’T TOUCH ME YOU ALMOST KNOCKED TEDDY OUT OF MY HANDS!” He would be in hysterics if you even touched him without his permission but you had to go and be a klutz and almost get Teddy dirty didn’t you?
Laito - “Oh well hello there Little Bitch, are you feeling lonely? Well we can’t have that can we?” Okay but hear me out, Laito cuddles.
Subaru - “Tch… you scared me, are you alright? W-what, cuddles? Okay but only for a little while!” He blushes as you tumble into him but in the end it was worth it.
Ruki - “My my what needy Livestock, begging for your master’s attention. But I suppose I can indulge you this once.” He has a soft spot for cuddling up together while reading, and guess what he was about to do?
Kou - “Aww did Masokitty miss me? What do I get if I give you cuddles?” It’s always give and take with Kou but deep down he’s enjoying every second of your face buried in his chest.
Yuma - “Come on Sow you know I got work in the garden to do!” Yuma is not a cuddly person but you may get him to oblige with some hard work and sugar cubes.
Azusa - “Cuddles?… But Eve… we always cuddle… why ask… when it’s bound… to happen?” Azusa cuddles are the best cuddles and best of all you ain’t gotta ask because all the time is cuddle time.
Requested by anon:
“How about some general hux domestic life shenanigans that he gets up to with his s/o? Thanks.”
GIF is not mine.
So, this kinda has modern au feel to it… Oh well whatever. I like him. I like him a lot. In fact, he is my husband. How wonderful is that?
Requests are open! :-)
-Ok so Armitage is a totally different man when behind doors and with you.
-ESPECIALLY with you.
-If he has to leave before you, he will always make you a cup of coffee. (Even if it’s cold by the time you drink it. It’s really the thought that counts.) He will pull his side of the blankets up, all snug and tidy and pull your covers up, covering you. He always gives you a kiss on the cheek and a small “I love you.”
-If you have to leave before him, you softly wake him up with kisses on his face, and say goodbye to him.
-But the best is when the both of you get to spend your mornings together.
He’s an early riser, so he’ll make you both breakfast.
-Millicent will wedge herself in between you both while your eating, and purr loudly.
-You both help clean up. Talking softly to one another.
-You both complain about Kylo. A LOT. To the point that your impression of him is spot on.
-CuDdLeS. cuddles. CUDDLES. cUdDlEs.
You guys cuddle a lot.
-Lots of late night talks. You talk about from how both of your days went to, what you both want to achieve together, how much you love each other. Anything and everything.
-You both spoil Millicent. Like holy shit chill.
-You fight. A lot. They are loud and intense. You both immediately regret it afterwards but you both have patience and respect for each other.
-PILLOW FIGHTS!! PILLOW FIGHTS!!
-“Hey Y/N can you-”
“Yeah sure. What do you need?”
-You dance together a lot. Almost every weekend it would seem. Doesn’t matter what music, you both just love feeling each other’s bodies move.
-Reading together in bed.
-He sits in your lap and you strike his orange hair, humming softly.
-You guys are just so in love with each other I’m crying. #goals
Lance got off the train and walked to the diner, head bowed into his phone reading the directions.
Destination is on your left
, his screen announced in bold lettering.
“Left?” he muttered to himself, glancing up and realizing he was on the wrong side of the street. The diner’s nondescript front was easy to miss. He would never have spared it a second glance if he wasn’t looking for it. He crossed and peered inside through the windows to see if Keith had arrived. His eyes were scanning the booths when a low voice tickled against his ear,
Which of the ygo cats hogs the best sunbeams/cuddle spots? (Which of your irl cats do that too? Also I love that you call them princesses, they are good beautiful ladies)
Bakura will steal the Top Notch sunbeam spots if Thief King hadn’t already gotten there first. Ryou and Yugi will always have the best cuddle spots reserved, usually on blankets or in one of the many cat beds.
As for the gorgeous princesses, Jynx and Pootsie passively argue who gets the premium spot on one of the cat trees as our windows face west and we get the best late afternoon sun all the way to sunset [which illuminates our apartment in gentle gold light for an hour each day in the summer A++++]. One cat tree has a little box on top that they can comfortably lay in to soak up those nice warm rays.
Jynx usually nabs it for herself because she can climb up there faster but Pootsie will sometimes try and steal it if she can wiggle her large butt up there [sometimes she needs help because she’s pretty round].