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Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Epilogue

April 2

Simon

Waking up in Baz’s bed is too soft to describe.  Technically, I’m sure his bed is no softer than my own, but now there’s another level of soft, one that goes beyond a physical body-soft.  Soft like my entire soul is encased in cotton fluff. Heart-soft.

“Baz?”

He doesn’t open his eyes, just smiles a little, and his sleepy smile has my heart skipping.  “Simon?”

Crowley, just hearing him say my name, and in a voice still heavy with sleep, is enough to have me swooning a little.

           “It’s April second.”

           “Yes it is.”

           “Do you still love me?”

           Baz pulls me closer and when he speaks his lips brush my forehead.  “Today, tomorrow, every day after that.”

           His shirt is my new favourite smell and I bury my nose in it.  “It’s funny, if you think about it?”

           “Hm?”

           “We both told the truth yesterday,” I muse.  “We pranked each other every day except April Fool’s Day.”

           He chuckles deep within his throat.  “We really are pathetic.”

           “Guess that makes us both April Fools, huh?”

           “Speak for yourself, love,” he laughs, and I’m so gone.

Baz

“So,” Simon murmurs after a few more moments of silent heaven, “is the game over?”

           I shrug with one shoulder.  “Who won?”

           “Me.”

           “Really?” I raise an eyebrow.  “How?”

           “I’ve got you wrapped in my wings, Baz, it doesn’t get much better than this.”

           “I dunno,” I grin, “I think I definitely won.”

           Simon scoffs.  “As if.”

           “I’m wrapped in your wings.”

           “Well, I finally get to touch your hair.”

           “I can make you blush without even trying.”

           “I can shut you up by kissing you.”

           “Oh yeah?” I pull back far enough to meet his eye. “Care to demonstrate?”

           He’s laughing as he obliges me, kissing me gently like his lips are still sore from the seemingly endless kissing last night. I don’t remember having the strength to pull away long enough to climb back inside the room, or to change into our nightclothes, but at some point it must have happened.  Between toothpaste kisses and disbelieving grins.  I’d been a little afraid to suggest sharing a bed (I thought it might scare him away), but he’d climbed in beside me like he fit there, like the spot had been meant for him all along.  I don’t think we ever stopped kissing, just fell into place and stayed there until the dizziness turned into dreams.

           “Crowley,” I mumble against his lips, soft like rose petals.

           “What?”

           “Aleister Crowley.”

           He giggles.  “What, Baz?”

           “Do you still love me?”

           His eyes are a different blue every time I look at them, like the sky.  Right now they’re the horizon just after the orange leaks out of the sunrise.

           Simon kisses my forehead.  “Today…”

           Kisses my nose.  “Tomorrow…”

           Kisses my mouth, deep and long.  “Every day after that.”

           I’m so gone.

           “I’m living a charmed life.”

When galaxies collide

AN: I wrote this some time ago and felt like sharing it because it’s not too bad. While reading, please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language, so  excuse any possible mistakes.

Baz

The way he looks at me is irritating.

His eyes never seem to leave me. They’re following me through the room, a solid blue wall. Blue as crayons. They’re extraordinarily ordinary.

I try not to let him notice how he unnerves me. I try to ignore him and his stupidly blue eyes. His tawny skin and his unruly curls. Everything about him is golden and so bright that it looks like he belongs in space. Somewhere far away. Definitely not here.


Simon

This boy looks like he belongs to another planet. His skin is an indescribable mixture of reds and browns and it shimmers like pixie dust. His hair is dark and way longer than mine and it falls over his shoulders, framing his face, making it look at least a bit softer. Because his cheekbones are sharp and his eyes are hard and he scowls all the time.

He should make me feel uncomfortable. I should be scared by him.

But I’m not.

He seems to be drawing me in. I can’t stop watching him, how he moves around. He talks to no one and no one talks to him. Does he feel alone? It seems like there are galaxies between me and him.


Baz

I finally know where he belongs. He’s the sun that is missing in the galaxy I call my life. He completes my very own sun-system. He still hasn’t stopped looking at me.

And when I hear people slowly leaving the room, I decide that I should be brave once in my life.


I turn and look at him. Right into his ridiculously blue eyes.

My breath catches and for a moment, he is all that I can see. He’s the centre of my everything. He’s every nice thing I can think of.

But then he looks away and the moment is broken.


Simon

His grey eyes seem to have unsettled something deep inside of me. Something I was afraid do wake, something I never wanted to think about. He’s still holding my gaze and it hurts, looking at his face hurts. It makes me think of how much I want to talk to him, screw his intimidating looks.

So I break the eye-contact.

Then I stand up.

And start to make my way towards him.


Baz

Within seconds he’s in front of me, making my stomach turn. I can’t name the look on his face. Is he angry because I stared at him? Shouldn’t I be the one who’s angry?

But then he interrupts my thoughts by saying: “You don’t talk to anyone.”

It surprises me. It’s not even a question, it’s a simple statement. What am I supposed to answer to this? I don’t want to scare him away, he’s even more beautiful up close.

“That’s none of your fucking business.”

Oh great.


Simon

He spits out a rude answer, but I can’t really blame him, since my question was probably the least eloquent thing I could have said.

“Well,” I stutter, trying to regain my composure. “I just wanted to ask if I could sit with you.”

There’s a flicker of something in his eyes and I hope that he’ll say yes.


Baz

This boy is going to be the death of me. Now that he’s standing right in front of me, I can see that his face is sprinkled with tiny freckles. There’s an edge of one of his teeth missing, which makes him look way younger. He’s making me feel sick. But the good kind.

He asked if he could sit with me and if I weren’t so absolutely incompatible with human beings, I would have said yes by now. But I still haven’t answered his question and he’s still looking up at me with his blue eyes, chewing on his plump bottom lip.

Before I can think to much about this, I feel my mouth opening.


Simon

“If you insist,” he mumbles and for a moment, I’m worried that he’s irritated by me and is just surrendering because he wants me to stop talking. But then he shoots me a half-smile and it feels like gravity has lost its hold on me.

I smile back at him, already planning to tell Penny all of this as soon as I enter our flat. Although he seemed so far away at first, almost like he lived on another planet, I can’t feel the galaxies dividing us any more. Now we’re circling around each other. As if he’s as focused on me as I am on him.

But then he frowns.


Baz

He beams at me and I can’t help but try to memorize all of his expression, in case I’m not seeing it again. Or at least, not directed at me.

We’re both silent for a moment, standing in the middle of the empty room and staring at each other. Then I remember that I don’t even know his name.

His face falls when I stop smiling and I immediately want to comfort him, tell him that I didn’t change my mind, that I’m just thinking, but I’m not exactly known to be empathic in public.

“What’s your name?”, I ask, cringing internally at how emotionless my voice sounds.

He relaxes, ruffling his curls as his smile returns.

“Simon. Simon Snow.”

Oh well, at least we both have ridiculous names.


Simon

He grins when he hears my name, and I immediately feel self-conscious. My name is one of the things I will never not be embarrassed about.

I have already opened my mouth to say something when he cuts me off.

“Don’t worry, I’m not making fun of you. Would be a bit hypocritical if you consider that my name is Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch. You can call me Baz though.”

I snort, feeling relieved. His name is as extraordinary as he is and even though there’s no way I’m going to remember all of it, I still like it. It sort of fits him.


Baz

My stomach does a somersault when Simon says, “We match, I guess.”.

We do not match, we absolutely don’t. But that doesn’t stop me from trying.

It’s okay to celebrate what you’ve accomplished so far. The mere fact that you’re still in here means that you’ve had to put work in to get to this point. Yes, there are parts of this canvas that still need to be painted, but don’t beat yourself so much over what isn’t finished yet. Don’t you remember what God is doing in you in this season? Don’t you remember that He is strengthening you to make it through? Because of Him, you’ve got this. You’re going to walk across out of this season you’re in and you’ll be able to say “God brought me through this. I know He did. I see His hand in all of this.” So keep going. Don’t discredit the progress you’ve made so far and know that the Lord is carrying you through, all the way to the end.

I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. - Philippians 3:14

Written by @morganhnichols for #TheDevoCo

My first follow forever (wOW)!!!! cya 2017!!

It’s so crazy to think that at the start of this year the only Seventeen I knew was the number… and now, whenever I hear the number seventeen, the first thing I think of is the group of 13 boys that brightened up my 2017.

After my introduction to seventeen came my introduction to this fandom and to some really beautiful people. I’m so grateful to all of you for being so welcoming, and filling my dash with posts that are memetastic, creative, beautiful and filled with the awesomeness of 13 precious boys. Oh! Also, thanks for brightening up my dash with awesome tags as well hehheheh. I hope 2018 treats you all with the happiness and love you deserve 💕💕

So for my mutuals I thought I’d write out my first impressions of each of you or the first post I saw from you (i’m really cheesy okay). Most of them I remember, but for the few I couldn’t, I wrote down the post that is most memorable for me or what I love about you/your blog :))

Also, it isn’t in alphabetical order… eep too lazy

Keep reading

  • Piper: (about their living arrangement)We're still arguing about it. I want at least an acre of land, and he wants something called a man cave.
  • Jason: Wait, really? Really. You really want to get him involved?
  • Piper: He asked a question.
  • Jason: Just tell him that it's crazy for him to carry a gun, that's all.
  • Piper: But it's not.
  • Jason: It is.
  • Leo: (to Piper) Thank you.
  • Piper: At the very least, he could draw fire away from you and get shot himself, which would reduce the likelihood of me becoming a single parent.
  • Leo: (stuttering)We, we, we don't have to go through every eventuality.
  • Jason: You're not getting a gun.
  • Leo: Then I'll make sure you don't get a man cave.
  • Jason: You're not going to get a gun.
  • Leo: Well, then, you won't get a man cave.

anonymous asked:

I work in a warehouse that packs things into boxes and the amount of coworkers that keep making fun of me is getting ridiculous. I would report them but it's just my word against theirs and they're all considered 'good enployees' so nothing would even happen except me pissing them off. This is the highest paying job I could find with no interview process so I can't quit. I'm already an hour and a half late right now because I just don't want to go in and get made fun of more lol.

Do you carry your cell phone? Check into the recording laws and if it’s legal record them then you will have proof.

-Rodney

the-sweetest-poison-icing  asked:

Hello, hun! How are you? Welcome to the family! Would you mind terribly if I asked for Romantic headcanons for 'Stickbugs' with a short S/O? Take your time, and don't feel to stressed! I hope you have fun writing, and don't stress out to much, haha! Well, ily, bye! ~Fishy

I’m feeling really happy and loved rn! So many people already asking me to write about my favorite skeletons! It’s so great, I love it so much! Thanks for looking out for me, it means a lot! And of course not, I have a soft spot for those tol skellies too <3

UT!Papyrus
★ He’s the cuddle master. He makes the best big spoon, hands down.
★ He’s the most likely out of all the Stickbugs to carry you. On his shoulders, bridal style, potato sack style, piggy back rides, he’s going to do it in some way or another. He could even carry you on one arm if he wanted to. It will make it 10x better for him though if you put your arms over his shoulders.
★ Two words: forehead kisses.

UF!Papyrus/Edge
★ He’s very touchy. He likes to have his arm around you all the time, to hold hands with you, to come up behind you and wrap you in his arms. It’s his way of saying you are his, and that you belong to him, and that only you can take yourself away from him.
★ He can’t stay mad at you. Like at all. You’re too damn cute. Stop it.
★ If anyone tries to pick on you because of your height, they’re dead. You’d better stop him before he kills them, because he won’t hesitate.

US!Papyrus/Stretch
★ He will most definitely rest his chin or his arms on your head, and it’s always right when you let your guard down. He’s not doing it teasingly, though. You’re just the right size for him.
★ But he’s still teasey. He’ll give you shorty nicknames from time to time. And he’ll hold object out of your reach sometimes. But it’s out of love, I promise.
★ He will get very flustered if you pull him down to your level.

FS!Papyrus/Mutt
★ Very possessive and very protective, more so than Edge. But like Edge, he’s going to be holding you in some way at all times. He needs to let others know that you are his.
★ But instead of holding his hand, he gets a real kick out of you holding his arm/bicep instead.
★ He will let you wear his clothes. A lot. They may not fit you, but damn, are you cute in them. Especially his hoodie.

G!Papyrus/Vinny
★ He will carry you around bridal style when you’re not in public.
★ He loves it when you get mad. Like Stretch, he’ll give you shorty nicknames and hold this up too high to mess with you. You’re just so cute when you’re mad!
★ When it comes to kissing, he’s not doing that bend-over-to-reach-your-level nonsense. No, he’s picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist.

Lana Del Rey (SIGNOS DE FUEGO)

ARIES: Blue Jeans

“Blue jeans, white shirt. Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn It was like James Dean, For sure you're so fresh to death and sick as cancer. You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop but you fit me better than my favourite sweater and I know that love is mean, and love hurts but I still remember that day we met in December, oh babyI will love you till the end of time. I would wait a million years. Promise you'll remember that you're mine. Baby can you see through the tears? Love you more than those bit*hes before. Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember”

LEO: Born To Die

Take me to the finish line oh my heart it breaks every step that I take But I’m hoping at the gates, They’ll tell me that you’re mine. Walking through the city streets is it by mistake or design. I feel so alone on the Friday nights. Can you make it feel like home, if I tell you you’re mine. It's like I told you honey. Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry. Sometimes love is not enough when the road gets tough. I don’t know why, Keep making me laugh let’s go get high, The road is long, we carry on so we should have fun in the meantime”

SAGITARIO: This Is What Makes Us Girls

Remember how we used to party up all night. Sneaking out and looking for a taste of real life, Drinking in the small town. Firelight sweet sixteen and we had arrived. Walking down the street as they whistle, "hi, hi!" Stealin' police cars with the senior guys. Teachers said we'd never make it out alive. This is what makes us girls, We don't look for heaven and we put our love first. Don't you know we'd die for it? it's a curse, Don't cry about it, don't cry about it. This is what makes us girls, We don't stick together 'cause we put our love first. Don't cry about him, don't cry about him, It's all gonna happen”

Duraznito-.

  • Aaron: He doesn't want you, he doesn't want the... You can't just trap him.
  • Rebecca: You really think that's what this is? I wanted to get on a flight out of here. He should never have known. I'm not trying to take your husband.
  • Aaron: Just... stay away from him. Don't contact him, don't see him.
  • Rebecca: And you think that'll solve it? What do you want? That we all just pretend this isn't happening? You go back to your marriage and just forget about it? I like you, Aaron. I want to help you.
  • Aaron: Yeah, well, you're doin' a great job!
  • Rebecca: He hurt you. Like he hurt you before. Like he's hurt everyone who's ever cared about him.
  • Aaron: No, I'm different. He loves me. He married me!
  • Rebecca: Then slept with me! He told me you were over and I trusted him. Don't make the same mistake. I mean, look at me. I'm pregnant. I'm carrying his child. I'm sorry, Aaron. But there's going to be a baby here. It's going to be born and you're going to see it. You can't just ignore it.
  • Aaron: Just stay away from him! (yells, Rebecca flinches back, grabs her non existent baby bump in a dramatic gesture) I'm... I'm sorry. I... I wouldn't... I wouldn't hurt you. I wouldn't... I wouldn't hurt the... bab...
  • Rebecca: This is what he does to you. This is why we have to protect ourselves. Can you really do this? Can you stand by him, cope, when the baby's here? You came here to save your marriage. Save yourself, Aaron. Leave him.
Special Episode! (Rapmon Birthday!)
  • Rapmon: Y/N! Come home quick! I made something!
  • Y/N: You made something? You sure you didn't break anything?
  • Rapmon: Were you particularly attached to that vase in the living room?
  • Y/N: NAMJOON!
  • Rapmon: Yes?
  • Y/N: You are so dead when I get home!
  • Rapmon: Glup.
  • Y/N: Namjoon! Where are you?
  • Rapmon: In the kitchen!
  • Y/N: Not the Kitchen! What did yo-
  • Rapmon: What do you think? Fancy dinner for the two of us.
  • Y/N: It's surprisingly nice, but what's that behind you?
  • Rapmon: Not a mess, totally not a mess.
  • Y/N: You sure?
  • Rampon: Yeap! Have a look!
  • Y/N: It's clean... How did you do this?
  • Rapmon: Magic. I made everything myself. Come on, sit down and eat.
  • Y/N: No way... You actually made everything.
  • Rapmon: What do you think?
  • Y/N: This is...fantastic!
  • Rapmon: Hold up, Let me get something.
  • Y/N: What's in the box?
  • Rapmon: Open it. I think you'll like it.
  • Y/N: A...metal link?
  • Rapmon: Actually it was supposed to be a ring... I didn't do a good job.
  • Y/N: Did you make this?
  • Rapmon: Yea...
  • Y/N: I LOVE IT! I'm going to wear it! It..doesn't fit.
  • Rapmon: You can throw it away...I'll get you a better one.
  • Y/N: No! I won't. *Ties on as necklace* There! Now I can carry it with me all the time.
  • Rapmon: It looks beautiful there.
  • Y/N: What's with all of the gifts today? I don't think it's our anniversary...
  • Rapmon: I wanted to surprise you before I left..
  • Y/N: Left? Where are you going?
  • Rapmon: On a tour... for at least 2 years...
  • Y/N: What?! Why so long?
  • Rapmon: It's for...
  • Y/N: Comeback?
  • Rapmon: Kind of? How about a debut project in America?
  • Y/N: For two whole years?!
  • Rapmon: At least.
  • Y/N: What about us?
  • Rapmon: I don't know... I asked manager about it..He said you can't come with us, and I can't come back to Korea...
  • Y/N: What does that mean? We are...Over?
  • Rapmon: I don't know...
  • Y/N: Do something! You're the leader! Can't you do anything?
  • Rapmon: I tried... but I can't.
  • Y/N: I don't want us to be over! We can't be!
  • Rapmon: I know...I feel that same way...
  • Y/N: Namjoon-ah, you can't just go...I love you.
  • Rapmon: I love you too, but this is goodbye for now...
  • Y/N: For real? I have to let you go?
  • Rapmon: I'm so sorry...
  • Y/N: Namjoon...
  • Rapmon: I know...

In which Simon caught Baz kissing someone else and confronts him about it

Baz took a long drag from his cigarette. Simon wrinkled his nose. “Can you stop smoking around me?”

“No.” Baz dropped the cigarette anyway, crushing it beneath his shoe. “Now can we just talk?

“No.”

“What’s wrong with you, Snow?”

“Nothing.”

“Simon.”

“Baz.”

Tension crackled between the two boys, it was electrifying. Baz’s eyes narrowed to slits, and Simon pursed his lips.

And then Simon started sobbing. “Dammit, Baz,” he spluttered, “I saw you. I fucking saw you with him.” Simon wiped furiously at his eyes with the back of his hand. It had been an accident. He was supposed to be in class, but skipped. Because he just wanted to see Baz.

Baz’s blood ran cold. “I thought you had class.”

“I skipped.” Simon sniffed loudly and drew his arms to his chest. “I wanted to see you.”

“You should’ve said something.”

“I didn’t think I had to.”

“We’re not even dating, Simon.”

“I thought our kiss had meant something.”

Baz pulled out his packet of cigarettes, twisting it around and around in his long, slender fingers. He hadn’t meant to hurt him. He hadn’t meant to hurt Simon. Dammit, he was in love with that boy. Then why did you kiss that other bloke? “I’m sorry,” Baz said. He tucked his cigarettes back into his jeans’ pocket.

“I’m sorry too.”

“I didn't—” Baz ran a hand through his hair. “I was scared you didn’t want me.”

Simon snorted.

“I pictured you.”

“What?”

“When I was kissing him, I pictured you.”

“That’s supposed to make it okay?”

“No.” Baz paused. “I love you.”

Simon stayed quiet for a long time. Then, “Fine.”

“Fine?”

“I love you too.”

  • Robert: Look, if it doesn't work out, we can always come back. I mean, what happened today, it doesn't have to change anything.
  • Aaron: Nothing's changed. It is what it is. I've just only realised it today, that's all.
  • Robert: You're tired, you're not thinking clearly.
  • Aaron: Stop talking, please. Just go. You're making it worse.
  • Robert: What, and leave you like this?
  • Aaron: Adam will come over.
  • Robert: No.
  • Aaron: Robert, don't be stupid.
  • Robert: I know you love me. That's why you can't even look at me. You love me and this is ridiculous.
  • Aaron: I do love you. I'll always love you. But this... I hate this. And if it carries on for long enough it's gonna end up killing me. (takes his ring off, holds it out to Robert) Take it. Just take it. (Robert takes the ring, Aaron kisses his cheek) I think you should probaby go now. Please. (Robert doesn't move) Robert, just go. (Robert looks and looks and then goes)

anonymous asked:

hi I have double depression which is like a lot of the time it's just kind of more low level symptoms but once every couple months it flares up and I get really suicidal and stuff. it's chronic for me and I don't know what to do. I'm so sick of it and I'm sick of people telling me it's going to get better because I know it's not. I'm just always really upset about it

hey darling. I’m not going to tell you you’re wrong. it may be something you live with for a very long time. I don’t think this is something you should be carrying all by yourself, though. what we definitely can do is make coping a bit easier for you.

• dysthymic disorder, sometimes called neurotic depression or double depression affects 3 to 6 percent of the population. that’s more than bipolar disorder and schizophrenia combined, yet most people are unfamiliar with it.

• some people have this mood disorder for 20 years or even more before seeking treatment, but it is treatable for the majority of sufferers. 

• it’s recommended to make a visit to your doctor for a physical exam. there are a number of conditions that can worsen double depression such as thyroid disease, infections, diabetes, etc.

• consider getting a psychiatric evaluation as well. it’s good to know if any life issues are contributing to your depression. 

• look over treatment options. there is no way to tell how someone might respond to a certain type of treatment. it’s okay to experiment. if things don’t improve over a few months, try something new. be fair to yourself, and don’t lose hope if one treatment doesn’t work.

• psychotherapy is known to have a positive effect after only a couple of months. anti depressants can also alleviate some symptoms of double depression.

• consider joining a support group. connecting with others in a similar position will help with feelings of isolation. 

know that everything you’re feeling is very real. try not to pay attention to people who probably don’t know the severity of your disorder. you’re a very strong person for being here. keep sharing your story. 💕

i am deliberately going to try and
push you away,
because you are away,
or far away and
my brain interprets this as you are
leaving forever - and what do i know,
you might. 
this is the fastest firewall
but it doubles as a self destruct button,
cause you see,
i’m pretty damn good at that.
in my head right now, you are at the pub
(and you are)
and at this pub you are laughing
and joking with friends. 
stress
free.
i am not stress free,
they should make people who come into contact with me
sign a consent form.
i am difficult, hard work wrapped in self doubt
and panic attacks.
you will realise this when you are away from me
and my body knows this
so it needs to prepare for the loss of you
before it happens
so it doesn’t kill me. 
i'm going to be cold and a bitch,
i’m sorry. i can’t control it or anything at all.
i don't want to lose you.
i just don't know how to carry this much emotion
without collapsing
and i know the only way to save myself
is cut off every link to my heart. 
this is an ongoing poem,
you’ll read the rest some other day,
if we survive.
—  me, waiting for you to message me even though i deliberately deaded off the conversation
stargazing

“you’re beautiful…”

“pardon, snow?”

Simon snapped out of his trance and turned his head to stare back at the stars, as opposed to his boyfriend.

Baz glanced down at their intertwined hands and goes pink in the face as he realises what Simon said. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to holding Simon’s hand, or kissing Simon and calling Simon his boyfriend, things he’s wanted to do for so many years. He is Simon’s now, and Simon is his.

What a charming life he’s living.

“the stars…” Simon murmurs, blushing “the stars are beautiful.”

“thank you..” Baz whispers and moves over to squish himself almost on top of Simon.

The two lay on the roof of the house that Simon and Penny share. It was a peaceful evening, with only wisps of grey clouds swirling around the deep navy sky, framing the bright shining stars. With Penny out for the weekend with some normal friends, the boys decided to take advantage of the situation and have rooftop dinners (something they’d tried before but penny had yelled at them as soon as she had gotten home from her late shift at work).

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this happy. You make me feel like everything’s going to be okay. You drown out all the bad in the world. Thank you, Simon Snow. I really love you.”

anonymous asked:

I know it's not the weekend but I am traveling soon and don't want to miss your beautiful writing. Can you write a super super whopper smutty one with what happened between Claire and Jamie on the night before she woke up in possession of his sperm and was looking at them in her microscope? Xoxo

I’m sorry this took me so long to get to! I hope you get to see this before you travel. I loved writing this.


I was floating. Soft clouds carried me on the breeze. I didn’t know where I was going but it didn’t matter. The clouds caressed my legs, drifting slowly up. It was a lovely sensation, making me tingle all over. Then something wet touched me on my soft inner thigh. Clouds weren’t supposed to be wet. They weren’t supposed to feel like tongues. 

The cloud nudged my legs apart. I hadn’t dreamt like this in ages. Then my eyes slowly drifted open. 

“Damn,” I muttered. 

I’d woken aroused and unsatisfied. Only to find Jamie watching me.

“Oh, good. You’re awake, Sassenach.”

“What?”

“I wasna sure ye would wake before I took ye.”

Blearily I looked around our bed. The quilts were madly askew, and my shift was puddled around my waist. Evidently my dream had been based on reality. My nipples were hard and erect, one still wet from his mouth.

“Oh! That was you!”

“I should hope so,” he said. 

“Why the sudden need to have me, then?”

“Ye were making all those wee noises ye make while I serve ye. I havena had a cockstand this bad since I watched ye bathe in the stream last week.”

“You saw that?!”

He grinned wickedly up at me.

“Aye. I did. Were ye dreaming just then, Sassenach?”

I watched his large fingers slowly crawl up my legs like inch worms.

“Eh, well… Yes. I was.”

“Seems a verra naughty dream, what wi’ all those noises ye made.”

“It was. But it wasn’t. I was only dreaming about whatever it was you were doing to me.”

“Would ye like me to continue wi’ it, then?”

“Mmm,” I mumbled, letting my figners comb through his soft, thick hair. “Yes please.”

I was still warm from sleep, not completely aware of my surroundings. My knuckles cracked and turned white where I gripped the quilts. His skill was incredible and unmatched. Even after all these years, our immense separation, other lovers, Jamie was still the best. Frank had never aroused me so amazingly. But the warrior in my bed was my perfect match, bringing me close to screaming with hardly an effort.

Just before I hit my peak, he stopped.

“No!”

“Who was it in yer dreams, Sassenach?”

“What?!”

I stared down at him, his face completely serious.

“Who?”

“Not anyone. Not really.”

He snorted and I began to shake with pent-up energy. He sat away from me, no longer touching any part of my flushed body.

“I’ve taken ye to bed at least a thousand times, Claire. I ken what ye sound like while someone services ye.”

“Really, Jamie. I promised you honesty. It wasn’t anyone. Just… A big fluffy cloud.”

The corner of his mouth twitched with a suppressed urge to laugh.

“Oh. Good.”

He crawled up the bed then, his body sliding against mine.

“Why? Were you worried I was dreaming of someone else?”

“Och, just a wee bit. I canna ha’ my wife dreaming of another man serving her.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I- ooohhhh…”

Given his earlier attentions to my nether regions, I was very ready for him. He grunted as he nestled himself fully inside me. I wasn’t sure what had put him in this sort of mood, but I wasn’t inclined to question it further. The pleasure he’d first denied me hit me like a brick. I felt my nails sink into the soft, firm flesh of his buttocks, making him squirm. But I didn’t care.

“I dinna care if ye dream of me taking ye,” he growled in my ear. “But I’ll be damned if I let ye dream of someone else.”

“I promise, Jamie! I won’t!”

“No one else. Especially not a bloody cloud!”

“Oh Jamie!”


He began bucking madly against me, hard enough to bruise my thighs. I held onto him for dear life, afraid of being thrown into an endless oblivion if I let go. Feeling his muscles flex and contract beneath my hands reminded me of the power he held and how many times he’d used it to love me tenderly.

I felt my second wave come on just as his washed over him. He muttered Gaelic prayers in my ear, too softly for me to understand. I panted and shook when he rolled off, already half asleep.

Thankfully, it was still dark out. I could catch a few more hours of sleep and cool off a little before going about my chores. If the light was good, I might even be able to use the microscope Jamie had given me. Drifting off into my own sleep, I wondered what sorts of things I might be able to see with it.

Things I [Scorpio] Love About Each Sign
  • Aries: I love that I can put you in charge and rely on you to lead properly and fairly. I love that you take things seriously and are always, always willing to stand up for what you believe in. I love that you're a great and trustworthy leader, and you're great in project groups or as partners too.
  • Taurus: I love that you're seriously stubborn and that I can argue with you for hours on end. I love that you'll have new reasons every time that will let me express my anger. You make me expressive, even if it is just negative emotions. You let me get the negatives out of my systems, which is sometimes difficult to do alone; I love you for that.
  • Gemini: I love how much you love. People make it out to look like you're fucking satan but that's probably because it's what you want to seem like. Even if it's hard to show the fluffy, sweet side of you, I want you to. You're actually an angel, and I love that you don't take your sweet nature and naturally good heart for granted, but I do want to see that side of you more often.
  • Cancer: I love that you're my best friend and that you'll always keep me out of trouble. Sometimes I joke about you being a buzzkill or that you're not fun, but I'd probably be dead without the love and help you've given me for as long as I've known you. You probably want me to be more open and I've never really been comfortable with being open, but you're the type of person that makes me like to try, so I love you.
  • Leo: I love that you're funny and you seem to relate to everything. Despite what you're stereotyped as, you're not really that bossy. Sometimes you're a little forward and friendly, but I think it's because you like to take charge of any relationship. I think you're really one of the coolest signs and that's what I love about you.
  • Virgo: I love that you're the one I talk to every day. You listen to me, and you're actually really funny and relatable. You don't seem to have a filter, but sometimes I love that because you're determined and stand up for yourself. I love that you can always stand your ground but make jokes out of it too.
  • Libra: I love that you try your best to be the best version of you. Sometimes you get your facts mixed up and it sounds like a lie, but you're too good to lie for the wrong cause and I think you're just trying to be the version of you that people love – please try to be yourself more, I'll love you then too.
  • Scorpio: I love that you're deep and you keep secrets to yourself. I don't like that you pry, but I know that it's just because you of all people know that secrets are a tough burden to carry alone and I'm so proud of you for trying to help others. I love that you care, but maybe try to help yourself too.
  • Sagittarius: I love that you're so strong, but that you let me in sometimes. I love that you're really honest and even though it sometimes makes me hesitate, it also lets me know that if I need honest advice, you're the one to go to. Or if I need to go on a road trip across North America. You are definitely the sign that I'd take everywhere with me because you'd be so much fun and we'd do a bunch of extreme things. I love that I can always count on you to be honest, and that you also may let me give you a lap dance.
  • Capricorn: I love that you don't push me to explain things and that you try to understand me. Like sometimes, you seem uninterested or cold, but I think you just have a deep understanding of limits and I know you'll forgive me if I forget you have them sometimes – you're really open. I love that you try to understand why I'm not.
  • Aquarius: I love that you're adaptive and modern. I love that you're willing to learn from your mistakes and learn in general, and that you're so accepting and try your best to understand what I say and do. I'm glad I know you because you make me think hard about my stances on things, and I know my opinion will end up being heard by you, so I make sure it's okay.
  • Pisces: I love that you may be smart, but you don't let that get to your head because your head is already filled with innovative ideas to get smarter, even if you won't always admit that. You're different. You stand out from the crowd, but sometimes you stand above it. You inspire me. I love you for that. (happy birthday btw)