I CAN FINALLY SLEEP TONIGHT KNOWING THAT THIS IS DONE.
To explain, “The Brave Little Toaster” is one of my all time favorite animated movies and I really respect it for what it manages to accomplish. Everything about this movie influences me and my work immensely; down to the great characters, heart-felt writing, and tHE TOP NOTCH SOUNDTRACK.
I’ve been wanting to do a tribute for it since forever. So, here it is!
I didn’t know Will could draw, I remember thinking as my friend’s hand quickly moved across the page. And then I looked more closely at Will’s impromptu sketch, and I immediately regretted it. I tried to unsee it. I shifted my attention to other things around me, anything at all that wasn’t ink on the page: the blur of Will’s hand, the beads of sweat gathering at his temples, the gentle autumn breeze creeping through the crack of the window.
Don’t look at the page. Just don’t look at it.
But I knew I had to. So I looked. And it was worse than I expected. Much worse.
Ahhhh !!! I can’t mcfreakin’ believe it guys. I can’t believe so many of you are willing to put up with my meme loving ass. I’m still a relatively new blog too so let me just say thank you so much for following me and supporting this big ol’ idiot. I really appreciate you all from my close friends to new followers that just came across me. I could go on a sappy ramble but I’m just gonna keep it short and sweet and say thank you once more. I really love you guys ❤︎
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PAL-ADINS: My friendos and those very near and dear to my heart.
“I hope you enjoy reading Magi this week! I’m glad to have the privilege to draw Zepar djinn equip again.
The image roughly illustrates the results of this year’s Valentine’s day for each character. I thank everyone who sent letters and gifts to them! I read all of them. Even though it has been a long serialization that reached its final stages, I will forever be grateful that it has become a very loved work and that you followed it this far. Since it was the last Valentine, I made preparations to reply to them. However, since I’ve received more than I imagined, they might not be delivered by White Day. Please, forgive me. I bought extra art supplies and will send them once I finish them.
The contents are done by hand, so the quality may vary. I’m going to reply to everything I received until Feb 22nd. Only those who didn’t write the sender’s address, the sender’s address got smudged by water, or it was written ‘no reply is needed’ in the letter will be excluded.”
GIF Credit: ^^^ (holy fuck I could watch this gif forever)
Warnings: Daddy kink, rough sex, choking, name calling, dirty talking (a.k.a I am in heaven)
A/N: Got this from an anon: “Daddy!Kink for Bruce? He’s trying to work and reader is prancing around in lingerie, teasing him to no end.” I have always found Bruce just daddy af, so this is my jam.
Just because Bruce Wayne, your fiance of two years, was Batman didn’t mean he couldn’t pay attention to you. You were not needy most of the time, but it has almost been two weeks since you and Bruce have had sex and you were going crazy. Yeah, Black Mask was trying to bring in huge shipments of cocaine from Mexico and Bruce was trying to track it, but that didn’t mean he should stop having sex with you.
“Bruce?” You asked, walking down the cold steps to the Batcave, only wearing a baggy sweatshirt and tiny panties. Now these weren’t just regular old panties, these were the ones that, along with the matching red lacy bra, were Bruce’s favorite. There was just a grunt of response. Working, of course. You walked down the steps and up to the computer. Bruce was still in his suit, his black hair messy, he must have just gotten in. He seemed to be reading something but you weren’t interested. “Bruce,” you whined, resting your chin on his shoulder. “You missed dinner.”
“When don’t I miss dinner?” He had a fair point. You started to try and rub his neck but the metal was getting in your way.
“Bruce take off the suit so I can rub your neck.” He didn’t even respond, just narrowed his eyes, focusing on what he was reading. “Babe,” you whined, sitting down in his lap and grabbing his face, trying in vain to get him to look at you. He didn’t. “Bruce I’m pregnant.”
“No you’re not, you haven’t missed a single period since you started your new birth control method.” You sighed, your hands falling.
Hi just wanted to say you are amazing and I adore your work. I've been a fan since I believe 2002 and remember anxiously awaiting the release of City of Bones and squeeing forever when I finally got my hands on it and feeling so happy for you and I still feel the same way. You deserve every bit of success that you have worked so hard for. Your books saw me through some really rough times in my life. Sometimes they were all that kept me going, so thank you.
Thank you for sticking with me for so many years. <3
Sometimes my heart aches so much it feels like it’ll just stop working because I have so much love to give and so few people to give it to. I just want someone to give all my romantic affection that I’ve been bottling up since forever to because I just want someone to cherish and adore with all my heart and soul, and I want them to give the love and devotion they deserve.
The neon lights and upbeat sixties doo-wop songs were the furthest things Lin wanted in his presence that night. Still, the Salt and Pepper Diner was the only place with decent food open this late into the night.
There was the added benefit that it was always empty when he found himself in. No soul in their right mind purposefully wandered into this place at three in the morning on a school day.
Hey Guys! Sorry I know it’s been forever since I posted- I recently got promoted to a Board Artist on Bob’s Burgers and I wanted to do a piece for that but…honestly haven’t had time because we have a lot of big things in the works! In the mean time, here’s a drawing of Noodle because I’m super excited for the new Gorillaz album.
He arrived outside Taps for the third time and checked his watch. 6.45. He’d been round the block three times and it was still far too early. Should he go in and wait? Or should he wait outside? Or should he walk around a while longer to avoid looking too over eager?
“Jesus, Jamie. Getting a bloody grip on yerself man. She’s only a woman”
But what a woman. He hadn’t been able to get the image of her out of his head. He’d spent the whole day languishing around his apartment like a lovesick teenager, thinking about her. The soft curl of her hair on her shoulder. The way she looked at him when she’d run her finger down his cheek. He’d also fielded several angry calls and text messages from his friends wondering where he’d run off to.
“Ye’re no Cinderella, ye know’ grumbled Rupert “Ya didna need to be running off before the clock struck midnight.”
“Ah, but my work there was done, Rupe. I’d already been swept off my feet” He recounted his meeting with Claire and his plans to see her that evening.
“Ye were cramping our style there anyway.” laughed back Rupert.
“Aye, I can see how 4 married men in their thirties and forties would have been the toast of the club” Despite his big talk, Rupert had been happily married to his childhood sweetheart for 15 years and was as blissfully happy now as he had been the day he married Gina.
Rupert laughed again. “Aye, well. Gina asks are ya coming to dinner on Wednesday, she’ll likely grill you about the lassie but the kids have been asking for their Uncle Jamie.”
“I’ll be there, wouldn’t want to disappoint the bairns. Or Gina.” he added wryly.
He’d then spent an inordinate amount of time picking out clothes and trying to decide if the fact he had his knickers in a knot about going out for a drink with a woman he had spoken to for probably no more than 7 minutes meant he had severe emotional problems. Why was he so uptight? Whilst he’d not exactly been Glasgow’s version of Casanova, he had been on dates in the last few years. There had been the nice dentist that he met in the supermarket and gotten to talking to over a discussion on the merits of Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc versus Napier. They’d had dinner a few times. He’d even kissed her, but he felt no desire to pursue her and when she text him to let her know she’d been asked out by someone else, he’d wished her joy and simply never thought of her again. He vaguely realised now that probably hadn’t been her main motivation is revealing that tit bit to him. Then there was F&B journalist he’d met at a craft beer fair when he’d first started diversifying the farm. They’d gone out once she’d spent the entire night talking about her ex, who was a musician before puking in his car on the way home. He’d seen her at a few events since but she’s given him a wide berth. His car still smelt a bit on hot days.
But this, he knew, was different. He wanted to see her, to be in her company, to breath the same air as her. The thought of hearing her laugh, of maybe being the one who made her laugh…
After his fourth lap of the block he arrived back outside the bar. 6.55. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open. It was quiet, being Sunday night and the bar contained about a dozen people. A small group of men in the corner drinking stout and discussing the different brews, a couple at the bar, and Claire.
She sat at a table near the window, staring out at the street. There was a book of poetry spine up in front of her and she had glass and bottle in front of her. Her hair was pulled back slightly, but was starting to escape near the front. She wore black jeans and a black shirt.Her pale skin seemed to glow. She was lovelier than he had remembered.
“I promise to try not to spill that one down you” he said with a smile. She looked up at him and he motioned to the drink in front of her. “I’m not saying I won’t, but I promise I’ll try”
She smiled back and stood. There was an awkward moment when neither of them seemed to really know what to do. He wanted to touch her, but a hug seemed too familiar, a handshake too formal. Claire solved the dilemma by putting her hand on his arm.
“It’s lovely to see you, Jamie” she said sincerely and he felt the heat rise in his face slightly.
“Oh great” he thought, “now I’m blushing” Claire sat, not seeming to notice the colour which had flooded his cheeks. She gestured for him to do the same. “I’ll just get a drink, can I get you another? A whiskey this time?”
“Oh, no, a little early in proceedings for whiskey yet. I’ll have another of these.” She tipped the bottle towards him. Lady Broch Taurach pale ale. He grinned at her. “You like that do you?”
“oh yes, my friend Joe at work introduced me to craft beers and he’s a big fan of a little brewery near Inverness, Lallybroch, I think they’re called. I’ve developed a taste for this one”
He nodded and headed to the bar. Lallybroch microbrewery was the most recent expansion he had made to his family business. Lallybroch had been in his family since forever and was a the main factor in his decision to leave oil and gas and come home to Scotland. He was strangely chuffed that she was drinking his beer, brewed on his farm and although he knew it to be simple coincidence, he could not help but feel the same jolt of serendipitous good fortune that he’d felt when he had, quite literally, bumped into her the night before.
He returned with the drinks and sat down next to her so they could both look out of the window. Its started to rain. Because of course it had. It was Scotland. They chatted aimlessly and easily and Jamie’s nerves dissipated slightly. He was still incredibly aware of her, but she was so unassuming, so funny. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun. She told him about her job at the hospital. She’s a surgeon. He told her about Lallybroch. She picked up the bottle in front of her. “I’m impressed. And who or what, exactly is a Lady Broch Taurach?”
“Well,” he settled in to tell a much loved story. “Lallybroch has been in my family since the eighteenth century. Back then we owned the whole estate, and our family were Lairds. The estate was called Broch Taurach, the Laird and his Lady were named for the estate. We just have the farm now, but it’s plenty. The farm itself is a proper working hill sheep farm and we have some highland cattle as well. We have a tourist bit, with a gift shop and a restaurant and the such. And then about 18 months ago I opened the brewery. We sell to quite a few places. ‘The Laird’s bedroom’, which is a stout and the pale ale” he gestured to Claire’s drink “are probably our top sellers. I live in Glasgow most of the time, running the business side of things and my sister and her husband run the farm day to day”
“A brewer, my dream man” she said with a giggle taking a swig. By this point they’d both had more than was probably sensible or wise on a Sunday night and were both finding life and each other hilarious.
“So how did you end up in Scotland? A wee Sassenach lassie like yer self?” he deliberately thickened his highland accent in the second half of the question and once again felt a warmth in the pit of his stomach at the sheer pleasure of making her laugh.
“Oh, well” her face darkened a bit “Well, it was my husband. Frank.”
“Your, your husband?” he swallowed audibly.
“Oh we’re divorced now. That tends to happen when your wife finds you in bed with your Phd student” She said this flippantly enough, but her jaw was set and her eyes had dulled.
“I’m sorry t’hear that, Claire”
“It’s fine, really, it’s just, well” She gestured vaguely into the air in a manner that conveyed that whilst things might be fine now, at some point in the not very distant past they had been a long way from fine. “It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t just lost the baby” Tears welled in her eyes and he could see her trying to master herself. He reached forward and took her hand.
“You don’t have to tell me. You don’t owe me anything, but if you want to talk. Well, I’ll do what I can to listen” She gave him a watery half smile at that.
“Thank you, but really. It’s in the past. It was very hard at the time. I had to do a lot to move past it, but I did and I try not to look back.”
She squeezed his hand.
“I think I might let you buy me that whiskey now”
Several very good whiskeys later he had in turn told her all about Geneva, his terrible relationship history and the real reason for his being in the nightclub on the previous night.
Claire was doubled over with laughter as he reenacted the various conversations he had with people in the run up to the night itself.
“Why everyone seemed so sure I was gonna meet the love of my life in a dodgy Glasgow disco with sticky carpets and one pound shots I’ll never know? They must have really thought I was a hopeless case”
“I’m fairly certain that was why we ended up there as well. Glenna, one of the nurses I work with, has been trying to set me up for the past year. I know that Altered Images is definitely not poor Mary’s scene and from the way Geillie and Glenna were literally trying to throw me in the path of every man that came by, I suspect this was another attempt at finding me ‘a braw laddie’” She did a truly awful Scottish accent and they both laughed again.
“Ya know what, Claire?” he asked as he regained his composure, “I don’t think I’ve ever laughed as much as I have tonight, with you” Her colour heightened slightly at the compliment and she looked him in the eye.
Her eyes are the same colour as the whiskey he noted abstractly. Warm and golden, and so deep and rich you could lose yourself in them.
The moment was broken by the bar man coming over and asking them to drink up. Glancing around Jamie realised they were alone in the bar. He glanced at his watch.
“I er, well” He stuttered trying to find his thoughts. He did not want the night to end, but given that it was a Sunday night could think of no way to extend it.
“Would you like to come back to my place?” Claire asked outright with no hint of nervousness. “I have whiskey” she added teasingly, seeing him hesitate.
“Aye, why not?” He suddenly felt very alive and not a small bit reckless. He had no expectations of her, but the idea of irresponsibly drinking Scapa Glansa on a Sunday night with the woman of his dreams seemed like too good a chance to pass up.
“I only live around the corner, we can walk” Gathering up her book, which lay discarded on the table, and bag she held out a hand to him. He took it and together they walked out into the rainy night
Hey guys! It’s been like??? ages since I’ve done a follow forever (and it was really sad too lol oops) ANyways, I really appreciate everyone I follow and everyone who follows me and obvi not everyone is one this list because that would be like?? 1000 more people???. I’ve met some really amazing people along the way here and sOMEHOw this blog I started 5 years ago turned from a nerdy Marvel/BBC fangirl blog (still feel that lol) into a kpop blog officially like eight months ago and it wasn’t until joining the kpop fandom that I really made friends here on tumblr. This is just a giant shout-out/thank you/I love you to my favorite blogs and mutuals :)
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Edit** So I went in to fix some of the tags and then somehow ruined the format?? and now mutuals are unbolded. I’m really sorry about that but it took me 40 minutes to fix the formatting so I really don’t want to go back through and bold everyone :’( (the tags still aren’t working, at least not for me so I’m really sorry everyone)
him being so cautious of even slightly bumping into you, let alone knocking you off your broomstick during a game
him getting mad at his own team players for being rough with you even though you assure him it’s fine and you can handle yourself
“it’s just part of the game, babe. don’t get angry.”
“i know, but-”
“draco, it’s fine. look, i’m ok.”
“alright, but just… be careful.”
“i always am.”
everyone knowing how tough you are but draco still insists you need to look after yourself more when you play
“i know you’re the best player, y/n, everyone does… but you’re still mine, and i still need to protect you.”
you kissing him on the cheek to calm him down after someone makes either him or you lose
him surprising you by buying you the broomstick you’ve always wanted
“well you’ve been going on about this model for ages, so i thought i’d get it for you.”
“draco, you really didn’t have to. this is perfect, babe. thank you so much.”
“anything for you… you deserve it.”
him marvelling at how skilled of a player you are
when you play against slytherin, he still cheers you on even though you’re in a different house
him picking you up after you fall off of your broom
… and giving daggers to whoever made you fall, whether they’re on his team or not
him getting distracted during really important practices/games because he can’t stop looking at you
when he’s watching you on in the crowd he gets everyone to chant your name
being so proud of you whether you win or lose
“you did so great, babe. honestly, you amaze me every time you get on the pitch.”
sneaking off to the quidditch pitch in the middle of the night to have a one-on-one game
… but ending up just chasing each other around on your brooms
him losing the game for slytherin after he goes to help you back onto your broomstick instead of catching the snitch
“dray, what are you doing? you could of won!”
“you were falling, winning’s the least i care about right now. are you alright?”
“as much as i find your consideration super sweet, you really shouldn’t of done that. i’m ok, draco, really.”
“good… i love you.”
“i love you too.”
you sometimes getting mad at him for thinking you can’t take care of yourself in a match
secretly loving how protective he gets of you during a match
meeting before each game you play against each other so that he can tell you how wonderful of a player you are and you can tell him the same
him always coming to watch you practice
… mainly because he wants to make sure everyone knows your his and that no one flirts with you during practice
you becoming really good friends with ron and oliver during gryffindor practice and draco being jealous
“you’re suppose to be practicing quidditch, not pick up lines, weasley.”
“draco, babe, stop. we’re just talking.”
“remember to keep your distance, wood. not only are you on the same team but that’s my girl you’re-”
“dray! stop it.”
you never really being able to talk to a male team mate without him making himself known
“there’s my girl. just thought i’d come by to wish you luck.”
“babe, i just saw you. 15 minuets ago.”
“… even more luck then.”
him letting you catch the snitch even though he knew that meant his team losing
him being secretly terrified of you during a game where you’d play each others teams
you secretly being jealous of the attention he’d get from slytherin girls
“everything alright, babe?”
“fine, draco… fine.”
“nothing… i see you’ve got a few fans over there.”
“and you’re jealous, are you?”
… then you making him kiss you in front of them
“i’m your number 1 fan, draco, just remember that.”
going to the three broomsticks together after each practice
… and him insisting on paying every time
him and ron holding you on their shoulders after you catch the winning snitch
all of the girls being jealous of how supportive he is of you
snape having to keep an eye on him during big games so that he doesn’t use magic against someone who might hurt you
him thinking you’re really badass when he watches you practice
him thinking it’s cute when you get pissed at someone from the opposite team
“y/n, you know you’re the best player in gryffindor, don’t waste your time thinking about one small match… besides, you’re adorable when you’re angry.”
both being so incredibly proud of each other when you get the positions you wanted after try-outs
more people turning out to the matches you and draco were playing against each other because they wanted to be there if something happened
when you ref for slytherin you let him off or pretend you don’t notice when he should obviously get a penalty, and him doing the same for you
when he refs for gryffindor he sends anyone off who even slightly hurts you
being in the daily prophet together after having an article written about the two of you being the ‘quidditch power couple’
… and in the photo you’re both stood by each other, wearing your quidditch uniforms, holding your brooms, draco’s arm is wrapped around you, and he’s giving you a kiss on the cheek
you and him both keeping a cut out of the article without the other one knowing
him being really mad at blaise for cheering on a slytherin that pushes you out of the way of the snitch
if he loses a game you always know how to cheer him up ;)
… and if you lose, he really knows how to cheer you up
when he can’t be at one of your matches he worries so much about whether you’re ok
you kissing him good luck before every one of his matches
his team mates making fun of him being so gentle with you during practice
both of you being known as the best players in your house
blaise and the rest of his team mates being mad at you for sometimes making him late to practice because you wanted to spend time with him
draco telling them to stop being so grumpy
you feeling really disheartened for him when slytherin loses because you know he tried his best
always walking to practice together
him being mad at the ref if you get sent off
draco always talking about how good of a player you are to blaise after every match or practice
“…i mean, i know i’m bias, being her boyfriend and all, but isn’t she just the greatest player hogwarts has ever had? … and the cutest…”
him getting really angry and argumentative with any teacher that gives him detention when he’s suppose to watch you practice
you doing the same
him thinking you look really cute in your quidditch uniform
… and you sometimes wearing his because you know how much he likes it
borrowing each others brooms sometimes
everyone being extra scared to mess with you during practice or a game because they know not only are they messing with you but there also messing with draco
oliver wood offering to give you extra training only because he wants to maintain your skill but draco getting jealous and protective
when you do train with oliver, draco always gets really paranoid that he’s only doing it because he thinks he likes you
… and draco coming to ‘pick you up’ after practice with oliver because he wants to make sure he doesn’t flirt with you or that oliver’s not trying anything
“draco, even if he did like me, which he doesn’t, you know nothing would ever happen between us. i’m only interested in quidditch. and you.”
going on dates to watch ravenclaw play hufflepuff
him thinking it’s really cute when you cheer on your ravenclaw/hufflepuff friends, or get mad and shout at the ref
critiquing matches together
teasing him by saying the ravenclaw captain is better than him
“you know i’m only teasing, dray… but seriously, you might want to think about upping your game.”
“and you might want to think about wiping that smirk off of your face.”
him being able the get the best seats for you to national and international matches because of his father
knowing each others favourite players
… but he always says you’re his favourite player
“yeah, krum’s good, but he’s nowhere near as good as you, y/n.”
“if that were only true…”
“it is to me.”
you kissing him in front of everyone after he wins for slytherin
“thank you, sweetheart.”
the crowd of people around him all ‘woo’-ing and wolf-whistling you both after you kiss him
you always asking him if you could see the snitch he caught
him giving you the snitch as a gift because he knew how much you liked it
jokingly asking him to sign your broom after he wins the match
… and he actually does it
… but you secretly quite like it and look at it all the time
quidditch basically just having a big role in your relationship & lives
… and him knowing it’s your dream to become a professional quidditch player and play for england
“i just know it’s going to happen, y/n. you’re the best player i’ve ever seen.”
lol this is super long and wasn’t requested but i was bored and thought this was a really cute idea. i want to do more of these types of imagines so expect some of these in the future. also, i know it’s been a while since i’ve posted. it’s because i’ve been working on part 3 of distant and it’s taking forever to get right, but will hopefully be out later this month. thank you guys for reading my stuff, i really appreciate it :)
So its been um…like 6 months since I’ve painted Connor. Life keeps GETTING IN THE WAY, and WORK in the hospital is still KICKING MY BUTT, and OVERWATCH IS FUN HAHA BOOP BOOP MOTHERFUCKERS and convention prep is KILLER, but God sitting down to paint this man bear child is like coming back home. Y’all have no idea how sad I’ve been cuz I haven’t painted him in forever. :< High five to @teal0gic and @thefluxvoice for feeding me Connorline headcanons until I could calm down enough for an hour for a therapeutic doodle~
Hiiii can you write one where you and H have been dating for years, you find one of your friends got engaged really soon and H says something like "when you know, you know" and you start to think he doesn't want to get married to you since it's been so long and get distant?
“Y/N, I have to tell you something!” your best friend who you’d known since what felt like forever exclaimed to you as soon as you picked up the phone.
It was about midway through the day and you had just finished cleaning out your closet when your phone started ringing, as you were trying to be productive on your day off of work. Harry was at a meeting but was meant to be back within the next hour or so.
“What is it?!” you responded, feeling excited already just because of the tone of excitement in your friend’s voice.
“He finally proposed! Y/N I’m getting married!!!” she almost shrieked, forcing you to pull your phone slightly away from your ear in order to save your ear drum. And you couldn’t help that your first instinct upon hearing the news was for your face to fall and heart to race, and not out of joy. But you immediately picked yourself back up and responded to your friend with the same tone of excitement, sharing your congratulations to her and her husband-to-be. And you were so happy for her, for them, because this was your best friend from childhood and she meant so much to you and you knew her now-fiancee was perfect for her.
But once you two had finally ended the conversation and you put your phone back down on the table, your expression immediately fell again as it had upon first hearing the news. Pulling out the chair at the kitchen table, you sat down and your mind immediately went to work.
You and Harry had been together for almost four years now, and nobody was getting any younger. You were easily at marrying age, and you’d known for awhile that you would be more than happy to spend the rest of your life with him. But he just never made a move, never even hinted at the idea of spending his life with you. You had secretly been hoping for the past few months, almost year now, that he would propose or at least bring up the idea of marriage. But still, nothing. And you didn’t want to bring it up because you were worried you’d freak him out and scare him off or something, not that he would just pick up and leave because you two were so close now and had such a special relationship…a relationship that seemed like it had naturally progressed to a place where marriage would be the next step.
You were so lost in this train of thought that you didn’t even notice Harry coming in the front door, and you were startled when he walked through the doorway into the kitchen, a smile on his face.
“Sorry babe, didn’t mean to scare you,” Harry smirked as he walked over to kiss your forehead before taking off his jacket and grabbing a glass of water.
“Mmm, it’s okay, just thinking,” you smiled halfheartedly as he sat down at the table across from you.
“Oh, Y/N, the funniest thing happened today. So we went by the studio and there was this girl waiting outside and -”
“Y/F/N just got engaged.” You interrupted Harry, not trying to be rude but growing more and more anxious each second and not in the mood for one of his stories that you always pretended to laugh at even though it wasn’t that funny. You were getting fed up and it was obvious to Harry, who’d never experienced you purposely interrupting him before.
You watched as his brows furrowed, his mouth still open from when he’d been interrupted in the middle of his sentence. He paused before responding to your statement.
“That’s great! Wow that should be a fun wedding,” he smiled, but the way he looked at you told you he wasn’t about to ignore your interruption, something you never did.
“Mmm, isn’t it though?” you remarked, and Harry couldn’t tell if you were being sarcastic or not.
“Erm, yeah, I guess when you know, you know,” Harry answered.
That was enough for you. Mumbling in agreement, though clearly not meaning it, you cleared your throat and stood up.
“Yeah I, uh, gotta go check on the laundry,” you murmured before walking out of the kitchen and into the hall, leaving a confused Harry sitting at the table.
A frown formed on his face, as he’d been in a great mood and excited to talk to you. He assumed you were just in a mood or something, but he was not one to let conversations like these just slide.
Getting up and walking to find you sitting on the end of the bed in your shared bedroom, clearly not checking on the laundry, Harry sat down next to you.
“Please tell me what’s wrong, love.” Harry put his hand on your knee and tried to make eye contact with you, but you just couldn’t right now. And you suddenly felt exhausted, not wanting to do this with him right now.
“Harry, I just, can we just not right now. I think I’m just gonna take a nap or something,” you told him calmly, still not looking into his eyes.
Even more confused and concerned now, Harry figured it was best to give you some space. Sighing quietly, he took his hand from your knee and stood up before leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head.
“I’ll be in the living room,” he told you sweetly as he left you alone.
Sitting down on the couch to watch tv, Harry pulled out his phone and saw your friend’s post on Facebook about getting engaged. His eyebrows raised when he saw in her caption that she and her now-fiancee had been together 2 years. 2 years.
Looking up from the screen, the numbers started running through Harry’s head as he realized that it had been almost 4 years since the two of you had started dating. And that’s when it hit him, that that’s what you were upset about, even though it would have seemed pretty obvious to most people. Harry just thought it was an unspoken fact that he wanted to spend his whole life with you, but he realized that now was the time to make plans and to finally ask you the question you had been hoping to be asked for so long now.
Lin had never felt as helpless as he did in the time you were away. While he had some control of his life (and, believe it or not, was able to make his own cup of coffee), he felt a looming cloud that told him things were not the same.
And then you were back. Wheelchair and leg cast and pain medication included.
It was certainly odd, to start off. Every turn around a corner was met with a sharp call of ‘Corner!’ as you came barreling through, nearly running over anyone in your paths toes.
Things didn’t go back to normal for awhile. Soon the wheelchair was done and then the crutches were. You had to miss some performances for appointments with a physical therapist and before Lin knew it, you were running around backstage again.
It was like watching a ghost for the first week - you desperately showing how ready you were to be back in action. As the weeks continued to pass and he re-familiarized himself with your presence in his life, he noticed something else.
A shift in the atmosphere of the rooms he was in. Suddenly, meetings were set up. He was able to skip past the audition room and onto the show itself. He no longer had to beg to get into the room.
It was all too overwhelming.
Performing nightly along with every other minute in his day jammed with somebody wanting something, he was exhausted.
As he fell into bed late enough for him to see the sun beginning to rise, he knew one thing. He had to leave In the Heights.
It took a week to tell the producers, who quickly went to work on finding an alternative as Javier would be stepping into his role. It took another day to tell his family, who started cashing out the tickets he was allowed to put on hold for them.
He told the people who could keep it to themselves - Chris, Karen (who had left a week prior), and a handful of others. The only person left to tell before they leaked it to the news was you.
He knew he couldn’t just dump it on you like he did everyone else. He had to ease into it - wine and dine you a bit.
Which is why he approached you at your least busy hour, which was honestly just as busy as every other hour in your day, and asked you to dinner.
Dinner seemed simple enough to him. You could share a bottle of wine, playfully fork at each other’s entrees, split dessert, and then he could drop that bomb on you.
And everything was going to plan - he had imagined a red wine in his head, but you insisted on a white - until dessert was placed between you. He watched you pick up your fork but not move for the first bite. It shook in your hand as you fought to look anywhere but at him.
“Y/N?” He asked, dessert forgotten. “What’s-”
“I think it’s time for me to move on.” Your voice was low and rushed and was silenced by Lin losing his grip on his fork.
“It’s a private foundation, mostly focused on education. The Rockefeller Foundation?” Lin spaced as you continued - your role on the board, the day you had missed at the theater, telling everyone it was a doctor’s appointment. “Two weeks.”
His eyes snapped up at that declaration - a final day that perfectly aligned with the one he chose. He wondered for a moment if someone was working behind his back here. Maybe Tommy had thought it would be funny. Lin wasn’t laughing.
“I’ve been with you since Wesleyan, Lin. You didn’t expect me to be at your beck and call forever, did you?” Your smile was playful, but he could hear the real question.
‘Why have I been with you this long and never received a promotion?’
“No.” He breathed, unable to tell you the one thing that had been holding you from climbing any higher had been his dependence on you. “I just-”
He stopped for a moment to collect his thoughts, hand searching for the fork he had previously dropped.
“I was going to tell you tonight that Javi is going to step in as the primary Usnavi in two weeks.” Suddenly, you were both in the mood for dessert, eagerly forking at the cake to fill the now tense air.
“That’s…nice.” He could tell your smile was forced, and he halfway returned it.
“Andy has the rights to Bring It On as a musical and wants my help. Guaranteed work, never had that before.” He chuckled lightly as dessert dwindled down and soon the occasional scrape of a fork against the plate no longer filled the silence.
“So I’m leaving.” Lin nodded, “And you’re leaving.” Lin nodded again. “Two weeks and we’re-” You paused, and he watched the inevitability of a separation dawn on you.
The waiter arrived with the bill, Lin quickly handing off his card without another word. It was another five minutes before you were out of your seat, Lin’s hand on the dip of your back as he maneuvered the two of you from the restaurant.
The two of you were left on the cold street. For the first time in your entire relationship, it was tense. The easy flow where you moved in sync was gone and you felt like two strangers again.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Lin started, knowing you were technically required to see him the next day.
With that, Lin had no choice but to leave, unable to handle the way you looked at him like it was the first time you had truly seen him.
Tomorrow came and went. And then it was the next tomorrow, and the next, until eventually there were no more tomorrows and Lin was taking his final bow as you frantically searched the theater for all of your worldly possessions.
Suddenly the most dialed number on your phone was your new boss instead of your old and the most you communicated with Lin was any Facebook status he happened to post. You knew he was just a few blocks from you, holed up in his apartment or strolling through his neighborhood park to generate lyrics.
He knew you were a train ride away and, shit, a phone call away.
It was a few months until he saw you again, hair shorter and darker than he remembered and in a sharp blazer he didn’t remember you owning. He happened to peek into one of his favorite coffee shops to check the busyness of the rush hour when he noticed you in the window.
You were laughing and casual and it had been too long since he had seen you like that. He debated going in for five minutes, basking in the glow you emitted even through the window.
He stormed down the street before he did something he would regret.
It was another month before he saw you in a bookstore, and a week where he thought he saw you in the park and a day before he convinced himself you were at his doctor’s office.
He shook you from his head, trying to focus on the cheerleaders he needed to sing emotional ballads while memorizing lines to play opposite Hugh Laurie.
Would love a Modern AU with Jamie and Claire having to send flirty texts to each since family members/kids/friends are around and they have to be on good behavior. :)
Modern Glasgow AU
“Thanks, Claire – I’ll be only a minute!”
Geillis Duncan set down her coat on the chair next to Claire’s and darted up the theater’s center aisle, red galoshes squeaking on the linoleum.
Dr. Claire Fraser sighed and pulled out her phone. Geillis had been trying to drag her out for a girl’s night for what seemed like forever – or at least since she had joined the surgery team late last year. They were the only two female surgeons at the hospital – Claire was a young yet well-regarded thoracic surgeon, while Geillis specialized in orthopedics. The magic that woman could perform on broken bones was nothing short of miraculous.
Her taste in movies, however –
“Did ye read the novels?” The middle-aged woman at her right had turned to face her, smiling kindly.
“I haven’t – I work, and I have four children at home to keep me busy,” Claire confessed, absently twisting her fingers in her lap. “My friend and I went to dinner and this was all her idea.”
“Well then – ye’ll be in for a surprise to be sure! Half the things he does to her have to be seen to be believed!”
Suppressing the urge to make any number of unkind remarks – that it was all just a fantasy, that based on what she understood about the storyline this Grey would be a posterchild for emotional manipulation and abuse, that there was no way for *anyone* to have the lifestyle that seemed to be so easy on film – she merely smiled and unlocked her screen.
Five messages – four from Fergus, and one from Jamie.
Nothing major – just a group shot of Faith and Brianna and William and Jamie enjoying their dinner on the couch, and three selfies of Fergus pulling funny faces. Jamie had shared an adorable photo of two-year-old William with what appeared to be half of his dinner smashed all over his face.
Her heart soared with love for her crazy wee family – who were all missing her tonight, but certainly didn’t begrudge her a night to herself.
Even if she had to endure what undoubtedly would be the most excruciating movie experience of her life.
Just as the lights began to dim, Geillis returned to her seat. “Did ye see – they’ve got wine and beer here! Never seen that before. Now – do you want me to give you a recap of the first movie, or – ”
“I think I’ll be able to figure it out,” Claire sighed, thumbing one quick text to her husband as the previews began.
*Wish I was with you.*
Then she glanced at her watch, settled into her seat, and sighed. Geillis and her neighbor sat literally at the edge of their seats, riveted. Waiting.
Thirty excruciating minutes later, she glanced over to Geillis – who was absolutely enraptured with the fantasy unfolding on the screen – and discreetly slipped her phone from her pocket.
Two messages from Jamie – one a picture of all four children snuggled on the couch watching classic Bugs Bunny cartoons, the other just five simple words.
*how is it? miss u*
Claire dimmed the brightness of the phone screen and quickly typed a reply.
*It’s so far removed from reality. He has more money than God and still she plays hard to get.*
Immediately the screen flashed that he was typing a response.
*and here i thought money wasnt everything :p*
*It’s not, but they jumped right into bed again anyway*
Feeling absurdly self-conscious, Claire pocketed the phone and returned her eyes to the screen. But after feeling five vibrations over the following ten minutes, curiosity got the better of her.
*im glad we always talk things out, mnd*
*well not like we dont ever go to bed to help us find a way to talk, but the talking is so impt*
*i could talk to you all day and all night and id still find something new about u to love*
*whats happening now? u know rupert and scarlett really like the books, hes told me waaay too much about the story*
*picking up any new ideas?*
Seven years married, and her heart still skipped when she read his beautiful words.
*They’re at a masked ball. He’s still trying to control her – tells her what to wear, what to do with her money*
*a masked ball? fancy. would u ever want to go to one?*
*Only if we could do what they did and sneak away for some private time…*
*ye ken that from the moment we arrive, id be plotting how to do that*
How he made her smile.
Then nothing from him for a while. She glanced at her watch – Murtagh’s present for her medical school graduation – ah. It was bedtime for the four wee Frasers.
One more message, and then she’d put the phone away.
*I do like how she’s not shy to tell him what she wants – even if her voice gets a bit quieter when she tells him. And even though he’s damaged, he always takes care of her*
The final 45 minutes of the movie weren’t much different than what had already transpired – but Claire wasn’t really paying attention. For she knew that while most of the women in the theater – and it *was* a majority of women – would be going home to empty beds, or to men who perhaps would not meet their needs in all the ways they desired, she could not wait to get back to Jamie. Not just because she knew they would probably make love before falling asleep – and that it would be full of so much soul-deep love and tenderness and passion that it would bring tears to their eyes.
No – it was because she knew that above all else, she and Jamie had intimacy. True intimacy – emotional as well as physical. The ability to laugh, and to share hopes and dreams and fears, and to face the joys and challenges of each day as an unshakable team.
This kind of intimacy was rare, and sacred – and certainly not what was portrayed in the movie.
When it finally ended – and she chatted with Geillis as they both slipped on their coats and made their way out of the theater – all she could think of was Jamie – her husband, her heart, her soul. His eyes, and his hands, and his heart.
She waved goodbye to Geillis, and pulled out her phone to get an Uber.
One new text from Jamie –
She did – and there he was, standing in front of their battered car, parked across the road. Smiling.
She ran to him, and he caught her, and his kiss was everything.