I wanted to write this as a sort of time capsule, so that you would know how your mother was at sixteen and what I expect of you as my daughter.
I love music and singing, and I expect I’ll put you for music classes early on, unless you don’t like singing and composing which is completely okay.
You can quit and join karate or anything you want.
I won’t force you, instead I’ll let you find your own path in life, like my mom let me.
You wanna ride horses? Cool. I liked that too.
You wanna go for kickboxing and learn how to defend yourself? Cool.
You wanna do ballet and enthrall the audience with your magnificent coordination? Amazing.
Anything you want to do babe, I am hundred percent right behind you.
I am big on reading as well, and this may sound odd, but unlike dancing or singing, I would very much adore it if you loved reading as much as me.
I will introduce it gently of course, by telling you adventure stories I wrote for you, about bears and fairies, and any thing you like.
Then I would introduce all sorts of new books, the same ones my mom introduced to me,Malory Towers, St. Claires, Tin-Tin’s, Secret Seven and so on.
If you don’t like reading, I understand.
I hope you do, though.
I am really sorry but you may or may not have my acne.
I am so sorry, I know how much you suffer trying to talk to that cute boy who’s the next Zac Efron, or how hard you try to cover it up.
Or how much you cry over something that someone said about your skin.
I wish I could change things in that department but I can’t. You have combination skin just like me, and it only gets better everyday, and soon enough a beautiful sense of maturity and compassion will bloom, like those Violets you adore.
You might deal with a lot of appearance issues, and trust me, even all the way back in 2017, we still have them.
Let me tell you this, your weight is just the relationship you have with gravity.
It doesn’t define your intellect, beauty, the amount of love you can give to the universe around you.
W=m x g
That’s all weight is.
So eat that pizza, gobble that pancake and never starve yourself.
I am not saying don’t be healthy and exercise, oh no, but its okay to be kind to yourself once in a while.
I am not going to say I am not going to behind your grades, or behind you to keep them up, but I will give you a chance to improve if you mess up, which you will and thats okay.
To me, do what you love.
Do something that keeps you happy, something that keeps you interested.
Do something that makes you excited to walk into work.
I hope I am doing the same honestly.
To me, education is not just about books and grades, and the colleges you get into.
I’ve probably taken you to so many places in the world, and all that you’ve learned, all the food you’ve eaten, all the cultures you’ve experienced, that is what you have truly experienced. Of course, it won’t pay your bills and it sure as hell won’t help you get to college, but it will make you better citizens of this earth, better human beings, more accepting, less judgmental.
Oh my, honey, you are going to fall so hard.
For a broken boy with broken promises.
With the talented singer.
With the most popular boy in school.
With someone half way across the world.
In the end, after everyone, you will realize you don’t need to settle for someone who makes you feel terrible about yourself, you just need someone who treats you like the princess you are.
Trust me, its not the prettiest or the most popular that gets to be the keeper of your precious heart.
Of course, if you decide you don’t want to be in a relationship, that’s great.
You’re a strong independent woman who doesn’t need anyone to tell her how downright amazing she is.
(feminist alert! haha)
They are going to break you, shatter you, make you feel like you can never love again.
You will love again though.
Again and again.
(You can change the genders above to suit you)
I expect by the time you are old enough to realize who you love, who you’re attracted to, it won’t matter.
I hope for Goodness sakes, we live in progressive times.
If we don’t, I will love you no matter what, if you’re bi, demi, gender fluid or anyone.
I will love you the same.
Coming out will be the easiest thing you will ever have to do, I promise.
Well, I am an agnostic, but if you decide that you want to follow a religion I will allow it.
Preferably Hinduism because that would make my mom and dad, (your grandma and grandpa happy) but if its Buddhism, Christianity or any religion, be my guest.
Explore, decide and tell me.
I will respect you if you decide to believe in a higher power, because I think that takes a certain amount of strength.
I might get mad at you, scream, cry and you have to realize I am not perfect.
Far from it.
I just want you to be a nice, respectful and loving human being.
Your grades and talents are secondary to me.
Sure I might not buy everything you want me to, but I promise I will provide you with everything you need.
I need to leave now, but it’s been great getting to know you,
this is sixteen year old me signing out.
↳ “I was back to the place where’d it all begun. So much had happened, so
much had changed. Last I was here I was Claire Randall, then Claire
Beauchamp and Claire Fraser. The question was, who did I want to be?”
Surprise - you get a bonus Hiveswap developer interview today!
Hello there Hiveswap and Homestuck fans, Ash here! Now, I know what you’re thinking: “What madness is this? Ash said there’d only be *one* Hiveswap development team interview per week going forward! And he said they would be on WEDNESDAYS! This isn’t a Wednesday!”
Right you are, and that’s exactly why surprises are so much fun! Now, last week I mentioned that the next interviewee would be our superstar UI designer and all-around graphics guy Tauhid. Our interview with him will still be going live this week on Thursday, so definitely look forward to that, but today we’ve got another talented team member in the hot seat: Tom Hunt, our lead programmer and the prime coding whiz in charge of things on the technical side of things! Take it away, Tom!
Introduce yourself to the fans! What is your specific role on the Hiveswap team?
Hi, I’m Tom. I make stuff in Unity, which is a cross-platform 3D game engine and editor that can make all kinds of things - including the very 2D game you’re here to read about! My company neocade and I are working freelance on Hiveswap, with me as the lead programmer. Mostly, I direct and coordinate the team of programmers and quality assurance (QA) testers that are putting this game together. Sometimes I also write code.
When and how did you get your start on the Hiveswap project?
Sometime late last year, I was looking for a gig. At the time, What Pumpkin Games was looking for an additional Unity programmer. A mutual business contact introduced us via email, and we went from there.
Tell us a little bit about your career background! How did you get your start in programming? Do you have any advice for others looking to enter this field?
I’ve been programming computers since I was a little kid. I got my first actual programming job about a month after graduating high school, and did that for a bit during breaks while I was in college. It wasn’t very exciting, had nothing to do with video games, and didn’t pay a whole lot, but it sure beat taping up boxes of hot dogs in a factory all day.
The only advice I can really give to someone looking to enter the video games field is to just start making video games. Game development tools are more readily available now than they’ve ever been.
Also make lots of friends, especially with people who can draw or write or anything. If you live near a city, there is probably at least one game dev meetup somewhere - go to those and meet people. Get over whatever shyness you have, because almost every game that ever gets made is the result of a lot of teamwork.
We’re making a video game, so of course the question must be asked: what’s your favorite game of all time?
I played the heck out of Super Metroid back in the day. There’s something about that game. I would do speedruns of it - so now, every time I go back and play it, it all just feels so fluid. There’s a fairly robust set of inputs mapped out in a way that makes sense to my fingers. The entire game itself is fairly tightly bounded - a complete playthrough can take less than 90 minutes - so in a way, this beautifully detailed, explorable world is also actually kind of respectful of my time (more so than, say, a game like Skyrim, which is almost always a multi-hour/day/week commitment).
What games are you playing currently (if any)?
To be perfectly honest, I have not been playing NEARLY enough video games lately. That being said, aside from Hiveswap, I am currently into little mobile action puzzlers that I can play on the bus. Super Hexagon and Desert Golf are great. Just tried Polyforge this morning, too; that was pretty fun.
A lot of my friends are playing Breath of the Wild. I really want to just go get a Switch and play that, but I’m afraid of that eating up my time like Skyrim did.
Are there any games that you currently use or have used as inspiration for your own programming work here on Hiveswap, or just in general?
Not really - I tend to look at each technical problem on its own merits. The creative side of things is all handled by the What Pumpkin folks. I don’t really get involved with that too much. I just work to make sure their vision is implemented, however that needs to be done.
Imagine you’ve been given an unlimited budget and time frame to make your dream game. Tell us (briefly!) about that game in terms of genre, style, platforms, etc. Is it an original game or a long-desired sequel to an existing game? Go crazy!
Given an unlimited budget and time to work on a “dream game,” I’d have to go with some kind of deeply-simulated, massively multiplayer VR thing.
What’s your workstation like?
As a programmer, I like my workstations to be fast, reliable, and quiet. I always max out the RAM on a new machine if I can, because disk thrashing is just annoying as all hell. I’ve been really digging M.2 drives lately. Also, having extra monitors is always nice.
Do you like to listen to any particular kinds of music while you work? If so, tell us about it!
Mostly instrumental electronic music. Sometimes I’ll throw on some classical. Video game soundtracks are usually a pretty good bet. I can’t listen to anything with spoken words in it, though - too distracting.
Do you have a personal message you’d like to relay to all the Homestuck and Hiveswap fans out there?
Thank you all for being so patient with this project!
Thank you, Tom! Well folks, I hope you’ve enjoyed this week’s surprise bonus interview, and remember to check back on Thursday for yet another behind-the-scenes peek into Hiveswap’s development! As I teased last week, our very own Tauhid Bondia will be on hand to talk about his indispensable (my word, not his!) graphics and user interface design work on Hiveswap. See you then, everyone!
Cassian, lounging idly on a chair in front of the fire in the main lounge area of the House of Wind, yelps in sudden shock as he feels something cold press against his wings.
After the…incident at Hybern instinct has him tucking them tight against his body, crouching into a defensive position, whirling to find- Elain. Elain tutting and frowning at him as she nudges him back, with surprising strength, to sit on the couch, easily overbalancing while he’s caught off guard with the sheer shock of finding her there.
“Look at the mess you’ve made,” she huffs as she idly hooks a finger underneath the talon at the crest of his wing and tugs, opening it up as casually as though it’s a lady’s parasol.
“Elain-” he croaks, not entirely sure how or why this is happening, just knowing he needs to stop it before things get…decidedly uncomfortable for them both.
“Hush,” Elain cautions him, the soft word somehow so subtly threatening he finds himself obeying it without thought. “It needs to be done,” she says firmly, another dollop of the cold…something splattering against his open wing. “There’s no use being a baby about it.”
With that she sets to rubbing what he now recognises as the salve the healers have provided for his still raw and tender wings in with gentle, careful circular motions that have him melting into the couch. Oh Cauldron fuck me sideways, thinks with a groan. This is not the way he pictured leaving this world for whatever’s beyond. Mostly that image involves Nesta and a fair amount of lube. It does not involve him imploding as he tries to contain himself and not destroy Elain’s innocence. Whether he succeeds and the resulting stroke kills him, or he fails and Nesta slaughters him the outcome is depressingly similar.
“Elain, really,” he begins hoarsely, shifting before her and trying to politely squirm out of her reach. “You don’t have to do this, honestly, I’ll just get-”
“There’s no-one else here,” Elain tells him brightly, “They’re all…Away somewhere.” She says vaguely, voice trailing off as though she’s going to tell him where they all are, exactly, and why none of them are sparing him this horrible fate, then she shrugs and decides against it, returning to his wings instead. Cassian clenches a hand into a fist and tries to force himself to resist but Cauldron boil him, she’s entirely too good at this.
“But you’ve been so good to me, Cassian,” she goes on, her voice so earnest and sweet that he can’t bring himself to tell her what a terrible mistake she’s made. It’ll just have to be something they laugh about a century on at parties…Or a secret that he takes to his grave for fear of Nesta. More likely the latter. “I just want to help you relax! This salve is very important for your wings healing properly…”
She continues babbling on, listing the various ways it’s good for his health, missing the biggest reason that it’s very much not. Cauldron boil him, how can no-one have told her about Illyrian wings and how sensitive they are? No…No he understands. How could anyone destroy sweet, gentle Elain’s innocence that way? Impossible. Impossible for him, too, even as he feels his cock starting to respond to her attentions.
Cassian becomes aware, dimly, in the back of his mind still connected to this unfortunate reality, not imagining what the afterworld looks like, that Elain has stopped prattling. “Are you alright, Cassian?” She asks, concerned, peering at him over his shoulder.
“Fine!” he yelps, not particularly needing that part of his anatomy to give him away at the moment when he’s trying so hard not to ruin her. It’ll be fine. He can just…Just get through this, it won’t take long, the salve will be on his wings, her innocence will remain intact, and he’ll have to go and spend some quality time alone in the shower with the water so cold ice crystals are practically forming in it.
“Alright, just, tell me if it hurts, okay?” she tells him, still sounding worried, bless her.
Then she moves on to the other wing. Cassian beings praying to the Cauldron, the Mother, whatever else might be listening, to give him strength.
Elain, apparently considering it her duty to apply the salve to his wings and distract him from what she seems to think is a rather harrowing process (it is, just not for the reasons she assumes) and so she starts talking about Nesta. Thoughts of her don’t entirely help matters, not least because he starts picturing her hands on his wings, applying his daily salve…Images of her hands on other places intrude unhelpfully as well.
He clears his throat pointedly, “Why don’t we- Why don’t we talk about something else, Elain?” he rasps out.
“Oh dear,” she says, and he can picture that sweet little face falling, her hands pausing on his wings. He isn’t sure if that’s a mercy, giving him some recovery time, or curse, prolonging his torment. “Are the two of you fighting again?” she asks sadly.
“Mm, something like that,” he mutters noncommittally.
Fighting. Fucking. Same difference, really.
“Is that why she left with Mor this morning?” Elain asks conspiratorially, “So that she wouldn’t have to do this for you?” She taps gently on his wing to indicate her meaning and Cassian wonders how it’s possibly for someone to go through so much of life so utterly oblivious to this aspect of it.
“I doubt that,” he says sardonically, before he can stop himself. Fortunately, Elain misses the little flick of sarcasm on the end of his words and simply returns to her task.
Dutifully she switches the topic away from Nesta and starts chattering about her garden instead. Cassian is very fond of Elain, and very fond of the garden she’s impulsively started on top of the House of Wind but Cauldron boil him…Her talk about daisies and dandelions and how she’s amazed Mor hasn’t learned the difference between weeds and flowers, which is the reason she’s now banned from said garden, really isn’t distracting enough to take his mind off his current predicament.
Finally, he can’t take it anymore, she’s so close, but unfortunately so is he, and he can’t stop himself from biting out roughly, “Elain, stop, please.”
She does at once, nearly dropping the little tub of salve in her surprise at his sudden outburst. “But I’m nearly finished-” So am I- “You can’t hold on just a little-” she breaks off, apparently noticing him trembling and gasps, hurrying around to the front of the sofa, her mouth covered by her hands. “Cassian, I’m sorry!” she gushes, “I didn’t realise it was hurting so badly. Nesta does this for you every morning and, well, she sometimes isn’t the gentlest person in the world-” No, she’s not, and Cass loves every second of that…Not that he’ll tell Elain. Having her think she might have hurt him isn’t ideal but..It’s a hell of a lot better than the alternative. And so he lets her babble to her heart’s content until- “I just wanted to- Oh.”
Cassian makes himself take a little more notice of her then and realises that her eyes have managed to fix between his legs, wide and shocked. Despite his best efforts at hiding it, there’s really no question that she’s finally noticed the full effects of her good deed.
Her hands fall slowly away from her mouth and he really does wish she’d stop staring. Then she meets his eyes instead and he decides he’d much rather have them returned to where they were, thank you. “Mor,” she swallows and continues, sounding a little faint, “Mor told me Illyrian wings were sensitive but I…I thought. Oh, Cauldron.”
Clearing his throat and trying to maintain a little dignity, which seems to dictate that he remain seated for the time being, Cassian says, “It’s really not a problem, Elain, you didn’t know, you were just trying to help.”
“Even so, I, I-” she’s slowly flushing a deeper and deeper shade of red and Cassian thinks that if that continues he might have to summon a healer to come and check on her. “Is there anything….I can do to…help?” she asks delicately.
Cassian can’t help the bark of laughter that tears out of him. She’s just so earnest and sweet in wanting to assist him with his current predicament. He does force himself to bite his tongue and stop himself winking at her and making some comment loaded with innuendo, which he would to anyone else that managed to find themselves in this current situation. Not Elain though.
For her he just reaches out and gently pats her hand, eyes twinkling, “I’m sure I’ll be alright,” he tells her with a faint smirk, “Maybe just…Give me a few minutes?”
“Of course,” Elain yelps, abandoning the salve on the table in front of him as she makes, what’s clearly a very welcome retreat across the room.
He leans forward and picks up the glass of water he hadn’t dared touch while she’d been dutifully rubbing salve into his wings and takes a small sip, settling back to wait for himself to calm down, glad that the House is empty save him and Elain.
At the doorway however, she pauses. He’s about to turn around and ask her what the matter is but then Elain says, an oddly sly note in her voice, “So…This is why Nesta helps you with your salve every morning.”
Request: Could you do a Peter Parker X Reader where she’s blind and Bucky and Cap are over protective of her because she’s the granddaughter of one of their (dead) friends. So when she meets Peter she’s scared he wouldn’t like her and he proves her wrong until he gets scared that she’ll leave him when Tony and Bruce announce that if the reader wants she can see for the first time ever and it’s cute and fluffy?
Word Count: 1,090
A/N: Written by Claire! This was so new for me to write, hope you enjoy!! xx
So, I’m really excited because I’m going to meet Claire Keane in a couple weeks. I got into this contest for a M&G and I actually got a spot. OHMYGODIMSOEXCITED! This was my entry, hope you like it as well
Summary: Bucky finds out one of his old gal friends is in town and was invited to hang out. But reader has a bad history with her since she too loved Bucky so she wants to come along, but Bucky doesn’t think that it is a good idea. This leads to an argument that doesn’t end with tears of happiness.
“Bucky c’mon, I see no reason to why I can’t come along, she’s just your friend right?” You and Bucky mostly never agrue over stupid things like this, but ever since Claire (best friend that used to love him) called and asked Bucky to hang out today, you couldn’t help but feel panicky.
“She is just a friend Y/N, and it’s just because the last time she was with us you looked so uncomfortable and looked as if you were gonna tear her head off.” Bucky had said while getting dressed.
“Well how could I not Bucky! She kept on brushing her hand against your own, and making googly eyes at you!” Bucky knew that you were insecure about loosing him because you thought you weren’t good enough, or as beautiful …like Claire. After Bucky finished pulling down his shirt he came to you and had grabbed your hands while looking into your E/C eyes. “ Y/N I promise she is only a friend and we’ll only be out for a couple of hours.”
It’s Not What It Looks Like (Movie!Enoch x Reader)
Summary: When Enoch finds you outside in the middle of the night, cold and homesick, you unintentionally spend the rest of the night in his room. Now you have to suffer the consequences over breakfast.
Warning: Nothing, really? I mean it sounds slightly suggestive, I guess. Also slight fluff, woo (not exactly a warning, but I thought you’d like to know).
Author’s Note: First MPHFPC imagine !! And of course it just had to be Enoch. It’s a bit all over the place but I hope it makes sense. Feedback is appreciated!
Words fail to say how
much I appreciate everyone who invested in this fic, followed it until here,
left comments and asks, supported me and made me feel one lucky lady. I feel
only love for you all. <3
“Close your eyes.” Jamie insisted, whispering
in her ear. “Dinna be a wee cheater, Sassenach. You’ll spoil the surprise.”
“I’m not cheating!” Claire declared, irritated.
“I’m just worried I’ll fall on my face, that’s all.”
“Don’t ye worry.” She could hear the obvious smile
in his voice. “I’d still love ye - even with a crocked nose.”
“How magnanimous of you.” She puffed, walking
slowly with the guidance of his hand on her arm. “Are we there yet?”
“Yes.” Jamie surprised her by kissing her lips
and then removing the blockage of her hands from her eyes. “Tell me what ye
They were standing in an empty apartment, the
big windows harnessing enough of the afternoon light to make the wood boards on
the floor look like decadent fields of gold.
“It’s very…” Claire licked her lips, looking
for an appropriate word to say, noticing his expectant demeanour. “Empty.”
“Ach.” He clicked his tongue and opened his
arms, a big grin forming on his lips. “That is only a matter of buying the
right furniture for it. But do ye like it?”
“I – yes.” She looked around, noticing the wide
kitchen bench and the freshly painted walls. “It’s lovely, really. But why are
“Well,” Jamie hugged her by the waist and pressed
his forehead against hers, his voice sounding like the sheltering roar of the earth
underneath her feet. “I was hoping you could make it my home, if you married me.”
Edinburgh, 1 year in the future
“Lady Jane!” Joe thundered, as he saw her
striding next to a patient’s gurney, accompanying him to the recovery ward
after a long surgery. “I barely recognized you, girl! You look all tanned and sparkly.
How was Jamaica?”
“Hot.” Claire laughed, watching the corners of
his mouth twitch in a devilish grin. “I meant
the weather was very warm, you
naughty man.” Noticing that his smile didn’t fade away, but was only enhanced
by significant movements of his eyebrows that made him look like a crazy cartoon,
she smiled and conceded. “Well, that
“I had no doubt!” Her friend laughed openly, sounding
like an amused bear. “I have seen you with your Scot enough to know that, any
tropical storm in the area, was probably caused by you two going at it.”
“Oh, stop!” She playfully smacked him in the
arm, her cheeks throbbing with heat. “How is everything here?”
“Same old, same old.” Joe replied with a sudden
strange attempt at nonchalance. “You haven’t been at the nurses’ desk yet, have
“No.” Claire furrowed her brows. “I was a bit
late this morning because of…reasons,”
She ignored his smirk. “And went straight to the OR to the kidney transplant.
Shall I go there now?”
“No!” The man said vehemently, grabbing her
elbow and steering her towards the cafeteria. “I’m that hungry. Shall we go for
“It’s three o’clock in the afternoon, Joe.”
Claire gave him a questioning look. “What are you trying to hide?”
“Nothing, LJ.” He shook his head, patting her
shoulder in a reassuring manner. “You know my stomach didn’t come with a
built-in clock. I’m more of a “eat whenever
you’re hungry” type of guy.”
“What is in the nurses’ desk that you don’t
want me to see?” She halted and crossed her arms, offering him a disarming look,
suitable for young children misbehaving with their soup. “Spill it, Joe. We
both know I’ll find out soon enough.”
“Fine!” Joe threw his hands in the air in a
gesture of surrender. “I was just trying to spare you. But please, Lady Jane,
you need to keep it cool. I’m sure he had the best possible intentions…”
Before Joe was able to complete his sentence,
Claire was already sliding past him and marching in the direction of the nurses’
area. As soon as she became visible making a turn on the corridor, two nurses
jumped from their seats – they had been whispering with their heads together,
looking at something – and stood like two soldiers on a parade, their hands
hidden behind their backs, blushing madly.
“So,” Claire smiled pleasantly, taking off her
surgical cap and brushing the mad riot of curls, eager to finally be wild and
free after so much time in confinement, like eels on a barrel. “What is going
“Doctor Fraser.” The younger nurse saluted her,
looking slightly out of breath. “So good to see you. How was your honeymoon?”
“Fine, Nurse Hawkins.” She nodded, tapping her
fingers on the counter in an evident display of impatience. Both nurses looked
at her hand like disciplined cats, fascinated by the repeated movement. “There
seems to be some kind of disturbance taking place here. I want to know what is
“LJ…” Joe started, trying to block her vision
from the nurses. She gave him a look so dark and dangerous that he immediately retroceded
to her side.
“Let’s hear it.” Claire repeated, glancing at
the nurses under her lashes and placing all her imaginary coins on the beat of
Mary Hawkins breaking in seconds under pressure – too bad it was only the
casino of her mind, because it was a smashing jackpot.
“We were just looking at it, Doctor Fraser.”
Mary explained in a high pitched voice, slightly stammering. “We meant no
disrespect. It’s a beautiful work and such a good cause.”
“Give it to me!” She demanded, reaching out
with her open palm. Slowly but surely, Mary Hawkins delivered her the source of
all the ruckus.
It was a calendar commissioned by the Fire
Department, sold to raise funds for a new Burn Centre and to support the widows
and children of fallen firefighters. The calendar was illustrated with
photographs of gorgeous men in the corporation – and front and centre,
occupying almost two thirds of the cover, was James Fraser. He had been photographed
sitting in a chair of the headquarters, naked from the waist up, the suspenders
of his loose equipment trousers falling along his hips. His hair was tousled
and he looked like he had just arrived from a massive fire, finally relaxed and
at ease – except his eyes were playing with the camera, teasing of his secrets,
undoubtedly igniting other flames on the belly of any woman looking at it.
Claire said in excitement, her finger absentmindedly caressing his exposed
chest. “It’s finally out!”
“You knew about this?” Joe asked, gobsmacked. “That
your husband is featuring in a steamy calendar, which probably will be the
erotic fantasy of every female in the Edinburgh area?”
“Of course.” She raised a brow. “Who do you
think took the photo?”
“Hmmm. Don’t stop!” Claire moaned, her toes
curling in pleasure. “That is definitely the spot, Jamie. Keep going!”
“Hmpf.” Jamie snorted from the other extremity
of the bed, skilfully massaging the sole of her foot. “Yer wee noises are
making my cock ache, Sassenach. If it’s really yer foot ye want me to massage,
best ye stop.”
“Again?” She smiled lazily, watching as his
knuckles applied pressure on her battered points. “We did it this morning,
already. And twice last night.”
“It’s fortunate there’s not a limit to it,
then.” He bit her big toe making her yelp, as his hands went on to rub her
calf. “Even when I’m still inside ye, I’m already missing ye.”
“How many love letters did you receive today?”
Claire asked, nudging him with her free foot. “I’m expecting the mailman
already knows your name by heart.”
“They are more lust letters.” Jamie sighed, letting go of her leg and stretching
next to her in bed, playing with her curls. “About a dozen or so. Apparently
there is another man called James Fraser in this area who has been receiving
some by mistake – he is sixty and dinna understand why all of the sudden so many
women were sending him photos in their undergarments and making indignant
advances on him by mail.”
“Lucky man.” Claire laughed. “May your success serve
“Ye ken what day is it today?” He stroked her small,
pointy, ear and temple, gluing their bodies together.
“I do.” She kissed the tip of his jaw, feeling
the small stubble prickling her lips like fresh grass. “Fourteen years ago we
were married for the first time.”
“Aye.” He kissed her mouth, tasting her lower
lip, the pressure of his teeth just enough to make her moan against him. “I
have a wee present for ye.”
He retrieved a small package from his nightstand
and she unwrapped it, kissing him amidst the confusion of paper and ribbon. It
was a custom made blue surgical cap, clearly designed for her, with a
forget-me-not embroidered on the side and underneath it, printed after his own handwriting,
the words “Da mi basia mille”.
“It’s beautiful, Jamie.” She said in a husky
voice, a knot forming on her throat – it was always disarming to realize how
much he knew her and appreciated her. “I - I have something for you too.”
Claire added slowly.
“Aye?” He smiled, so tender and alight that her
body was immediately blazing just to see it. His eyes shone blue and knowing, with
a hint of mischief hidden in the deepest pools of blue sea.
“You know, don’t you?” Claire realized, their
noses almost touching - their eyes so close they could plunge into each other
without taking another breath. Slowly, like a dance learnt in another life and
scripted into their DNA for permanent remembrance, their hands entwined -
silver wedding rings meeting like titans clashing together.
“I know, mo
nighean donn.” Jamie nodded and his hand came to rest solid and sure on her
stomach - cradling the tomorrow they had lost, fought to earn again and hoped
for with all their hearts.
Hi!!! These are all my drawings of Disney movies based on Rapunzel’s wall paintings illustrated by Claire Keane! :D I know there are more movies, but they are too many so I chose my favorite ones !! It took me a lot of time to do all these drawings!! But I had fun! I’m so happy I finished! I hope you like them! :)
a/n: so hi i like continuing this lil bean called enoch imagine ahsjdhfjshfj uhhhh anyways so here is part 3 ayyyyye i love enoch so much you can’t even imagine, and i LOVE finlay god that babe
characters: mphfpc movie!enoch o'connor x reader, and all the other peculiar children plus jacob portman
warnings: ehh… none :) but as always, the characters’ ages are accurate except enoch who is as old as he was portrayed in the mphfpc movie
y/n and enoch. those two.
they had been spending too much time together for anyone to comprehend. mis peregrine was, of course, delighted that enoch had found someone he had opened up to. and she was relieved that y/n finally had peace here. she had noticed the young telekinetic girl wasn’t nervous or bad-like giddy-ish like she was when she first came, continuing until her and enoch…. made themselves official.
miss peregrine had never seen enoch smile. from the day he had came to cairnholm, enoch had never smiled or shown any type of joy to her or anybody else. sarcastic comments and hateful glares or long silences were always his way to show he was among the peculiar children. somehow they got along with enoch, but he didn’t care.
y/n had been encouraging him to talk more and not be so unsocial with others and it somehow worked. everyone wondered how it could be - they thought nobody could break enoch’s sour look on life. y/n was proud of herself for being the one to change enoch. well, not exactly him, but his attitude.
they fit together so perfectly - heads always close, whispering to each other and giggling. they were constantly spending time together, and they spent more time outside, y/n actually brought enoch along to the daily walk. rarely were the lovebirds alone. they looked very lovely at every given moment, everyone was happy for them.
y/n and enoch were now sitting under a tree fiona grew out especially for them. y/n was laying between enoch’s legs with her back against his chest and a book in her hands. she held it out for the both of them to read. it was john green’s paper towns.
“why have you underlined that sentence there?” enoch asked, disturbing the - perhaps - silence.
y/n eyes wondered down to where the boy’s slender finger was pointing. “well, i like that quote.”
“why?” he questioned. “can you read it out for me?”
“okay.” y/n cleared her throat. “…leaving feels good and pure only when you leave something important, something that mattered to you. pulling life out by the roots. but you can’t do that until your life has grown roots.”
encoh hummed. “it does sound nice.” he went silent, he was thinking. y/n waited. “does it mean anything to you?”
“uhm…” y/n paused. “it could, but does it?”
“well, i left my parents in my old life when i came, remember?” y/n said, looking at enoch with her head tilted backwards. he nodded. “well, that kind of feels like a grown root now. so, i left them there. or they brought me here, i don’t know.”
“so, you find that quote very much alike your situation? now or before?” enoch questioned. now y/n nodded. “does it make you sad? thinking about your parents and your old life?”
“mm.” y/n hummed. “sometimes.” she turned around, putting down the book. she rested her arms on enoch’s chest, her hands on the back of his neck. y/n looked into the boy’s eyes. “i miss them sometimes, you know.” she said and traced along his sweater neck line with her index finger.
enoch started to feel bad for he brought up the subject about her parents and her old life. he immediately regretted his words and wanted to say something to mend the situation, but y/n was faster than him in that way and spoke up first.
“but then i realise…” she traced her finger up enoch’s neck and face, stopping at his cheek, “i have you.” y/n smiled. “so i stop missing my old life. and focus on what’s happening here.” she shimmied her body up enoch’s chest a little to reach his face and connected their lips.
the boy smiled. he was the person that made y/n forget about missing her previous life. and that made enoch happy.
he pulled himself and y/n down on the soft grass and kissed her deeper. enoch thought he could change things up a bit and reached his hands down to y/n’s waist, beneath her shirt. she looked at him with slightly worried but wild eyes and leaned down and kissed his lips.
enoch’s fingers started dancing quickly against y/n’s soft skin which created ticklish movements. y/n cut her lips off enoch’s and started giggling. the boy smiled at her and only quickened and hardened his hand movements.
“e-enoch, i can’t-” she tried to say, but couldn’t as the touches were way too ticklish. her giggles turned into hysterical, lovely laughs and then tears of joy. “p-please, sto-”
“i see we’re interrupting something.” the two teens heard a voice coming from a meter or two in distance of them. y/n rolled off enoch’s lap and they both looked at who it was.
emma was standing between bushes, but she wasn’t alone. besides her was a boy in 21st century clothes with a confused look on his face. y/n jumped up on her feet, evening out her white skater skirt. she took enoch’s arm and nudged him up. soon, two teenagers were facing two teenagers.
“n-no, you weren’t.” y/n said, a giggle escaping her lips after. enoch stood behind her, hardly keeping a serious face with having the urge to laugh. she took enoch’s hand in hers behind her body to calm him down. “so, is there someone you need to introduce us with?”
“uh… yeah.” emma paused. “this is…”
“jacob portman.” the boy spoke up. he looked around enoch’s and y/n’s age but he had the look on his face that he didn’t understand where he was or what was happening. but… he looked like he was from y/n’s past life’s time. there were features in his style that told y/n he was from the 21st century, and she had never seen him in her life. y/n’s eyes sparkled. someone from then, the future.
“he’s abraham portman’s grandson.” emma said. “jacob, this is enoch and y/n.”
“hi.” y/n waved at the boy and smiled while enoch did nothing but pat his foot against the grass, waiting for the introduction to end.
“wh-what are your peculiarities?” jacob asked. y/n was surprised he would want to know and know that they were peculiar, but she thought she could show him.
y/n looked at the book on the ground and waved it up in the air, making it float around her and enoch’s heads and stop in front of them.
“wow.” jacob breathed out. “you’re… telekinetic.”
“yes, just like you thought you were at the pub.” emma said with a chuckle. y/n ignored the inside joke and took the book in her hands. she looked over at enoch - he had a bored expression on his face and he was avoiding anyone’s gaze.
“and what can… he do?” jacob asked, referring to enoch.
“make things alive again.” y/n said for she felt enoch didn’t want to say anything himself. “it’s better with smaller beings, tho.”
“oh.” jacob sighed. “okay.”
“well, this has been good.” emma said. “but me and jacob have to go now, he has to meet miss peregrine.”
y/n nodded. “off you go, then.”
emma and jacob walked past them to get to the house. jacob had a curious look flying everywhere, including y/n and enoch together. who was he? what was he doing here? why was he here? who was abraham portman? why did jacob portman look like he was from the 21st century? why was he here now?
when they left, y/n turned around to enoch. “what is it?” she placed her hand over his cheek, making enoch look in her eyes for a short moment, then he looked back down. “hm?”
enoch groaned quietly.
“enoch.” y/n dragged out his name to get him to talk. “why’d you get so quiet suddenly?”
enoch sighed. “i don’t like that jacob guy.”
“why? do you know him?”
“i just-” enoch sighed again. “he’s like his grandfather, he will leave and break everyone’s heart - except mine and probably yours - eventually, so, i already know what’s gonna happen. i save myself a heartbreak.”
“how do you know that?”
“miss peregrine knew he would come.” enoch replied. “she knew he was born and she knew he was like us, too.”
“she knows everything.”
“that’s right.” enoch agreed. “and i hope she knows what he’ll do.”
“could you tell me about his grandpa sometime later?”
claire came running to the couple and tugged at y/n’s hand. “miss peregrine says there’s lunch in five minutes, you have to come. we have a visitor!” claire was smiling.
“wonderful.” y/n said, caressing claire’s cheek. “we’ll be there on time, i promise.” claire nodded with a smile and ran off.
enoch turned around to check if they had anything to leave here and y/n took his arm.
“be nice, love.” she said to enoch. he groaned. “please. you don’t want to leave a bad impression on the guest.”
“i don’t care what kind of impression i leave on him.” enoch stated. y/n rolled her eyes.
“please, enoch.” she said. “could you at least try?” she begged. “i’ll give you a treat later if you will be polite.” y/n smirked.
“what kind of treat?” enoch looked at her. y/n chuckled.
“you’ll see.” she pointed her finger at him. “if you behave.” y/n, standing afar from enoch, stretched out her hand for him to take. enoch sighed, but gave in. he grinned.
“alright, i’ll try.” enoch said and took y/n’s hand, being pulled towards his girl and the children’s home.
Sometimes I’m great with titles, sometimes I’m not. Forgive me. A while back, I did a ficlet challenge. Awkward Attempts at Kissing became a clear favorite and several of you have asked me to continue with the story. I’ve got a few other things I’m working on as well, but I hope you like it! Thank you @diversemediums for helping me proof it!!
Anonymous asked: What was teenage Jamie’s thoughts on working up the nerve to ask Claire out ?
Claire. Elizabeth. Beauchamp.
The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. She’s smart, kind, has a smile that lights up every room she’s in, and I’m fairly sure I’m in love wi’ her. At least I think so. I canna stop thinkin’ about her.
She’s joined the drama club, drooling after that bloody Kevin O’Hara. But I ken he’s got his eyes fixed on Kitty, so I just need to wait.
I almost spoke to her today, almost asked her out. I’d taken the breath, practiced my words, and then she walked by. She smelled like vanilla and herbs and I couldna speak.
Someday… someday I’ll speak wi’ her. I’ll tell her she’s beautiful. I’ll tell her that I’ve no’ looked at another girl since the day she walked into school. That I want her to be the only girl I ever date.
I’m reading a book, waiting for my Da to come pick me up and take me home. The door behind me slams open and I turn around.
Holy Mary mother of God, she’s beautiful when she’s angry.
“That rotten little bastard!”
She hasn’t seen me, doesn’t know I’m sitting right there. I freeze, afraid that if I move, she’ll run away.
“What the hell has Kitty got over me?!”
As I watch, her hands go to her hair, which has escaped the braid she’d put it in. I live for the days she lets it down. The other girls put so much into their hair, wear so much makeup you canna tell what they’re supposed to look like. But no’ Claire. Never Claire.
“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!” she yelps.
She’s seen me. Damn! Those incredible amber eyes of hers go wide and I put my book down.
Is that my own voice? Christ! How do I sound so calm? I’m sure she can see how hard my heart is beating.
“You know who I am?”
Of course I do!
“Aye. I canna help but notice ye seem a bit upset.”
“Oh, um… y-yes.”
She canna meet my eyes. Probably for the best. I dinna need her to see how red my ears will turn.
“Do ye have any plans on Friday?”
I hear my Da’s car pull up. I have to speak quickly, get this over with so I can leave before she sees my red face.
“There’s a new film out in the cinema. Would ye like to come out wi’ me?”
Please say yes. Please say yes. Please, for the love of God, say yes.
I smile at her. I canna help it. She’s flustered and angry and her cheeks are red.
Holy God. Did I just say that? No! That wasna what I meant to say! No no no! She’ll think I’m-
“Jamie lad, come on, then!”
I must be smiling like a loon. I feel like I’m smiling like a loon.
“Meet me at four-thirty?”
“Wait… You’re not kidding, are you?”
“O’course not! I want to go out wi’ you.”
Shut up shut up shut up!
I grimace. Da is getting angry.
“So? Will ye go out wi’ me?”
“James. Fraser! Dinna make me get out o’ this car!”
I stare at her, pleading.
“Alright. I’ll meet you at the cinema at four-thirty.”
“I’ll see ye tomorrow then, Claire.”
Before Da gets properly angry, I jog over to the car. I sit down in my seat, dumping my bag in the back. Claire is still standing where I left her, her mouth hanging open as we drive by.
“Does she need a ride, lad?”
“No. Her uncle will be here soon.”
Da’s face breaks into a grin. Damn it.
“Ah. So that’s her then, is it?”
“Dinna play coy wi’ me, son. I ken ye’ve had yer eye on a lass for some time.”
Folding my arms over my chest, I look out the window. I willna talk about it.
“Have I told ye how I asked out yer mam?”
“Aye, ye have.”
Ignoring me, as he usually does wi’ this story, he continues.
“She was dating that Grant lad. But she didna love him. So when I asked her out for a coffee, she accepted. Broke up wi’ him that verra night.”
“And then she called you and asked you out to lunch, where she paid and wouldna let you pay,” I said in a flat voice.
Da laughs as we keep driving.
“Did she say yes, then?”
“Aye. She did. I’m taking her out to the cinema tomorrow night.”
Da’s face becomes suddenly serious.
“And ye will behave as a gentleman ought. Ye willna take advantage of the sweet lass, aye?”
“Da! I’d never!”
“I ken the temptations when yer at the cinema. It’s dark and no one will see ye.”
I groan and throw my head back on the headrest of the seat.
“Da! I’m no’… I’ll no’…” I stumble over my words. “Da!”
By now, Da’s laughing so hard he has to wipe the tears from his cheeks.
“Christ! Yer as easy as Willie sometimes. I ken the sort of man ye are, Jamie. I ken you’ll treat the lass wi’ respect. But… Just to be sure, Murtagh will go wi’ ye.”
Da pulls down the drive to Lallybroch.
“It’s either Murtagh or Willie.”
Oh God. Not my brother.
“Fine. But I canna pay for three tickets.”
“I’m sure Murtagh can afford his own ticket to the cinema. Tell me who the lass is?”
Turning the car off, Da turns to watch me.
“Claire. Claire Beauchamp. She’s the smartest girl in my year. She tutors some of the other students in science. I dinna think she’s ever failed an exam. I ken she lives wi’ her uncle, though I’m no’ sure why. She sits with Amy and Geillis at lunch. And when she laughs, her eyes light up, like colored glass. I’ve never seen eyes like hers, Da. And her hair…”
I trail off, realizing Da’s just starin’ at me.
“I think ye are smitten, Jamie my boy.”
“Ye’ve fallen for the lass. The look on yer face is the same one I have when I look at yer mam.”
I bury my face in my hands.
“What am I gonna do, Da?”
“Weel, first thing ye dinna breathe a word o’ this to Willie. He’ll gi’ ye hell for it, same as he did Jenny when she started dating Ian. Second, ye tell yer mam. She’ll be heartbroken if ye dinna tell her.”
I nod, heaving a great sigh.
“Aye, I’ll go tell her.”
“Other than that, ye be the man we raised ye to be. A kind and respectful man, who kens how to treat a woman the way she deserves.”
Da clapps me on the shoulder and gives one last smile. I grab my bag from the back and head inside.
I probably wouldna get any sleep tonight, but that was alright. I had a date with the prettiest girl in Scotland. Nothing else in the world seemed to matter.