ten's was so hard to get right

skyler10fic  asked:

I'm watching GBBO with my parents and can you imagine if there was a couples' challenge and Rose and Ten competed? Trying not to lol just thinking about it

oh my god that’s a HILARIOUS thought because i maintain the headcanon that rose is Not Great in the kitchen so she’s basically being the sous chef in this situation. and the Doctor is telling her to mix together these things while he works on something and when he checks back, she is cursing at the mixing bowl because it doesn’t look right and just… oh my god they would be hilarious because he gets distracted by rose and other things and probs burns something or puts something in too late so it doesn’t bake through and rose is trying So Hard but failing and just… bless this whole idea

(alternatively… ten is the baker and rose is the decorator because she is an Artist. that would work splendidly!)

come chat! (about doctor/rose, femslash things, things in general… whatevs)

anonymous asked:

ooh what are your Hunk hc's??

oooh nice i’m gonna have so much fun answering this ok nice thank u anon bless u

- he can’t spend money on himself for shit!! not even necessities!! he’s like: (stares at the grocery list of food items he needs to Survive™) “ok but like…. i have a plum in my fridge at home. i don’t need all of this? i’ll be fine” he does need it. he won’t be fine. lance has started tagging along when hunk goes grocery shopping bc he just won’t buy anything for himself otherwise!! he’ll buy gifts for his friends without a second thought though. like. he won’t even plan on it he’s just like: “oh my god that’s such a shiny knife. keith would love that.” he knows keith has too many knives already and probably doesn’t need any more but? it doesn’t stop him from knowing that keith would love that knife specifically. he’s gotta buy it for him. he’s just gotta. (he was right. keith did love it. he’s so great at gifts.)

- he’s a Cat Magnet™. he sits and then there are ten cats using him as a bed. they’re on his shoulders, on his chest, his lap, his face. he doesn’t know who they are or where they came from. he doesn’t question it. he just lives like this.

- he loves painting his nails and he’s really good at it! he works hard to make them all perfect but he doesn’t really mind much when they get messed up.


- sometimes he zones out when people complain to him and when he finally zones back in he’s just like “dump him.” as if he were paying complete attention. even if what they were complaining about had nothing to do with anything that that would possibly solve. his friends always accept that as great advice though.

- he honestly… has the best puns. whenever someone (besides lance. lance is the only exception. no one knows when they established that but they’ve just accepted it by now) insults his puns the entire team is on them like “what the fuck did you just say? we have a giant robot that could kick your ass! we have five lions (part of the robot) that could also kick your ass! yea… you better be careful… asshole.”

- the true Mr. Mystery. reveals nothing about himself, acts like he has nothing to hide. no one suspects a thing

- he can play any instrument by ear! like he’ll just pick it up and bam. it’s perfect. pidge has had five years of piano lessons and could never hope to be as good as he is. she’s not sure if she should be totally pissed or completely in awe. he can’t read music though

- he just has that aura™ that tells you he’s a nice person that you should totally befriend. he doesn’t have to approach people to make friends, because they all approach him

- also he’ll totally talk to cashiers for you if you’re too anxious. he’s a ball of anxiety himself but like? he’s just “screw you anxiety i’m helping my friend and there’s nothing u can do about it”

- anyway i love him

high schoolers play instruments. inevitable melodrama. shit goes down. lesbian couple is oblivious and goes on multiple dates.
remus headcanon
  • i have a headcanon
  • the marauders notice how Remus gets really moody when he reaches the 2 day mark before a full moon
  • each month varies in emotion
  • some months, he’ll be really sad
  • he’ll push his food around his plate, drag his feet when he walks, go to bed early, not even bother to get a cup of tea, lay his head on the table during class, not chime in on conversations, and have the boys constantly worry about him
  • other months, he’s completely pissed off
  • he’ll sigh in exasperation when he drops something, snap when someone asks him more than one question, rub his eyes and groan when he’s asked to do something, and sit on a common room couch with a mixture of annoyance and disgust on his face as he tries not to roll his eyes at everyone, making the other boys nervous whenever they’re around him, like he’s a bomb ready to explode
  • and sometimes, just sometimes, he’ll have a mixture of both
  • he’ll listen to his sad records but let out an aggravated groan when they skip, he’ll stare off in class and when he misses something the teacher said, he’ll hastily flip through his book and try to catch up, whilst having a pissy-pouty look on his face
  • the boys don’t even try to test him during this mood
  • when he’s this way, he has a no tolerance for any bullshit
  • and so, one day in 6th year, a day before a full moon, he was in that particular mood
  • they were all in transfiguration
  • James was sitting with Lily today, she let him; she’s starting to like James
  • Sirius is next to Peter, chatting about nonsense, and Remus is at the next table with his head on his crossed-arms
  • he likes being alone during classes before a full moon
  • but of course, only the marauders new that
  • so a snotty Slytherin sat next to Remus, seeing that there was no other seat available
  • neither one was too happy about this arrangement
  • toward the end of the class, Mcgonagall was talking about how transfiguring muggle-owned things isn’t tolerated because it’s too risky in exposing magic and confusing and scaring the muggle half to death
  • and of course, the Slytherin sniggers
  • “What is it?” Mcgonagall asked the slytherin
  • “I just think it’s funny,” the Slytherin starts,” that muggles can’t really seem to grasp anything.”
  • James can feel Lily tense next to him
  • James purses his lips and knits his eyebrows together, ‘here we go again, guess i’m going to have to get my knuckles bloody after class’
  • “Come again?” Mcgonagall asked with a puzzled look
  • “I just mean,” the Slytherin continues,” haven’t they noticed something’s up by now? Haven’t they noticed magic before? I mean the ministry can’t erase everyone’s memory… I guess their just slow… uneducated and slow.”
  • at that, Remus slowly lifted his head off the desk and turned to look at the kid, wearing the most ‘i can’t believe someone actually thought that in their head and then decided to said it out loud’ expression on his face
  • then the Slytherin kid says, in a voice just low enough for Mcgonagall not to hear, but everyone in a ten foot radius to, “Maybe that’s why mudbloods are so slow and horrid at magic, take after their stupid parents. Aren’t i right?”
  • and just as Sirius and James are about to pound this kid into the ground, Remus takes a handful of the kids hair from the back of his head into his fist, and slams the kids face on the table so hard and fast, James almost missed it
  • “REMUS!,” Lily and Mcgonagall shout at the same time, both standing up, Lily knocking her chair over
  • the kids nose starts gushing blood, undoubtedly broken, as he wails and fumbles to get away from Remus
  • and Remus just has this half bored, half disgusted look on his face as he watches his classmate flail about
  • Peter has the same shocked expression as James, and then James and Sirius share a glance, and before they know it, they’re on the floor laughing their arses off
  • since then, that was always the first story that got brought up whenever someone mentioned Remus for the next two years, and the story that always made Remus grin wide whenever he was in one of his ‘moods.’
Yes, Oppa

Hoseok
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 3430-ish
When faced with Jung Hoseok, how could you not be a tease? Just a little?

A/N: There might definitely be a second part. Involving that goddam dancer’s body. I’ve been struck and killed by the Hobi train, along with @yoongis-sass, and it is to be war between us. A fic war. Oops.

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

You loved all the boys. They were your closest friends and brothers, and even if you didn’t get to spend as much time with them as you would other friends, they were really the only friends you needed.

Especially Hoseok. But in a different way. You were, without a doubt, 300% in love with Hoseok. His smiles, his laughter, his warm hugs and unfailing kindness. His unintentional and incredible sexiness. Just to begin with.

And when faced with Jung Hoseok, you couldn’t help but be a tease. Just a little.

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Pie?

Summary: After a hunt, you can never sleep. Neither can Dean. While you and him get drunk in the kitchen, you offer to bake him a pie, and things get messy?

hahah rip my summary skills

Request: Hi there! Could you maybe do a story where the reader shows Dean her pie baking skills and he just can’t get over her perfection? It could be as fluffy or smutty as you see fit, of course :)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut, language

Word Count: 2.4k

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual


It was the night after a hunt; you, Sam, and Dean had just gotten home a little over an hour ago. You’d pretty much went your separate ways for the night as it was almost eleven. You scrubbed your face before you threw on some pyjamas and laid down. You were sure everyone else would be passed out by now, but not you. You tossed and turned, the leftover adrenaline from the hunt keeping you awake. This happened after most hunts, you wouldn’t be able to sleep that night, or the night after. You’d almost always have at least one nightmare, so that kept you awake as well.

After tossing and turning for almost an hour, you decided to get up and take a shower. The clock on your nightstand read midnight as you grabbed some clean clothes and a towel. You made your way down the hallway to the bathroom and started the water, throwing your clothes and towel down on the floor. While you waited for the water to warm up you left the bathroom and went into the kitchen to grab a beer, trying to stay quiet so you didn’t wake the boys. You tossed the cap in the trash can and headed back to the bathroom.

When you got out of the shower you’d realized that you’d forgotten clean panties. That or they fell out somewhere along the way. You wrapped the towel around yourself and opened the bathroom door, looking to the right first, then left. To your left, you were surprised by Dean, who was holding your panties while also wearing a bright red face.

“I uh- I think you dropped these.” He tossed them at you before turning around and walking back the other way.

“Thanks?” you said, probably to quiet for him to hear as he walked away. But damn did he look good in his boxers and t-shirt. You smiled to yourself before closing the door to get dressed.

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To The Wonder

Pairing: Y/N/Michael

Rating: All

Request: No

Words: 1.600+

Summary: A fight between Y/N and Michael leaves her devastated as he has left for tour without a proper goodbye and that leaves her in wonder and sadness of how to get over his actions.

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Twenty Questions

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drinking. Somewhere between angsty and fluffy and with mentions of smut.

Summary: With a broken team, and a broken heart, Tony Stark has no one else to rely on but (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a long time friend that has endured and coped with him more times than any friend would. Upon drinks, sad movies and a harmless 20 Questions game, the most hidden feelings arise.

A/N: I like this a lot. Bear it with me.


Originally posted by unchartedghoul

If you said you weren’t surprised by the message you got that morning, you’d be a fucking liar. You were indeed surprised, and with good reason. You hadn’t seen Tony Stark in a year or two, only quick texting once or twice a week just to catch up on your lives, but now he was inviting you to his place to watch a movie, “for old times’ sake”.

Movies with him never ended up well, or at least, they didn’t use to. Sex is all there was in a movie night with him; well, sex and guilt. You were head over heels for such a long time that you couldn’t even recall the moment when you first started to feel that, but now you had grown up, and you were more or less sure that your feelings were a mature thing that could be controlled.

You waited in the elevator the excruciating moments before getting to where he needed you. FRIDAY, his artificial assistant was very kind to tell you that he was eager to see you; you too were eager, but still very afraid of what was going to happen next.

Poison blasted from the speakers, and you were suddenly taken ages back, when you two were at his place, drinking and laughing and then… going at it. You couldn’t help but smiling at the memory, and when you saw Tony looking at you, your heart just stopped.  He had not change a thing, and if anything, he was even more handsome than you remembered.

“What a sight for sore eyes are you.” He smiled as he took the long distance to hug you so tight that he could’ve broken your bones.

“You’re so full of shit.”

The drinks started to come up and the saddest movie you had ever seen showed up on the huge TV he owned. You two stayed in silence for a while, really taking into every detail of the movie. You were not used to watch these kind of movies with him, let alone watch any movie. You two invented Netflix and chill before there was any Netflix whatsoever. That until he recommended a Twenty Questions game. You started.

“Question number one. How are you?” You asked.

“Fucked. My friends are gone, my ex-girlfriend doesn’t want me and she doesn’t even want to see me anymore. One of my best friends is on a fucking wheelchair and everything has just gone to shit.”

“That’s just sad.” You shook your head.

“Number two, did you miss me?” He gave you a half smile.

“Can’t say I didn’t.” You shrugged innocently.

And as the movie went on, and the bottles of beer emptied, you two had gained more and more false confidence to ask each other the most inappropriate questions that your drunken minds could possible think of. But things started to get very awkward and you completely lost the focus on the movie.

“Question number ten,” he took the beer to his lips and sipped from it, “what is it that you think I should know right now?”

“You just don’t know how to love, Stark.” You sighed, keeping your eyes on the screen, trying hard not to look at him, because if you did, you’d surely tell him everything in your mind. “You destroy everything you love. So that’s why I’m sure you don’t love me enough.”

“Not true.” He retorted, pausing the movie.

“It is. I would never be like Pep because our friendship is always coming and going. I mean… you tore her apart man. I don’t wanna be mean, but you gotta admit it… You had everything in your hands to not fuck shit up and… you did. You went along this destructive path as you have always done.”

“What do you mean?” Tony asked.

“After what happened in New York, you told me Pepper wanted you to slow down with the avenging life, right?” He nodded. “That she wanted to have a more or less normal relationship with an abnormal man like yourself, right?” He nodded again. “Well, what did you do? Destroyed a bunch of suits just to build more. Or at least enhance the one you’d stay with and blow up an entire city.”

“I don’t get the point.”

“She gave you the chance to stop this madness, and you didn’t. And once you were a hundred times more PSTD fucked up, you tried to amend your relationship but she was done with it. Tony, it’s your fault that she’s gone.”

“Thank you,” Tony huffed, “silly me for wanted to have some Netflix and chill with you.”

“You can’t possibly think that you can bribe me into a good movie and a pity fuck afterwards.” You laughed, placing a hand on your chest. “I would have fallen for that three years ago. Tony, I got older and I have a little self-respect now.”

“You would’ve?” He asked, furrowing his brow in confusion. It took you a second to realize what you had said.

“I would.” Oh fuck it. Good thing you were old enough now to be able to talk about your still burning feelings in a way more civilized and controlled way. “I like you Tony, my passion for you burns with the intensity of a thousand suns… and yes I took that from a cartoon, but it ain’t that wrong.” Tony fell speechless, and you called it your cue to break the news down to him. Years of friendship would be probably be ruined, but fuck it, you were going big and probably going home after this. “Remember when we were fuck buddies? Well, it all went to shit for me, because we knew each other so damn well and sex was like the next step for us and I always thought you’d end up feeling the same thing for me but apparently you did not.” You rolled your eyes. “And it’s totally fine! Don’t get me wrong. This friendship we have is probably ruined because I never told you this until now and because I started acting weird after I got the feelings, but you have your fair share too, I mean… you could’ve asked what happened, and you never did. And I’m sorry… I’m gonna have to go.”

You were getting ready to leave, you had even taken your bag from the countertop and your jacket from the hanger next to the door, and as they opened for you, Tony started running behind you to grab your arm and make you turn around.

“Question number eleven, was any of this true?” You nodded a silent response. “Twelve, why didn’t you say anything?”

“It had no use.” You shook your head. “You were head over heels for Pepper.” You shrugged. “Can I go? I really wanna go home.”

“(Y/N), you dropped this bomb and you want to go home without any further explanation? Do you think I’m an idiot?”

“What’s the use of even explaining you now?” You asked in exhaustion. “You’re still in love with Pepper and I’m gonna die alone! So what?”

“Thirteen, do you still like me?” He asked.

“Yes.” You nodded. “Fourteen, did you ever feel something for me?”

“Yes. I did.” He sighed. “Fifteen, what do we do now?”

“I have no fucking clue.” Your bottom lip trembled, he was getting closer and your knees started to weaken. “Sixteen…” you paused, “do you know?”

“No.” Tony shook his head and cupped your face; his breath brushed your lips, and as you held on to his wrists, you tried to have as much from him as possible. The way his body tensed at your touch, his hitching breathing and his crazy heartbeat were signals, but you were not sure if those were the right ones.

“Seventeen. When did you feel something for me?” Your voice was a barely audible whisper now.

“It has been like an on and off thing… Before we even were fuck buddies I felt something for you, and then Pepper came, and well, I’ve missed you…”

“So now I’m like your second choice?”

“Never.” You tried to escape, but your hands were glued to his arms and he was not letting you go either. Even though his grip was strong, his hands were tender, and they felt soft against your skin. You longed for this contact, it had been a while since you two saw each other. “(Y/N), you were never a second choice or a consolation prize. You wanna know why I haven’t hurt you?”

“Why?”

“Because I care.”

“Eighteen. Why do you care?”

“You’ve been with me through thick and thin, (Y/N).” His hands moved from your face to your shaky shoulders, trying to stop you. “You’re the oldest friend I have and god knows you’re the best. Nineteen, do you want to jump with me?”

“I do…” You sighed, moving your hands to his chest. “Twenty…” you bit your bottom lip, “do you love me?” He nodded a silent response.

“I’m gonna ask another one. Twenty one, can I kiss you again? I… I don’t wanna let you go, (Y/N). Never again.”

You didn’t reply, but you pulled him closer to you. His lips were almost afraid of touching yours, and his hands were even more nervous as they sneaked down your torso and to your waist. You held on to him like never before in your life; you wanted to have him again, you wanted him to be yours and no one else’s. You wanted all the things that harmed him to disappear while he was in your arms.

He was broken, torn and mentally fucked up, but you were strong enough to love him because you had loved him all your life. He was the one who kept you up at night, and you didn’t care if he was going to keep you up at night due to his terrible PSTD; you’d be there for him because you wanted him to be less miserable. You wanted to make him less miserable.

“We already had the Netflix part… can we go chill right now?” He breathed against your lips, slowly roaming up his hands from under your shirt. “For old times’ sake?” He helped you wrap your legs around his waist, holding you effortlessly as he had always done. “Is this a yes?”

“This is a ‘you better treat me right, Stark’” You pressed your forehead against his and stayed there a minute, caressing his hair and smiling like an idiot. This was everything you ever wanted, and the jump even though seemed like jumping from the top of the Stark Tower, you were more than willing to do it.

There were no more questions that night.

Fighting Panic

Requested: I was wondering if I could request a caring Shawn one where maybe you two get into a fight and you leave and then you have a panic attack or something and you call him and even though you two were fighting he still comes over and cares for you? Sorry if that didn’t make sense lol

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“Stop, y/n.” Shawn says, his voice full of anger. “You can’t keep holding it against me. It’s my career, my job, don’t you understand?”

You swallow hard, trying to keep your emotions in check. “I’m not holding it against you, Shawn. I just need to know you’re not forgetting about me!”

“I’m not, I don’t know why you would say that!” He says, his voice just as loud and terrifying as it was a minute ago. You can’t match his tone. You don’t know how to scream back at him, and you don’t want to.

“You’re always busy, and even when you’re not, you’re thinking about all the things you need to get done, which I get, but I feel like you don’t even remember that I’m here, that I’m your girlfriend.” You reply, honestly.

“How could I forget, y/n? I can’t forget, and I don’t.” He spits back.

You only wait a beat before replying, still trying to absorb his last words, “Do you want to?” You ask, your voice full of fear and sadness.

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Awkward things that happened during claps that the fab four doesn’t want you to know about:
  • Kobra bringing everything to a standstill because he lost his contact lens. Had everyone, including Dracs, looking for them.
  • Party losing his pants and refusing to put them back on.
  • Everyone pointing at Korse and yelling ‘Bald!’ because the sun was reflecting just right and it blinded them.
  • Jet tripping over his own feet because he couldn’t see through his hair.
  • Party trying to jump over the hood of the Trans Am dukes of hazard style and hitting himself right in the balls.
  • Ghoul torturing a Drac by reciting vegan brownie recipes
  • Kobra punching out an exterminator so hard they were flung back like ten feet but no one seeing it.
  • Kobra karate chopping a blaster in half when no one was looking
  • Poison’s gun jamming and him throwing it at a Drac before freaking out and trying to get it back
  • Jet ‘accidentally’ suplexing Ghoul
  •  Ghoul ‘accidentally’ kicking Korse in the balls so hard that Party felt so bad he called off the fight
  • Kobra pantsing Korse during the middle of a clap and no one knowing what to do
  • Ghoul and Kobra accidentally making out
  • Jet stopping the fight because he found someone’s finger and needed to make sure it wasn’t any of the guy’s.
  • Party and Jet getting into a fight with a group of maggot babies because they kept touching their hair
  • Ghoul forgetting to fill the Trans Am with gas so their ‘dramatic’ escape took several hours.
  • Party being so sleep deprived he started fighting the cacti instead of the Dracs

anonymous asked:

You all are so talented. This one is for the Modern Glasgow world. We've seen a few of Jamie's incidences from the books in this story and how Claire helped him through it. Could we see one of Claire's and how Jamie reacts and helps her?

anonymous asked: Hi! Love Modern Glasgow! We’ve seen some of Jamie’s misadventures from the book get translated into this story. Could we see one of Claire’s? How does Jamie and the family react?

Modern Glasgow AU

“And ye’re sure ye dinna need some extra help? There’s no shame in asking – the drought this year has made it hard for everyone.”

“I ken that – but I’ll manage.” Joe Fraser extended his work-roughened hand to grip Jamie’s. “And I thank ye for yer offer. But Rosie and me – weel, we always plan for this. The coos will have a bit of a lean year, but nobody will starve.”

Jamie nodded and opened the driver door of his battered Land Rover. “We’re settled at the Big House now – I’m just a phone call away.”

“Oh, that’s right! Ye and the missus and how many bairns, now? Three?”

“Five,” Jamie laughed. “Can ye believe it?”

Joe slid his hands into his pockets, shaking his head. “Mary, Michael, and Bride! Yer poor wife.”

“She had more of a say in it than I did, Joe. She kent weel what she was I for when she took up wi’ me. And she’s the head doctor at the clinic in Broch Mordha now – but I’m sure ye’ve heard already. Broken bones, cuts, you name it and she can fix it.” He slammed the door shut and turned on the ignition, leaning out through the open window to wave goodbye.

“I’ll be back in a week or so – and let me know how the animals are getting on, aye? We always plan for this as weel.”

Joe waved a final hearty goodbye and trudged back to his barn, the setting sun striking the dust brought up by his boots.

Jamie sighed, ran his hands through his hair, and reached for the glove box, fishing around for his phone. Thumbing it to life, he couldn’t help but smile at the lock screen – a selfie Fergus had taken of him and his four siblings. They all had massive grins on their faces, even ten-month-old Julia, proudly showing her five teeth.

It hadn’t been easy adjusting to life in the Scottish Highlands when living in their cramped Glasgow flat – or in Paris, in Fergus’ case – had been the only life his children had ever known. But he and Claire knew they had made the right decision – right for their family, and right for the two of them. Selling his stake in the printing business had netted quite the tidy sum, and she was more than willing to give up her high-pressure surgery job for a quieter pace at the rural clinic. That they both spent much more time with the children – watching them grow, guiding them, showing them how to live – made every single sacrifice worth it.

But now Jamie frowned – ten missed calls, just in the hour or so he’d spent with Joe.

Four from the Big House’s number. Two from Fergus. Two from Jenny. One each from Ian and Murtagh.

Christ.

He swallowed and quickly called Murtagh.

“Thank God,” his godfather’s voice crackled through the line. “Ye need to come home.”

Jamie’s heart stopped. “What is it? The bairns?”

“No, lad. No. They’re fine. It’s Claire.”

With shaking hands, Jamie activated the Range Rover’s BlueTooth and tore out of poor Joe’s driveway.

“Tell me everything!” he desperately shouted into the speakerphone, swerving around the potholes in the dirt road connecting Joe’s farm to the motorway.

“She got a call, around midday. An old woman having heart trouble – perhaps a stroke. She left the number here and drove out to make a house call.”

Jamie roared down the motorway, limbs shaking.

“When she didna come back an hour ago, we started calling her mobile. No answer. And then Jenny called the woman’s house – her son said she was fine, and that Claire had left two hours before that, and said she was coming straight home. So nobody has seen or heard from her for three hours.”

“We need to go find her!” Jamie screamed, passing two sedans full of tourists and simply not caring that he was at double the speed limit.

“Aye, lad. We do. Calm down. I’ve got Ian and Jenny and Suzette here, waiting for ye. We can each drive out and search. Fergus wants to go – ”

“No. Put him on the phone. Please. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

Muffled sounds – then Fergus’ surprisingly deep voice. Jamie blinked, remembering that his eldest son was now eighteen. A man grown.

“Papa?”

“Listen to me, Fergus. Do yer brother and sisters ken what’s going on?”

“No – they’ve been playing with their cousins. I want to help you search - ”

“No, Fergus. You must stay behind. They canna know what’s going on. Do you understand?”

“But –”

“Damn it, Fergus. You need to protect them. They need an adult to watch over them – to keep them safe. And that adult – that *man* - that’s you, *mon fils*.” Do ye understand me?”

Silence. Then – “Yes. I understand.”

“Good lad. I’m just turning off the road. Can ye ask them to meet me outside?”

Thirty seconds later, he pulled up to the main house and jumped out of the Land Rover, leaving the engine running. It was full dark now, but he recognized the silhouettes waiting in the driveway.

No time to feel, now. Just to think – and to act. And to find Claire.

Five agonizing minutes to plan – four separate cars, driven by Jamie, Ian, Jenny, and Murtagh. Suzette would ride with her husband and continue calling all the places where Claire could have gone – including Mrs. Crook in the main house, just in case Claire appeared at home.

Ian handed each driver their own walkie-talkie – the best way to communicate, given the patchy mobile service.

Then their caravan crunched down the gravel driveway and back to the main road, tracing Claire’s movements.

So many memories flashed in front of Jamie’s eyes – Claire burning dinner in their first apartment; Claire bravely introducing her family to her ex-fiancee, just a few months before; Claire’s ecstatic smile as she showed him William for the first time; Claire’s beautiful face, just this morning, as he gave her what they had come to call a Full English Breakfast…

If she was gone –

No.

For the bairns’ sake, he would push on. But not for his own.

So he prayed, fervently, in every language he knew. For God had brought them together – why would He dare to pull them apart?

Up and down the small country lanes, high beams bobbing in the pitch dark.

A light drizzle had started.

Was she cold? Was she shivering?

He kept dialing her mobile. Over and over. And every time it went straight to voicemail.

“You’ve reached Dr. Claire Fraser. I’m not available at the moment – ”

“You’ve reached Dr. Claire Fraser – ”

There was no life without her.

“You’ve reached – ”

And then he turned a corner – and she was there.

Face glowing with the soft light emanating from the boot of her Volvo, rummaging around for something.

It took everything Jamie had to not run off the road as he slammed on the brake and fell out of the car, running toward his wife like a man possessed.

“Jamie?”

Then he caught her up in a tremendous bear hug, and didn’t let her go.

“Are ye all right? For God’s sake, Claire, are ye all right?”

“No,” she gasped. “Jamie – you’re crushing me.”

So he did let go – and her face swam with his tears.

“Hush,” she whispered, framing his face with cold hands. “Hush. It’s all right now. I’ve just got two flat tires and no mobile service. I’m fine.”

“Are ye all right? Truly?”

“Yes,” she said softly, patiently. “I’m cold and I’m starving. You didn’t happen to bring any food, did you? I could murder some neeps and tatties right about now.”

He let out a strangled laugh, and kissed her long and hard.

“Ye gave me quite the fright,” he whispered against her temple. “I did think ye were maybe dead.”

“Why are you so dramatic?” she teased, digging her hands in the back pockets of his jeans. “You know I can fend for myself.”

“Aye, I do. But – ” he swallowed.

“Hush, love. I know.”

Ten seconds – he counted and cherished every one of her heartbeats.

“I need to be inside ye now, Claire. I – I need to feel whole.”

She kissed him gently. “Tonight. Let’s get home. I want you to take care of me. Can you do that?”

“Aye,” he pledged. “Aye, I can do that.”

She nodded. “Good. Now can you please tell whoever is on the walkie that I’m all right, and I need a tow? I just want to go home, and kiss the children, and then be one with you.”

He inhaled the curls at the top of her head – damp with the rain – and trotted back to the Land Rover. Murmured a few words into the walkie – and Claire couldn’t help but smile when four cheers crackled back.

“And don’t think I won’t scold ye when we get home,” Jamie admonished. “I’m just too happy to have ye here wi’ me to say anything else. But don’t think ye’re getting off easy for scaring me half to death.”

She sauntered over and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I look forward to it,” she whispered, grinding her hips against his.

He playfully smacked her bum, then wrapped her legs around his hips and hoisted her up against him, leaning against the Land Rover, devouring her mouth.

Not even the beeps and high beams and cheers of Ian, Jenny, Murtagh, and Suzette broke them apart.

“Shall we leave the two of ye out here alone, then?” Murtagh jibed – silently sagging with relief against Suzette.

Claire pulled away, grinning. “If I knew it took me disappearing for him to get all riled up like this – I’d do it more often!”

“No’ bloody likely,” Jamie growled, pulling his wife back for more.

Mom - Auston Matthews

Requested by anon: Hello!! I love your writing!! Do you kind writing a Auston Matthews imagine where he introduces the reader to his family and his mom doesn’t like the reader so she has to try to win her over?? Hopefully that makes sense!!! Thanks so much!!!

A/N: I’m so sorry it took so long, I’m awful. I hope you like it!

Word count: 1432

Warnings: None. I think. I mean, momma Matthews is mad.

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Originally posted by wonthetrade

“Oh my god (y/n), stop cleaning,” Auston whines from his spot on the couch. “You are going to wear out the floors if you keep vacuuming.”

I grunt, hitting his feet with the nozzle until he gives in and puts his feet up on the table that I have just wiped.

“Auston, put your feet down!” I scold him and he rolls his eyes, putting his feet on the floor after I’ve vacuumed under them.

“I don’t understand why are freaking out. It’s my family, not the Queen of England.” He says, looking down at his phone.

Yeah, it is easy for him to say, but I’m about to have a mental breakdown. I’ve been dating Auston for five months now and it’s been great so far,ut when he told me that his family is coming to visit from Arizona I got into full crazy mode. I’ve cleaned his house at least ten times in the last three days, bought fresh flowers, changed all the sheets and made beds for everyone, got snacks and food for everybody… And I’m more anxious by the minute.

“I don’t have to impress the Queen of England.” I mutter, dusting the top of the TV again.

“They are going to love you, (y/n).” Auston says, getting on his feet and wrapping his arms around my waist while I straighten a pile of pucks that are sitting on the TV stand.

“I hope so.”


 

I look at the mirror one last time, looking for flaws on my outfit. Auston and I decided that it would be best for me to meet his parents and sisters at dinner so he could spend time with them first. We are going to Auston’s favorite steak house. I decided that a pair of jeans, a nice blouse and booties would be an okay outfit, it was simple and it didn’t scream I tried too hard.

“C’mon (y/n), you can do this.” I cheer at my reflection, grabbing my keys from the small hooks on the wall and stepping out my small apartment.

The steak house isn’t far away from my place, so I decide to walk there. It only takes me ten minutes to get there and I’m five minutes early… that’s good, right? I’m early… I didn’t make them wait… I’m so worried about causing a good impression that I don’t even realize that they are here until Auston touches my arm.

“(y/n).” My name rolls in his mouth, waking me up from my trance. “(y/n), these are sisters, Alexandria and Breyana, and my mom and dad, Ema and Brian.”

I smile, extending my hand to shake everyone’s hands, but Breyana walks up to me and hugs me leaving me speechless for a second.

“It’s so nice to meet you, (y/n). “ She says, rubbing my back with her hands. “Auston doesn’t stop talking about you.”

I feel like I’m blushing and I give everyone a shy smile, earning smiles from everyone but Ema.

“Let’s get inside.” Ema’s accent is thick, but it is easy to understand.

I sit between Breyana and Auston, Ema in front of me. We order our drinks and Auston and I give them time to choose what they want from the menu; Auston and I already know what we want. I can’t help it but to smile when Brian orders for Ema so she doesn’t have to repeat herself if the waiter doesn’t understand her the first time around.

“So (y/n), what do you do for living?” Brian asks, taking a sip of his beer.

“I’m a student.” I answer. “Sports management.”

I don’t realize that I’m nervous until Auston puts his hand on my leg to stop me from jerking it any longer. I look at him and he gives me a reassuring smile, squeezing my thigh softly.

“Oh, so you are planning on working with athletes! She could be your manager, Aus!” Alexandria says cheerily and I smile, shaking my head.

“Auston doesn’t need a new manager.” Ema’s voice is sharp; she almost sounds mad.

I look at her, trying to decipher if she is actually annoyed or not. She is looking straight at me, a frown visible on his face.

“I actually want to work with teams, not athletes.” I say, nervously playing with my rings.

“I’m sure that Auston could help you get into the Maple Leafs team.” Brian comments and Ema’s frown deepens.


 

I’m sitting next to Ema watching the game. Auston has got tickets for all of us, even thought I told him that it wasn’t necessary, that I could get my own ticket. To be honest, I don’t want to be here; I can feel Ema’s discontent with me from a thousand miles away. I’ve tried to make her like me… not even like me, tolerate me, for the last three days and nothing has worked.

The game is tied to one with only two minutes left on the clock. I try to focus on the game, but I’m too busy trying to be as invisible as possible, answering Brian, Breyana and Alexandria’s questions with the smallest amount of words as I possibl can so I don’t say anything that can upset Ema any further. I’m so focus on barely breathing that I don’t even realize that Auston has scored until everyone have jumped off their seats. I get on my feet and applaud, trying to ignore Ema’s disappointed look.


 

“I’m going to bed.” Auston says, getting up from the couch where he is sitting and kissing my temple. “You staying?”

“No, I should leave.” I say, shaking my head and he frowns but doesn’t say anything else.

“Good night, everyone.” He kisses his mom and sisters good night and walks to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

Before I can get up and leave Breyana, Alexandria and Brian excuse themselves as well and go to their rooms, leaving me alone with Ema. I sit there, trying to figure out what to say or do.

“I think that you should go.” Ema says. “For good.”

“For good?” I wonder, feeling sick on my stomach.

“Yes, before you hurt my son.” Her answer stinks deep inside my soul.

“I would never hurt your son on purpose.” I defend myself, getting on my feet. “I love your son.”

“You love his money, his fame and his contacts.” Ema’s accent is even thicker when she is mad and I feel even sicker than before.

“I have never asked him for anything, Ema. Neither do I want him to find me a job.” I say, rising up my voice. “We met on the coffee shop I work on. He kept coming and coming and coming, asking for a large Americano and my number and he didn’t stop until I agreed to give him my number and go on a date with him. Yes, I knew who he was, if I would have wanted to take advantage of him I would have agreed to go on a date the first time he asked.”

Ema and I stare at each other for what it seems like years, trying to read each other’s expressions. It doesn’t seem like Ema has anything else to say, so I grab my coat from the back on the chair it is on and walk towards the front door when I hear her.

“(y/n)… you should stay.” She says and I turn around. “I’m making churros for breakfast.”

I look at her again, but she seems sincere so I nod and hang my coat on the entry’s closet and take my boots off, leaving them on the shoe rack.

“Good night, Ema.” I whisper, realizing that I’ve been yelling all the time.

“Buenas noches, mija.” She answers, giving me a shy smile.

I open Auston’s door and step in, shutting it behind me and leaning on it.

“Come here, baby.” Auston says from the bed, patting the spot next to him. “My mom is scary when she is mad.”

“No kidding.” I say, taking my jeans off and getting in bed besides him.

“Make your banana pancakes for her tomorrow and she will fall in love with you.” He tells me, wrapping his arms around my body.

“That’s how I made you fell in love with me?” I wonder, laughing softly.

“Pretty much.” He jokes and I hit his chest. “I love you, (y/n). And my mom will love you too, just give her a little time to stop being overprotective over his baby boy.”

“She won me over when she said churros, to be honest.”

Auston Matthews - Proud

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I’m SO sorry this took me so long but I wanted to make sure it was perfect and I know nothing about ballet lol But I had so much fun with this, even if I started over like ten times! Thank you for requesting this :D

Request from @i-am-a-lost-girl16  :  Hi! Can I request an Auston Matthews imagine where you’re a dancer and he (and some of the team) come to your performance of the nutcracker? Just lots of cute fluff :) I love your writing!!!

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I really love your blog!! I just feel like recently the fandom has felt discouraging especially with hearing how bap are so underrated and just might not make it to the top anymore. I'm so worried about their future in the industry and really hope they will stay as 6 and as bap. Just hearing the news of sistar disbanding and groups in Kpop disbanding its very worrisome. I feel like even the fandom feels bap will die quickly in the music scene. What are your thought? Hope I'm not bothering u!

I always say this but OF COURSE YOU’RE NOT BOTHERING ME! Thank you for being so kind about my silly little blog - i’m so happy you enjoy my constant on-the-verge-of-hysteria B.A.P-stanning ^^

Hmm..my understanding of the very recent BABY dilemma (and maybe every BABY dilemma lol) is that it stems from the fact that BABYz are fiercely loyal people with soft, easily-hurt hearts. But I kind of like that, because to me it means that even fans that mete out the harshest, most unfair-sounding criticism of our boys do it from a place of genuine concern, about their health, their mental well-being, the prejudices (real or perceived) they might face, and of course, their long-term career prospects. 

We are the very definition of the angsty teenager. We love hard, we are good people, we surround ourselves with good people but no one seems to care about any of this, they don’t even care to know. So, like any textbook teen, we take that neglect, that negativity, and turn in inwards: “They don’t like me, so there must be something wrong with me.” 

They don’t pay attention to B.A.P, so what are the boys/fans/TS doing wrong?” 

And my answer to this is simple, don’t sell our boys down the river, don’t take what they have achieved for granted. I say this constantly, but if you are fan who lived through the lawsuit you know, we lost them, they were gone, we had almost no hope. And then somehow they were back. They’re dropping albums (good albums) every other day, they’re doing music shows, variety shows, musicals (!!), producing, choreography, world tours (that are actually world tours), they win awards and top charts worldwide and they achieved all of this on their own terms, and in such a tightly controlled industry this is rare, to say the least. Could things be easier? Yes, but life doesn’t work like that, for anybody.

Honestly, I’m thankful everyday that this is their life, their career. They get all the perks of being an established, respected, popular (yes, popular) group without many of the pitfalls that come with immense, uncontrollable fame. 

B.A.P have so much more to offer than simply being trendy or popular, they are so much more than that. Things can go from 0 to 100 to 0 again, but talent and hard work will always be appreciated in the end. I sincerely believe that.

People always cite NOIR as the perfect example of their talent being ‘slept on’ and they’re right, of course they’re right…but I don’t care. The fact they got to make NOIR - or Carnival or Kingdom or ROSE - is a miracle itself. What magnificent pieces of artistry, and we get to listen to them everyday, ten times a day if we want. We’re so lucky, and the boys seem happy and so that’s it. Those two things are totally enough for full, rich, stan life ^^

The most important thing is that they’re here, we’re here, and we have this time. Why waste it worrying about the wholly unpredictable future? Trust Yongguk when he says, one way or another, “the 6 of us will always be together.

I have never needed articles, awards or opinions to validate my love for B.A.P and especially their music. It sounds naive, but my key to a happy fan life is to simply support them, in any way you can and things will work themselves out.  

So just enjoy it, enjoy every tweet, every Insta post, every vlive, MV, album, live performance, every solo, everything - wrap yourself in a blanket of B.A.P.

And stay there, where it’s safe and warm ^^

Asthma Attack

Not requested, but this idea has been on my mind for a while because I think we all need worried, concerned boyfriend Shawn. Also who had asthma when they were younger or still have it?? 🙋🏻 I never had bad asthma attacks so sorry if this is inaccurate. Just focus on how adorable worried/protective Shawn is. 

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Shawn is spending the week in LA to do some writing so he asked you to come along so that you two could spend some time together and explore the city whenever he had time off. You agreed, but you didn’t realize until you were already in LA that it wasn’t a great idea because it made your asthma act up. When you were younger, you used to have really bad asthma. As you grew older, you grew out of it a bit, but you still have to deal with it and worry about it once in a while, but for the most part it doesn’t affect your everyday life.

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The anxiety is mostly gone. I haven’t had a huge panic attack in a few days. But the sadness of my depression has returned. It feels almost like a painful pit in my chest that I can’t seem to get rid of or ignore. The sadness overwhelms me and fills my eyes with tears much of the time. I’m on a new antidepressant, but I don’t have much hope for it. The last bunch I’ve tried have been failures and this one feels no different. 

There is a new treatment option put before me. Something offered at my doctor’s office now. Ketamine. They’ve had some impressive results relieving depression with injections. Some people see results the first day of taking the medicine. Unfortunately it is a not a commonly accepted treatment for depression yet and is not covered by insurance. It costs $100 per shot. They may last a week. They may last a month. I don’t even know if it will help or not, but I am scrounging the money together to at least give it a try. If it does work. I’ll have to figure out the money part later. 

The days are so hard to get through. I try to do my normal things. Work on my tumblr and my comic. I’m afraid photography is just too hard to do right now. Which I think adds to my sadness. I’ve had to cancel visits with friends because I can’t find the energy for even a short visit and they all live sort of far away. Seeing them for five or ten minutes would not be practical. I have my parents and Otis, which does help a little. Having their support has been integral to keeping going, but it’s just not enough to pull me out of this slump. 

I guess this is my all time low. My friend mentioned that she doesn’t think she has ever seen me this distraught. I’ve had some rough patches before, but I must agree, this one is a doozy. I still have the will to live. I don’t think about killing myself. But I don’t feel much like I am actually living. Just merely existing. Hope is so hard to come by. I have this expensive shot that might help, and there is still shock therapy, but beyond that, I don’t know what else could pull me out of this. 

I’ve had to adapt to my health failing before. I’ve taken my new “normal” and figured out a way to make some kind of life out of it. But I’m really afraid that this time I won’t be able to adapt. I won’t be able to solve how to live with my health continuing on like this. It scares me and adds to my anxieties. I have two close friends that I talk to on a regular basis and I have had so much trouble keeping up communication. This deep sadness I feel is so damning. 

I wish I had more hopeful things to say. Maybe these ketamine shots will be an answer for me. Maybe shock therapy will be. Maybe I will just gradually work my way out of this pit of sadness. I don’t know. I guess I will just try to keep going. One day at a time. 

Welcome Home.

pairing ; chris x reader

summary ; after four years, you’re finally back in new york with your best friend; you’re finally back home.

words ; 4,706 (wowza. this was all written, first, too.)

warnings ; references??

note ; i had some inspiration from the fic “When You Come Home” by @teamgtnw

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Everyone has something they call home. This thing could be a place, person, object, animal, even a smell. Of course, it’s different for everyone ─ most say that “Home” was the house they shared with their parents currently or during their childhood. Some would say home is the feeling of happiness, caused by being in their birth town, or the block they grew up on.

You, however, considered it to be a culmination of things. Alongside the stereotypical place, you found comfort in the smell of New York; specifically, a street in The Bronx that you grew up on in the quiet side of the big place, where couples walked the streets, runners smiled and laughed at the dogs they were jogging with; where families could be out with a mild fear of being mugged by some druggie or poor guy in need of some money; where happiness seemed to be one of the most prominent emotions and one of the only words to describe the place and your feelings upon walking around it.

Your favorite place, as dumb as it sounds, was the little coffee shop at the end of the street. The workers were always changing there, seeing as they were all teenagers wanting more money or just starting college and need a way to pay for their loans because their parents sure-as-hell weren’t doing it alone. At one point, that had been you, when you still went to community college.

You remembered loving working there, as you always had light-hearted conversations with the customers and relationships with the regulars. But once you got your first two years of college done, you headed off to a big university across the country, staying there for about four years to get your masters. Then, you came back home with high hopes of achieving something great, something that made an impact, no matter how big.

Your dream had always been to be involved in dancing or music, specifically for Broadway. And as crazy and farout as it sounds, you knew you could make it there someday ─ someday.

The distinct smell of coffee beans and oven pastries filled your senses as you walked into the coffee shop you adored so much. People were too caught up in their own conversations to acknowledge your entrance, which was normal. A fuzzy feeling filled you when you took a deep breath and let your senses be bombarded by the homey smell. The sounds of clinking plates and brewing coffee and buzzing of light conversations about work, coffee, the need to finish a paper and get some sleep filled your ears, as well.

What you noticed out of all of that, though, was the echoing, familiar voice of someone you knew all-too-well. The voice was deep but soft, forming words that were so beautifully put together, yet only said because they worked with everything else he was singing about. This one was about working two jobs, brewing coffee, and still enjoying the life he was give. The optimism he had in his words was what seemed to keep the rest of coworkers going, smiling and giving him beats or backup vocals.

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One Day // Ten Chittaphon

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the prompt: can you do a chittaphon scenario where him and the reader are baby sitting the reader’s little sister or nephew n then start talking about the future n like having children bc children r cute, to sum it up fluff fluff fluff!!

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category:fluff fluff fluff

author note: i love kids. like it took awhile, but the little buggers grew on me tbh. here’s ten being adorable :’) note: i will just be using Y/n/n for your nephews name. also ten’s new selfies why must he do this to me

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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 –

*look up*

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.