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prompt no. 252

She circled her hand over the back of the eight month old, whose face had turned bright red from crying. “Kiddo…”

hello everyone! here is a fluffy modern au of jamie and claire with a wee bree for your enjoyment; hopefully it is as fun to read as it was to write!

as always, a massive thank you and lots of love to my amazing tss girls, and ENDLESS amounts of love and thanks to all of you, who have made this amazing blog possible (and so much fun!), we really couldn’t do it without you. it’s hard to believe we’ve nearly hit 300 followers already! you all continue to astound us. 

xoxo, the teeniest bairn [ @cagedbirdsong ]

She circled her hand over the back of the eight month old, whose face had turned bright red from crying. “Kiddo…” Claire cupped her hand at the back of Brianna’s head, bouncing her gently. “Come on, sweetheart, please stop crying for Mummy. You have a clean diaper, and your belly’s full. Why are you so upset?”

Brianna wailed into her shoulder in response, hiccuping in distress and beating her tiny fists against her mother’s collarbones. “Maaaaaaaaaaa,” she whimpered, sniffling.

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howeverlongittakes23  asked:

Hello. :) Can I please have a prompt where Bree overhears Fergus call Jamie and Claire mum and dad? Please and thanks! :)

Brianna jerked awake – limbs and mind flailing amid the strange, scratchy sheets and lumpy mattress –

Ah. The loft in Fergus and Marsali’s printshop - *new* printshop, she mentally corrected, heart clenching at just the thought of Henri-Christian.

They had arrived late last night on an emissary from the Ridge – coming to not only see Fergus and Marsali and the girls in person, but also to bring word of Germain and Ian and Rachel and Oggy and general goings-on in the backcountry.

And, of course, to learn whatever Fergus could tell them what he had learned from the secret, tangled web of relationships he had so carefully crafted – what news of the war, of the generals, of the Loyalists, that would interest her parents.

But all that was for today, and tomorrow, and the next day – she and Roger and Fergus and Marsali had barely spoken last night, they had arrived so late. Today was for catching up – for savoring time with people she never thought she would see again.

Roger snored beside her. A glance to the pallet on the floor to their right confirmed Jem was still out. But there was a telltale gap between her and Roger on the mattress…

“Bonjour, mademoiselle Mandy,” Fergus’ sleepy voice floated up from the main floor of the printshop. “Did you climb down that ladder all by yourself?”

“Esmerelda helped,” she insisted. “And I’m big enough to do it.”

Fergus laughed softly. Brianna couldn’t remember the last time she had heard that sound.

“Do you remember me, from when you were small?”

“No. Mama said I was just a baby when we went back. Ye ken about the stones?”

Did he? Surely he knew *something* - Ian knew, and Auntie Jenny knew –

“Yes, I know about them. You are very special – you and your brother and your parents, that you can travel.”

Brianna could almost hear her daughter shrug. “Grannie can do it too.”

“Yes, she can. You know I met her not too long after she came through, the first time?”

“You *did*?”

“Yes – in France.”

“But the stones are in Scotland.”

“So they are – but your Grandda and Grannie travelled to France. I met them there.”

Roger reached a warm hand to caress her shoulder.

“Were you born in France?”


“But you’re Mama’s brother. *She* was born in Boston.”

Roger’s hand stilled. Brianna silently took in a breath – of *course* that’s how Mandy would see Fergus – the father of her cousin Germain. Half-siblings, adopted siblings – none of it mattered, as they were all family. But did Fergus see it that way? She knew Da had given him the Fraser name, but –

“I’m – I’m not *really* related to her. I don’t know who my parents were.”

A long pause. “That’s verra sad.”

“It is – and it made me sad for a long time. But it doesn’t matter anymore.”


Roger scooted closer on the bed, curving his front along her back.

“Because your Grandda and Grannie are my true parents. They care for me, and love me, even when they did not need to.”

She turned to face Roger, nuzzling against him. Heart so full with love.


“Because they are the best people I have ever known. When you are big one day, you will understand.”

Mandy huffed.

Roger kissed Brianna’s forehead.

“What happened to your hand? Are you a pirate?”

“I think I’ll go rescue him,” Brianna whispered.

“He’ll be just fine,” Roger murmured. “Let them get to know each other, aye?”

“A pirate?” Fergus’ voice was exquisitely patient.

“A pirate!” Mandy exclaimed. “Only pirates have hooks for hands.”

“No, *ma petite* - I am a printer.”

“A printer? That’s so *boring*.”

“Well, Mandy – tell that to your Grandda the next time you see him. He will tell you otherwise.” 


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anonymous asked:

AU - Brianna is 10. Her parents work way too much & hardly have time for each other. Clever daughter devises a surprise plan to bring parents together for a date night. Lots of fluff if you like. Thanks!

Brianna was sick of her parents passing like speeding trains on a track. Her mother was invariably at the hospital and her father was constantly at the office. The part that really annoyed her? She was stuck at home with her Uncle Murtagh, the crankiest old man alive who would trick her into learning something new every day. She secretly loved him dearly for it, despite her very vocal protestations to the contrary.

One day when her uncle was showing her how to fix a carburetor, she hatched an idea. An idea so complicated, and fantastic, that she would need some help making it happen. Fortunately, she knew the perfect person to help her orchestrate such an undertaking.

Goistidh Moo? I need your help.” she announced. “Mama and Da are never home. Their anniversary is in two weeks and I want them to be together. For the whole day.”

“Oh, aye?” he remarked. “And how do you propose the two of us achieve such a lofty goal?”

With her hands on her hips, Brianna bestowed her uncle with a look of indignation. They both knew she was smart enough to figure out a way to get what she whilewanted. He was goading her just to be annoying and succeeding marvelously.

“You tell them separately that you’re worried about me. While you’re doing that I’ll work on looking sad.” she retorted. “Obviously.”

He nodded in agreement, “Not a bad idea at all, wee'un.”


It was the day of her parents’ anniversary and her plan had been going marvelously. Her uncle had mentioned on multiple occasions  how he was concerned for his young goddaughter while she had taken to sighing loudly and reading Shakespeare’s tragedies in their original Old English.

Both her parents kissed her goodbye and told her to have a good day with her uncle. She nodded sadly as they walked out the door.

That evening the devious pair completed their assigned tasks and walked down to their local.

Brianna watched the door nervously, waiting for her parents to come into view. Her uncle gently squeezed her arm to reassure her.

“Dinna fash! I took care of it. They’ll be here.”

Sure enough, both came crashing through the door a few minutes later and collided in front of their daughter.

“Brianna Ellen Julia Fraser! Why did I get a call telling me you’d gone missing?”

Before she answered she put her hand up, gesturing for them to sit down.  Her uncle did the same with a few movements of his head.

They sat down next to each other to await the reply.

“It’s your anniversary today and I want you to spend the next twenty four hours together. Alone.” she demanded. “And in case you forgot, this is where you had your first date.”

Her Uncle Murtagh took her hand, “We’ll meet to here tomorrow. Have yourself sorted by then.”

Her parents sat there agape as the pair walked out the door.

Needless to say, this was the first story Brianna told her little brother and repeated it every year on his birthday.

anonymous asked:

what are the admins favorite angst fics? also i love this blog so much thank you brianna and may!

hello my dear! first of all, THANK YOU FOR ASKING FOR ANGST FICS I LITERALLY ONLY LIVE FOR ANGST FICS. you have no idea how excited i was to answer this, ask Brianna. second of all, thank you for loving the blog, it loves you too <3

now prepare yourself for the onslaught of angst fics:

‣ The Still Point (Of The Turning World) by inkingbrushes
this fic. oh my god this fic literally ruined me. if i think of yoonseok i think of this fic. it is one of THE BEST yoonseok fics that i’ve ever read in my entire existence on this planet. anyway, soulmate au, but where yoongi and hoseok go through multiple lives, but only yoongi remembers and hoseok always dies before him.

Amen by Fiathe
hgngdfkdjs. i’ve literally shed tears reading this fic. it was SO angsty and gave me a lot of pain, so basically perfection. i definitely recommend reading it. yoonseok live in a very very homophobic village. that’s all i’m gonna give you.

Slow Motion (See Me Let Me Go) by thedirtunderyourskin
okay, before you read this fic, i have to warn you that first, it does not have a happy ending, and second, it can be extremely triggering, so please be careful. but, this fic was yet another one that made me cry, so i recommend it if you would like angst. yoonseok fuck. yoongi is in love with hoseok, hoseok is pretty much in love with him too but doesn’t wanna accept it bc internalized homophobia is a thing and yoongi gets depressed. all of this is in very simple terms.

 often a sweetness by deuxoiseaux
bascially an fake dating au, and i LOVED it. it doesn’t have as much angst as the ones above, but it’s really good too!!

 Dead Leaves and Spring Flowers by infinitizeit
okay i loooooooooove this fic so much. yet another soulmate au, but with a twist ;) hoseok is soulmates with jimin, taehyung and yoongi don’t have soulmates, but taehyung and jimin fall in love and chaos ensues. literally one of the most amazing soulmate au’s ever.

‣ All I ever wanted (Was a part of you that I couldn’t break) by inkingbrushes
okay this is another fic that can be very very triggering and has questionable material. yoongi suffers mentally and only really ins’t an asshole to hoseok, hoseok messes up bc he doesn’t really get why yoongi is being an asshole, and all hell breaks loose. read at your own risk

so this is all that came up in my head, but i hope this is enough to quench your angst thirst!! thank you for asking for this i had fun making it!!

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anonymous asked:

So sorry if you've already answered this, but is it ever made clear exactly how much Brianna knows about what happened between JAMMF and BJR? Re-reading DoA and the talk between Jamie and Bree in the barn, I couldn't remember if we see Claire telling Bree or if it's one of the parts that we learn she's been told later. Thanks!

Here is the bit you’re referring to:

“Did you kill Jack Randall?”  

  He froze for a moment, the jug still tilted over the cup. Then he turned the jug carefully upright, and set it down on the floor.  

  “And where will ye have heard that name?” he asked. He looked at her straight on, his voice as level as his eyes. “From your father, maybe? From Frank Randall?”  

  “Mother told me about him.”  

  A muscle twitched near the corner of his mouth, the only outward indication of shock.  

  “Did she.”  

  It wasn’t a question, but she answered it anyway.  

   "She told me what—what happened. What he d-did to you. At Wentworth.“  

  Her small spurt of courage was exhausted, but it didn’t matter; she was in too deep to go back now. He simply sat and looked at her, the gourd cup forgotten in his hand. She longed to take it and drain it herself, but didn’t dare.  

  It occurred to her, much too late, that he might think it a betrayal that Claire had told anyone, let alone her. She rushed ahead, babbling in her nervousness.  

  "It wasn’t now; it was before—I didn’t know you—she thought I’d never meet you. I mean—I don’t think—-I know she didn’t mean to—” He raised one eyebrow at her.  

  “Be still, aye?”

So I *do* think Claire told Brianna the broad strokes of what happened to Jamie - based on the below passage from earlier in Drums:

“They’re in the Colony of North Carolina, but they dinna live near any town,” Jenny explained. “Jamie writes a bit in the evenings when he can, and keeps the bits all by him, till either he or Fergus takes the journey down to Cross Creek, or a traveler passes by who will carry the letter. That suits him; he doesna write easy—especially since he broke his hand that time ago.“ 

…"Thank you,” Brianna murmured, taking the stool. So perhaps Jenny didn’t know everything about Jamie and Black Jack Randall? The notion that she might know things about this unseen man that not even his beloved sister knew was in a way unsettling. To dismiss the thought, she hurriedly opened the letter.

And the reason why Brianna knows about it is because Claire told her, never expecting she would ever meet Jamie - because she would want Brianna to know just how much her father would do for those he loves.

How much he did for her, his daughter.

First Time

Request : (Pre-Apocalypse) Negan and his wife get married. She saved herself for marriage so Negan tries to make the night as special as possible.

A/N: I know, I know, another late post. I swear you guys, I really tried to post at a normal time. But thank you to the person who requested this one shot. I really loved writing it. If anyone else has any requests, don’t be afraid to message me :) Also, the flu and stomach bug are currently going around my house and I am not feeling to great at the moment. So there may or may not be an update on Sunday. I’ll have to wait to see how I feel :( 

Negan watched her from afar as she stood in front of one of the many tables in the reception hall, talking to a group of people he was pretty sure were some of her friends from college.

He took the time to run his eyes up and down her body while sipping his whisky. The long, white, dress she was wearing hugged her body perfectly. When he first saw her in it just a couple hours ago, he had barely supressed his moan of approval. The way it molded to her was enough to make his dick twitch in his pants. He couldn’t wait until they could head back to their hotel room.

He had a lot planned for the night. After all, it was a special night. Not only would it be the start of their honeymoon, but it would also be her first time. Negan would be lying if he said he hadn’t been shocked when he found out she was still a virgin at twenty seven years old. He could still remember the embarrassment on her face when she told him.

It had been after their fourth or fifth date when she had invited him into her apartment for some coffee. Negan had thought he knew what that meant but when he tried sneaking his hand into her jeans while they were making out on her couch, he found out he was wrong. When she had first said it, he thought he had heard her wrong.

You wanna fucking run that by me again?”

She groaned and ran her hands over her face in embarrassment. After a few minutes of silence, she took a deep breath before speaking again.

I’m a virgin.”

At first, Negan didn’t believe her. He laughed and told her how funny she was. It wasn’t until she dropped her hands and he saw the scowl on her face that he knew she wasn’t joking.

Clearing his throat, he settled his hands on her hips.

“Sorry. I fucking mean’t how?”

I want to save myself until marriage.”

That had shocked him even more. But after he met her parents and realized she had grown up in an old school Italian family, he understood.

But now that they were married, Negan was ready to show her everything she had been missing out on and more.

If he had his way, they wouldn’t have even gone to the reception. They would have gone up to their hotel room and put the do not disturb sign on the door.

But she had insisted they go, especially since her parents had paid for the reception. With a disgruntled sigh, he gripped her hand and walked into the reception.

As they were waiting to walk in, Negan looked down at his new bride.

Do we have to fucking stay here long?”

He watched as she looked up at him. Her large brown eyes looked up into his as she rolled them.

Negan, don’t you want to celebrate? We did just get married.”

Negan smirked and tugged her closer to him.

Fuck yea I want to celebrate. But I’ve got something else in fucking mind.”

He gave a cocky laugh when he saw her cheeks turn red. He knew she wanted it as much as he did.

Biting her lip, she locked eyes with him once again.

Do you think you can manage three hours? Then we can go.”

Negan smirked and pecked her lips.

“Sounds fucking good to me, Doll.”

Turning around to look at the clock, Negan saw the three hours were almost up. Looking back to where his she was, he saw her say goodbye to her friends before heading over to her mother. The two spoke quickly before she walked off towards the back room where the coats were.

Smirking, he downed the rest of his drink and placed the empty glass on a random table before following her.

Being as quiet as he could, he stepped into the room and saw she was going through a purse. His smirk grew as he took in her bent over form. He silently shut the door before clearing his throat.

“Well now ain’t this a pretty fucking sight.”

He heard her yelp before quickly turning around. She placed a hand against her racing heart and huffed.

“Jesus Negan! You scared me.”

Negan smirked and slowly walked towards her.

“My fucking apologies, Brianna. Wouldn’t wanna give my new wife a fucking heart attack.”

Brianna rolled her eyes at her husband.

“Then don’t sneak up on me.”

Negan just laughed as he stopped in front of her. He lent his head to the side and poked his tongue out between his teeth.

The pair stood in silence for a few minutes. Brianna could feel her heartbeat quicken when she saw the way Negan was looking her up and down.

He stepped forwards and placed his hands on her hips.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?”

Brianna sighed softly and lent into him. She silently inhaled his scent. A scent that always made her feel better and comforted her.

“I’ve got a headache. I was trying to find the tylenol my mom has.”

Negan nodded as he rubbed his hands up and down her back.

“You know what a good fucking cure for a headache is?”

Brianna hummed and Negan smirked again. “A good fuck.”

Brianna’s breath hitched when his hand trailed over her ass before going traveling back up to the top of her dress where the zipper was. While he was doing this, he buried his face into the side of her neck and started nipping and kissing the skin.

She felt her heart start to beat faster. Part from pleasure and part from nerves. She knew their time was coming and now that it was here, her nerves had raised to new levels.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she turned her head to look at him.

“W-what about the party?”

Negan looked up at her and grinned.

“Sweetheart, almost everyone is fucking gone. Besides, you fucking promised me three hours and three hours is fucking up.”

Brianna knew he was right. She did promise him three hours. She knew she was just trying to stall. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be with Negan that way because she did. God knows she did. There were many times during their relationship that she almost said to hell with it and jumped him. But there was always something holding her back. It was mostly the fear of what if she wasn’t good? What if she was awful and Negan decided he didn’t want to be with her anymore?

She knew that thought was irrational but she couldn’t help it.

Come on, Brianna. Don’t be such a baby. You know you can trust Negan. She thought to herself. Taking a deep breath, she placed a soft kiss on his temple.


Negan grinned and stood up to his full height.

“Let’s go fucking tell every one that the party is fucking over.”

Brianna allowed Negan to pull the main hall. After telling everybody thank you and goodbye, Brianna and Negan headed back up to their hotel room. They would be staying the night in the hotel they got married in before heading to the airport in the morning to catch their flight to Hawaii.

Brianna let out a soft giggle when the elevator doors shut. Negan had pulled her so her back was against his chest and he buried his face back into her neck

“God I can’t fucking wait to see what is underneath that fucking dress.”

She could feel the beginnings of an erection poking her in the back, making her gasp softly.

“I-I got something to change into.”

Negan growled.

“Well I certainly like the fucking sound of that.”

When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, Negan grabbed Brianna’s hand and led her down the hall and to their room. He unlocked their door but before Brianna could go in, Negan swept her off her feet, making her squeal with laughter.

Negan grinned and walked through the doorway of their room. Setting her down on her feet, he watched as she kicked her heels off before going over to her bags and grabbing a small one that said Victoria’s Secret.

“I’ll be right back.” She lent up and kissed his cheek. Negan smacked her ass as she walked by, making her yelp.

“You’ve got five fucking minutes or I’ll break the fucking door down.”

Brianna rolled her eyes and walked into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her. Setting the bag on the counter, she took a few deep breaths before unzipping her wedding dress. Pushing it down her body, she picked it up and hung it on the back of the door before pulling out the contents of the bed.

Earlier in the week, she had been out shopping with her sister, Cassie, when she saw the perfect lingerie for her wedding night. She knew it would make Negan drool.

The set consisted off a sheer mesh and lace bra. It came with matching panties and stockings.

Taking off her white lace bra and panties, she pulled on her new clothes. Brianna had to admit, she looked good. She couldn’t help but stare at herself in the mirror. Out in the bedroom, she heard Negan unzip his pants and her heart started to beat faster.

“Fucking hurry up in there, Baby. Someone is out here and they’re very fucking excited to meet you.”

Brianna blushed and looked back in the mirror. Reaching up, she pulled out all the bobby pins that were keeping her hair up. She sighed contently when her chocolate brown hair fell down her back, the curls still bouncy. She touched up her make up before deciding it was time to head out.

“You can do this, Brianna.” She reassured herself as she reached for the doorknob. She slowly opened the door and stepped out. Their eyes locked and Brianna couldn’t help but look him over as he did the same to her.

He had shed his tux and was now sitting on the bed in just his boxers. His black hair was still slicked back and his brown eyes had darkened to the point where they looked black.

Something out of the corner of her eye made her break eye contact with him. It was then she noticed the ten or so candles that were now lit and scattered around the room.

“Holy fuck.” She heard him hiss. Negan got up from the bed and walked over to her. Gripping her chin, he pulled her face up to his. “Do you know how hard you just fucking made me? I could break fucking glass.”

Brianna blushed again and flickered her eyes once again to the candles.

“Where did you get all these?”

Negan smirked and followed her eyes. He had a feeling she would like this.

“A lot of them I fucking took from the apartment. I wanted our first fucking night together to be fucking special.”

Brianna could cry. She knew of Negan’s past. She knew he was considered the king of one night stands before they had met. So for him to do this for her, made her feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

“I love it.” She whispered, her eyes glistening with tears.

“I’m fucking glad. Do you know fucking hard it was to get them here? I didn’t want you to fucking hear them in my bags.”

Brianna laughed and sniffled. She turned her head back to Negan and threw her arms around his neck before pressing her lips against his in an open mouth kiss. Negan groaned and took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. He dropped his hand from her chin and settled for wrapping his arms around her waist.

When Brianna felt her lungs burning, she pulled away.

“Make love to me, Negan.”

Negan smirked down at her. He kissed her again before pulling away slightly, his breath fanning over her lips.

“Your wish is my fucking command.”

He picked her up so her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her over to the bed. He laid her down on the bed before crawling on top of her.

He started placing kisses on her neck again as he trailed his fingetips over her stomach. Brianna felt a shiver run down her spine. She gasped when he cupped her right breast through her bra. Negan moved his head from her neck and pulled the cup of her bra down so he could latch onto her nipple.

Brianna tossed her head back and moaned loudly as he swirled his tongue around and sucked on her sensitive peak.

“Oh god” she said. She could feel herself getting even wetter. She had never been this wet before.

Negan was the same. He was painfully hard and all he wanted to do was bury himself in Brianna but he was determined to take it slow and make it as special as he could. This was a whole new thing for both of them.

“Fuck baby.” He reached around and unclipped her bra before throwing it on the ground. Brianna went to cover herself but Negan stopped her. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”

He pulled her arms away and grinned down at her.

“You’ve been fucking holding out on me, Doll. These are fucking beautiful.”

Brianna moaned when both of his large, rough hands, cupped each of her breasts.

Feeling bold, Brianna reached a hand down to stroke Negan through his boxers. Negan groaned and closed his eyes as her hand moved up and down his shaft.

The more she stroked, the closer Negan was to cumming and he was in no way ready to cum. His eyes snapped open and he reached down, grabbing her hand and pinning it to the bed.

“You’re gonna fucking make me cum and I’m trying to be a fucking gentleman here.”

He bent down and connected their lips again. Their tongues fought for dominance, Negan’s ultimately winning.

Negan was the first to pull away and he started kissing down her stomach. Brianna’s chest was heaving up and down and she was sure her heart was going to jump out of her chest when he stopped just above her panties.

“Let’s fucking see what else you’ve been fucking hiding from me.” Letting her arm go, he used both hands to pull her panties down her legs leaving her in just her stockings.

Brianna closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart when she felt Negan placing kisses up and down her legs and lower abdomen. She moaned softly at the feel of his beard on her inner thighs. Her eyes flew open when she felt the first flick of his tongue against her wet heat.

“You taste so fucking good, Brie.” Negan grinned as she licked her up and down. Brianna felt like her whole body was on fire. Her hips had started to move on their own, humping against Negan’s face. Negan chuckled and pinned them down with his arm. “Take it fucking easy, Doll. Enjoy the fucking ride.”

Brianna’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her hand reached down to grip Negan’s hair, earning her a growl in response.

“Don’t stop, Negan.” She panted. Her back arched off the bed when his lips wrapped around her clit.

“You gonna fucking cum for me?” His finger teased her tight entrance, making her tense up slightly.


“Shh…Fucking trust me, okay?”

Brianna opened her eyes and looked down at him. She slowly nodded and laid back. She gasped when she felt him push one of his long fingers inside of her.

Negan couldn’t help the loud moan he let out when he felt the way she clenched around his finger.

“Jesus-fucking-Christ, Brianna. Now I really just wanna fucking bury my fucking dick inside this tight little pussy.”

He started to move his finger inside of her. It took a little getting used to but when he started lapping at her clit again, Brianna started moaning louder and louder.

“Negan I-oh fuck! It feels so good!”

“You never fucking answered me. You gonna fucking cum for me?”

Brianna bit her lip and eagerly nodded. She felt her stomach begin to tighten and her vision started to go black around the edges when she felt an intense orgasm wash over her.

“Negan!” She screamed, her hand tightening in his hair while the other grasped the sheets below her. Negan let her hips move against his face as she rode out her orgasm.

When she collapsed back onto the bed, Negan pulled back and grinned, his face and beard covered in her juices. He slowly pulled his finger out of her and happily licked it clean. Grabbing a tissue from the side of the bed, he wiped his face. Throwing it away, he pushed his boxers off before climbing back on top of her.

“Baby?” He passionately kissed her. It took a few seconds before she started kissing back. “There you fucking are. I thought I’d fucking lost you.”

Brianna shook her head, placing a hand against her heaving chest.

“T-that was incredible.”

Negan smirked.

“It’s only going to get fucking better.”

That was when Brianna felt the tip of his member brushing against her entrance.

“Tell me to fucking stop and I will.” Negan said, suddenly very serious. Brianna swallowed harshly and looked up at him, giving him a slight nod.

That was all he needed before he pushed forward.

Brianna gasped and tears stung her eyes when he pushed through her barrier. Negan groaned when she immediately clenched around him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He hissed, trying to control himself. All he wanted to do was ram into her but he knew he couldn’t. Not yet. Not her first time.

When he didn’t hear her, he looked down and saw tears were streaming down her face and her hands where gripping the sheets so hard, her knuckles were white.

“Hey, fucking look at me.” Brianna turned her eyes to his. “You okay? Cause I’ll fucking stop.”

Brianna shook her head.

“I’m fine. J-just go slow please.”

Negan smirked and flicked his tongue out to lick his lips.

“I’ll go at whatever fucking pace you need me to.” He bent down and softly kissed her lips. “Just fucking relax, Brie. Let me fucking handle everything.”

Brianna nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck. She loved how sweet he was being. Negan wasn’t normally the kind to be all sweet so when he was, it made Brianna feel that much more loved. It was just another side that she got to see and no one else.

She felt Negan pull out before slowly pushing back in.

Brianna grunted uncomfortably but she was determined to see this through. She wanted this so badly. She trusted Negan and knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.

For the first few minutes they were trying to figure out a rhythm. Brianna was relieved when she finally felt the pain subside and be replaced by pleasure.

“Fuck your pussy feels so fucking good.” He grunted, leaning down to attack her neck again. Brianna moaned her nails digging into his back.

“Right there,” she said, her hips moving in time with his. She gasped when he moved his hips and hit a particular spot that made her see stars.

“Negan!” She moaned, louder this time. Negan gave a throaty moan and sped up. Nothing in the world would ever compare to hearing Brianna moan his name.

Their bodies began to get a thin layer of sweat on them as they both came closer to their orgasms.

“I’m so close” she said. Negan nodded.

“I fucking know sweetheart. I’m right there fucking with you. Fuck!” Another loud moan escaped his throat as he moved even faster, trying to give them what they both desperately wanted.

Brianna opened her mouth to say something but stopped when she felt the most incredible sensation wash over her. Her body started to convulse as her back arched off the bed.

Her orgasm rocked through her body like she had never felt before. Negan hissed as her nails dug into him and she clenched him. A couple more thrusts and he joined her in bliss. They both moaned each others names as Negan spilled his seed inside of her. Brianna gasped at the feeling but was far to gone to car.

Her body dropped back onto the bed, exhausted. Both were breathing hard as they came down from their highs.

Brianna let out a slight moan as he pulled out of her. He rolled next to her, looking over to see her chest was still heaving up and down.

“You fucking good?” He asked. Brianna smiled and nodded, looking over at him.

“I’m amazing. That was amazing.” Negan smirked.

“You sure know how to fucking make a man feel fucking good about himself.”

Brianna laughed as Negan pulled her so she was laying on his chest. He reached down and grabbed a blanket, covering their nakes bodies.

“I hope you fucking know we’ll be doing more of that tonight.”

Brianna grinned and picked her head up to look at him.

“I can’t wait.”

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Searching for a Message

This ficlet is part of the Claire returns early with Bree AU which begins with A Ringing Phone and a Folder.

This ficlet is a direct continuation from Marks on the Door

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Available on AO3 as The Nature of Choice.

This is an Outlander canon divergence AU.

As always, let me know what you think.

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anonymous asked:

HELLO :3 Do you have any fratboy/college fics? Thank you!!!

hello anon! brianna and i have got your back :) here we go!:

‣ Conversations And Exhortations To One Min Yoongi by shikae (39smooth)
i LOVE LOVE LOVE this fic. it’s yoonseok crack and bascially everyone fears yoongi, hoseok doesn’t know why and they fall in love.

Maquillage by imasinner
this fic was so adorble. basically jimin draws dicks on hoseok’s face w permanent marker, hoseok can’t get it off, yoongi is the only one on their floor (apartment) that knows how to use makeup and also has a HUGE crush on hoseok. and voila, the story continues from there.

The Two Billion Songs On Love by lexwrites
the only frat au i could find but so great!!! bts live in a frat house, hoseok joins and yoongi is kind of like ‘wtf how is he so happy 24/7′ and eventually falls in love with hoseok but hoseok has a boyfriend, etc.

He’s a Gentleman by infinitizeit
hoseok has an annoying ex, yoongi comes to the rescue and it’s adorable.

Let’s Try And Try Again by forjimin
yoonseok are childhood friends turned into fwb and it’s this whole mess of things when they both fall in love with each other. warning though, it’s pretty angsty and there are mentions of emotional and child abuse.

i hope this was enough!! 

- admin may

Your Savior - 21

Thank you all so much for your patience with me on getting this chapter out! Going to Walker Stalker Con was a huge, amazing, time consuming, energy sucking adventure that made it impossible to write! But now I am back and ready for action, freshly full of JDM inspiration!

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Chapter 21


Swearing, serious feels

“It was Davis.”

Immediately Negan tensed around you. You pulled away from his chest slightly to see that his face had gone cold and blank. He wasn’t your Negan anymore; Negan the Leader of the Saviors was back. 

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Your Savior - 20

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Chapter 20


Swearing, Negan being Negan, mentions of past sexual assault, zombie threat and action

Dinner that evening was the most pleasant one that you could remember at The Sanctuary. News of Brianna’s pregnancy had spread quickly, causing several Saviors to stop by the table to offer their congrats, slapping Brian on the back in encouragement. You pushed back any thoughts of Negan or Davis and focused entirely on the happy couple, enjoying an almost normal evening. If not for the moans of the dead affixed to the fence drifting in from outside, you could almost have forgotten about the current state of the world. 

The encouragements showed no signs of slowing even as dinner time came to a close. Taking your turn to be the intuitive friend for once, you noticed how overwhelmed and tired Brianna was getting and came to her rescue, getting to your feet while discreetly tugging at the back of her shirt.

“Bri, would you like to take a quick walk around outside with me before turning in for the night? I could use the fresh air. You boys go ahead and keep celebrating though! I’m sure Brian wouldn’t mind a drink or two down in the rec room, would you Brian?” You added with a wink in his direction. The boisterous men didn’t need telling twice, shouting down any objections Brian may have had and all but dragging him towards the rec room while you and Brianna made your way outside into the cool evening air.

“Oh my god. Thanks for that!” Brianna exclaimed, sighing through a smile. She began a slow pace along the perimeter fencing, a path the two of you had walked a least a dozen evenings during your stay. “I thought I’d never get out of there!”

“No problem girl, you looked like you were getting tired. It’s nice that everyone is so supportive though. News like yours isn’t always that welcome in this new world.”

“Well that’s one of the blessings of life here at The Sanctuary, Negan and The Saviors have created a life that is safe and stable enough to support new lives. Out there I would be terrified for the life of our child, but in here….” She slowed to a stop and placed her hands on her abdomen, smiling softly, the setting sun accenting her pregnant glow. “Well, in here I have hope.”

For anyone to have hope in this world was almost unthinkable to you, but you could see her point. As long as Brian was working as a Savior she and her baby would have more than enough points to get everything they could ever need. Plus the security that the walls and The Saviors provided meant that her child had a real shot at life. 

You pulled her in for a hug. “I couldn’t be happier for you Bri, it really is great news.”

She hugged you back, not letting go as she spoke. “Do you want to talk about it? Just because I’ve been the center of attention doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed that something is bothering you.”

You laughed loudly, holding her at arm’s length. “You don’t miss anything, do you?” You took a brief mental stock, trying to make sense of the thoughts rolling around in your head. “It was a long day Bri, I wouldn’t know where to start. Really though, it’s nothing out of the ordinary. Just the same shit that’s been….”


Arat’s cry from just a few dozen yards away filled you with panic. You turned your head to see that there was, indeed, a sizable section of fencing that had fallen over, and that half a dozen of the dead had made their way into camp, with several more behind them. You turned back to look at Bri, seeing absolute terror in her face. 

“It’s going to be ok Bri, I promise. Run. Run back inside. Don’t stop running until you get to your room and the door is locked behind you. Don’t stop to look for Matthew, or Brian, or anything. Do you hear me? Bri!?” You shook her shoulders gently, pulling her from her shocked state. “The fence crew is trained for situations like this, it’ll be handled before you make it inside. I’ll come get you when it’s done. Go. Now!” With your last words you gave her a small shove toward safety.

Only when she was running determinedly toward safety did you turn back to the impending threat. Gunfire erupted as Arat began firing at the dead, felling several of them were they stood. Several unarmed Saviors were leading people to buildings and away from the danger, while a small crew of men were rapidly trying to lift and repair the damaged fencing.  You rushed to their aide, figuring that one more pair of hands couldn’t hurt. 

The section of fencing that had fallen was heavy, made even heavier by the dead trying to force their way past it, driven by the noise inside. You found a hole between two men and started pushing, hoping you had a section that would protect you from the dead on the other side. The group of you strained with effort, sharp pieces of the fencing biting into your hands and shoulder, drawing blood. Arat climbed to a nearby elevated perch and gunned down the remaining dead pressing against the other side of the fencing, allowing your group to lift it back into position while others swooped in to re-secure the connections. 

Once it was secure you leaned against the fence, sweating and panting from exertion. Several of those next to you did the same, or fell to the dirt to catch their breath. Many of the group started to cheer in celebration at your victory, the man standing next to you offering a high-five. You gave him a shaky one back, adrenaline still coursing through you. 

Arat began to climb down from her turret, slinging her gun over her back before beginning her descent. Your thoughts turned to Brianna, confident that she had made it inside to safety as she had been so far away from the commotion, when a nearby scream pulled you back to the current situation. 

A handful of walkers must have slipped past Arat during the initial melee, and were now bearing down on a small child who was cowering on the ground, frozen in fear. You looked to Arat, who was struggling to pull her gun from her back to shoot, but you knew it would be almost impossible from her position on the ladder. You looked around desperately for someone, anyone else, but there were no other guns in sight, and everyone seemed to be glued to their spots, watching in horror.

Not thinking, you grabbed a short length of metal fencing that was normally used to put down walkers through the fence, and ran full force toward the child, hitting the metal rod against the fence as you ran, in hopes of drawing the walkers’ attention to you instead of the child. 

The closest walker to you was easily dispatched with a swift blow to the head, the next following close behind as you pivoted while running to hit in on a back-swing without losing momentum. The third walker was too close to you to allow for a full swing, so you kicked it in the chest, pushing it backwards into the one behind it, and dispatched them both by ramming the rod through both of their skulls. The last one had ignored you completely, as it was closing in on the kneeling child. With one final spurt you rushed the walker, shoving it away from the child and to the ground, pinning its rotten arms down with your knees before plunging the rod through its brain and into the dirt behind it. 

The whole encounter was over in a matter of seconds. You knelt above the final walker trying to catch your breath before the sobs of the child behind you pulled you from your stupor. You quickly rose and approached the child, a young girl of maybe five, with an outstretched hand. “Its ok sweetie, its all over, you’re safe.” You promised, thankful that you didn’t see any bites on her young form. She remained huddled on the ground, shaking and crying, too scared to reach for you, so you sat in the dirt next to her and gingerly pulled her into your lap, rubbing her tiny arm for comfort.

The mother of the girl in your arms came running toward you, eagerly scooping her up and hugging her tightly, gratitude written all over her face. She opened her mouth several times, trying to form the words to thank you, when Arat’s angry cry rang out across the courtyard.

“Y/N! What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” She yelled, storming toward you. 

You looked around, getting to your feet, completely flabbergasted. “I-what?” 

“I had the situation under control! There was no need for you to run in and put yourself into danger to play hero! I should report you right now!” She was absolutely fuming, yelling inches from your face and putting you on the defensive.

“Report me? For what? Doing your job for you? You should be thanking me! There was a situation and I handled it! If all of you weren’t so goddamn complacent from the luxury of this place I wouldn’t have needed to get involved at all! So go ahead and try to ‘report’ me, just make sure to include how I did what you couldn’t when you do!” You hated yourself almost as soon as the words left your mouth, but stood your ground regardless. You knew Arat was a great soldier and a good person, but you weren’t going to let her throw you under the proverbial bus to cover her own insecurities.

“No need to report anything, I saw the whole damn thing Dollface.” You simultaneously flinched and shivered hearing Negan’s voice as he approached you and Arat. You swallowed hard before turning to kneel before him, watching the dirt until his boots came into view. Ah fuck, now I’m really in for it. “On your feet.” He ordered, some gentleness creeping into his tone. You rose back to your feet slowly, keeping your eyes downcast, mentally prepared for the reaming you were sure was coming. 

“From what I could see Arat, it seems like Y/N here is a fucking badass who saved this little girl. Hell, I’d be pissed if you didn’t report this to me. I think we have been under-utilizing Y/N, don’t you agree?”

You looked over at Arat to see her mouth fall open in shock. She was still fuming, her pride wounded, but even still she knew better than to disagree. “Yes, sir. It would seem so.”

“Excellent!” Negan crowed, grinning from ear to ear and clapping Arat on the back. “Well then I expect that you two will have a lot to discuss tomorrow when you begin Y/N’s Savior training!”

Your eyes snapped to Negan’s, meeting his for the first time in almost two months. “What?!” You gasped. 

“The way you handled those walkers…well shit Doll, I don’t think a good half of my men could have taken care of them that easily. You’ve got some serious fucking skills! Skills that we need!” 

“I-I’m not…” You stuttered, trying to make sense of what was happening. “It was nothing.” You finally finished weakly, shaking your head.

He was staring down at you intently. “Darlin’, if that was nothing, I can’t wait to see what something looks like.” His tongue darted out across his lips, making you flush before breaking eye contact and looking down again. “Now why don’t you and I take a walk? Arat, make sure that fence is fucking secure and that everything else is handled.” And with that, he slowly draped a leather-clad arm across your shoulders and led you back inside.

You kept pace with Negan, wary of what was coming. While he did seem to be impressed with what you had done, you’d seen him turn on a dime before, and were still unsure of his other thoughts on your actions. He pulled you both to a stop outside of the dorms, moving to stand in front of you, keeping a hand on your shoulder. 

“Darlin’?” He finally asked after you hesitated to look up at him. “Y/N, will you please look at me?” You paused only a second more, before slowly bringing you eyes up to meet his, shocked to find them full of concern. “Are you fucking alright?”

You struggled to find the words to answer him, glancing around to make sure that you were both alone before finally speaking your mind. “In what way, Negan? Physically, I’m fine. I’m not bit if that’s what you’re worried about, I only have a few cuts from the fencing. Mentally and emotionally though, I’m not really sure to be honest. And as long as we’re being honest I’m not really sure that you even care, so why are we talking about it?” You gently pulled your shoulder out from under his hand, bringing one of your hands up to rub your eyes in frustration.

Negan stared at you, confusion coloring his features. “What do you mean you aren’t sure that I care? Why the hell wouldn’t I?”

“Seriously, Negan?! For someone so smart you really are a fucking dumbass sometimes!” You snapped exasperatedly. “You haven’t talked to me in weeks, and now you’re concerned with how I’m doing? Jesus!” You turned to storm away, furious. 

“Now hold on just a goddamn minute!” He yelled, grabbing your arm to pull you to a stop. He immediately realized his mistake, releasing you as quickly as he had grabbed you as you turned to him in shock and betrayal, hissing from the pain where Davis had grabbed you earlier. “I’m sorry, that was out of line.” He apologized sincerely. 

“Yes, it was.” You snapped, fed up with your day. “I’ve already been manhandled once today, I think that was more than enough without you doing it to.”

“I just ….wait, what?” Realizing what you had said, a slow rage began building inside of Negan. “What do you mean ‘manhandled’?”

Shit. You sighed, rubbing your eyes again, feeling a headache starting to form behind your eyes. “It’s nothing Negan.” He glared down at you silently, the muscles in his jaw bulging from clenching so tightly. 

“What happened Y/N? Tell me.” His eyes darted to your arm, darkening as he spotted the bruises beginning to bloom across your skin. “Who the fuck did that to you?” He demanded quietly. His voice was so low you could barely hear it.

“It’s not what you think, I promise it’s not that. Your men know better, especially after what you did to Thomas and Bill.” You assured him, closing the gap between the two of you and placing a placating hand on his chest.  “I deserved it. I fucked up and needed to be put in my place.” 

“No, that’s fucking bullshit Y/N. No one here has the right to lay their goddamn hands on you, especially not enough to cause bruises!”

“I bruise easy.” You quipped, earning yourself a withering glare.

“Y/N…..” Negan growled, reaching his tolerance limit and gently grabbing your shoulders to look you in the eye. “Enough. I’ve been trying to give you your space since I got carried away let my dick do my fucking thinking for me, but if you don’t tell me who did this to you so help me god I will not give you a minute of peace until you do. We don’t manhandle women around here, and if one of my men needs a fucking reminder of that fact then so be it.”

You blinked in confusion, processing Negan’s words. “Wait, what?”

“Really, Y/N?” Negan snapped, letting you go and pacing the hall. “You know how I feel about the treatment of women! And if this limp dick fucker has the stones to strong-arm you, a fucking badass, then chances are he’s been doing it to other women too. So cut the bullshit and…”

“No, no, you’re right. I hadn’t thought of that. I thought it was personal since I turned down his offer for sex for points a while back.” You admitted, still thrown off by his earlier rant. “But back up. You said you’ve been giving me space? I don’t understand. I thought you were avoiding me because you finally realized I’m not worth the effort.”

All traces of anger fell from Negan’s face, replaced by tenderness as he slowly approached you placing one hand on your face and the other on your waist. “Oh sweetheart. Hell the fuck no.” He murmured as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. “You are definitely worth the effort. I just know that I pushed you too far last time and after how much you trusted me…..”

“How much I trust you, Negan. Nothing’s changed.” You assured him softly, bringing one hand to his wrist and returning the other to his chest. “That night was a disaster, but I don’t blame you at all, I told you that.”

“Well you shouldn’t blame yourself either.” Having him acknowledge you again, touch you again, after weeks of nothing was almost more than you could bear. You melted into his arms and hugged him tightly, breathing in the scent you had been afraid to miss. “Oh honey.” He whispered, hugging you back and gently kissing the top of your head.

“This is happening honey…there’s nowhere to go honey….toodles honey! See ya around!” You flinched in Negan’s arms, Tommy’s words cutting through your memory. “Don’t” You wimpered into his chest.

“Shit, I’m sorry honey, I thought you wanted…damn it…” Negan rambled, pushing himself away from you and running a hand through his slicked-back hair.

“No! I do! It’s just…” You closed your eyes, fighting back the images of that day. Once you were more in control you stepped closer to Negan, gently grabbing his hand. “You can’t - you can’t call me that. That’s all he ever called me. Every time you say it all I can hear is him in my head.” Hot tears started to flow down your face, causing you to duck your head in shame.

Slower than ever, Negan pulled you to him for a comforting hug, giving you every chance to pull away. Once you were locked firmly in his arms a small sob escaped your lips, and you clutched his shirt for support. “Jesus hon-, Y/N. I’m fucking sorry.”

“Don’t be, you didn’t know. I didn’t know until just now.” You assured him quietly. 

He hugged you silently until you gently looked up at him, remaining affixed to his chest. He studied your face, eyes grazing over your lips before whispering. “I’d like a do over. May I?”

You thought of the last kiss you had shared, and how passionate and fiery it was, a low hunger building inside of you. You thought also about how many times you had convinced yourself that it couldn’t work between you two, and how you were better off apart. “Please.” You finally whispered back, stretching up to meet his soft lips with yours.

This kiss was entirely different from the last. It was slow, and tender as you both took turns exploring each other’s mouths. Whereas last time kissing Negan had been like throwing gasoline on a fire, this time your body hummed with pleasure as gentle flames coursed through you. More, your body demanded, more, but you slowly backed off and pulled away.

When you opened your eyes to look up at Negan he was grinning from ear to ear, causing you to bite your lip to hold back a smile of your own. You hugged into his chest again, reveling in the feeling of him and being in his arms. “It was Davis.” You finally whispered.

AHHHH! This chapter was sooo hard to write! I knew what I wanted to convey but just couldn’t get there! I’m glad to have the reader and Negan back to understanding (and kissing) each other. I can’t wait now to have Negan handle Davis and see how the reader handles training to be a Savior!

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prettyokjerk  asked:

For the fandom ask thingy: Grace and Frankie :D

  • Favourite Female: Grace all the way. <3
  • Favourite Male: that’s harder, either Bud or Robert. 
  • 3 Other Favourite Characters: my dear Brianna, Frankie and Babe.
  • 3 OTPs: to me the show is not really a “shipping-show” xD Grace and Frankie <3, Brianna and the sass or any sarcastic comeback, the four siblings engaging in sibling stuff.
  • Notp: ? I’m pretty fine with whatever they would come up with. But maybe Grace and Frankie living apart.
  • Funniest character: Brianna, but closely followed by Frankie
  • Prettiest character: look at Jane Fonda and tell me she’s not pretty at that age.
  • Most Annoying Character: Sol
  • Most badass character: Grace or Brianna
  • Character I’d like as my BFF: Brianna
  • Female Character I’d Marry: Grace
  • Male Character I’d Marry: Bud
  • Character I hate/dislike/least like: Sol, sorry I don’t feel him.

We hit 300! AAAAAAAAH!!!! I can’t thank you enough, but maybe these guys can :P.

Front row: Computer Jack, Dekka, Brianna, Astrid and Little Pete, Sam, Caine, Diana, Edillio, Roger with Justin, Mary

Second row: Quinn, Lana, Sanjit, Zil, Lance, Hunter, Albert

Back row: Orc/Charles and Howard, Nerezza, Orsay, Penny, Taylor, Sigar

On the rope: Duck

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