In fact, this summer brings several red letter days in Red Planet exploration. Here are 10 things to know about the anniversary of the Curiosity landing—plus some other arrivals at Mars you may not know about.
This self-portrait of NASA’s Curiosity Mars rover shows the vehicle at a drilled sample site called “Okoruso,” on the “Naukluft Plateau” of lower Mount Sharp. The scene combines multiple images taken with the rover’s Mars Hand Lens Imager (MAHLI) on May 11, 2016. Credit: NASA/JPL-CALTECH/MSSS
1. Seven Minutes of Terror
For Curiosity, landing on Mars meant slowing from about 13,000 MPH (21,000 KPH) to a full stop in just seven minutes. Engineers came up with an innovative–and bold–plan to make this happen, but no one could be 100% certain it would work. In this video, some of the Curiosity engineers who designed the entry, descent and landing system for the mission talk candidly about the challenges of Curiosity’s final moments before touchdown in August 2012.
What has Curiosity discovered during its roving so far? The key takeaway: the stark deserts of Gale Crater were once home to lakes and streams of liquid water, a place where life could potentially have thrived. Learn more about the mission’s scientific findings.
4. Pretty as a Postcard
Sometimes science can be beautiful, as pictures from Mars prove. You can peruse some of Curiosity’s best shots. What’s more, you can see the very latest images—often on the same day they’re downlinked from Mars.
5. Take It for a Spin
Have you ever wanted to try driving a Mars rover yourself? You can (virtually anyway). Try the Experience Curiosity app right in your web browser.
6. Mars Trekking
Maybe someday you’ll be able to take a day hike across the Martian landscape. You can at least plan your route right now, using NASA’s Mars Trek site. This interactive mapping tool lets you explore important Red Planet locations using actual terrain imagery from orbiting satellites. You can even retrace the real locations on Mars where the fictional astronaut Mark Watney traveled in “The Martian.”
7. A First Time for Everything
Curiosity stands (well, rolls) on the shoulders of giants. Several NASA missions blazed the trail for the current crop of robotic explorers. The first was Mariner 4, which is also celebrating an anniversary this summer. Mariner 4 was the first spacecraft to return photos of another planet from deep space when it flew by Mars on July 15, 1965. Mariner engineers were so impatient to see the first pictures it sent back, that they hand-colored a printout of raw numeric data sent by the spacecraft, in order to construct one of the first color images of Mars.
8. Pathfinders and Panoramas
Another important pathfinder on Mars was…Mars Pathfinder. This mission just marked its 20th anniversary. To commemorate the first successful Mars rover, NASA created a new 360-degree VR panorama of its landing site you can view right in your browser.
9. One Small Step for a Robot
The first spacecraft to make a successful landing on Mars was Viking 1, which touched down in the Chryse Planitia region on July 20, 1976. It worked for more than six years, performing the first Martian soil analysis using its robotic arm and an onbaord biological laboratory. While it found no conclusive evidence of life, Viking 1 did help us understand Mars as a planet with volcanic soil, a thin, dry carbon dioxide atmosphere and striking evidence for ancient river beds and vast flooding.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Public Teasing, Public Masturbation, Teasing in the car and in the bedroom, pleading, seduction, striping Dylan because he’s sexy as fuck, dry humping, thigh riding, hand jobs, face riding, handcuffs, blindfolds, 69 (aka oral male and female receiving), overstimulation, praising, orgasm denial, female riding male (regular and reverse cowgirl), whiny Dylan, mentions of dominant Dylan, A lot of submissive Dylan, BREATHY MOANS
Notes: I will make this short as I am writing this pool side from hell. I’m so sorry this took forever. I have no excuses. But hopefully it was worth it. I honestly don’t know if this is my best writing for what you guys wanted from this. I promise the next thing I write won’t take as long.
Think Outside the Lovesquare Day 1: Wrong Number AU
(Just a note to clarify, I elected to use bolded text to indicate Adrien’s texts and italicized text to indicate the person texting him.)
Hey, are you back in France yet?
Adrien stared down at his phone. He wasn’t entirely sure who was
texting him, but he could only guess it was someone working for his father.
Maybe Nathalie needed a new number and hadn’t had the chance to tell him yet.
He shrugged and replied.
Just got back today. I should be home soon.
Adrien raised a brow. Nathalie had been with him until the last
two days, so she already had a pretty clear idea on how most of the work had gone.
Maybe she just wanted to know about the last shoot.
Fine. Everyone seemed pretty happy with it.
Cool. Are you free this weekend?
Adrien checked his schedule, a bit confused that Nathalie was
asking him, instead of the other way around.
I should be, yeah.
After all, she’d promised him a few days off after the grueling
three weeks of travel and photo shoots and media attention. His calendar was
indeed free aside from a fencing lesson he’d chosen to keep.
Wanna meet up?
Now he knew something was wrong. Nathalie wouldn’t ask
Wait. Is this Nathalie?
What? No, this is Nino.
After a moment, the mystery person added on.
I sat behind you last year.
Adrien frowned. So, it wasn’t Nathalie after all. That didn’t
explain who it was, however.
Sat behind me? Where?
In class. Remember?
Now it was beginning to make sense. Adrien flopped back onto his
bed and stared up at the screen. It really should have been obvious. After all,
Nathalie and Chloe were the only ones who texted him.
A = Aftercare Regardless of the boyish banter he has with EXO, punchin Chan in the gut n all, we all know KSoo is literally the softest human alive. Boy acts like Spike but we all know he’s more like Gizmo. He’s secretly motherly, and almost has fun making sure you’re clean and sated and happy afterwards, plus he’s a cuddler, and what’s better after sex than KSoo cuddles?
B =Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) I feel like KSoo is a complicated guy. He’s faux confident, he wants to be okay with himself but he’s still kind of self conscious. The boy ain’t flashed us like BaekYeol but we can all see he’s been working out and pretty toned. I feel like he’s weirdly proud of his arms, especially when he gets to cage you in with them. With you, he oddly likes your hands, he loves how they fit together chansoo hand size difference tho b y e and he likes intertwining your fingers and holding your hands above you head when he’s got you on your back.
C = Cum I don’t think KSoo is a particularly naughty or messy kind of guy, he’s not a mess maker when he cums. Ideally, it’s almost always in a condom #RubberUpKids but the few off times he isn’t inside you, he finishes on your tummy most of the time.
D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) Honestly, with all the SatanSoo and KSoo hatin EXO n beating them up jokes that suck butt stop saying them theyre not funny at all f u c k o f f it’s pretty unexpected that KSoo is kind of sort of really submissive, so he hides that quite a bit. But I expect it’ll slip out, it won’t stay hidden long tbh.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) I feel like I’ve said this before, but being broken up with because he was “clingy” and never got candy on Valentine’s Day or whatever, he’s kind of withdrawn from girls? I think he’s pretty awkward and beyond porn, he doesn’t have any hands on experiences. But you’ll just have to teach him…won’t you….
F = Favorite position Contrary to belief, KSoo isn’t the kinkiest man to walk the earth, sometimes quiet people are just quiet people. He’s pretty basic honestly, missionary, doggy, you riding him, that’s pretty much the only things in his book. He’s pretty fond of relaxing back against the headboard and having you settled on his lap and taking you that way.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) KSoo’s kind of a meme in your relationship. In the bedroom, generally he’s pretty serious. Especially the first few times you slept together, or any time you want to try something new, he’s so incredibly focused that there’s no room for jokes. He does get pretty giggly if you’re having a weirdly fun/ meme day, but on the norm he’s focused on giving both of you the most pleasurable time he can.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they) KSoo strikes me as a pretty clean guy, I mean the dudes almost bald anyways, and what flashes we get, his lil tummy is pretty smooth. I don’t think he’s bare though, but he definitely trims well.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) While he’s pretty serious in the bedroom, he’s really loving and mushy with you; both in your sexual relationship and non-sexual. KSoo’s not one to go over the top with his affection though, we know he’s a quiet lover from how EXO talks about him. He’s a holding hands, eye contact, gentle kisses, whispering sweet nothings kind of guy.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation) KSoo’s a very secret mastubater, he can do it in record speed, oddly enough. He’s one that hides out in the bathroom, or during a shower, thankful for the lock on the bathroom door. Unless you knew what he was up to, anyone would think he’s just going to the bathroom.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) [Back to Dirty Secret] He’s not much of a kinky guy, he’s definitely someone you can call vanilla. But he’s actually kind of submissive, not to the point of like…letting you tie him up and spank him….but he likes to just lay back and hold on for dear life while he lets you have complete control. Also, he’s kinda slap happy with Chan so I can imagine him being semi into spanking you, too.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) Knowing that Chan is a little shit that eggs KSoo on till he jumps the tree boy, he knows literally no where is really safe since the amazon kid can pick locks. The bedroom is the only play anything goes down, even the bathroom isn’t on the list because 1. he’s terrified of someone getting hurt. 2. chan’s ass likes picking locks. 3. you’ll need another shower when you’re done and the warm waters all gone from shower fucking.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) Honestly, he just likes you coming onto him in full force. KSoo’s a bit hesitant with legit PDA(like kissing) so when you take the initiative and kiss him, touch him, or just plain ol’ tell him you wanna go home and fuck, he’s kind of latched to your back to hide his boner.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Tying anyone up makes him semi anxious, he’s one that reads in depth about toys or positions you try to see what he’s getting into, and stories about lost hand cuff keys or ropes incorrectly used cutting off circulation scare him a lot. He’s not down for the risk.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) I don’t…trust his mouth…He may be quiet but when he talks, that tongue does some damage. At first he’s pretty messy, not even really pleasurable but he’s easily taught and now it’s almost a punishment for you to have his tongue on you. Tbh since you’re pretty much the dominant one he lets you do whatever you want, but he’s certainly not going to say no to a bj.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) In general it’s your pace that’s in question. Typically, his pace is more slow and sensual, almost lazy with his thrusts regardless of the position you’re in. He likes watching you anticipate him sinking his length back into you, relaxing slightly when he pulls out and squirming with need when he thrusts back in again.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) He’s not the biggest fan of quickies, he’s a lazy lover you could say. So he doesn’t like how quickies force you to be…well, quick…and being quick nearly always sacrifices the true fun of being able to spend an unrestricted amount of time with your body. A few times they’ve come up, but he doesn’t really like them.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) From location, to Wild Card, he’s not very risky. He thoroughly researches anything you bring up or want to try, just to see what’s supposed to be done and how to do everything properly. A lot of things get brushed off because he’s sure he won’t do it right and end up hurting you, so in most cases, he’s not really a risk taking guy.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) KSoo’s another ‘fuck all night’ member, he doesn’t cum very quickly, and he stretches out foreplay for quite a while too. Part of the reason he likes a slower pace is so the feeling can build and intensity rises over your time in the sheets.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) [See Risk and NO] He doesn’t and most likely won’t own many toys, they make him nervous tbh, he doesn’t want to use anything that could and will fuck up and hurt you unless he’s used to using it on you. The most he’ll use is a few vibratorshis logic is well if my dick doesnt hurt you then this dick lookin thing wont either
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Because you’re usually in charge, he’s not that much of a tease. Really KSoo isn’t even if he’s in charge, he’d say he’s just the right amount of a teaser. Oral is pretty much the only teasing thing he does.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) We all know KSoo is a vocal god, he’s got the cords to let some good shit go in the bedroom. He’s not very loud, though, but he is very vocal. He’s more of a low moaner and talker, he likes whispering sweet nothings to you but having you squirming around on his lap drags quite a few moans out of ya boy.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) The reason he’s so paranoid about locked doors, happened because of being on tour. Being in a hotel room with several other members at a time doesn’t exactly leave one with some alone time. Everyone suddenly needs to pee whenever he made a move for the bathroom, so when Suho took the boys to eat and he opted to stay in he thought he’d finally be alone for a while. However….5 minutes in with his pants around his ankles and a picture you’d sent him pulled up on your phone…Chan decided to pop back it…wasn’t a good night for anyone…
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Jesus Christ Nana says KSoo ain’t that big. According to her, he’s actually on the shorter side of the spectrum, but he’s thiccbye
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) KSoo’s childhood GF broke up with him because ‘he’s clingy’ or whatever, I do think he’ll be exceptionally clingy in your relationship too. He’s always ready for you and needs you pretty much at any given moment. I think he has a weirdly high sex drive, he’s just good at keeping it hidden and under control.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) I imagine KSoo as a really cuddly bby, especially after sex, he falls asleep fairly quickly. As soon as aftercare is checked off the list, he’s snuggled under the blankets with his arms around you, satisfied, content, and ready for nap time.
Warnings: If you like happy endings, this fic isn’t for you.
There were many things in life you hadn’t planned for. For starters you’d never planned to move to DC. It had been an impulse decision when you felt suffocated in your own state, and it was there, and it was welcoming. You’d never planned to rent out the apartment next to a certain FBI agent. You could barely afford the rent but after looking for a cheaper place and seeing the safety risks, you’d decided to take the one bedroom apartment.
You hadn’t planned on having your purse stolen on your way home one night. You had dragged your feet on your way home afterwards, a mix of anger and disappointment with humanity filling you. You groaned when you realized the landlord was still out and wouldn’t be available to open your door that night. Instead you simply took a seat on the hard floor and hoped fate would send something, anything, good your way. Much to your surprise, fate’s idea of a good thing was a tall gorgeous brunette.
“Are you ok?” Spencer asked as he saw you leaning against your door, utterly defeated by the long day you’d just endured. He himself had just gotten in from a case and was surprised to find someone in the hallway so late at night.
“I don’t have my keys,” you sighed deeply, “I won’t be able to get into my apartment until the morning when I can ask the landlord for a spare.”
He looked you over as if assessing if you were telling the truth and whether or not you’d be any danger to him. You weren’t offended by it. The city was a dangerous place and it wasn’t uncommon to be wary of even your neighbors.
“You can sleep on my couch if you want. It’ll be more comfortable than the floor,” he offered as he opened the door to his own place.
“You promise you won’t kill me?” you asked jokingly. He chuckled, finding the question more amusing than you expected him to.
“Trust me, I’m not a killer,” he assured. He smiled and motioned for you to follow him. “Come on. It’s only a night.”
You hadn’t planned to spend the night on his couch, and you definitely hadn’t planned on falling in love with him either. That just sort of happened on its own due to the way the two of you clicked, your conversations flowing effortlessly. Simple conversations turned into coffee dates. Coffee dates turned into dinner dates. Dinner dates turned into dates that lasted well into the night, and even bled over into the next day until the sunrise shining through the windows let Spencer know it was time to get up for work. Spencer himself hadn’t expected to fall in love either, but soon enough he found himself in your bed most nights with a joyous grin on his face and you in his arms.
You hadn’t planned on many things, and being pregnant was one of them.
Spencer was in shock when you told him, just as you had been. You had been on birth control. He had used protection. The possibilities of getting pregnant had been minuscule, so tiny that the idea had never crossed his mind. It’d never even crossed yours until your period didn’t come. Even then you had been doubtful. You’d missed periods before due to side effects of being on the pill, but you had decided to take a test just to reassure yourself that you weren’t pregnant but the reassurance never came.
That one positive test turned into four after you rushed to the store in a desperate need for it to be negative. One after the other, they all read the same.
Both of you had sat in complete silence that night. You sat in front of the television, the sound muted the second you had announced that you had something important to share. Your mind was clouded and you were unable to formulate a single plan. All you could feel was fear. You were young. Unlike Spencer, you didn’t make enough money to be able to care for a child. Hell, you could barely afford your home. All of it simply made your stomach turn in nerves. Meanwhile, Spencer’s mind was spinning with new thoughts. He would have to take time off. He would have to find a way to be at home more often. As much as he adored both Hotch and JJ, he was aware of how often they left their children behind and he wasn’t willing to do the same.
“We’ll be ok,” Spencer finally spoke as he leaned back into the sofa. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, his hand giving you a gentle but reassuring squeeze. “We’ll be ok.”
Within a month Spencer’s worried outlook had completely changed. He was excited, eager to become a father. He had kept the news a secret from the rest of the team simply because he wanted to enjoy something by himself for a moment. He figured he would let them know when your stomach had grown into a tiny bump, a physical proof of the life growing inside.
You’d gone to the doctor and had been told to try to rest as much as possible. A weak cervix. That’s what he had said. You instantly thought back to the distant memory of your own mother losing a child. You were just a kid, but you remembered the way your mother had cried. That sort of grief would be burned in your memory no matter how hard you tried to get rid of it. The revelation instantly made you nervous and so you decided to keep the news of the pregnancy to yourself.
Spencer had since then done his best to tend to your every need. Every moment he wasn’t on a case was spent by your side. He was attentive, obsessive even as he lectured you on what you could and couldn’t do in your state. You’d roll your eyes when he’d refuse to even let you stand at times.
“I have to pee, Spence,” you laughed when he tried to push you back into bed. He grinned sheepishly, aware that he had been just a tad too overbearing the past weeks.
“Just don’t take too long. You need to lay down,” he replied.
“I’m allowed to walk. I just can’t do heavy lifting or strenuous exercise. If I don’t get up from bed I’ll lose all my muscle,” you frowned.
“Just take care of yourself. Please,” he begged.
Life, it turned out, had its own plans.
It came out of nowhere while you showered one morning. A sharp pain that begun in your stomach and stretched to your back. You gasped, unsure of what had caused it until you saw the blood begin to flow down your legs only to be washed down the drain with the rest of the water. You watched the red droplets turn pink and be gone in an instant.
You went still as the pain worsened, leaning onto the shower wall as the blood turned into clots. You watched in horror as your body cleaned itself out. The blood clots come out thicker, some made of tissue and not disintegrating as quickly down the drain. You could feel the life leave your body and crumpled into yourself.
You didn’t know how long you sat there, curled up into the bathtub as the shower overhead continued to run. Your body shook with your sobbing, so loud even the tenant beneath you wondered what was happening. You cried until you couldn’t cry anymore. The warm water turned ice cold as the hours passed, but you didn’t move. You couldn’t. In that moment you had lost all the will to live as your child had been lost. You remained silent, as if you had lost your voice along with any happiness you had felt that day.
Spencer found you like that. He had been away for a week on a difficult case and had thought of you the entire time. He had let himself in with a bright smile on his face that quickly vanished. When he walked into an empty bedroom with only the sound of water running, he had immediately been struck him with a gut wrenching feeling.
He felt himself lose his breath at the sight of you. Your skin was raised in goosebumps from the freezing water and your hair stuck to your face, concealing bloodshot eyes. You looked so fragile as you laid against the bathtub, your eyes dead of any emotion. He hurriedly rushed over to turn the shower off, his eyes widening when he saw the small amount of blood that still trickled out of you.
“Y/N, what did you do?”
You couldn’t answer. A choked sob left your throat at his question, at his accusation. As if you had done something. As if you had purposely caused this.
“I don’t understand,” he said again as he took a step back. His hands flew into his hair, grabbing at it in an odd desperation. He thought back to the various pictures you’d sent while he was out and recalled the conversations about your mother visiting and the activities she wanted to do. “I told you not to eat unhealthy food! I told you to stay in bed when your mother wanted to go for walks!”
You cringed as his voice rose with anger. A painful shiver shot through you at the cold air hitting your skin, but it wasn’t as hurtful as the words that were spewing from Spencer’s mouth. His words burned through you, the venom seeping straight into your heart and causing it to ache.
“I’m gone for one week! One week!” he cried, his emotions overflowing at the thought of the loss. “One week and you can’t take care of yourself! God, why are you so irresponsible! You knew this!”
“Go away,” you finally managed to say, your voice just above a whisper. You hugged yourself and curled up tighter in the porcelain bathtub. You couldn’t bear to hear his words. You couldn’t handle the fact he blamed you for this.
“Y/N, I just don’t get it. Why would you-”
“Go away!” you yelled as hot tears streaked down your face. Your vision blurred as your breathing became erratic. You shut your eyes, not wanting to exist anymore.
“No. Look at you. You’re still bleeding, you have to go to a hospital. You have to explain what you-”
“I don’t want you here,” you snapped, your anger rising at his constant blame. How dare he. How could someone who you loved, who claimed to love you, ever speak so ill of you in such a hard time. Where was the compassion? Instead all you got were harsh words and blame. "I don’t want you anymore! Go!“
Spencer’s heart felt as if it had been ripped out when he heard the anger and grief rip through your voice. In an instant the overwhelming waves of emotions inside him calmed and he realized what he had done.
He had blamed you. He had blamed you for something he logically knew wasn’t actually your fault. His own anguish at losing a child had clouded his mind and made him forget that you were the one who had physically lost a baby. You had felt the life inside you leave and it had left you broken. And here he was, screaming at you.
“Y/N…” he whispered, instantly filling with regret. He bent down and reached for you, noticing for the first time how cold your skin was and how alarmingly weak you appeared to be.
“Don’t touch me,” you whispered as you flinched away from his fingertips. His heart shattered as he watched your eyes stare blankly at the drain, the tub lightly stained pink from all the blood you had lost.
“I…,” he couldn’t speak. You took one look at him and he knew. He saw it on your face. You wouldn’t ever want him back after his outburst and the accusations he had so carelessly thrown around. He saw the heartbreak in your eyes that he would never be able to mend.
And so he left, the image of you broken forever burned into his mind.
What did ted think about the fan mail he received or when girls would turn up to trials to see him?
He loved the attention during his trial, he was the superstar of his own show. He waved or winked to the girls. He received a lot of letters but answered to people he didn’t know only from time to time (which gave us this iconic letter ! ). He received all kind of letters though, from people with a mothering instinct to the extreme groupies like Janet (which gave us a good story shared in The Only Living Witness) :
Most worshipful was a woman named Janet, who began writing Bundy in the summer of 1979. He returned a single letter after going to Death Row, enough response from her hero to inspire Janet for months. In September, she wrote him, “I got the letter you sent me and read it again. I kissed it all over and held it to me. I don’t mind telling you I am crying. I just don’t see how I can stand it anymore. I love you so very much, Ted.” Janet sent him photographs of her and begged for pictures back. Her letters poured in. “I adore you and I just can’t stand not hearing from you,” she wrote. “It’s absolutely tearing me apart. You are so precious to me. I want you so much I can almost taste it. What I wouldn’t give to have an hour alone with you. I would show you in every way how much I love you. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do.” Janet, who was married, was jealous of Carole. “I guess I should not be writing to you until I get a letter from you letting me know just where I stand,” she once ventured. Janet was willing to overlook Carole, even though “you can’t imagine how bad it hurts me and still is tearing my insides out.”
Janet the letter writer came and started at him. Pale, with severely pulled-back hair, Janet sat smoldering for Ted. She apparently meant what she said in her love letters. “Dear Carole,” Ted wrote one day, “please do not sit in the same row with Janet. When I look over toward you, there she sits contemplating me with her mad eyes like a deranged seagull studying a clam. I can feel her spreading hot sauce on me already.”
y’all i’m sCREAMING i pulled a fast one on myself1!!! i was texting someone i went on a few dates with over the summer and i took a picture of their texts to be able to send to my friend aND I SENT THE PICTURE TO THEM INSTEAD IM SCREAMING i sent a picture of THEIR OWN TEXTS BACK to them im LKJFDSLKJKLSDM
“I ken I’m the one who green-lighted the idea but, still, I miss you already and it’s not even the weekend yet, Sassenach.” Jamie rumbled into the phone.
Slainte was sponsoring a rugby match in Inverness Saturday afternoon. The advance team left town Thursday for the planned promo stops leading up to the match. The game was a good one and with so many from Slainte coming in for the event, Jamie rented out a sky box at the stadium.
“Concentrate on the company, Jamie. Have fun with your friends. Do what you need to do. We’ll see you in just a few days.” Claire hesitated. “I miss you, too.” She whispered as she crossed from her office to the hallway heading into her afternoon surgery.
“See you Sunday for dinner.” Jamie rang off.
Claire did sincerely miss him. He was like a force of nature and she felt his absence. But, a part of her was looking forward to a little time to herself. She felt a twinge admitting that but she wasn’t used to the constant presence of a lover. Frank was not a fair comparison. During her marriage, most of her time was occupied by school and work. Frank’s was largely occupied with…well, best not to think of that.
She’d only realized now, having Jamie as a point of comparison how different a relationship could be.
Jamie’s general default in spending time with Faith in her home had seemed like a great thing before she and Jamie started dating. It helped keep Faith’s routine consistent and neither parent had to navigate through transition issues that could knock a kid for a loop – especially a tired toddler at the end of a long day. But now that they were a couple it presented all sorts of complications neither one of them had been prepared for, let alone discussed.
It still caught her up short when she saw his toothbrush in the cup next to hers, when his dry cleaning appeared in her closet, when her hand touched his book on the nightstand. At the moment the only coffee she could find in the kitchen consisted of the exorbitantly expensive Kona beans he loved rather than her medium roasted store brand ones. Well, that part was nice, she admitted.
When the mildly sweetened cereal she bought for herself but pretended was for Faith was replaced by some God awful healthy oat bran grossness that Faith actually ate, Claire decided to fight fire with fire. After they finished the last box of Jamie’s Oaties she kept the box, bought what she really wanted – Rainbow Sugar Flakes– then took the bag the cereal came in and placed it in the empty box of Oaties, throwing away the incriminating cartoon themed box hers had come in. Then she bought two more boxes of Oaties, put those in the front of the cabinet and hid hers behind them. There– she felt better.
When her cable TV package was upgraded to roughly 1,000 channels she didn’t need or want, she reprogrammed a special remote for herself and Faith with the ten channels they watched.
Bit by bit a Jamie make-over was taking over. Normally she didn’t pay that much attention so the fact that she’d noticed at all made her wonder what else she wasn’t picking up on. They’d need to have a discussion about it– about a lot of things– soon.
There were compensations, though. An inner glow lit her as she thought about she and Jamie waking up together over the last weekend to find Faith’s foot lodged firmly against her sternum, the rest of her sprawled over Jamie’s chest.
It took her breath away, how they looked together. Faith’s cheek, red from the heat of the internal furnace that was Jamie, resting against his bare chest, inexplicably tender.
Compelled, Claire snapped a picture but hadn’t realized how loud it would sound in the quiet stillness of the morning. Faith’s body jerked in response, still asleep but as she moved her head, her long curls tickled Jamie’s exposed skin.
His arm came up instinctively around Faith. She watched as his fingers registered the form and shape of her. Claire knew the exact moment his subconscious recognized who it was. The smile on his face melted her heart.
Eyes still closed, he kissed the top of her head. Then his arm loosened and came to find her. She had been sitting up against the pillows and his hand landed on her thigh. Not the body part he had expected. He patted it in affection nonetheless.
She picked up and kissed his hand. He cupped her cheek and urged her down to the pillows as he opened his eyes. She arched over Faith and kissed him quietly, murmuring a “Good Morning” as she did so.
“Aye, it is.” He tried to speak quietly but the deep register of his voice boomed out anyway.
Faith jumped awake this time, “What’s it?” disoriented she moved her small hand up and over her curls to get them out of the way and squeaked at seeing Jamie.
“Mo nighean.” He pulled her to a hug while tickling her as she shrieked. “Why are ye no’ safe and sound in your own bed? “ He teased, “ye stole all the covers and yer poor Mama woke up cold!”
“Noooo!” Faith huffed out between laugher. Though Jamie stopped tickling her – such things best in small doses.
“Where is your bed, Da?” She asked looking around in confusion.
Claire raised her eyebrows, letting him know since he started it this one was all his to handle. She lay back against the headboard and settled in for the show.
“My bed? Oh, well Mama and I share this one.” He said trying for a move on folks, nothing to see here tone of voice.
“Tonight you share mine.” Faith declared. Claire bit her lip trying not to laugh.
“I would like that, of course, but your bed is too small for me and you, lass.”
“Mmphm.” Faith considered, “Then you take it and I’ll share with Mama.”
“Absolutely not! And before you get any more ideas, the answer is no, I will not sleep in yours and let you and Da in here. We’ve had this talk before– you picked out your big girl bed and I picked out mine.” Claire said jumping in before this got out of hand.
Faith tried to stare her down, but to no avail.
“Lass, if you go and brush your teeth and get dressed in the next five minutes you can come with me to the coffee shop. We’ll grab fresh rolls and stop by the newsstand for the paper. Do you think Mr. Gordon brought his dog to work today?” Jamie got Faith redirected and out of the room.
As soon as she cleared the threshold of their door, he pulled Claire back down in the bed with him and kissed her breathless.
“Sassenach, that has to be the best way in the world to wake up.” He nuzzled her neck as his arms started roaming, “and last night was the best way to go to sleep. Thank you, leannan.” They lost track of time.
“Da!” Faith’s voice right in his ear shocked the hell out of him.
His lips broke contact with Claire’s and he turned his face to Faith’s standing at the side of the bed. The rest of his body was still engaged in prior activities, however.
“You’re fingers are touching Mama’s butt!” Faith observed.
Jamies mouth opened then closed. He had no idea where to go from here.
Claire’s head shot up and she made an exaggerated stretch of the neck behind her.
Feigning surprise she said, “Oh goodness me, so they are. I wonder if that is the kind of thing Handsy and Pawsy were talking about when they said we needed to respect other people’s personal space?”
“Handsy and Pawsy?” The smile was evident in Jamie’s voice.
“Library book and the title is R-E-S-P-E-C-T” Claire corrected.
“Yer joking?” Jamie said in a very quiet undertone.
“I’m not clever enough to make that up!” Claire assured him.
Handsy and Pawsy had made a couple more appearances since then. Faith appeared to consider herself the new sheriff in town. Claire thought Jamie had tolerated it reasonably well but all in all, Jamie’s self-created break was fairly well timed.
She’d been on her own with Faith and being one of a duo with her was familiar. What were the implications of becoming a trio? She hadn’t considered this aspect of it. The analogy to introducing your toddler to your new boyfriend just didn’t cut it. Jamie was her father. If they were not together in the future, he was still going to be parenting Faith with her. That gave her both comfort and concern.
They had definitely missed a step, she and Jamie. So focused on getting things between themselves in order, they hadn’t thought about whether they needed to prepare Faith for a change in their relationship. She sighed.
This was yet another chapter in her imaginary alternative reproductive technology parenting book, tentatively called, What to Expect When You Were Expecting Something Else Entirely.
Every place her eyes rested, something of Jamie’s was in view. Unable to recall the last time she’d spent the night alone another startling thought popped into her head. Good God, had they accidentally ended up living together?
Completely disconcerted, Claire hoped this weekend would help her think things through a little better.
Thursday passed, as usual, in a blur, but Friday evening she and Faith had a girls movie marathon, Tangled and Frozen. They did their nails with purple sparkly polish and sent Jamie mani-pedi pictures. He sent them back miss you kisses and funny photos of the team in Inverness.
The Insta page for Slainte was fun to follow. The shots of crowds at every place they went stood as irrefutable testimony to their growing popularity. The OLH series of ads was running on TV and in print materials and Angus and Rupert had a twitter feed offering uniquely Scottish advice or insults, depending on their mood. The effect was exactly what Jamie had wanted.
Jamie let them run it entirely on their own. If he had to manage the messaging, make it too corporate controlled, it would cease being interesting. He didn’t fear noise and signal. Though, they definitely wandered into a few hot zones by not being completely scrubbed and tone neutral. But even that worked perfectly, as far as Jamie was concerned.
On this outreach trip, Jamie was fielding just as many questions about them and their ad campaign as himself. For once there was a completely different slant to these interviews– less focused on his personal life, his family and past and more on the expansion of the brand and several of the wittier posts from Angus and Rupert.
Jamie was more than capable of handling all of it like a pro. He deflected all personal questions while he conveyed Slainte’s support of their no BS duo – character, he reminded reporters, was what made Scotland the best place in the world– it’s people and it’s products it’s world outlook all uniquely their own.
The next evening, Claire was going out with Joe. It was a long standing date, a year in the making.
Joe had been more than a friend to Claire during her time in Scotland. They learned the ropes of the medical system together and he’d been her rock as things fell apart with Frank.
She had suppressed her feeling of relief when Jamie first mentioned he’d be away that weekend. It had saved her having to say a word. It wasn’t that Claire didn’t have a guilty conscious about it, she did, a bit.
Yet, why should she have told Jamie about it? It wasn’t any of his business, was it? And anyway he wasn’t even here, he was hours away. She didn’t owe him any explanations.
Having married Frank before she turned twenty, Claire’s life had been upended by the divorce. It hadn’t been easy. For most of her adult life, Frank had been the primary decision maker, unquestionably the one in charge.
That first year, Joe had set goals for her, small, attainable steps along her route toward getting her life under her own control. This year Claire set her own goals, mostly focused on managing single motherhood. Cheering her on as she spread her wings, embraced motherhood and learned to trust her own instincts were the Abernathy family in general and Joe in particular.
This marked the second anniversary of Frank’s desertion. So this evening Joe would take her out and get her blind stinking drunk and tell her how great she was doing.
“So, LJ, tell me how you really are?” Joe asked. Claire tried to read the look in his eye.
“Do you mean how are the terrible twos treating me or how has it been to take my first lover since my husband walked out on me?”
Yeah, so the margaritas were a little strong.
“Both.” He invited and squeezed her hand.
She smiled but he was relieved to see it was a genuine smile.
When Claire told him that the long absent Jamie Fraser had finally decided to check in on his daughter, Joe had been concerned. What kind of man ignored his child for months then suddenly dropped in out of the blue?
Once the full story emerged, though, he felt mollified. For weeks now, Claire had been Jamie-thising and Jamie-thating him. Very soon he would have to engineer a meeting and check out this paragon for himself.
Claire acted like the guy was the king of men or something. If it sounded too good to be true….Though for Claire, he hoped Jamie really was everything she thought he was.
“Well, Faith is two going on twenty-two, as you know, so I have high hopes she’ll raise me well.” Claire joked. Her eyes softened a bit. “He’s very good with her and for her.” She said quietly.
“And for you, too?”
She nodded, her eyes misting a little. Joe was a bit alarmed.
“What aren’t you telling me?” He demanded.
Claire knocked back the dregs of drink four and took a breath.
“Do you remember how I had no idea how to balance a checkbook after Frank?” Joe nodded. “How I couldn’t stop ordering pizza on Friday nights because that was what we always had even though I hate pizza?”
“Is he very much like him then?”
At that Claire laughed as she shook her empty glass, catching the server’s attention for a refill.
“Good lord, no. In so many ways they are complete opposites.”
Joe cut a bite of his burrito and force fed her, trying to give her something in her stomach to sponge up the alcohol.
“Mmm, is there anything better than melted cheese and spice?” Claire said as Joe added another bite.
“But in some ways…in retrospect Frank wasn’t domineering in general. He only had such a strong presence because of me. Because I ceded any power I might have had in our relationship to him almost from the start. Jamie, on the other hand, is a very forceful personality.”
“He hasn’t been rough with you?” Joe asked concerned.
“No,” Claire drew the word out thoughtfully as she took a large gulp of her fresh drink. “Not in any way I haven’t enjoyed.” She blushed. Joe laughed.
“Good for you, LJ, you deserve a little something something.” He told her.
Claire smiled but then sighed.
“He’s intense. Jamie’s like a giant moon pulling everything around him into his orbit. You know I was hesitant to start anything with him. Very cautious as a matter of fact. Yet, Joe I am not sure I could have avoided it even if I had wanted to.”
Joe raised his brows. It was an interesting observation.
“Forget for a moment that he is who he is to Faith. If I had met him on a…blind date say, I think the attraction would still have been there. When I am with him, there is just….the most powerful connection. I’ve never felt anything quite like it. When you add in Faith it’s….overwhelming and I can’t figure out if that is because of him or because of Faith.”
At this Claire made a large wave, “I think he could swallow me whole and yet when I am with him he makes me feel like I could conquer anything.” Claire gave a self conscious laugh. “Oh, listen to me, quite the deep thinker. Am I even making sense anymore? After Frank, well, you know how hard things were, how much I had to learn, how I needed to become different….to become me.”
Joe bit his tongue caught in an age old debate over marriage. At war between wanting to tell her that the sense of connection she felt that pulled two people together was the best glue in the universe when you were with the right person– the person who helped you become the strongest version of you in the world and wanting to tell her that she was perfect as she was, that the control and independence she had worked so hard to obtain was a noble and worthy goal all it’s own. Both statements were true; but he wasn’t sure she would value his confirmation of the latter nor believe in the truth of the former.
In the OR the woman was fearless, in charge and confident. Outside the OR? Frank put her in the shade and she was slowly emerging. He wanted Claire as certain and as sure of herself in every other part of her life as she was in the surgery.
Joe’s impression from the beginning was that Frank was one of those guys that didn’t really “get” women, thought all would be right with the world if women were only more like men, which always in that context meant “less difficult.” Which was a shame, especially with a woman as intricate as Claire.
Joe himself loved women, loved particularly the strength of them, the complexity, the very things that made them different from men. His wife was at the top of the list but Claire a close second. As Gail reminded him often enough, a woman was a whole universe of opportunity.
A man had the world at his fingertips with the right woman by his side. All she needed from her man was a little nurturing, a bit of warm sunshine, a quenching drink of water. Too much or too little, like any living thing, she would wither on the vine or choke on the weeds. Frank was a terrible gardener. He never figured out what he had growing under his nose the whole time he had her.
“You scared?” Joe tried for humor, five drinks in was not the time for a serious conversation on something so essential.
“Terrified but like a roller coaster, thrilled all the same.”
After they finished their meals, they grabbed after dinner coffees in the small, cozy bar located at the street front of the building. They people watched for a bit. Claire rested her head on his shoulder.
It was nice to have some time with him. It had been a long time since they’d met up for a coze. She had sobered up enough to walk home by that point. He took her by the hand and walked her through the park, forgetting about the detour, though by the time he had dropped her by the door, she was a bit more sober than last year. That had to be an improvement.
Request: Please can you do a Tommy/John fic were the reader is the only person that can calm them down when they are angry/upset and when they get themselves worked up the reader comforts him and it’s all fluffy and sweet 😭 sorry if it’s all jumbled 😂😂 P.s you’re writing is amazing <3 </i>- @ducks-are-kwl
Request: Could you write something in the lines of tommy being jealous over the reader being close friends with john even after they are together? Thanks!
Request: hey i’m the anon who asked for the tommy shelby smut and i just wanted to say it’s totally ok if you don’t like writing that and that i would love the jealous tommy cause honestly that’s what I was most looking forward to tbh
Brothers - Tommy Shelby
“Do you have plans tomorrow?” John asked, stopping in the kitchen on his way out of the betting shop that night.
You were sat at the table with Finn, watching the youngest Shelby for Polly while she was out. “No, I’ve no plans. What do you need?"
For as long as you could remember you had been around the Shelbys. Growing up you and John were close friends. Your mother and his used to talk about the two of you marrying each other someday. You were like his shadow all through childhood. When John started going with Martha parts of your relationship changed but you remained close friends. You were there for him when she died and you took care of his children when he went away to war.
"I’m taking Lizzie out tomorrow night and need someone to watch after the kids.” He explained. “Pol doesn’t like it but I need someone to help with them and Lizzie’s great."
A/N: Requested by @kaitymccoy123 for my 300 Follower AU Challenge! Based on the prompt “I thought you were my friend so I slapped your ass by mistake.” Honestly, I’m psyched you picked Spock for this because I chose it with Spock in mind, but I have never written Spock before so I am TERRIFIED and I hope you like it <3 Also I feel like you guys should know the working title was “My Anaconda Don’t Want None Unless You’re Vulcan Son”
Securing a teaching job at Starfleet was a dream come true, and when you found out your little brother got accepted into the academy you were even more excited. You’d arranged to meet him in the courtyards to give him a tour of the campus before his first day. You told him to wear something casual so you could pick him out in the crowd of uniforms at the Academy. He sent you back a picture of himself in a blue Henley and a black beanie. You kept your eyes peeled for the sparks of blue in a sea of red and gray uniforms as cadets, professors, and admirals crossed campus between classes. You squinted against the sunlight, swapping your glasses for a pair of non-prescription shades. You figured you could pick your brother out by his general shape.
this has been revised; the plot has changed and jeongguk is no longer a part of it, will most likely be a two or three shot rather than a series unless i decide to extend it.
word count: 5k
genre: smut + fluff; high school AU + scholar/fuckboy!jimin
warning(s)/kink(s): cam sex, dirty talk, slight school uniform kink
summary: you hated school and rebelled a little because of it, despite the fact that you always saved face by being an angel in classrooms. that’s why you like to go online to find some fun, where you stumble across a classmate and make a special arrangement.