what's a good setting on the texts

Guide to Borderline
  • How to figure out what a borderline means in texts;
  • Nevermind, it is not important: It really is important as fuck but I am afraid that you are not gonna get it and I won't be able to explain.
  • x
  • Ok. : I am pissed off to the point of one more wrong text and you are out of my life so quick that you are not even gonna notice it for a week.
  • x
  • Do you really think so?: Stop joking and tell me what you really think in honesty this is important.
  • x
  • I am fine: I feel shit like usual but to explain you that I usually dont feel good so that is my default setting is gonna take shit ton of time so I am lying.
  • x
  • No I am not mad, just a little hurt: I cried my eyes out and probably still crying and blaming myself for everything even though you are the asshole.
  • x
  • You don't have to: I would love it if you do the thing but I am scared that you secretly don't want to do it so I am giving you an escape. But please don't take it I will get sad.
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Extra Headcanon/AU notes (for the curious): Inko isn’t aggressive nor is she all that intimidating, she just moms everyone. And that within itself has the makings of a terrifying individual.

She is also extremely determined when she wants to be? Bakugou thought she was just a typical, weak schoolgirl when they met as kids, but Inko was determined to make her stop smoking/getting into so many fights. It was downright terrifying what she could do when she had set her mind on something.

They didn’t really become friends until a couple years after they met, though. Bakugou doesn’t really have a good relationship with her parents, and after one particularly hostile spat, Inko just kinda… showed up at her door. She didn’t ask any questions, just knew, and they ditched school for four days to go up to Hokkaido and be happy.

Bakugou’s fearful respect of her is based on years of Inko somehow knowing everything and multiple cases of her calling/texting/msg-ing Bakugou just as she lights a cigarette or glares at some thugs, despite being nowhere in the vicinity. She is 99% certain that Inko has some sort of secondary psychic sense quirk that keeps her attuned to the people she cares about.

(Also, Bakugou really loves her son, but? She also REALLY wants to kick his ass, because Inko took such good care of her when they were younger and she feels entirely responsible for how her son acts towards Izuku. She probably sees Katsuki’s behavior as a reflection of her own and regrets/wishes she was a parent more like Inko, or something.)

Mirror For The Sun - Part 7: The Grand Tetons

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 6 - Part 8 

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing, super mild smoot (it’s not really even smut)

Word Count: 4501

Author’s Note: This part is way too damn long. I really just like the ending. But I also couldn’t figure out what I wanted to cut so you’re getting all of it.

Originally posted by annutystan

As we climb back to the car, Y/N has slipped off of Sam’s shoulders and shoved past him, nearly running up the trail, farther away from Sam. And from me. When we make it to the top of the trail and the edge of the parking lot, Steve looks to me with a shocked and unsure shrug, lifting his hands up in question. She barely speaks to anyone, only muttering a disgruntled, “Trunk, please” to Steve.

Once we’ve changed into dry clothes, Y/N tosses her now useless phone haphazardly into the trunk and grabs for her dated Atlas before slipping into the car without a word. She doesn’t move closer to me, she doesn’t look up from her Atlas. Goddamn it. She’s so upset. “Go left,” she instructs with a heavy sigh as she flips through the pages until she finds the map for South Dakota. She traces over an already marked road until it reaches the end of the page, before moving quickly over to Wyoming.

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anonymous asked:

Can you recommend anything that requires players to draw on relatively off-beat skills? That is, something outside of the usual mix of strategy, politics, social and narrative focus that tabletop RPGs normally have.

How about bullshitting?

The Extraordinary Adventures of Baron Munchausen, Told in the form of a New Style of Game termed Role-Play, by Baron Munchausen, the Third Edition, Considerably enlarged by the Baron’s own hand, with many remarkable stories and advice to his readers

It’s based on the 1785 novel, not the Terry Gilliam film, though you’ll get by easily if you’re only familiar with the latter. It’s not the easiest read; the text is written entirely in character as the good Baron, and is thus prone to ramble, pontificate, and go off on bizarre tangents at the drop of a hat. If you can muddle your way through, however, there’s a fascinating little game in there - and in any event, becoming accustomed to the eccentricities of the text is good practice for the mode of speech required in play.

The Extraordinary Adventures of Baron Munchausen is a storytelling game in the most literal sense: play begins with the host (GM) turning to the player to her right and opening with something like the following:

Most honoured and noble Prince, if you could refrain momentarily from the gracious attentions you are paying to my sister, mayhap you might satisfy our curiosity on the matter of how it was that you escaped from the prison of Akkra after you had been burned at the stake there two days earlier?

That player is then obliged to improvise - entirely on the spot - the details of the requested adventure. (An appendix of some two hundred such story seeds is provided if the host can’t think of one.) At any time, however, any other player can wager a coin to interrupt with an objection or correction to the details of the story; the speaker may then incorporate the twist into her narrative, or else wager a coin of her own to reject it with a stern insult to the interrupting party (the insult is mandatory). This goes back and forth until either the story is complete, or two parties reach an impasse, at which point the matter must be resolved with a duel. The text is very clear that this means an actual duel - the kind with swords and pistols - though several less lethal alternatives are provided for the benefit of children and cowards.

(For those whose improv skills aren’t so hot, players are explicitly encouraged to exploit the interruption rules to throw lifelines to floundering storytellers, so in practice the game can be as collaborative as you like - you’re not going to be up there on your own, provided you’re not playing with jerks!)

As you may have gathered, you gain coins by accepting and incorporating complications into your stories, and lose coins by rejecting them. Winning isn’t a simple matter of reaching the highest total, however. You see, you don’t get to keep your coins; at the end of the session, each player passes all of the coins she’s won to whichever other player she thinks told the best story. It’s only after this exchange that the coins are totaled and a winner is determined - in effect, what you’re accumulating by accepting wagers isn’t points, but votes.

The text is rounded out with several alternative settings, rules for playing with small children, a Rashomon-like variant in which players compete to determine the truth of an event in which they all ostensibly participated (and each remembers differently), and also, for no particular reason, a tabletop implementation of Mornington Crescent. All in all, it’s a very dense 150 pages - lots of good stuff in there, if you can prise it out of the occasionally impenetrable prose.

Come Clean - Part 3 (Final)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 3,262

Summary: The reader catches Jensen snooping through her phone.

Part 1 Part 2


“What the hell was that, Jensen? Tell me now.” Danneel demands angrily narrowing her eyes.

“Um…she…well…I’ll be right back, ok?”

“What?!”

“Just give me a minute! I have to talk to Jared.” Jensen bolts to his costar’s trailer without waiting for a reply.

“What’s up?” Jared asks when Jensen bursts through his door like a mad man.

“What did Y/N say?”

“About what?”

“Don’t fuck with me right now, Padalecki.” Jensen growls surprising them both.

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I’m totally prepared to ship Barry/Lup even though I’m not fully there YET 

I WANT too because I really get how it could be great and cute and awesome but yeah

basically I’m exited for these flashbacks to give griffin the opportunity to build their relationship from the ground up and make me care about it :P

Do You Want Me or Not?

Summary: Your’s and Bucky’s relationship is kept a secret, although it made the sex incredibly hot, not being able to hold your hand or taking you out on public dates took a toll on Bucky.

Warnings: angst, light smut (fingers and oral -reader receiving-)

A/N: I just really wanted to write a super angsty fic. I hope you enjoy it! Not my best fic but this has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for months now and I really wanted to finish it and get it out there. Not every fic is perfect and I accept that, I hope you guys do, too :)


The bass of the music shook the walls of the tower as people danced and drank, grinding on each other while swooning over the Avengers. Sam’s birthday party was in full swing and instead out enjoying the festivities you were stuck in your bedroom with Bucky. For once, you wished you were anywhere but there. You were having a fight.

Bucky had spent the first half of the party watching your entanglement with one of Sam’s friend, Alex. Bucky watched as the two of you danced, hugged, held hands, and occasionally snuggle on the couch. Bucky finally snapped when Alex dropped his head down and placed a tender kiss on your lips.

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starting a dnd campaign with my friends, set in a fantasy Denver university Fenver University (FU). @prairiewolf​ and i are imagining what types of flyers and posters would be posted on the FU cork boards around campus. a couple gems: 

  • “LOST ORB. PLEASE HELP. Help I lost my orb somewhere around the North caf. It’s purple and causes hallucinations at 2:13 AM daily. If found, please text 555-555-5555.”
  • “Roommates wanted, non magic users preferred. My last roommate was a warlock Philosophy major and he burnt down my fern”
  • “Looking for bards to start a band. Tweet me your auditions @fenverbards. No drummers needed.”
  • “TO WHOEVER KEEPS CASTING FEATHER FALL ON MY LAPTOP WHEN I SIT DOWN IN FCAB STUDY HALL B ( table by the window left side) MEET ME IN ARTS QUAD AT NOON DECEMBER 5th FOR AN ASS KICKING”
  • “URGENT: Looking for tutor on transformation spells, particularly in spell breaking."a message on the same type of paper pinned below "URGENT: if you have any extra cat litter- only need a weeks worth (hopefully)”
  • “Selling papers for Necromancy 124. Guaranteed B- or higher. I’ll find you
  • “Want to travel this summer? Looking for clerics interested in supporting a good cause.”
  • “Cursed halberd for sale. Only affects half-orcs, all other races are safe. SERIOUS OFFERS ONLY.”
  • “No magic? No divine power? No problem! We may be in an age of technology and fantastical influence but call centre based advertising is still a hot market.“
  • "FREE MOVIE NIGHT! Dragonslayer 5: Evolution. Premier of local film short ‘The Demon Horse of Fenver Goes To Speed Dating’. Popcorn $2, Pop $1, Beer $5. FU THEATRE TUESDAY FEBRUARY 17th 6 PM”
  • “Found: Backpack of holding in North Stables Contains 4DS, 2 snickers (i ate one), accounting textbook, $3.85 in dimes, magically enhanced mace canister (unused), mechanical pencils (3) and a watermelon. Please contact, gbruno@fenveru.com“
  • “Hexed by a witch? Beat up by barbarians? Struggling with spellcasting courses? Do you feel alone? Do you feel hopeless? Talk to the Fenver University Therapeutic Cleric Clinic today. We’re committed to your health.“
  • "WITCHY BAKE SALE. FRIDAY. HISTORY BUILDING. 2ND FLOOR. BE THERE OR BE-WITCHED.”
Twisted in Love (DT) Part 1

Summary: Y/N is an up and coming YouTuber. Grayson falls in love with her, and wants her to be his. Little did he know that his twin brother Ethan had the same idea. Who will win her heart? Who’s heart will get broken? 

Word Count: 2,946

Warnings: None.

A/N: Hey guys! So @sniperdolan & I are honestly pretty excited about this collab! We started talking about it, & ideas just started rolling in! We hope you guys enjoy it, and feel free to give us feedback! Let us know what you guys think! Love you!! 

** tweets are in italic ** 


Grayson’s POV

Ethan and I were chilling at the warehouse, we finally got a little down time from filming all our videos for the week. I was laying in the foam pit, watching YouTube videos on my phone, while Ethan was sitting on the couch, eating popcorn, and checking his Twitter.  

“Yo Gray! Do you know who Y/N Y/L/N is” Ethan asked, with a mouth full of popcorn.

“Uh, no. Why? Who’s that?” I asked, as I was climbing out of the foam pit.

“I don’t know. But the fans keep tagging us in video, and she’s all over my timeline.” he said, scrolling away on his phone.

“I think she’s a YouTuber or something.” he says shoving some more popcorn into his mouth.

I closed out of the video I was watching on YouTube, and typed her name in the search bar. Ethan’s right, she is a YouTuber. She had 187,000 subscribers, and from scrolling through her channel it looks like she does make up tutorials, DIYS, challenge videos, she even vlogs. 

“Yo E, I found her channel.” I said, sitting down next to him on the couch.  

I clicked on her most recent video which was posted earlier today. It was a Q&A.

“Dude, she’s hot!” Ethan said, making me roll my eyes at him. He wasn’t wrong though. She was beautiful. Her brown hair complimented her soft brown eyes, and her smile was so captivating. She was 18, so she was our age.  

* * * *

“Who is your favorite YouTuber at the moment?” Y/N read the question, than looked back at the camera.

“Well you guys know I’m obsessed with like almost every beauty channel, but I think my overall favorite channel would be The Dolan Twins.” she said, and I paused the video to look at Ethan.

“Who are those guys?” 

“They sound like a couple of losers!” Ethan, and I said breaking out into a fit of laughter. I unpaused the video not expecting to hear what I heard next.

“Their pretty hilarious! And Grayson Dolan kind of sorta happens to be my “celebrity” crush.” she said hiding her face in her hands. 

Wait what? Did she just say I was her celebrity crush? Even though I don’t consider myself a celebrity. I didn’t realize how hard I was smiling until Ethan said something.

“You’re smiling way to hard, it’s kind of creepy.” he said, making a disgusted face.

“Shut up. You’re just mad that I’m the better twin.” I said, flipping him over the back of the couch, and running away before he could do anything to me.

I was on my phone checking my Twitter, and following some fans, when I got a notification that Ethan had mentioned me in a tweet.  

* * * *

@EthanDolan: May or may not have just stalked @Y/T/N YouTube channel with @GraysonDolan. We watched literally every single video. He couldn’t stop drooling.

I retweeted his tweet, and started to type up my own.  

@GraysonDolan: @EthanDolan is just mad he’s not your “celebrity” crush. Btw, I don’t think I’m a “celebrity” but I’m flattered! Also @Y/T/N channel is dope af! Go subscribe!  

* * * *

Reader’s POV

I was in my room sitting on my computer chair, editing one of my videos when my phone notifications kept going off like crazy. I’m pretty sure my phone was going to explode at any moment. I checked my phone, and saw that I had over 100 Twitter notifications.  

“What the hell?” I said to myself, opening up my Twitter app.

I noticed that I had gained a lot of new followers, and people were also posting and retweeting my new video. I smiled at the thought of how sweet they are. It’s still crazy to think that people actually like my videos. I mean yeah there were a few mean comments, and haters her and there, but the good ones always out weigh the bad! I replied to, and retweeted a few people, and even followed some of them back. I kept scrolling through my mentions to see all the sweet things people were saying. Then something caught my eye, and I’m pretty sure I had a heart attack.

* * * *

@EthanDolan follows you.

@GraysonDolan follows you.

@EthanDolan: May or may not have just stalked @Y/T/N YouTube channel with @GraysonDolan. We watched literally every single video. He couldn’t stop drooling.

@GraysonDolan: @EthanDolan is just mad he’s not your “celebrity” crush. Btw, I don’t think I’m a “celebrity” but I’m flattered! Also @Y/T/N channel is dope af! Go subscribe!

@GraysonDolan liked 2 of your tweets.

@GraysonDolan retweeted you.  

@EthanDolan liked 1 of your tweets.

@EthanDolan retweeted you.

@EthanDolan retweeted you.

* * * *

“Oh My God!” I shouted out loud. The Dolan Twins followed me on Twitter, and they watched my video. What the actual fuck is happening? Before I could even process anything, my phone vibrated in my hand. I had just recieved a message from Twitter. Not checking to see who it was from, I opened the app back, and went straight to my messages. 

Grayson Dolan sent a message 

Grayson Dolan: Hey cutie. 

I starred at my phone confused, reading the same message over and over again. 

Grayson Fucking Dolan just dmed me. This can’t actually be happening. I was having the biggest fangirl moment ever. I pinched myself just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, and I wasn’t. This is actually happening. Why is this happening? How did they even find my YouTube channel? I was asking myself all kinds of question, when it suddenly hit me. He watched my video. I told the whole world that Grayson Dolan was my celebrity crush, and he saw it. 

“Good job Y/N!” I said to myself, still staring at my phone screen. I wanted to reply but for some reason I had no clue what to say. Maybe I shouldn’t respond, maybe I should wait till tomorrow or something. I was making a bigger deal of the situation than it was. I mean not everyday a YouTuber who also happens to be your celebrity crush dms you. I finally got myself together, and replied. 

Y/N Y/L/N: Hey. 

I closed out of Twitter, and threw my phone on my bed, and got back to the computer to finish editing. As soon as I sat down, I heard a ding, letting me know that it was a Twitter message. Assuming that it could’ve been Grayson, I got up from my chair pretty quickly. I grabbed my phone, and sat back down in my chair. I opened the app back up, but instead of it being a message from Grayson, it was from Ethan. 

Ethan Dolan sent a message. 

Ethan Dolan: What’s up!

I was in complete shock. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening. I began to type up a quick reply, not thinking to much about it this time. 

Y/N Y/L/N: Hey, what’s up! 

* * * *

It has been about 2 weeks since the boys followed, and messaged me on Twitter. The conversations have been none stop between us. We’ve even exchange numbers, and we all started a streak on Snapchat. It was pretty obvious that Grayson and I liked each other. We were always flirting. Whether it was using emojis when we tweeted each other, or sending cute random texts. Ethan was pretty great too. Whenever I couldn’t fall asleep, he’d stay on Facetime with me until I did. He’s pretty much become like my best friend. It just seemed a little odd when he told me to not bring up the fact that he messaged me on Twitter to Grayson. I mean Grayson obviously knew we have each other’s number and we talk, so why can’t he know if Ethan dmed me. I mean not like that’s something I would randomly bring up, but it was just a little weird to me.

 A few days ago, Grayson asked me if I wanted to film a collab video with them. I was hesitant at first, because I didn’t want people to think that I was using them to become “big” on YouTube. After a lot of convincing from Grayson & Ethan, I gave in. I was currently at the store getting some things for the video. We were filming a Cooking With The Dolan Twins Part 2 featuring myself for their channel. The thought of them cooking in my house scares me. Something is gonna end up burning, I just know it. I made sure to get everything that I needed, before heading back to my apartment to get ready. 

I finished setting up the cameras, and my phone went off signaling me that it was a text message. It was from Ethan.

Ethan: Hey, so I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight? After we film the video.  

Ethan: It doesn’t have to be like a date if you don’t want it to be.  

Ethan: It can just be the 2 of us casually going to get pizza or something.

Y/N: I mean who could turn down some pizza? What time?

Ethan: The video won’t take that long to film. So how about 9:00?

Y/N: Sounds good!

Ethan: Oh! We’re here btw!

Putting my phone down on the counter, I went to go out the front door. I opened the door, to see Grayson with his hands formed into a fist, getting ready to knock on the door.  

“How’d you know we were here?” he asked, giving me a hug before stepping inside.

“Et-” I was trying to respond, but Ethan cut me off.

“Everything’s already setup?” he said walking past me, and into the kitchen.

“Yup, we’re good to go!” I said shrugging whatever just happened off, handing the guys aporns.

* * * *

“Hey guys, we’re back!” the boys yelled in unison at the camera. I was standing on the side waiting for them to introduce me into the video.

We had already started filming, Ethan was going over the instructions for the cake. Grayson kept sprinkling flour at me, every few seconds like a child. I would try not to laugh so that Ethan can get through with the instructions but I couldn’t help it. I let out a small laugh, as Grayson tried to sprinkle the flour on me pretending he was Salt Bae. Causing Ethan to turn around giving us an annoyed look.

“Guys! C'mon!” he said before turning back at the camera.

Grayson mocked him like a 2 year old child when he turned around so he couldn’t see. Grayson leaded his head on my shoulder, and I couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable he was. Next thing I know, with a quickness Grayson had wiped cake frosting on my entire face with his hand. Reacting face I grabbed the bag of flour and threw it on him.

Seriously guys stop!“ Ethan said, turning around only to get flour thrown on him too.

* * * *

We finished filming the video, and I was completely from head to toe in flour, eggs, pizza sauce, everything! The three of us looked like an actual human pizza. We couldn’t stop laughing at how ridiculous we each looked.

Grayson and I were flirting the whole time, and you can tell Ethan was getting a little annoyed at how childish we were being.

The guys helped me clean up the kitchen, and put away all the filming equipment before they left. Remembering that I was going to get some pizza with Ethan tonight, I needed to go take a shower and wash all this stuff off. Hopefully he won’t be in such an annoyed mood later when we meet up.

* * * *

Grayson’s POV

“Yo E, where are you going?” I asked Ethan. He was standing in front of this bathroom mirror getting dressed.

“I’m just gonna go get some food.” he responded back from the bathroom.

“I wanna go!” I said, laying down on the sofa in the living room, scrolling through my Instagram. I seen that Y/N had just posted a picture so I liked it. I wonder where she was going. She was wearing ripped black skinny jeans, with 1975 band tee that was cut into a crop top. Her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, showing off all the perfect features of her face.

“There’s no point in you going. I’m brining back food.” Ethan said walking into the living room.

He was acting a little weird, but I just shooked it off not thinking to much or anything by it. I walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. I heard a text notification go off, from the counter next to me. I took a quick glance at the screen, and saw Y/N name on across the lock screen. Why is Y/N texting Ethan I thought to myself. I mean I know I gave them each other’s number when we were leaving her house, but Y/N hasn’t texted me since we left,but she’s texting Ethan.

Ethan was in the bathroom doing his hair, so he wasn’t going to come out for a while. I know it’s kind of messed up what I’m doing, but something just wasn’t sitting right with me so I wanted to find out. It wasn’t hard to unlocked his phone, since we both knew each other’s passcode. I went to his messages, and clicked on Y/N name.

Y/N: Are you ready yet?

Ready? Ready for what? Where are they going? Confused about what Y/N was talking about, I scrolled up a little more. I kept scrolling, and saw that Ethan had asked Y/N to go out tonight. I guess that’s why he was getting ready. But wait he texted her this around 12 this afternoon, but I didn’t give Ethan Y/N’s number until a few hours ago. I kept scrolling through the messages between them, and there were so many. Then I realized they’ve been texting each other for 2 weeks. I closed out of his text messages, opened up his Twitter, and went to his dms. I found Y/N’s name, and opened up the dms between them. He dmed her the same day I did. But why? If he knew she had a crush on me, and I even told him I was going to try to talk to her, why would he still even do that. And then lie this whole time, as if he never talked to her. I mean it’s clear that he likes her, now it makes sense why he got so annoyed and weird earlier. But does she like him? I mean she never acted like she did, she never really flirted with him or anything. She’s always saying how Ethan is like her best friend. I heard the bathroom door close, the closed out of Twitter, locked his phone, and put it back on the counter before hopping back onto the sofa pretending like I was laying there watching tv the whole time.

“I’ll be back bro.” Ethan said, grabbing his phone off the counter, and heading out the door.

As much as I wanted to saying something about it, I wasn’t going to. I figured I’d just act completely clueless about the situation, and see how long he can keep lying to me about this. I still can’t believe it, this is probably the first time ever that Ethan has lied to me. 

I sat on the sofa on Snapchat, when I saw that Y/N posted something on her story. She was standing in front of a fountain, doing the classic peace sign and duck face pose. I’m guessing Ethan took this picture for her, since they were together right now. Not sure why but the thought of them together kind of bugged me. I mean Ethan was always the one with the girlfriend, while I was the one single. So for once you’d think he’d just let me have the girl, and not try to like the same girl I do! But then again, what if it’s not like that. What if their just best friends? I saw that Y/N added another snap to her story so I watched it. It was a picture of Ethan biting a slice of pizza with the caption ‘Good Pizza With Great People”. Looking at the picture I knew exactly where they were at. I decided to send Y/N a winky face emoji. I got off the sofa, and went to my room to change. I pulled my snapback on my head, and grabbed my keys on the hook, and headed out the apartment door. 

Honestly, I don’t have any clue what I just ordered. The photo set? No clue what is in it. The album? Haven’t even heard it yet. The vinyl? Don’t even own a good record player. But I know that when Harry delivers, he delivers, so I’m not even worried that I’m going to hate it. I’m going to love every single piece and beat of what I just bought.

Sportacus is so pure I don’t think there’s an episode where he’s not anything but supportive and happy and open to trying new things. Hell, he can’t even be tricked properly. When he looses his memories and Robbie tells him he’s an ice cream man his immdedent response is “yeah giving out ice cream!!! I’ll make so many kids happy!!!” And when Robbie tells him later that he likes to stay in and knit, Sportacus knits a scarf that takes up his entire home with this big smile on his face. And in a different episode when he gets turned invisible he’s not mad he’s just “wow!! Invisible!!” And it’s so good and so pure he’s like an actual puppy always on the “!!!!!!!!!” setting and his accent makes everything he says sound adorable and I guess what I’m just trying to say is that Sportacus is the One True Cinnamon Roll

Easy New Moon Ritual ✨

What better time to set out good intentions than during the New Moon? It is a time of enticing mystery, and a wonderful period to ponder what you wish to change in your life… What you wish to create, and to make new. This is also wonderful for new witches, or witches on a budget // tight schedule! ♡

The Ritual:

Ask yourself one simple question: “What do I really wish to change?” This can be something as deep as, “I am hoping to forget about a certain someone / something and move on,” or as simple as, “an overall better attitude.” Write down your intention on a candle. (If the only candle you have access to is in a glass jar, write your intention on a slip of paper and place it in front of or taped to your candle).

If you’d like, it is also possible to “boost” your little ritual with small personal items - safely surround your candle with meaningful photos, totems, herbs, crystals, or trinkets that possess your unique, strong energies, or have a correlation to your stated intention (ex: “I want to put more into my art projects;” try adding a colored pencil). :-) You may also consider adding a simple dish of salt for general protection!

Now, it is time for the ritual itself! It can take place on the night before or the night of the New Moon. Essentially, this is a period of meditation. Light your candle, and sit before it. Why do you feel so strongly about your intention? It’s because it’s something you really want, right? Let this thought sink in… And really concentrate on this change you seek becoming a reality. You are fully capable of pursuing your dreams. Visualize this change as a bright, warm, physical being, encompassing you in new possibilities and positivity. Allow yourself to be flushed of all negative influences; instead, being filled with the strong influence of the New Moon. You, too, can be new.

Once your candle has gone out, let it sit for as long as you like - a day, a week, until the next New Moon, or when you feel that your intention has been fulfilled. Look to your melted candle in times of stress, or stand before it, centering yourself. Remind yourself of your wishes; that they can indeed come true, and - of course… that you are capable of whatever life decides to throw at you. We are constantly changing, just as the moon is - and she’s always beautiful regardless, isn’t she? ♡🌙

request: can you write something where it’s a rainy evening & Shawn comes home to y/n with her hair up, face mask on w just his shirt on dancing around to there’s nothin holding me back or something 😭 it’s rainy and I’m in my feels 💙

a/n: idk what to title this


You saw the text from your boyfriend, saying he was going to be at the studio for a few more hours. “Hmm,” You picked yourself up off of the bed, and walked into the bathroom. After a few minutes of digging, you found the bottle you had been looking for. It had been a good two weeks since you had done a face mask, so you washed your face, and tyed your hair up into a sad bun, and smeared the mask onto your face. You set your phone timer for twenty-five minutes, and opened Spotify. Shawn’s new single was probably your favorite thing to listen to at the moment, so you hooked your phone up to the Bluetooth speakers that decorated your room, and pressed play.

You didn’t hear the door slam, so when you turned around during the bridge of the song, you screamed when you saw Shawn leaning against the frame. “What are you doing home?” You asked, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I thought you were in the studio for a few more hours?”

“Babe, I sent you that text like, three hours ago.” Shawn chuckled, eyes roaming down your body. “I like what you’re wearing.” He smiled, grabbing his shorts and heading into the bathroom. You were clad in only one of Shawn’s old shirts from high school, and some fuzzy socks.

Shawn exited the bathroom in just the basketball shorts he brought in, and you two jumped when the alarm went off, since your phone was still connected to the speakers. You poked Shawn in the chest as you walked by, going to peel off the face mask. Shawn followed you, watching you from the doorway of the bathroom. You made eye contact with him, and smiled, “Hi.”

“Hey, baby.” He walked into the room, and wrapped his arms around you, and you felt his lips on your neck. “I love you,”

You finished peeling off the mask, and took Shawn’s hand in yours. “I love you, too. But I’m not putting this face mask on you. It’s almost gone and I don’t have any more.”

“Dammit.”


I don’t work on Mondays

Hey! 

Well third and last fic of the day

You’re probably sick of me by now but I just had to, I needed a way to cope with all these feelings (not like I’ve processed them already)

This one is set on Sunday and Monday and of course after 4x08

Hope you like it!

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SUNDAY 

(SANA’S PHONE)

(YOUSEF’S PHONE)

(SANA’S PHONE)

(YOUSEF’S PHONE)

-X-

MONDAY

He looked at his watch, he still had time before he needed to leave. He stared at himself in the mirror and took a deep breath.

“Okay Yousef, you can do this. She knows you like her and you know she likes you. The difficult part is over. Now all you have to do is go there and talk to her. And please don’t screw up, just please don’t screw up. This is your chance, today is the day. You can do this”

“Yousef honey? Are you talking to someone?” he heard his mom saying

“Uh…I’m talking on the phone” he said blushing as if someone had actually caught him giving himself a pep talk.

He shook his head, grabbed his jacket and left his room.

“Hey mom I’m heading out” he said as he entered the kitchen where his mom was

“Are you meeting the boys?” she asked focused on the food she was making

“Uh…no…I’m…I’m actually meeting Sana” he said scratching the back of his neck

“Bakkoush?” she said turning around to face him and leaning against the counter

“Yes”

She crossed her arms on her chest and titled her head

“Well it’s about time. You’ve had a crush on her since you met her”

“What? I haven’t…I don’t…”

“Yousef, you’re my son and just like I know that you weren’t talking on the phone a few minutes ago I also know that you like her”

“I was just…forget it” he said shaking his head in embarrassment “I’m heading out, I’ll see you later”

“Okay but you better treat that girl like the good boy I’ve raised or you and I are going to have a conversation understood?”

“Yes, mom”

-X-

Noora was waiting outside her class when the day ended. They had agreed on spending the Monday afternoon together

“Hey” Sana greeted her with a smile

“Hi!”

They started to walk down the hall towards the exit.

“So where do you want to go?” Sana asked

“Yeah…about that…” Noora said hesitantly “Remember how you emailed William to push us together?”

“Uh…yeah?” Sana said confused

“Well, don’t be mad but…”

Noora pointed at something, someone, behind Sana. They had already reached the exit and were indeed outside. Sana turned around slowly and saw him, standing several meters from them, Yousef Acar clearly waiting for her.

“What have you done, Noora?” Sana asked her

“I may have told him you like him…”

“Noora!”

“I’m sorry! The boy was so confused because you smiled at him and then you didn’t talk to him and I just had to do something. Hey, you owed me one”

“Well, now we’re even” Sana said rolling her eyes

“Sana, don’t panic, it’ll be okay I promise” Noora said placing her hands on Sana’s shoulders and squeezing them a little.

“So he knows I like him?” Sana sighed

Noora nodded smiling

“And he knows I know he likes me?”

“Yes. I told him you had read the texts”

“I won’t be the only one embarrassed…good” Sana said nodding

“Go get him girl!” Noora encouraged her

Sana laughed and shook her head.

She approached him biting her lip compulsively.

“Hey” he greeted her as she got to him

“Hi. What are you doing here?”

Well, I don’t work on Mondays and I just thought about maybe walking you home?”

“Uh, yeah sounds good” she said nodding

Neither of them moved, they just stared at each other in an awkward silence.

“Look Yousef, I know you know and you know I know and I know you know I know and this is starting to sound like a Friends episode so let me start again…”

She shook her head trying to look for the right words

“You know I like you and I know you like me” Yousef helped her

“Well…yeah, that”

“So…what now?” he asked

“I don’t know…what do you…what do you want to do?” she asked hesitantly

“I want to go out with you” he said biting his lip

“Go out as in hang out or go out as in…”

“Go out as in dating” he confirmed “What do you think about that?”

“Uh…that sounds good to me”

“It does?” he said swallowing

“It does”

“Cool”

“Cool” she repeated, she waited a moment before adding “So can we stop being awkward now?”

“Oh yes please, this is killing me” he said chuckling “We really suck at talking about feelings”

“We really do” she agreed laughing

“So…shall we go?” he asked

“Yeah”

 -X-

They kept walking in silence but this time it wasn’t like before, this time it was comfortable, familiar. Still, Sana decided to break it. She couldn’t hold that thought any longer

“So…soulmates, huh?” she asked raising her eyebrows at him

Yousef closed his eyes in embarrassment and shook his head

“You’re going to tease me about that forever, right?” he chuckled

“Forever” she confirmed nodding

“Forever sounds good”

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This is it!

Hope you’ve liked it!

I’ve just realized that in one of Noora’s texts it shouldn’t say she told me yesterday it should say she told me on friday sorry but I’ve written three fics set in three different days and right now I don’t even know what day it’s today haha

Thank you so so much for reading!!

BTW since I’ve written 4 different one-shots regarding yesterday’s clip I’m going to leave here the links just in case

Here and here are the one shots set in Friday

Here is the one set in Saturday

and well, you’ve just read the fourth one :)♥

anonymous asked:

Numbers 112.,113. with monty

from this prompt post

112: “Why are you bleeding?”

113: “Where did all these puppies come from?”

Originally posted by knightlley


Hey, Y/N! Can I come over? I know ur parents are away this weekend ;)’  You looked down as your phone buzzed, gently setting Frank down next to you as you picked up the device.

“Fuck.” You quietly murmured to yourself, surveying the room around you as your mind began to race.

“Sure, babe.” You quickly texted back. Monty lived across town, which gave you about twenty minutes to figure out what to do.no

“Good. Cuz I’m outside.”

“Shit!” You raced over to the window, stumbling over the hem of Monty’s oversized flannel bottoms, which you had stolen from him months prior. Outside, Monty stood leaning against the hood of his pickup, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he saw the pale blue curtain flicker, and your worried face peek out. You glanced nervously behind you, then smiled, hurrying over to the front door as Monty began to walk up the front path.

You quickly opened the heavy wooden front door, positioning your body in the opening as Monty neared the front porch.

“Hey babe.” Monty smiled as he walked up the steps.

“Hey yourself. You know, I was thinking that maybe we could do something outside today like a picnic on the lawn, or sunbathing or something so why don’t you just hang out here while I grab a blanket and put a shirt on, okay? Sounds good.” You nervously chuckled and stepped slightly backwards, beginning to close the door. A loud thump and a heavy force prevented you from doing so as Monty stepped forward, his large hand stopping the oak from shutting. 

“Y/N? You’re really worrying me. Are you okay? Is everything okay? What can I do for you? I’ll help you with anything, babe.” Concern flashed across his face as his honey brown eyes searched yours, his eyebrows raised as he reached out with his free hand to grab your hand. “Please, this is really concerning. What’s going on? Wait, why are you bleeding?!” His voice raised up as he looked down and saw a long scratch on the back of your hand.

“Well, shit. Frank must’ve scratched me.”

“Who the fuck is Frank?! Y/N! This isn’t funny.” He pushed by you into the house and his mouth fell open as he looked into the living room.

On the couch sat three dachsunds, one sleeping on the armrest, the other two playing tug of war with a small rope. On the blue armchair rested another one, who was lying on his back, all four paws sticking up in the air as he snored. On the ground, two more wrestled over a bone, and another one was sniffing a slipped curiously.

“Shit. That’s only…7…oh, nope. There’s Weenie.” Another one trotted around the corner of the kitchen, dragging a stuffed lamb that was twice his size behind it.

“Y/N…Where did all these puppies come from?” You glanced up at him sheepishly, a small smile spreading across your face as you gently laced your fingers through his.

“Um. Well, it’s kind of a funny story…you see, like, you know how you told me that volunteering at the animal shelter was a bad idea? And you know how I started work there yesterday? And you know how you’re, like, 93% of my impulse control? Well, I tried calling you and you didn’t pick up when this box of puppies was just, like, dropped off at the front steps, and they looked so, so sad, so because you didn’t answer your phone this is pretty much your fault, so you’re gonna have to answer to Mom and Dad, because like I said, you didn’t tell me not to take the box, so you’re kinda liable and responsible for this and I love you babe, did I tell you how much I love you and how hot you look in that shirt and how sweet and caring and loving you are?”

“Oh my god, Y/N. This spontaneity and excitement is why I fell in love with you but also why you concern me immensely.”

What Do YOU Want? Pt. 1

A Kwon Jiyong series ft. Kim Jiwon

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 2,500+

Summary: The most important person in the world to you can appear most often when you least expect it. But through everything, you can’t forget about you and your own happiness. Who are you happy with? Who is the best for you?

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

Your patience was wearing thin.

It had been nearly 3 weeks since you and Jiyong had spent any time together and it was time to address it. Since you worked during the morning/day at YG and then spent the early evenings in your studio, you made sure that you had all night free and you assumed Jiyong would do the same. But you were mistaken. Again.

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Standing out in the rain

♦"Darling, come back inside! You’ll catch cold!“
♦"But Tom… It feels good.”
♦Tom running out to join you, an umbrella in his hand.
♦"You can stand under my umbrella.“ he smiles.

Starting play fights with just about anything

🔹"Pass me the flour please?“
🔹Tom flicking a small bunch at you, causing you to gasp and flick some back
🔹"Oh it’s on Love.”
🔹You guys throwing things at each other whilst running through the house.
🔹"No. NO. Put. The. Cookie. Batter. Down darling.“
🔹"Not until you put down the egg.”
🔹"What egg? You mean..this one?“ he says, cracking it and throwing the excess gunk at you.
🔹You flinging some of the cookie batter at him and he tackles you to the ground.
🔹"We did a good job.” he says on top of you and wiping off a piece of batter and eating it. He kisses you and you giggle.
🔹“Mmm. Cookie Batter.”

Shutting you up with kisses

🔸"Love, it’s just a movie.“ 🔸"Just a movie Tom? That’s like saying Tessa is just a dog.”
🔸"Love, she is a dog.“ he says laughing.
🔸"Oh hush up. You know what I mean. I just don’t understand why-”
🔸His lips meet yours, stopping you.
🔸"Darling I love you…but shut up.“ he smiles.

Him stressed from shooting

⭐"Princess… I need you… I’ve had such a shit day. I need my princess” he texts.
⭐"Aw Tom… You want to go out and eat?“
⭐"Not really..”
⭐"Want me to drive to the set? “
⭐"A little…..”
⭐"You’re such a baby. I’m on my way.“
⭐"Am not! And hurrryyy.”

Him traveling messes up your guys’ time zones

💬"It’s 3am and I want you to know that I really fucking love you"
💬"I don’t care. Your good mornings are more important than sleep.“
💬"No… Sleep is important my Love. Goodnight, and I’ll see you real soon ❤”
💬"Love you Tom 💙"

Him texting you before his plane lands at the airport

⚡"Did you know…"
⚡"Know what?“
⚡"That I love you.”
⚡"Lol did you know…"
⚡"What??“
⚡"That I love you.”
⚡"I love you too.“
⚡"To the moon and back?”
⚡"Forever my darling.“
⚡"And ever.“

You guys going over to his parents house during the holidays

🌺 Him letting you wrap your legs around his as you both watched a movie in his room upstairs
🌺Running your hands through his hair as he moved to lay on you lap.
🌺Playing with his hands after
🌺Falling asleep in his arms whilst at his parents house due to jet lag
🌺"Tom! Y/N! Dinner’s ready!“ His mom calls, going upstairs. She opens the door to see you guys snuggled up and smiles
🌺You wake up later on, to see Tom and his brothers outside playing Basketball from his window.
🌺You going downstairs to see his parents talking
🌺"Oh! Hope you and Tom slept well. Dinner is in the kitchen if you would like some dear.“ his mom said smiling.
🌺"We’re glad he’s found someone to keep him grounded. Harrison wasn’t enough.” His father jokes.

You having to leave due to a job matter

💎"I hate waking up early.“ You tell Tom, stuffing your bag.
💎"I hate waking up.. And hearing your voice over the phone.. When I should be hearing it right next to me.” he says, his head resting on your shoulder as you packed.
💎"I love you.“ you whisper, facing Tom.
💎"I love you.“he says, pecking your cheek and grabbing his keys to drive you to the airport.

You guys are home, walking around the park.

👑"Hey darling?”
👑"Yes Tom”
👑"I wanna be a superhero. Guess my name.“
👑"SpiderMan?”
👑"Nope. Your Man.”
👑"You’re a dork Holland.“

Tom only having another week of break before he goes to New York to shoot

✨You start dancing around as you clean the living room barefoot.
✨Him watching you and then joining you.
✨Him dipping and spinning you.
✨"Guess all those dance lessons paid off.“ he teases.
✨"And by dance lessons you mean genetics” you smile.
✨Him showering you wirh kisses because you’re adorable
✨"Did *Kiss* I Kiss* tell *Kiss* you *Kiss* that* Kiss* I *Kiss* love *Kiss* You? *Kiss*

Going home and just enjoying each others company before he has to leave for shooting

🌟"Darling, I love you.“ he says as you guys are doing a 100 piece puzzle on the floor.
🌟You look up at him, sitting up just to peck his cheek.
🌟"I love you too.”
🌟You guys kiss and it gets heated
🌟Him being an absolute gentlemen
🌟But can be whatever you want if you ask
🌟Him always making sure you’re okay as you guys progress more. 👉👌

Dropping him off at the airport

💫Kissing him goodbye at the airport and turning to leave, only to have him call your name
💫"Yes Tom?“
💫You see his bags on the floor and arms wide open
💫You go and hug him
💫"I just needed to smell you again.” he whispers.
💫You giggle and kiss his chest
💫"I left a jacket of mine in your bag. The one I always wear but it’s too big for me?“
💫"Of course.” he says, looking down and smiling
💫You guys kiss one last time and wave goodbye as he enters the tunnel.

For the Love of My Life- Pt 2 (End)

Characters: reader x Bucky?, reader x Steve?, reader x Tony(but not really),     Wanda, Natasha, Sam (mentioned)

Summary: Modern AU. Reader is a young actress in her first big role when a man from her past offers a chance to fix her biggest regrets.

Song Inspiration: Cleopatra by The Lumineers

Warnings: sex mentions, fluff, heartbreak?, bit of angst.

Word Count: 4.6k (yeah, the splitting this to make it shorter thing didn’t work out so well. :D )

A/N: This story gripped me tight and wouldn’t let go from the instant I thought of the opening scene. It took on a life of its own and I’m kinda in love with how it’s turned out? I really hope you like it. Apologies that it took longer to post this part! Work and illness made it really difficult, but here it is! Please let me know what you think!! :)

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<<<Part One

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Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Originally posted by caps-bucky

Previously:

Steve paused before speaking, unsure how to proceed. “Y/N…is there any way…could I see you again before I leave?” he blurted the last part before he lost his nerve.

You smiled, “I’d like that.”

He sighed in relief, “Okay. I’ll be in touch. Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Steve,” you echoed as he pulled you into a lingering hug. He smelled amazing, like Old spice aftershave with an undertone of fresh linen. He watched you climb the stairs and step inside before walking away, your heart rate beginning to slow at last.  

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You woke up the next morning alone, stretching spread-eagle across the full surface of the bed with a smile on your face. Last night was unexpected and while you still didn’t know what it all meant, you tried not to overthink things. Stepping out of the shower, you saw a few text notifications on your phone.

Bucky’s read:

Hey babe. Up for Ultimate Frisbee in the park and a few burgers?

then clicking over to Steve’s message:

Good morning, Y/N. Are you free this afternoon?

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Escape:   the medical school years

“I wish ye could come wi’ me,” he breathed into her ear as he nipped her lobe.

She arched at the sensation of his hot breath in her ear, pushing her hips back into his.

“You know I wish I could,” she panted back, running her hands over his bicep, and up to grasp his shoulder.  

He kissed her like a man beyond thirst.  Twisting behind her she responded like a starving woman, devouring his mouth, pushing back against him, hard. She reached between them and took him in her hand, guiding him home.  He grabbed a thigh to hitch it up higher over his hip.    

Jamie groaned at the hot, welcoming feeling that was his wife.  Claire purred when her husband filled her, rubbing her in just the right places.  

He moved slowly, savouring the last moments with Claire before dawn when he’d have to leave for the International Whisky Competition.  Claire loved when he roused her from sleep, whispering his desire, running his fingers over her sleep warmed flesh, stroking her to a fever pitch.  

He moved deeply, taking his time, feeling the weight of her breast in his hand, the pebble revealing her desire underneath his palm, drawing out the moment when she would shatter in his arms.   Drawing out the moment for himself when he would feel his heart beat faster, and his body vibrate uncontrollably.  

When she moaned his name, he smiled against the back of her shoulder, for there was nothing sweeter in this world than his name on her satisfied lips. Seconds later he called hers, lost in pleasure.  

They held each other until their hearts steadied and both drifted back to sleep.


“Sassenach, have ye seen my shaving brush?”

“Which?  Uncle Lamb’s?”

“Aye,” Jamie was frantic, looking through drawers and the medicine chest, trying to pack his shaving kit.

“God, Jamie, who can find anything in this renovation?  I can run up the stairs and check the bathrooms up there?”

“Nay bother.  Ye’d have to take the fire escape as they’re working on the kitchen and blocked off the stairs inside.” He slammed the door under the sink. 

“Since when?” Claire said as she popped her head around the door frame.

“Yesterday,”  Jamie murmured, preoccupied.  “Maybe I left it at Lallybroch.”  

He zipped up the bag and placed it into the suitcase laid out on the bed.  “I think that’s everything I need.”

Claire grabbed her backpack and met Jamie at the door. She wound her arms around his neck and raised on tiptoes to kiss him.  “I’ll miss you.”

“Miss ye, too, Sassenach,” he bumped her nose with his, “but I’m no’ ready to say goodbye to ye just yet.”  He took her hand, and opened the door.  “Come.”

They walked out onto the street to a black Range Rover waiting at the curb.  An older man, lean and wiry, hopped to attention when he saw Jamie.  He had a black knit cap pulled low over his head, and the collar of his navy blue pea coat was turned up against the cold.  His gray beard was trimmed short, and Claire was immediately drawn to the deep smile lines around his blue eyes.    

“Claire, this is Alec,” Jamie said as he introduced his wife.  “He’ll be yer driver this week.”

Claire reached out to shake the man’s hand, somewhat confused.  “My driver? Jamie.  I don’t need a driver.”

“Aye, ye do.”  Jamie clapped the smaller man on the shoulder.  “Alec is our company driver.  Takes us to the airport, picks up clients for us, takes us to meetings, and such.  While I’m away he’ll take ye to University.  More importantly,” Jamie looked intently at Alec, “he’ll pick ye up from all those late nights at the library.”  

Claire stood up straight and faced her husband.  He could see her stubbornness rise.   “Jamie, I can drive myself.  I can take our car.”  

“Sure, Sassenach,” Jamie chuckled, “because it’s not like ye never fall asleep on the way home or anything when I pick ye up.” He raised an eyebrow and opened the car door.  

Claire had the good sense to look embarrassed. “Well.  Thank you, I guess. It’s nice to meet you, Alec.  But are you sure you want to do this?  My schedule is crazy.”

“Och, no worries, ma’am,” Alec said in a thick Highland accent.  

Jamie and Claire climbed into the back of the warmed vehicle.  As they drove to the University of Edinburgh, Jamie lifted their entwined hands and kissed his wife’s ring.  “Seriously, Claire, call Alec. Dinna try to go home by bus or anything.”

Claire studied her husband’s face.  There was something in his eyes that she couldn’t quite put her finger on.  Seriousness, yes.  Longing, yes, because he wished she could travel to Chicago with him for the competition. But something else.  It looked like worry, but on a deeper level.  There was something darker in his eyes that gave her pause.  

He needed her promise.  So she gave it.

“I promise, Jamie.  I’ll call Alec.”

His eyes flashed briefly, then he nodded his head. “Good.  Give me yer phone, Sassenach, and I’ll put in his number.”

Dropping Claire off outside her building, Jamie stepped out of the car and let her out.  He wrapped her up in a bear hug, and lifting her off her feet, planted a firm kiss on her lips.  Forgetting themselves, their kisses became a bit more fevered until catcalls, and whistles brought them back to their surroundings. Jamie let her slide down his body and whispered, “Call ye every chance I get.”

“Regardless of the time difference.”  She placed a hand against his cheek, “Come back to me, James Fraser.”

“Soon as I can,” he said, and kissed her lingeringly on her forehead.  

He climbed back in the car and watched Claire walk quickly into the old stone building.  Damn, he’d miss that fine arse.  Alec pulled away from the curb and looked at Jamie in the rear view mirror. 

“I trust ye, man.” Jamie said, looking back at him through the glass.  “Ye ken what to look for.”

“Aye,” Alec assured the young man.  “Yer Da was a good man, and a friend of mine.  Ye’ve shown me a world of kindness, as well.  I’ll take care of her.”

Jamie nodded, knowing that the older man understood what was expected of him this week.  When they got to the airport, they shook hands, and grabbing his luggage, Jamie walked away.

Alec watched him go marveling at how much like Brian he was.  Same strong walk, and the same straight set of his shoulders.  He smiled at the memory and climbed back into the Rover. How badly he wanted a cigarette right now, but he would never succumb.  He owed it to Brian.  They had gone to school together and were good friends.  Then, Alec spent some time in the military while Brian went off to Uni. When they crossed paths again years later in a pub, Alec was an alcoholic chain-smoker crying over a recent cancer diagnosis.  Brian had him sobered up in rehab, and gave him a job at the Distillery as a driver.

The irony.  An alcoholic working for a whisky maker.  

Yet, Brian’s actions gave him back his life.  Cancer in remission.  Sober, and non-smoker.  It didn’t help his already broken marriage, but it did give him his self-respect, and that meant everything.  When Brian died he was sure that would be the end of his job.  He approached Jenny and Jamie, literally with his hat in his hand. Jenny had showed him into her office and wandered over to her sideboard, littered with whisky tumblers and decanters, and various refreshments.

She poured three cups of coffee, God love her. His heart melted.

She and Jamie had been talking, she explained, handing him a steaming hot mug.  They’d decided she and Ian should move to Lallybroch, now that Brian was gone.  She was pregnant and their growing family would need the space.  The commute would be a long one, so Alec would be needed to drive her and Ian to work from Lallybroch, every day.  As well, his current duties as driver would remain.  There was a small cottage in Broch Mordha that he could have, so that he’d be close to Lallybroch for the daily commute.  Then, Jamie handed him an envelope containing his new salary.  He had to draw on all of his military training to not cry at the figure on the page.  He stood, shook hands, thanked them for the coffee and stepped out into the hallway.  

At that point he allowed himself a good cry, for the loss of his friend and in gratitude for his children.  Jamie stepped out ten minutes later and handed him a set of keys.  He left him alone to find the Range Rover in the lot.  It was all too much.  From that day forward ‘Old Alec’, as the Murray kids called him, became protector of Brian’s family.  

A family that now included Claire.


She checked her phone thinking she’d calculate what time it was for Jamie. Jesus H!  11:45!  She needed to get home and get some rest before her 8:00 class tomorrow morning.

She quickly texted Alec, then started packing up. Claire was surprised at how fast her phone pinged in response.  

Which door will I find you to pick you up?

She texted back.  East door.  Thank you, Alec.

He pulled the car from its spot on the street and headed towards the library. The rain was steady, but not driving down.  Still, he’d get as close as he could. 

The night was dark as pitch but the streetlights helped.  It seemed like she wasn’t there when he pulled up.  No matter.  He punched the button to start the hazard lights and waited for a glimpse of her before jumping out to get the door.  

Claire bolted down the stairs.  She felt good about how much work she’d gotten done, but she also felt guilty for keeping Alec up so late.  She wondered what Jenny was doing for a ride this week.  If Alec was driving her, he couldn’t be driving Jenny.

In her preoccupation she took the wrong hallway to the door.  Turning quickly to correct her mistake she bumped into a solid wall of flesh.

“Umpf!”  She staggered back, clutching her bag.  “Robert!”

“Claire.”  

Horrocks bent down to pick up the book he dropped in the collision.    

“Sorry.  I didn’t see you.”  She took a moment to step around him, but he stood up and filled the narrow hallway.  She stopped, unsure of what was happening for the moment.

“It’s fine,” he said, in his charming Irish lilt. “I saw you moving like a bat outta hell, and I wondered if you were all right.”

She relaxed.  Of course.  That made sense.

“I’m going the wrong way.” She made a motion toward her head.  “Tired.” She stepped forward again, and this time he let her pass. 

The foyer was well lit and made it hard to see into the darkness.  Everything was reflected back at her in the glass, especially Robert, still behind her. However, she could make out the blinking red hazard lights and knew that would be her ride.

“Night!” she said, throwing the words casually over her shoulder.

Just before she opened the door he grabbed her upper arm.  

She stiffened.

“It’s raining, Claire.  Let me get my umbrella.”  He was standing entirely too close.  She looked up into his blue eyes.  A very different blue from Jamie’s, she thought.  Icy blue. Not the usual warm, ocean blue of her husband’s.  She shivered, and she wasn’t sure why.

“I’ll be fine. My car’s right there.”  Hitching her knapsack higher on her shoulder, she bent her head and stepped into the misty darkness.  

He held the door open as he watched her jog to the car.  

That’s when it hit him.    

He wasn’t sure what, exactly.  But he couldn’t breathe for the weight across his windpipe, and the force pressing his face into the side of the wall, away from the door. He was trying to get his feet under him from being knocked off balance but he couldn’t manage.  Stars swam before his eyes.  

And then, blackness.