#Faith y Bree

[outlanderrepublic]

What if...?

Y que hubiese pasado si las cosas se daban de otra manera...

La pequeña Faith nace en Francia...

Jamie puede cruzar las piedras, no se queda a luchar en Culloden y se va con Claire embarazada y la pequeña Faith al futuro, Inverness finales de los años 40

Entonces Jamie es el feliz y orgulloso padre de Faith y Brianna Fraser y las cría en un futuro que nunca creyó posible.

#outlander #outlanderfans #sam heughan #caitriona balfe #jamie and claire #jamie and claire AI #outlanderpasion #Faith Fraser #Faith y Bree

[w1ldthoughts]

Stolen Glances

Anon Requested

Disclaimer: this is a work of FICTION, the characters are fictionalized versions of real life situations and some real people. It’s all based on my imagination.

Masterlist

Five days. You could do five days. It should be relatively simple. You and your friends were going to spend a few days at the Fern Ridge Reservoir in a luxury home that Justin had rented out for the group. Everyone had their own rooms, the house was massive and you’d get to relax off the grid and recharge your batteries. There was relatively nothing to complain about.

“So…are you going to tell Justin you’re into him yet or just keep torturing yourself?” Your friend Bree asks, carrying her bags to the car. The two of you had flown into Oregon from LA and were driving to the lake with Charlie and Tate, two of Justin’s friends that had really become like family to you in the last few years.

“She’s more likely to admit her feelings when she’s dead.” Tate laughs while grabbing your backpack and shoving it in the trunk. “I want to have faith in you kid but, I just don’t know if you’ve got it in you right now.”

Charlie walks out of his house and hands you your water bottle, “you can tell him when you’re ready. Don’t listen to them, they're just impatient. Like five year olds who keep asking their mom to buy them McDonald’s on the way home.”

You simply nodded, staring daggers at your friends after Charlie came in and defended you. He hopped in the driver’s seat while Bree and Tate sat in the back. Looking out the window, you let your mind roam, both excited and nervous for what this little trip had in store.

It really wasn’t your fault, falling for him was like waking up on the couch with the tv on and not even remembering that you fell asleep. One day he was a good friend, a friend who you met years ago when he was a rookie living in a frat house in Costa Mesa. Then, somewhere along the way you fell for his unwavering kindness and his sense of humor. Or maybe it was the way the corner of his mouth tilts up sometimes in a side grin. Or his ability to always look like he just rolled out of bed but somehow still looked extremely put together. Everything about Justin, especially the little things, made you want him more. You just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that. Admitting your feelings would just complicate things. And what if he didn’t even feel the same way? The thought of listening to him let you down easy while trying to spare you the embarrassment really just made you want to crawl into a hole on the side of the road and never come out.

So yes, long story short, these so-called “feelings?” You were taking them to the grave.

“Can we just have a nice relaxing weekend and enjoy ourselves? We can leave the drama and whatever else for when we get back to California, please.”

They simply nodded and you caught Tate and Bree sharing a look but you didn’t want to even think about what that could mean for you, instead deciding to focus on the scenery for another 20 minutes before the house came into view. Charlie started honking as soon as he pulled into the driveway and Gabe came running out, pulling you in for a hug.

“Hey neighbor.” He mutters out, giving you a squeeze.

“We haven’t lived next to each other in four years, Gabe.”

“Best year of my life honestly. I don’t think I’ve had more junk food…ever.”

Bree comes up behind the two of you and gets a hug of her own. “That’s because you and Nate kept suggesting pizza and ice cream nights. When y/n told me some NFL guys moved in next door I thought we’d be seeing more vegetables and less Oreos but it really was a good time.”

The guys unloaded all the bags from the car while you and Bree caught up with Gabe’s girlfriend Jordan. She informed you that Justin had gone out to get groceries with one of her good friends that she brought with her.

“Katie just thinks Justin is the sweetest thing ever so I figured why not introduce them. I’m tired of watching her drool over his old Instagram pictures.” She jokes and you force out a small laugh, feeling your stomach turn at what this girl could possibly look like.

An hour later Bree rushes into your room and closes the door behind her after everyone has finally met and introduced themselves. “I know you said no drama but—”

“Nope, I don’t wanna hear it,” you interrupt her while you unpack your bag. “We are in a freaking mansion, on the water. Let’s focus on that!”

“Or…” she sits on the bed, completely interrupting your flow. “We could just acknowledge the fact that she took the room right next to Justin’s after knowing him for approximately two seconds. And she looks like the second coming of Candice Swanepoel. I mean it’s kind of unfair.”

You shake your head with a laugh. “She’s gorgeous, pretty unreal. And definitely unfair. But we are going to focus on other things like having fun, enjoying the weather and spending quality time with our friends. Maybe have a couple strawberry margaritas with sugar on the rim. And we will be nice to Katie, even if she does look like an OG Victoria secret model before SavagexFenty kicked them to the curb. We will be welcoming and nice.”

She looks up at the ceiling like she can’t hear you and then back at you to face your pointed look, warning her to be on her best behavior. “Fine. I will be nice to Candice Jr.”

“Thank you.” You roll your eyes and pat her on the back.

Justin suggested riding jet skis which sounded amazing until Katie said she’d just finished touching up makeup. Bree was about to make a snide comment but you elbowed her in the side before she could get the words out. Gabe and Jordan were taking a nap and Charlie was on the phone with one of the parents of the high school team he was coaching so you, Bree, Tate and Justin headed out after changing into your swimsuits.

Everyone found a life jacket that fit them perfectly and you hopped onto the back of Justin’s jet ski.

“Please promise me you won’t drive this thing like a grandma. I’m here for a good time pal, not a long time.” You joke, grabbing onto his waist. His laugh vibrates against you and you bite back a smile. He takes off and the two of you bounce against the water leaving you holding on for dear life. After a few minutes, you get used to it and it honestly feels freeing, just you and him out on the open water, taking a tour of the homes that are a little ways away until he stops at a man made cave, far away from any prying eyes.

“What are you doing?” You ask, feeling your heartbeat in your ears. Even in the shade, the reflection of the water hitting his eyes made you feel insane. But you couldn’t stop looking at him.

“Have you ever driven a jetski before?” You shake your head no and he motions for you to switch spots with him. He leans over you to show you where the on switch is and how to work the speed and the brake, curving his hands over yours on the handles.

The smile that is threatening to take over your face is too much, so you settle for a joke. “You, Justin Herbert is giving up control? This is a moment in history.”

“Just drive,” his cheeks heat up, turning a light shade of pink, “and try to get us back to the house in one piece, please.” You may or may not have driven as fast as you could with a few extra turns just to feel his body against yours for a little bit longer.

Although the afternoon was a victory, the evening brought you right back to reality. Katie had practically been glued to his side ever since you came back to the house. She sat next to him at dinner and practically jumped into the loveseat after he sat down for movie night. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and walked into the kitchen to grab some kettle corn, taking your time in the kitchen before eventually making your way back to your seat. Luckily it was a movie you’d seen a dozen times so you weren’t missing anything. If anything, the movie in front of you was nothing compared to the horror film to your right, so Charlie cracked a joke to get you out of your head. Justin was so focused on watching his friend make you laugh that he didn’t even realize that Katie had fallen asleep on his shoulder, holding onto his arm like it was her personal body pillow. You caught a glimpse of the domestic scene that looked straight out of a romcom and it almost made you want to call it a night right then and there. But you sat through it and watched some random girl cozy up to the man you’d been falling for for the last year.

The next morning, you woke up later than usual. Truth was, you hadn’t gotten much sleep since you were thinking about Justin and Katie all night and you needed something else to focus on. You walked into the bathroom you were sharing with Bree to brush your teeth and get ready for the day.

When you swung the door open you froze, staring for a brief moment before covering your eyes. “Um—I’m so sorry I had no idea you were in here! Why, why are you in here? Doesn’t the master bedroom have a bathroom attached?”

Justin quickly covered up, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist. “Bree liked the mirror in my bathroom so I let her use it. I thought the door was locked, how did you get in?”

“The lock is broken, Bree didn’t tell you that?”

He lets out a nervous laugh, “she may have neglected to mention that.” You were going to kill her.

“I’m gonna—I’m gonna go. So sorry again for the—you know what I’m just gonna leave and we can act like this didn’t happen.” You close the door before he can utter a word and you head back to your room, silently praying that no one finds out about this.

The man couldn’t take it anymore, you were avoiding him like the plague the entire day. You’d hardly looked at him since the morning even when he pulled you aside to assure you that your little encounter this morning, although awkward, was totally fine. He sat through watching you and Charlie go tubing together and share a pizza at lunch, but his final straw was when he saw you taking a nap together in Charlie’s bed with the tv playing. The two of you had always been close but the quarterback couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something more was going on and he didn’t like it. This trip was supposed to be about him getting to spend some quality time with you before training camp and Charlie knew that. Nothing was going according to plan and Justin knew he had to do something about it.

He rushed to get ready for dinner and let out a sigh of relief when he found you in the kitchen. “I know it’s none of my business but, is there something going on with you and Charlie?”

You took a big breath, not exactly ready to have this conversation but here you were. “No,” you state blankly, “there’s nothing going on between Charlie and I.”

“Then what’s going on? You’ve barely said two words to me all day so there has to be a problem.” Justin knew he had no right to be jealous, especially of one of his best friends but something was just nagging at him to keep asking questions. It was like word vomit and he couldn’t stop.

“Why are we even talking about this right now? It’s really not a big deal Justin, seriously, just let it go please.”

He clearly wasn’t having your attempts to dodge him. “No! I'm not going to let it go until you tell me. I mean, if this is about this morning I thought we handled that.” You don’t miss the subtle clench in his jaw. His patience is quickly running out and you really don’t get why this has him so worked up. Possibly because you’re so focused on your own rollercoaster of emotions.

“It’s not about this morning!” You blurt out. He was backing you into a corner, literally.

His pleading eyes were begging you to talk to him. “Then what is it about?”

“You! It’s about you. How I feel about you is a problem. It is THE problem, okay?” You shake your head, mentally shutting down at the look on his face. There it was, that horrible look you wished you’d never see…pity. Honestly? It looked worse in real life than it ever had in your nightmares and the sigh he gave you afterwards was just the icing on the humiliation cake.

“Y/n, I—”

“Are you guys ready to head out for dinner?” Gabe pops his head in, catching an immediate whiff of the uncomfortable air in the room. “Uh sorry. Was I interrupting something?”

“No.”

“Yes,” Justin says at the same time, furrowing his eyebrows and giving you a sideways glance.

“You didn’t interrupt anything,” you huff out, stepping around the man who was whispering for you to wait. You ignored him and kept moving your way out of the house, sliding into the car without turning back. Charlie took one look at you and asked if everything was okay but you really weren’t sure how to answer.

That evening, your phone lit up as you sat motionless in your bed, contemplating going home the next morning. Of course it was a text from Justin.

I know you’re awake, I can’t sleep either. Can we please talk?

You texted him back a simple “fine” and there were two tiny knocks on your door less than a minute later. He was probably standing outside your room door when he texted.

“We didn’t get to finish our conversation earlier.” His voice is even deeper due to the exhaustion. You didn’t even think that was possible.

“I said everything I needed to,” you say with a casual shrug.

“Well good because I need you to listen,” Justin closes the door behind him and takes in a breath. “You’re one of my best friends…”

“Oh god please, you don’t have to let me down gently. I’m a big girl I can—”

“I’m not done. And I’m not—I’m not letting you down gently. I’m not letting you down at all. You have been one of the most consistently good things in my life and somewhere along the way you became a lot more than consistency. You’ve become somewhat of a necessity, an essential part of my life that I don’t think I can or want to live without.” He sighs, running a hand over his face and you just stand there, limbs shaking in anticipation, waiting for him to say what he needs to say.

Justin closes his eyes, visibly collecting himself and his thoughts. “What I’m trying to say is that you aren’t the only one with feelings here. And that your feelings? They aren’t a problem.”

“You—you mean that you share the…you like me too?” You laugh a little, in complete disbelief.

He steps toward you, nodding with a smile of his own. “I really like you.”

“Wait…but what about Cand—Katie? She’s gorgeous and fun and is super into you. Plus she looks borderline perfect in the morning and I’m pretty sure I drool in my sleep sometimes and I have eye boogers.”

That really sends him over the edge and he covers his mouth to stifle a laugh. “It’s a good thing I love eye boogers, they’re my favorite.”

You smack his chest at the playful joke and his energy pulls you in, pressing your bodies together like magnets. And right there you feel like a kid again, standing next to your crush with your heart racing. He leans down and his lips brush against yours and he asks if this is okay, causing you to nod because obviously you want this with him, and more. Your lips fit together seamlessly and he tilts your head up by lightly cupping your face, running his thumb across the length of your jaw while deepening the kiss. Your entire body is covered in goosebumps even though the kiss is so soft and gentle. He pulls away slightly, pecking your lips after he takes a second to process, then begins peppering your face with more feathery kisses.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” he whispers, kissing you again. You happily oblige, smiling against his lips with a satisfied sigh.

The next morning you were pretty sure you were still smiling. You woke up comfortable, turning around to catch a glimpse of him, thinking about pinching yourself to make sure this was real. He looks so peaceful, his clothed chest moving up and down rhythmically, a slight pout on his face. You can’t help but run your fingers through his hair, smiling to yourself once again when he begins to stir in his sleep. With his eyes still closed, he pulls you into his arms, lazily kissing you like he’s been doing this for years.

“Good morning,” he whispers, his eyes finally open, looking alert and bright.

“Good morning, I cannot believe you just tackled me first thing in the morning. I probably have morning breath.”

“You don’t and even if you did, I wouldn’t care. And you don’t have eye boogers or drool on your face, you actually look really good first thing in the morning.” You want to kiss him again but you decide to hold off, leaning over to check the time on his phone. “It’s 5am, you should probably head back to your room before everyone wakes up and this turns into a CIA interrogation.”

He chuckles, kissing your forehead before he gets up to stretch out his limbs. “We have all the time in the world to figure this out when we get back to LA, keeping this between us is probably our best bet for now. I do not want to hear all of Tate’s questions. And Gabe would be even worse, he’s been telling me to do this for years.”

You tilt your head towards him and whisper yell, “you’ve thought about this for years and didn’t say anything?”

“Yeah, you’re not the only one who was helplessly pining over someone and refused to say anything about their feelings out of fear of rejection. I was scared too. And now I’m not. Now, I’m going to head back to my bed and count down the minutes until I get to kiss you again.”

You shake your head, laying back down ready for your second round of sleep. “You’re a dork.”

“I am. And that is your favorite thing about me. Get some sleep, I’ll see you in a few hours.”

#Justin Herbert #Justin Herbert imagine #justin herbert x reader #Justin Herbert x you

[therealvinelle]

Vinelle (and muffin since I know they'll see this too~!), I don't know if you guys have made a post ranking the Twilight books and why (including Bree and L&D if applicable) but I'd love to hear your opinions! (also if you could rank the Twi movies from least worst to most worst and why that'd be awesome too! 030 hi key love your rants on the movies and would love to hear y'alls thoughts more on them)-Sw

You’ve caught us out, anon.

And thanks to you, we spent last night watching Breaking Dawn Part 2 so we could rank it. @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin hadn’t seen it at all, while I half-remembered it from years ago. A terrible time was had because that movie was unwatchably bad.

Since this ask was sent jointly, our answer was co-written.

So, without further ado, movies first:

1. Twilight

This is a bad movie, but it’s recognizably a movie. The scenes are connected, there are things it did well, and we could tell you what the plot is. The awkwardness, for instance, is very well done. The weaknesses are glaring, the main one being that the film never sells us on the characters of Bella and Edward, nor on their relationship, relying instead on the audience knowing they’re in love because- well, they’re in love.

Diving deeper into Edward and Bella, there’s an understandable explanation for this. Edward of the books is terrifying, and I don’t think there’s a translation to screen that could have kept the romantic atmosphere surrounding him that we see from Bella’s point of view.

Bella can listen to Edward eating Biology and how he explains that it means how much he loves her and not blink. An actual audience hearing that dialogue will have second thoughts.

Right out of the gate, Twilight has a very difficult task: Salvage Edward Cullen while still producing a somewhat recognizable character who will take the same actions (or near the same actions) that Edward Cullen did in the book.

In the effort to make Edward palatable but save some of his original character he loses his more terrifying lines (as well as his hilarious ego) but becomes weird, awkward, and vaguely creepy. Edward Cullen of the films is that weird, friendless guy in your high school who you feel kind of bad for but don’t want to eat lunch with.

Bella faces a similar transformation. Bella’s insecurity is completely removed (or else the screenwriters somehow failed to notice it). As a result, we get this strange antisocial girl who is too cool for school because she’s a stuck up bitch.

Between Edward, this creepy guy who sits next to her in Biology, and Bella, this girl who enters school too good for everyone else, we see no reason why they would ever be interested in one another.

In an attempt to make these characters likeable they made them both unlikeable and boring. The film series as a whole never recovers from this (indeed, the quest to make Edward look good keeps leading to stranger and stranger places). 

It also forgets to explain why the Cullens live among humans, they’re attending high school… because. It’s a movie that explained to us all those terrible 2010 era memes and “still a better love story than Twilight”. And frankly, those memes were great, better than the movie. Case in point.

Everything is weirdly blue, which is atmospheric but also makes everything and everyone washed out. Everyone is super pale, so you have Mike looking just as vampire-y as Edward. However, it’s recognizably a movie. It introduces the characters, recognizes that the audience needs to be informed of things that are important to the plot, and most scenes are in some way connected to the plot. This is more than can be said for the other films, which is why it lands the top slot.

2. Eclipse

Eclipse earns its second place by process of elimination. The remaining three were worse. Eclipse also features Edward being cuckolded mercilessly, which is hilarious. Oh, and Victoria playing Riley, that was another beautiful scene.

Apart from that it’s just a deeply boring, borderline unwatchable movie.

Special shoutouts go to:

The opening scene of Riley getting turned, a ridiculous and poorly executed scene that served no purpose for the movie whatsoever.

Rosalie dropping her backstory without any context, Bella walks up to her and Rosalie launches into this horrific story for no particular reason. Both her and Jasper’s backstories could have been cut, as they served no purpose to the story and felt really thrown in there.

The many, many redundant scenes. The Victoria chase that ends with the Cullens and Quileutes squabbling could have been cut entirely. So too could the Seattle subplot with the newborns and Bree.

It’s a movie that isn��t about anything in particular, so it throws subplot spaghetti at the wall to see what sticks. It dutifully regurgitates the Jacob/Bella/Edward love triangle while also trying to convey that Bella’s about to lose her mortality, while also trying to introduce suspense and excitement with the newborns. It fails to execute either of these, and it also fails to tie them together.

3. New Moon

The movie that wanted to skip itself.

This movie had two jobs, show that Bella is depressed when Edward leaves and convince the audience of Bella and Jacob’s strong friendship. And apart the rotating shots and the occasional Stewart voiceover, the former becomes one of those “just stay with us on this one, guys” failures, and the second is failed on every level. Jake and Bella are much closer at the beginning of this movie than they were in canon, and a montage of Bella hanging out with her buddy is just that, it’s a montage of Bella hanging out with her buddy. It speaks volumes that Stewart’s voiceover has to remind us she’s depressed and Jacob is helping her heal, because there’s no indicator on screen that this is happening.

This, in turn, makes Bella/Jake as weak and unconvincing as Bella/Edward was in the previous movie. We just have to take on faith that these people are important to each other because that’s what we’re told.

There’s also the wolves, who are completely butchered. In the books, there’s this great mystery with bears in the woods, there’s Bella wondering why Laurent ran off, there’s build-up, then when we find out what’s actually been happening it’s a satisfying explanation, all the pieces come together really nicely. This is not the case in the movie. Meeting the pack is just weird in this context, because we never wondered who they were. Bella is randomly invited to breakfast, we meet Emily with the scarred face who won’t ever have a line again, and that’s it, these characters don’t become important to the movie in any way. It’s a pointless scene that could have been cut, much like so many other scenes in these movies.

Apart from that, the Volturi scene from the books is butchered so I hardly recognize it, and Alice, Carlisle, and Edward’s characters are assassinated to an impressive degree considering they were barely in the movie.

It was hard to watch.

It lands third place because somehow, Breaking Dawn was worse.

4. Breaking Dawn Part Two

I’ll just list the positives: the intro was very pretty and promised a better movie. It was also long, which we appreciated because it took away from the movie’s runtime. (This is not at all an exaggeration, a lot of the time watching all five movies was spent looking at the remaining runtime and groaning.) The Tommy Wiseau sex scene in the sex cabin was uncomfortable, but the fact that it would have fit perfectly in The Room made it funny. The Romanians were genuinely, unironically, great, because of all of Carlisle’s trashy friends, these were the only ones the movie didn’t try to convince us weren’t trashy.

This movie ranks above Breaking Dawn Part One because of the things listed above.

Apart from that, something all of these movies, but especially the last four, suffer from is that they don’t have plots so much as they have a check list of things to put in the movie before they can call it a wrap. This movie is the worst offender of that, and it’s made worse by the film’s expectation that the people are fans who already know what’s happening, and therefore don’t need anything explained. I’ll explain what we mean by that.

We get Bella waking up a vampire, and absolutely nothing is explained. If you don’t know what happened in the last movie then fuck you. Bella then goes hunting, we get the hiker, we get the mountain lion, she goes back to meet Renesmée, finds out Jake imprinted on her daughter, we get the sex cabin, the handwrestling with Emmett. The Charlie problem is introduced (poorly), only to be solved a scene later with emotional payoff that had absolutely no buildup. All of these things, and the rest of the movie as well for that matter, feels like we’re just crossing items off a list.

Since the audience is expected to already know the story, the story only bothers to explain about half of what’s happening, if half. Who’s the lady living with Charlie? If you don’t know, don’t worry because it’s not important anyway. When did Kate and Garrett fall in love? If you don’t care, that's understandable, because they’ve barely interacted in the movie. Who are the Amazonian women? Do they have names? Don’t worry about it. Did Alistair actually leave, if so did that have an impact? Well, Bella stared at a window for a few seconds.

Every so often the characters will start quoting the books, and it’ll be completely out of place because these movies veered off course long ago. Carlisle references his great friendship with Aro, a friendship that was only briefly mentioned at the beginning of the second movie. Aro randomly starts talking about how scary human technology is.

All of these scenes feel like Marcus is telling the story, he’s just listing events waiting for the story to be over, and forgets a lot of pertinent details because he doesn’t care enough to remember them. There’s no effort to tie these scenes together, no effort to build up to anything.

There’s also one significant failure, and this is a failure shared by all five films, but it affects the plot (I use the term “plot” loosely) of this movie which is why it gets a special shoutout here. Vampires in these movies look human. The fact that Bella has to ask Edward is Gianna the secretary is human says it all, because in the books you know instantly, there’s not even a question. This makes the Charlie subplot ridiculous, because Bella looks and acts the same as ever. She had a trashy makeover, maybe, but she’s still Bella. Watching her get human acting classes after we watched her act perfectly human is just silly. Now, we’re all for suspension of belief, but this movie just pencil drew a moustache on her and the audience is supposed to go “My god, Bella, I didn’t recognize you!”

We then get to the atrocious fight scene, which was somehow worse than I remembered. It was also oddly long for a giant fake out. This scene took significant run time and it turns out to have 0 effect on the plot. And when we get back to the real world, the tonal shift is extreme. You can’t go from Jane being choked, dragged across the snow and face eaten by a wolf to her standing around chilling. We could have skipped it entirely, just had Alice touch Aro’s hand, and he goes “Ah, I see, cheerio.”

The end credits were pretty funny, “here are these random characters with bit parts in previous movies, isn’t this nostalgic?”. Nice try, movie. The fact this came after an extended clip show of the great romance of Edward and Bella, through blurry montage images that failed to be convincing in their original films let alone this one, just made it even more hilarious. Hope you didn’t completely ruin the director’s career, though honestly you should a bit.

5. Breaking Dawn Part One

As you can probably tell by the above entries, the fact that this is the worst one is really saying something. All the movies were hard to watch, but this one required pure strength of will to power through.

The big issue is that Breaking Dawn shouldn’t have been split in the first place. However, it was, and that meant that we got a movie that was almost entirely filler. (Followed, somehow, by a movie that was also largely filler.)

We get everybody preparing for the wedding. What do Mike and Jessica think of Bella and Edward getting married? What’s that, you don’t care? Well, now you know anyway. We get the full wedding, as in the whole fucking thing, including the afterparty. We get Bella and Edward traveling to their island, and there’s filler in the filler where they go clubbing in Rio. We then get every minute detail of the wedding night followed by every minute detail of the honeymoon.

There’s fanservice, and then there’s this. This was live action fanfiction.

NOTHING that in any way is relevant to the story happens, the closest we get is Irina looking stoned. Too bad the Denali’ refusal to help out in Eclipse was cut from the last movie, in fact I’m not sure they were mentioned at all previously in these movies (I think maybe Edward had a one-line reference in Twilight?) so this means nothing to people who haven’t read the books.

We then get to the pregnancy arc, which could have been Rosemary’s Baby but is instead as outrageously boring as the first half of the movie was. The director must have realized as much, because he gives us Jacob’s alpha plot that should have been cut from the movie (yes, I know it was in the books, but the thing about adaptations is that things have to go. For the record, I think Meyer should have cut it too). That subplot was straight out of an anime, by the way. Jacob claiming his ancestral rights as alpha while listing off his titles and the soaring music, was… every shounen anime, ever. Complete with the shitty voice acting.

It was a soul-crushingly boring movie.

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Something that screws over the last four movies is that they were made to feed the fangirls, and generate revenue because the producers knew the fans were coming to watch the books they liked come to life, so they just had to throw scenes from the books and into the movies and let the magic happen. This is a terrible way to adapt something.

Special shoutout too to having to watch Taylor Lautner run around shirtless in four out of five movies. That was very uncomfortable and none of us needed that in our lives, Lautner included.

Super special shoutout to the fact that we disagree with nearly all the casting.

And this isn’t the post for that, but all of the characters were butchered. Some more than others, and some more insidiously than others. It’s the big things, like Carlisle’s character being turned on its head since he thinks all vampires are damned, exactly the opposite of what he thinks in the books, and the little things, like Jasper and Bella being buddies who bicker fondly in New Moon. 

Then the books:

1. Midnight Sun

HANDS DOWN. This is easily our favorite thing to come out of the entire Twilight franchise.

Edward is every kind of crazy at the same time, all the time, and it makes every single sentence packed with delirious entertainment. Reading this book is having a stroke, a psychotic episode, and watching five different true crime shows all at once. We adore every letter of it. (That’s no exaggeration, we even laughed about Edward capitalizing “Son” when Carlisle refers to him as “son” in conversation.)

The book was more than we’d dared to hope for, one of those rare books that makes you go “This was written just for me.”

2. Twilight

The one that started it all.

Vampires are wonderfully creepy. Things like Bella staring at Carlisle acting like the mundane town doctor shortly after learning just how old he is, Alice explaining how vampires kill all, and the uncanny valley perfection of the Cullens all add to the otherness of these vampires, and the general atmosphere of the book.

The love story is convincing. Edward seen through the eyes of Bella is wonderful, the red flags are there but if it weren’t for the books that followed we wouldn’t have decried the ship the way we do.

3. Eclipse

Breaking Dawn is the more interesting book, but Eclipse has less things we outright don’t like. We get to know all the characters better, Edward and Bella are their usual beautiful selves, and it’s overall peak Twilight.

4. Breaking Dawn

Would have ranked much higher, we like what it did. Without it we wouldn’t be in this fandom now, as it brought so much amazing content. The baby plot is fine by us, Carlisle’s friends are great, the Volturi confrontation is a beautiful, if bleak culmination of preventable events. There’s a lot of great stuff in this book.

Unfortunately, and there’s just no diplomatic way to put this, so I’ll just come out with it: there’s too much Jacob.

He no longer had a reason to be in the story, given the way Eclipse ended he had every reason not to be in it. In spite of that we get an entire third of the book from his point of view, and then damned if he’s not shoehorned into the last third as well. He added absolutely nothing to the story, he was just there taking up space and being possessive of a toddler. His POV section was tough to get through, and his presence in book three was just painful. He should have been cut.

5. New Moon

This was the book we had to power through. There are some very good things in it, most notably the Volturi scene, but the Muffin and I enjoy Twilight for the vampires, and that makes Laurent and Hallucination!Edward the highlights of the part of the book where Edward is gone.

There’s also the fact that Jacob isn’t a very compelling character. He has to carry the book now that the Cullens aren’t doing it, and he simply isn’t up for it.

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Yes, we’re aware that these books are ranked according to how much Jacob is in them. We don’t even hate him, not at all, it’s just that he’s boring.

(That being said, the books at their worst are better than the movies at their best. Jacob narrating his perfect playdate with Renesmée would still be preferable to… I’m trying to think of a good scene from the movies. Hm, nevermind.)

As for The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner and Life and Death, only I have read Bree Tanner and I don’t remember it well enough to give a proper assessment. I was bored with the OCs, though, bored to tears, throughout that book I was itching for Victoria and the Cullens. We have not read Life and Death, but we’re offended by its existence so it ranks bottom.

#books vs. movies #twilight movies #twilight books #the twilight saga #twilight renaissance #twilight meta #twilight #movie review #twilight review #i'm using all the tags tonight #the carnivorous muffin #thecarnivorousmuffinmeta #Anonymous #ask #long post

[behaviourisms]

have  you  ever  gone  island  hopping  in  search  for  marshal  for  thirteen  islands  before  coming  upon  the  realisation  that  some  of  the  villager  names  happen  to  be  perfect  for  that  character  you’ve  been  struggling  to  name  for  five  days  straight  ?  just  me  ?  oh  ,  wild  !  well  ,  while  i  cry  for  every  day  that  i  still  don’t  have  marshal  ,  here  for  your  enjoyment  is  a  masterlist  of  animal  crossing  names  anyways  !  if  this  actually  helped  you  in  any  way  ,  please  like  or  reblog  this  post  !

a  :

ace

admiral

agnes

al

alfonso

alice

alli

amelia

anabelle

annalisa

annalise

antonio

apollo

astrid

audie

aurora

ava

avery

axel

aziz

b  :

bea

beau

becky

bella

belle

benedict

benjamin

bertha

bessie

bettina

betty

bianca

bill

billy

blaire

bob

boris

boyd

bree

bruce

butch

c  :

carmen

caroline

carrie

cece

celeste

celia

cesar

chai

charlise

chelsea

cheri

chester

chip

chrissy

chuck

c.j.

clara

claude

claudia

cleo

clyde

cobb

coco

cole

colton

curt

cyd

cyrus

d  :

daisy

deena

del

derwin

diana

dom

dora

drake

e  :

ed

elina

elise

ellie

elmer

eloise

elvis

emerald

epona

erik

étoile

eugene

eunice

f  :

faith

fang

fauna

felicity

flash

flo

flora

francine

frank

franklin

freya

friga

frita

g  :

gabi

gala

gaston

gayle

gen

genji

gigi

giovanni

gladys

gloria

gracie

graham

greta

gulliver

gwen

h  :

hamlet

hank

hans

harry

harriet

harvey

hazel

hector

henry

holden

hopkins

hopper

hugh

i  :

iggy

ike

isabelle

j  :

jack

jacob

jacques

jane

jay

jeremiah

joan

joe

joey

judy

julia

julian

june

k  :

kaitlin

katie

katrina

katt

keaton

ken

kevin

kiki

kit

kitt

klaus

knox

kody

kyle

l  :

leif

leigh

leila

leilani

leonardo

leopold

lily

lionel

liz

lloid

lopez

lottie

louie

lucy

lulu

luna

lyle

lyman

m  :

mabel

mac

maddie

maelle

maggie

mallary

maple

marcel

marcie

marcy

margie

marina

marshal

marty

mathilda

medli

megan

megumi

melba

midge

mint

mira

miranda

moe

molly

monique

monty

murphy

n  :

nan

nana

naomi

nat

nate

norma

o  :

octavian

olaf

olive

olivia

opal

orville

otis

oxford

p  :

paolo

pashmina

patricia

paula

peggy

penelope

penny

pete

petunia

phil

phineas

phoebe

phyllis

pierce

pierre

pietro

piper

poppy

porter

portia

prince

puck

q  :

queenie

r  :

raymond

redd

reese

renée

reneigh

rex

rhoda

rhonda

ricky

rio

rizzo

roald

robin

rocket

rod

rodney

rolf

rooney

rory

roscoe

rosie

rover

rowan

ruby

rudy

s  :

sally

samson

sandy

savannah

serena

shari

sheldon

simon

skye

soleil

spike

stella

sterling

stu

sue

sunny

sven

sydney

sylvana

sylvia

t  :

tammi

tammy

tank

tasha

teddy

tex

tia

tiara

tiffany

timmy

toby

tom

tommy

tybalt

u  :

ursala

v  :

valise

velma

verdun

vesta

vic

viché

victoria

violet

vivian

vladimir

w  :

wade

walker

walt

weber

wendell

wendy

whitney

wilbur

willow

winnie

wolfgang

y  :

yuka

z  :

zell

zoe

zucker

#rph #character help #character inspo #writing help #name masterlist #mi: name masterlist #mi: masterlist #ml: name #mine*

[philtstone]

modern Fergus & the kids, “lemonade”

this is so niche and definitely not 3 sentences and probably doesnt make sense to anyone whos not bell, but .... for u my friend, as a thank u for enabling me like this

“Quick, Faith,” says Bree, tugging urgently at her sister’s sweater. “Da’s gonna be back at four.”

“I’m lookin’,” Faith says, shaking Bree’s arm off. She pushes her glasses further up her nose and peers down the steps of the campus building. “Are y’sure this is where their class is?”

“Mama said,” says Bree, solemn, also peering.

“Mama said,” William agrees. He’s already got lemonade down his front, but that’s okay -- it cancels out the orange juice from breakfast.

Bree notices her first -- as indifferent and unfamiliar as she was the first time they met, two days ago at Thursday night dinner hanging from Fergus’s arm. She’s coming down the building steps, bag in hand, and Bree gives Faith’s poor sleeve another yank.

“That’s her,” she hisses.

William gasps dramatically and flips their handmade Lemonade For Sale sign down over his own head. Faith springs to her full height -- not very tall -- and tugs their meticulously-prepared binder out from under the lean-to plastic table. 

It has unicorns on it; Bree thinks it’s killer.

“Alright,” says Faith, with utmost confidence. “Willie, you’re in charge of offerin’ her a drink. I’ll ask the questions --”

“Ye’ve gotta start with the one about the best type‘ve elephant,” says Bree.

“I know, Bree,” says Faith seriously, squinting down at the binder. “An’ then I’ll ask what she’d do if a cat was up a tree.”

“A meanie cat,” says Willie.

“Like Mrs. Grant’s,” says Bree.

“The meanest,” agrees Faith. “An’ then, Willie --”

“The lemonade,” says William solemnly. He salutes by knocking the cardboard over the top of his head once.

Which would all be well and good, if not for the wrench thrown suddenly and unceremoniously in their meticulously-prepared plans.

“What lemonade?”

All three of them look up, startling; Fergus is standing over them, backpack hanging from one shoulder, his arms crossed. He looks distinctly suspicious.

His awful new girlfriend is hovering behind him, looking curiously down at their stand. 

“Is that a lemonade stand?” she asks. “Oh, Fergus, that’s so cute!”

“What is your favourite moral quality!” blurts out Faith, clutching the unicorn binder to her chest. 

There’s a moment of confused silence; Awful Girlfriend looks rather bewildered. It is not a good look on her, Bree thinks. 

“If ye haven’t got one,” Faith adds, pointedly, “Uncle Murtagh says you’re a lousy sort’ve person.”

"I’m sorry,” she says. “What?”

Fergus groans; Bree grins.

“Lem’nade?” asks Willie, the picture of innocence.

#my writing #3 sentence prompt meme #'3 sentences' LMAO #outlander #i couldnt help myself ok. it just simply would not fit into 3 #faith fraser #brianna fraser #william fraser #fergus fraser #let me know if u want me to put it under the cut #also note the implication that claire is In On Their Plans

[kibleedibleedoo]

Hero of your own Fate 2/?

Thorin x reader

Warnings - brief mention of mental illness, slow burn

A/n - sorry it's a long one

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~Thorin's POV~

It had been a long detour via the Blue mountains which unfortunately had not born any fruit. All Thorin could think about was a hot meal and a place of safety to sleep tonight. He was getting far too old to be a solitary nomad. His fantasising of his next meal led thorin down his third wrong turn of the evening. The shire was full of winding roads that seemed to follow no logical order in their constuction. Thorin could see the house up on a hill, by mahal he probably could hear the company from back in Bree, but he just could not find the right path to get there and the fading like was offering him no favours.

Thorin watched confused as the heavens seemed to rip open as Bagend was aurrounded by a vrief thunder storm and depositing a girl on top of the hill. From this distance it was hard to tell but she certainly wasnt one of his kin and the clothes she was wearing made ger look out of place in this world. Maybe you were a one of a secretive kind, some even more secretive than dwarves that few even knew the existance of. He watched as you settled yourself and entered the hobbit hole. Something deep inside him was drawn to this unfamiliar woman so deep that Thorin was taken by surprise when he knew how to get to that blasted house, to get to you.

~Reader's POV~

That evening was a whirlwind so much seemed to happen in so little time. The quest was explained along with the risks and contracts were handed out to you and the other burglar Bilbo. It took many by surprise when he fainted at the thought of incineration, sure it would be a bad way to go but an instant death was far more preferable than a long drawn out one, the only one not surprised was the leader of our company Thorin oakenshield. He seemed to react to the hobbit with pure annoyance even going so far as to question him on battle experience upon entering poor Bilbo's home. You had no battle experience at least none in hand to hand combat. You cast your mind back to one of your childhood school trips where you were taught how to fire an arrow and a bit of fencing neither of which you were any good at, at the time which gave you little hope for your ability to fight on this quest. You needed training or you would be a liability and you were positive the whole company knew it.

You took the time during Bilbo's recovery to pull Gandalf aside.

"what am i doing here?" you asked rather annoyed with the wizard.

"You offered to help in the café did you not?" he quipped knowing the answer.

"Yes but there is no point me joining if i am only going to be a liability Gandalf" you huffed, you wanted to help you really did but there was no point volunteering for this quest if it was going to end in your demise or the demise of some of the dwarves before the quest is complete.

"You posess talents aside from fighting that will come in useful that I am sure something that those of middle earth lack" the wizard mused. He was almost certainly keeping something to himself about what you could contribute. Before you could respond he continued "I took the liberty of packing supplies for you, some hygiene products from your home but mainly supplies from here for the journey. They are with your pony at the stables" Your eyes grew wide as you realised the wizard had gone through your things.

"You broke into my house!" you exclaimed in a hushed tone trying to stop any of the dwarves from prying, unfortunately you could not seem to shake the handsome one's peircing gaze. "What if my roommate saw you? omg wait what did you see in my stuff!" at this point you were starting to panic, your roommate had always suffered from anxiety and happening upon a strange man riffling through your stuff wasnt exactly something they would take in their stride.

"I was not seen, and magic comes in useful in your realm too" he chucked "the essentials come to me, they seemed nicely organised so I packed the entire bag for you" mentally you were piecing together what you would be carrying. That bag contained your toothbrush, toothpaste, a few wash cloths, deoderant, conditioner, a spare pair of panties, and some everyday makeup items. Okay so no shampoo, you werent exactly sure when you would get the opportunity to wash your hair while trekking across this world but you had heard others try a no-poo style of washing their hair so that must be what you would have to do from now on. "Along with what is already packed here are a new set of clothes to help you fit in better and if you will let me I can exchange and money you have for coin you can use here." You werent sure exactly where he had stored the fresh clothes but he seemed sincere so you handed your bag over to him.

"Dont touch anything else in there, you only have permission to exchange currency" you said in a stern voice "they might not all work here but they are important to me" you finished softly. You took the clothes to a seperate room and closed the door behind you. It was dark but you still had your phone in your pocket so could use the torch for a while. You silently thanked whatever deity was up there that your parents had got you a solar powered power bank for christmas and it was in your bag, where you always kept it, your phone might run out of battery soon but you knew that you would be able to look through your photos whenever you got homesick on this quest. You turned your attention to the clothes, inspecting each item you noticed the outfit looked like something that would have been worn during the 18th century back home. Luckily your roomate was studing fashion history at the local university so you knew where all the fabric was supposed to go. Gandalf had also been nice and provided you with a corset which did up on the front, looking at them you could almost hear your roommate telling you this style was called a 'pair of bodies' and you chuckled knowing that while this outfit might be more practical than what you were wearing it was still going to be a nuisance to put on and wear all the time. You got undressed and threw the shift over your underwear, not ready to give up your modern bra and pants just yet, next you decided you still wanted to wear your leggings. If you were supposed to learn how to ride a horse tomorrow you sure as hell were going to have some fabric between your skin and the saddle plus it would preserve some of your dignity if you fell off and your skirt flew over your head. Time for the corset, the stomacher was rock hard which you thought might provide some protection, against what you werent quite sure of yet, and the corset was surprisingly easy to lace up at the front. The next item you loved, it was a shame modern women's fashion hated them so much but these bags you tied at your waist formed huge pockets which could fit most of the contents of your bag in without anyone being any the wise. The petticoat and skirt followed and a jacket tied the look together. You decided your doc martens would be far better to wear than whatever flimy shoe gandalf had provided so with your outfit complete you returned to the company.

Gandalf sat there smiling with a bag of coins in his hand. You felt you looked slightly ridiculous, especially since your bosom was more pronounced than in your oversized tee.

"Now you look like you belong here" he took a sip of wine and nodded.

"I might look like it but I have still kept some of my modern luxuries" you responded smugly waving your t-shirt a bit. He smirked handing you over the coins and your backpack back. You stuffed the tshirt in with the rest of your stuff and made a mental note to wear it as a pyjama top.

~Thorin's POV~

Y/N had disappeared off into one of the rooms shortly after her argument with gandalf. It seemed like the company had lost both of their burglars within the space of five minutes. Thorin huffed and sat back next to Balin who was always a source of comfort to him even before Erebor fell.

"We do not have time to delay Balin, if we must leave without them then that is what we must do" Thorin sighed, fewer and fewer folk were supporting this mission a band of 13 dwarves and a wizard was hardly a match for a dragon if Smaug still lived.

"I know lad, have faith this is a worthy quest and mahal would not have forsaken us" Balin smiled reassuringly at Thorin. Balin trusted Thorin like he trusted no other, he knew Thorin would give anything for his people and would do everything in his power to provide them with a place of sanctuary. The pair sat in silence for a few moments when Y/N came out of one of the rooms in a different outfit. The dress made her look like one of them, it fitted her so much better than what she had on before and Thorin found himself staring in awe at her.

"it seems she hadnt given up on us afterall" Balin nudged Thorin grabbing his attention

"aye but does a woman belong on this quest" Thorin sighed "she looks weaker than Dis and we wouldnt allow her to join us"

"she will be fine" Balin was puzzled by Thorin's sudden change in attutude until he realised Thorin was still watching the lass like a hawk. "she will have us to protect her and Im sure you wouldnt mind training her" Balin joked.

"I will not let her presence effect this quest, we will make sure she is trained" Thorin barked back. Both dwarves knew it was already too late just her sheer presence made Thorin reconsider his priorities.

#thorin oakenshield #thorin imagine #thorin x reader #king thorin #thorin oakenshield imagine #Kilby writes #fan fic #thorin durin #king under the mountain

[hystericalweenie]

Just Another Day at the Office Series - New Experiences

George MacKay x Reader Series

Part Seven: Confessions

Masterlist

Summary: Y/f/n Y/l/n had found herself stuck in a scenario she’d never thought she’d ever have to face: she’d been catching feelings for a coworker. While she attempted to adapt to her new job and work load, she also had to get used to these new feelings and figure out what the fuck to do with them. George made her want to take risks, she didn’t care about the potentiality of a broken heart with him, because falling in love with him made it seem worth it. Is George falling for Y/n too? Will he be able to reciprocate her feelings?

a/n: I have absolutely no personal experience in magazine/journalism career, so the information in this fic will be provided with the knowledge I have conducted from research. With that being said, please don’t be mad if this is not accurate!!! Also, thank you to all the anons that sent in ideas! They were so helpful! I can’t figure out how to screenshot them and put them in here :( but y’all know who u are <3 

Warnings: This is a slow burn fic, their relationship won’t happen in one night, so if you’re not into that, check out some of the beautifully written imagines that you can most likely find under the george mackayxreader tag. I might eventually write some of my own too :P At least one person’s saying “fuck” and there’s some extreme smut y’all... NSFW content, continue at your own risk

“What are you doing here?”

My arms were crossed and my eyebrows looking angry. A confused expression painted his face, telling me that he wasn’t sure why I was upset.

“You weren’t answering my texts, I just wanted to make sure you were alright,” he confessed, his eyes softening in embarrassment. 

“Oh.” I looked down at the floor, not sure what to say.

He brought his hand to the nape of his neck, scratching awkwardly.

“I, uhm, I’ll leave,” he announced.

No.

“I saw you and Faith at that restaurant down the street,” I blurted, my words jumbling together quickly in anxiousness and fear that he’d leave. 

“Oh.” He dragged out the “o” vowel, accentuating the word, making me more nervous.

I held myself back from bringing my fingers up to my mouth and gnawing on my nails, not wanting to show him how anxious he’d truly been making me. 

“She’s my ex-girlfriend,” he confessed.

What?!.

I think my expression was able to display the emotions I was feeling, considering I could feel the color drain from my face in shock and that familiar nervous knot in my stomach made me feel like I could bend over and retch all over his shoes. 

“No,” he began, putting his hands up defensively. “Not like that; we broke up, because she’s gay, Y/n.”

My eyebrows angrily furrowed as my confusion heightened and I wasn’t able to form words. 

“Huh?” I was able to muster, given the situation I’d just been informed of.

He chuckled lightly, bringing his index finger and thumb to the bridge of his nose, looking down for a moment as if he was searching for the right words to say.

“Remember when I told you about my last relationship? That things just didn’t work out?” He used his hands to gesture as he attempted to explain the situation to me.

I nodded, recollecting the memories from my sofa.

“Your last relationship was in college?”

I gulped. Did I let that detail slip?

“Yeah,” I began, scratching the back of my neck. “I haven’t really had the time for a relationship since I started working full-time.”

I hoped he wouldn’t be able to tell that I was lying. I prayed that my inevitable blushed cheeks wouldn’t turn scarlet. I begged that he wouldn’t think I was weird for not having been in a relationship for so long.

“How long has it been, then?”

I chewed my lip. Fuck. I felt like Bree had asked me the same question just yesterday, except in a different context, of course. Though, my answer remained the same.

“Two years,” I cringed at my own answer, before gesturing my hand out to him. “How about you?”

“Almost a year,” he admitted with a shrug. “Only lasted a few months, things just didn’t work out.”

“Well, I wasn't receiving much from her side of the relationship, figured she just wasn’t into me,” he used his hands to gesture again, staring into my eyes as he explained himself. “Well, that’s how the relationship ended. But, she told me a few months ago that it had nothing to do with me; she’s gay, she’s been gay, she just wasn’t in a place where she felt comfortable to come out until then. Since then, her and I have been friends and sometimes she’d hang out with Dean and Andrew, as well. Yesterday, she came with us to visit Andrew in rehab. We went for lunch afterwards, which is when you saw us.”

I froze at the explanation, realizing how dramatic I was being and how much I’d overreacted without letting him explain himself first. I groaned, bringing my palms to my face.

“God, I feel like such an idiot!” I exclaimed, my voice muffled against my hands.

He grabbed my hands, gently bringing them to my sides as his amused expression stared back at my exposed face.

“You were jealous, huh?” He chided, smirking down at me.

I rolled my eyes as I felt my cheeks redden. 

“Love, you have nothing to be jealous about,” he brought his hand to caress my face, pressing his lips to my forehead. “Although, I find it adorable.”

I tried not to melt right there, my cheek in his hand as I looked up at him, admiring the way his locks sat perfectly on his head and his pink, plump lips were curled in a lazy smile. His eyes were soft, blue abyss staring down at me lovingly, whilst I attempted not to get lost in them.

I brought my face to his, my lips brushing softly against his own. I knew I could have tried, but I was in too deep. The taste of his lips brought me peace, the scent of him brought me serenity and eased all of the anxiety I’d been previously experiencing. There was no way in hell I would’ve been able to just let him slip through my fingers; I wouldn't allow it.

That week had gone by fast, much more quickly than I would have liked. George’s birthday was on Friday, and I had no idea if it was expected of me to get him something or not. Hell, I wasn't sure if he’d wanted to spend his day with me. 

Nonetheless, I woke up extra early, so that I’d have time to do my hair in waves and put a little more effort into my makeup than normal. I wore a sexy black pencil skirt, knowing that he loved that way it hugged my figure. I paired it with a blouse, showing enough cleavage that I knew would drive him crazy. I finalized the look with a pair of heels, making my exposed legs appear longer. Satisfied and giddy, I rushed out of the apartment with endless thoughts of his reaction.

Grinning as I greeted the receptionist and getting into the elevator, chewing anxiously on my lip, I awaited my floor. Once the doors slid open, I made my way to my desk, my legs carrying me with a confident stride. Dean’s eyes lingered on me over his computer, as I sat myself down in my chair. 

“Hi, Dean,” I spoke to him, leaning my head away from my computer to meet his eyes.

I noticed a faint blush on his cheeks, his eyes peeling from his screen to look at me.

“Morning Y/n,” he began, clearing his throat. “You look lovely today, by the way. Not that you don’t look good any other day, bu–”

“Thank you, Dean,” I interrupted him, grinning at the adorable brunette.

I kept to myself, working silently until my nerves took over me. My heels were tapping nervously on the ground, wondering what his reaction would be like. I fantasized about his fingers wandering up my legs, grasping my bum with his large palms. I could feel the wet patch in my panties beginning to form at the thoughts, finally getting up from my seat and marching toward the elevator. Pressing the button as the doors closed behind me, I flattened my skirt and tousled my hair, hoping to perfect my appearance during this intermission. 

The doors slid open, revealing a figure in a button up and slacks.

It was him. 

I gulped, grabbing his collar and pulling him into the elevator with me, pressing the closing door button along with a bunch of random floor buttons, truly not caring about anything else but him. His lips attached to mine in an instant, his hands resting on the small of my back before lowering to my bum, squeezing my ass, causing a moan to escape my lips. Our tongues fought for dominance, my fingers wrapping around his neck and pulling at his hair eagerly. 

“I can’t take you here in the elevator, love,” he complained, his voice raspy with lust and his minty breath hitting me before attaching back onto my lips again.

The doors opened, causing us to quickly peel away from each other as someone entered the elevator. We exchanged glances, eyes wide at the intruder. They reached over, pressing their desired floor before pulling their phone out and entertaining themselves with the tiny device momentarily. The multiple lit up buttons flashed back at me, reminding me that I’d pressed buttons at random. The next floor that the elevator stopped at, George and I piled out quickly, laughing at the awkward situation. We found the stairs, opening the door to the abandoned, dimly lit flights of narrow stairs. He grasped my face with his palms, bringing me back to his lips.

This time, our lips moved with less eagerness, instead at a slow pace, our tongues less involved. He pulled away, finalizing our kiss with a peck. 

“Happy birthday,” I sighed blissfully, my lips swollen.

He bit his lip, bringing my face toward him again to peck my lips once more, resting his forehead against my own.

“Best birthday ever,” he admitted. “Thank you, my love.”

His thumbs stroked my cheekbones before he pulled away, grasping my hand as we made our way down the stairs. I intertwined our fingers, trying to bite back the giddy smile that threatened to make its way onto my lips. My stomach erupted with butterflies, as our footsteps echoed throughout the abandoned flights of stairs.

“You have any plans today?” I asked, gently swinging our hands.

He shrugged. “I think Dean wants to get drinks somewhere after work, but that’s it.”

I nodded, wondering if he was hinting at making plans. Once we’d reached his floor, he brought the back of my hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss before untangling our fingers.

“Text me tonight? We can do something?”

I blushed.

“Of course, George.”

He walked over to me, fixing my hair for me before fiddling with my blouse and skirt, flattening the wrinkled fabric and fixing the disheveled top. He stepped away, scanning me and smiling in satisfaction before pressing a quick kiss on my cheek and opening the door, leaving me a blushing mess. This man was going to be the death of me.

I slipped my heels off, my sore feet carrying me to my bed. I plopped onto my stomach, pulling my phone out. 

Me: What do you feel like doing later?

Buzz.

George: Hmm...

George: Wine and movies at mine?

I grinned.

Me: That sounds perfect.

George: Does 8 sound good? Sorry if that’s a little late, Dean and I are going for dinner and drinks right now.

Me: Nope, perfect. Have fun, don’t get plastered ;)

George: I know my limit, love

George: I’m not like you ;)

Me: Omg. That feels like forever ago now, when the hell are you going to live that down?

George: Never.

George: I’ll text you when I get home

Me: Sounds good. See you then, birthday boy!

George: *insert... Is there a birthday emoji?

George: Never mind.. See you, Y/n

I was glad my hair was at least done, it was one less thing for me to do. However, with two hours to spare, I wished that I had something else to do. I fixed my makeup, powdering the spots that’d managed to get shiny throughout the day and reapplying my lip stain. I began picking out an outfit, shoveling through the hangers in my tiny closet. I settled on my usual jeans and flattering top, dressing myself and leaving my bedroom to watch television with Bree, listening to her rant about her day.

After enduring her complaints about her coworkers, I received a text message from George.

George: I’m ready whenever you are

I looked at the time on my phone, realizing it was already past eight o'clock, and I’d lost track of time. I grabbed my purse and rushed out of the apartment, practically jogging to my car. I started the vehicle, hearing it roar to life before making my way to him.

Finally arriving to his building, I texted him, letting him know that I’d arrived before I waited for him to meet me at my car. He walked me inside, leading me to his apartment as I eyed his outfit, which consisted of jeans and a white tee. With such a casual outfit, he managed to make it look so good. We entered his home, the familiar scent of sandalwood and vanilla welcoming me. A bottle of wine and two empty glasses sat on the coffee table in front of his sofa, awaiting my presence. I smiled at the gesture, taking my jacket off and following him to the sofa. He poured the red deliciousness into my glass before pouring himself a glass and bringing it to his lips.

He grabbed the remote controller, starting some random movie and wrapping his arm around me, pulling me into his side as the opening credits rolled. I sighed in content, breathing in his scent as my head lay against his chest, his skin warm through the fabric of his shirt. His fingers traced my arm, drawing shapes and patterns at random whilst his eyes remained concentrated on the screen. The simplicity of this moment, yet the weight of sincerity it held, made my heart ache for him. It was at this moment that I’d realized I was fully emerged in George, there was absolutely no way that I could have turned back, even if I’d wanted to. I longed for him, I needed him.

“George,” I called to him softly, turning my head to look up at him.

His eyes gazed down at me, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. His deep blue eyes bore into mine, awaiting an explanation for the way I called his name, his curly light locks contrasting. His skin looked soft and calm, no angry creases or lines except the concerned ones between his eyebrows. His lips were slightly puckered in a curious pout, slightly stained with wine. I devoured these features, wishing I could look at him forever. But staring at him made me miss the physicality of him, the sweet rhythm of our lips together and the feeling of his hips rolling against mine.

I needed more with him.

I needed him to make love to me. I needed to feel him inside of me, filling me up like his dick was meant to be there. I needed him to stretch me out and fuck me into tomorrow. 

I needed this; I needed him. 

 “Y/n?” he brought his hand to my face, gently stroking my cheek with the backs of his fingers. “I need words, love.”

My lips trembled from my thoughts, my core dripping and aching in agony as I devoured his features once more. 

“You,” I whimpered, with a gulp. “I need you.”

He bent his face down to me, his hand moving to my chin to lift my own up to meet his lips. He stilled, his lips barely brushing mine.

“You have me, love,” he confessed, his thumb moving to drag across my bottom lip. “Any way you need me; I’m all yours.”

I moved up to my knees in an instant, crashing my lips onto his as my hands went to grasp his face, my lips moving feverishly against his. His lips adapted to my rhythm quickly, tongue slipping between my own. He was quick to grab at my thighs, pulling my legs around his waist before standing up and carrying us to his bedroom, our lips still connected. He waisted no time, kicking his door open with his foot and closing it the same way behind us, gently laying me on the bed. He kicked his shoes off, peeling the fabric of his shirt off of his torso. I did the same with my shirt, revealing my lacy black bra that I’d worn in case he’d end up seeing me in my undergarments. I scooted myself up on the bed as he made his way on top of me, his lips finding their way back to mine. 

His lips began trailing down my jaw to my neck, finding my sweet spot and gently sucking. My fingers went to his hair, tugging as breathy sighs left my mouth, the feeling of his mouth nibbling and sucking at the pleasurable spot. Positive that he’d left a bruise, he moved to my chest to repeat the same thing on one of the valleys of my breasts. His locks tickled my face, erupting my senses with the smell of his shampoo. I lifted my body as his fingers slowly wrapped around the band of the bra, going to the back to unclasp it. Successfully moving the bra off of me, his mouth went to latch onto one of my nipples, causing me to moan at the sudden sensation. 

The feeling of his tongue lapping at the bud, his hand moving to massage the other breast, was almost enough to drive me over the edge. I could feel the obvious wetness in my panties as my core dripped more and more by the second, my hips bucking for some kind of relief. His mouth left my nipple, moving to the other one and repeating the same actions. My fingers continued to thread through his locks desperately, my hips bucking against his stomach. 

His lips released from my nipple with a pop, looking up at me and meeting my y/e/c eyes with his blue ones, looking darker than ever with lust. His eyes continued to gaze into mine as he unbuttoned my jeans. I lifted my hips, helping him slide the fabric off of my legs. He moved himself down, his lips pressing over my clothed core. I moaned aloud, the sudden tease giving me stimulation. I could feel him grin, his fingers hooking around the band of my panties before painfully slowly peeling them off of me. His arms hooked around my thighs, pulling them apart as he gazed at my heat. 

“Christ, love, you’re dripping,” he observed in awe.

I watched as his lips pressed to my mound, to each inner thigh, before finally latching to my clit. My jaw went slack as I watched him, his dilated pupils meeting mine as his tongue moved against me. The sensation made my eyes roll to the back of my head, giving me relief and better pleasure than I could have ever imagined. As his tongue lapped slowly at the sensitive bud, I felt his finger tease my folds, my hips bucking in reaction. His finger finally entered me easily, slipping and curling right into my clenching walls. He kept at a slow rhythm before adding another finger and lapping at my clit more quickly. His fingers began to speed up at as well, causing my back to arch. 

I felt my climax near, before he pulled away. I gasped at his action with a frown. He quickly unzipped his pants, his briefs following suit as his cock slapped against his stomach. My lips parted at the sight, before he moved to his nightstand. 

“You don't need one,” I cleared my throat, my legs still open as I lay there. “I’m all covered.”

He eyes widened, and I swore I saw precum beginning to leak out due to my words.

“Shit, are you sure?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing. 

I nodded, recollecting memories of taking my birth control on the dot for the past week, knowing that this moment was inevitable. He walked back over to me, moving back on top of me. He pressed his lips to mine, giving me a sweet kiss before pulling away and positioning himself.

This is it.

He rubbed his tip up and down my heat, coating his tip with my wetness, before slowly pushing into me. His face hovered above mine, watching my expression as I felt him carefully slide his entire length into me. It was uncomfortable, his large size was something I’d not been used to. He stopped, pressing a kiss to my forehead. 

“Let me know whenever you’re ready for me to move,” he assured me, his hand coming to my face to stroke my cheek and push a few strands of hair out of my face. 

I nodded, my eyes closed and my forehead creasing at the pressure as he allowed me to adjust to him. I forced myself to open my eyes, meeting his blue ones. I concentrated on the blue orbs, eyes moving to the freckles on his nose and the disheveled waves on his head. His swollen, plump lips called for mine, as I attached mine to his without thinking. I pulled away, eyes absorbing his features once more, and I felt myself open up for him. It amazed me that I could find such comfort and peace so quickly in his features. I gave him a nod, letting him know that he could begin moving. He pressed one more gentle kiss onto my lips before slowly pushing himself out and moving back inside of me.

His hips moved gently against mine, still keeping at a careful pace. I was quick to adjust to the movements, beginning to find pleasure in the feeling. I could feel him stretching me, feeling all of the veins and ridges of his bare cock against my walls. I sighed, giving him more confidence to pull more of himself out and reenter me with a little more force. Our lips attached to each other, moving together at a rhythm, similar to the one he’d been fucking me with. His hips rolled against mine, feeling him go deeper into me as my fingers went back to his hair, needing to tug on the soft locks. 

I wrapped my legs around his hips, giving him more access to fuck me deeper. I moaned against his lips as his pace began picking up, hearing the sounds of him moving through my juices, his skin slapping against mine. His thrusts became deeper and harder, bringing me close to my edge.

“I-I’m close, George,” I informed him, my lips pulling away as our foreheads rested against each other.

“Cum for me, angel,” he encouraged me, thrusting himself deep enough to brush a certain spot that drove me to my orgasm. 

My eyes shut as my vision went fuzzy, feeling myself clench around him whilst I rode my high through his thrusts, bucking my hips to meet his own. He quickly pulled out of me, his hand going to his cock as he pleasured himself. I moved myself under him, causing him to finish himself over my breasts, his mouth agape and his eyes half-lidded. The sight of his cum on my breasts was enough to make him hard again, his pupils dilated at the sight underneath him.

“Can you go for another round?” I asked, looking up at him after noticing his already-erect penis.

He blissful, fucked-out expression turned into a smirk.

“I thought you’d never ask, angel,” he admitted, bringing me back up to his lips. 

We kissed with much more force this time, as I rolled myself on top of him, his juices meeting his chest as well. But we didn’t care–we needed to feel each other again. I sat up, straddling him, before raising myself up and positioning his dick at my entrance once again. I slowly lowered myself onto him, feeling him blissfully fill me again. I didn’t need to adjust this time, instead, I began swirling my hips almost instantly. His hands immediately went to my hips, his fingers digging into the skin, guiding me against him. My own hands went to his chest, looking down and watching as I moved against him. 

His hands snaked up my back, pulling me down to meet his lips. We kissed sloppily as I began moving faster against him, feeling him deeper and deeper inside of me, hoping he’d hit the spot inside of me again. I pulled away, sitting back up and rocking my hips faster, feeling my second climax approaching. Without warning, he lifted me up by my hips and began pounding into me, chasing his own release. And with this faster, harder, and deeper pace, he hit the spot I’d been searching for, and he hit it over and over. I screamed in pleasure, clenching around him, as I felt him spurt inside of me, hitting the spot again whilst I rode my high, the stimulation causing me to roll my eyes back and my thighs quiver. 

I raised myself off of him, watching his juices, mixed with my own, slowly drip out of my entrance. I plopped next to him, my chest heaving up and down, my body exhausted from all of the energy I’d just exerted. 

“I need to take a fucking shower,” I breathed with a laugh, looking down at my chest, still littered with his juices whilst more of him dripped out of me.

I turned my head to look at him, noticing he’d already been looking at me.

“Be mine, Y/n.”

#george mackay #george mackay x reader #x reader fic #x reader #smut #1917 #1917 cast #fanfic #fanfics

[desperationandgin]

5x04 OR: How I had so many thoughts about Jamie and Claire that I ceased to exist for an entire weekend!!!!

first of all, before I forget: I started reading Cait’s first book club pick and when I’m like...REALLY reading I tend to shy away from social media because I’ll fall into holes and then I DON’T read. So there’s that, not that anyone was worried or asked, but! 

I also wanted to compose my thoughts on ‘The Company We Keep’ because it was a lot as far as J/C content goes and it ALMOST feels like overload because I feel like it’s the most we’ve gotten in so long??? So before I start gushing or WHATEVER, what I didn’t like remains the same - militia/regulators/etc. To be fair to the show, it’s the most boring part to me in the book as well, save for when there’s action involving Jamie and Claire directly. And to be even fairer, as I was watching seasons 1 and 2 I was always like ‘lol boring’ but now I go back and don’t mind it at all. I’m wondering if that’s how I’ll feel this time next year when it’s re-watch time.

The only thing that made me ???? was the weird ending but WHATEVER okay let’s just get into what we all care about the most!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I JUST DIED AGAIN????

So, I guess let’s start with Jamie not being able to stop watching Claire with wee Bonnie. Here’s what was weird: that he mentioned Bree and not Faith. I promise I won’t be one of those ‘in the books...’ people but IN THE BOOKS:

“I saw ye with the wean, Sassenach, riding. Ye’ve a great tenderness about ye always—but when I saw ye so, wi’ the bairn tumbling about beneath your cloak, it—I remembered, how it was, how ye looked, when ye carried Faith.”

I won’t lie, I really wanted that line or an approximation thereof, so there’s a tiny niggling of...I wouldn’t even call it being bummed because I LOVED WHAT THEY DID, but just a little like welp, I guess that’s what fanfic is for!

ANYWAY.

Jamie Fraser being soft for his wife holding babies really turns me into a pile of goo that cannot function for days, so jot that down. 

This is also how I like my Frasers - together and stronger for it. Not loving that they’re separating and the preview for next week has me like ‘hmm’ BUT just a couple more episodes and we’re in that back half that Cait and Sam mentioned SO many times 👀👀👀

OBLIGATORY FOREHEAD AND RING KISSES MENTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(is it just me or did Jamie have more scruff this episode??? y/y don’t argue with me I want it to be scruffier for my own fic purposes lkdfdsg lmao)

🚨🚨🚨 CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT ALERT  🚨🚨🚨

Claire Elizabeth Fraser, I am so proud of you. I feel like even a season ago, the mention of real medical advice being total bullshit would have Claire up in arms, being stubborn, pressing her point and arguing probably until Jamie has to come in and be like ‘lol sorry for my wife she’s English.’ BUT INSTEAD she quietly read the room and just noped out and I’m so proud of her!!!! She went straight to Jamie WHAT A RELIEF LOL.

Also...they made too big a deal of Fergus using THAT piece of paper, so this thing with the article was a red herring. You should not relax. You should not think that’s the end of it. Do not forget this even though they want to lull you into a false sense of security. It was too easy.

(I forgot to mention Claire and Jamie not appreciating Fergus’ jokes lmao. I know it’s been stressful but their faces were PRICELESS.)

Now I am not so gracefully going to segue to drunk Claire. Drunk Claire dancing! Drunk Claire being entertained by her dancing husband! Drunk Clarie stumbling in the woods! Drunk Claire ready to find a secluded spot to ride Jamie (probably)! And then Jamie, seemingly stone-cold sober is like ‘so what if we keep this baby?’

AND CLAIRE’S FACE IS WHAT LITERALLY SENT ME BEYOND AND KILLED ME. CAIT’S FACE??? HER EYES??? THEY WERE SO BIG AND THERE WAS SO MUCH LOVE AND I COULD FEEL HOW MUCH SHE WISHED SHE COULD JUST ABSORB JAMIE INTO HER ENTIRE BEING AND NEVER BE WITHOUT HIM AND RAISE 9405346 BABIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM HONESTLY CRYINNNNNNNNN AGAIN 😭😭😭😭

Okay

Okay, I’m calm now. I can do this. Only a few more thoughts.

Mom!Claire in full effect with Alicia was beautiful. She can’t help it, she’ll mother any young soul that needs it and that’s beautiful 😢 I love her so much lmao I’m sorry I can’t stop gushing about Claire, it is what it is.

Man of the hour Jamie Fraser, willing to go back to the Ridge and raise an infant even though he has plenty of grandbairns now and he hardly gets time alone with his wife as it is - let’s just. my heart hurts??? I feel like I have a stomach ache from how pure this is, how completely earnest he is. My sweet boy would do anything for his wife and I’m just. I’m a mess. I’m a wreck about it. This love is so BEYOND. As much as I thought a sexy scene was coming, this was that soul-connecting, pure love moment I needed even more. Forehead bumps, soft kisses, sharing their hearts with one another - it’s been a long time since I’ve felt so warm and heart-eyed after an episode featuring them.

And then there was the rest of the episode, and it was fine, and I’m sure later when I’m not up in my feels I’ll appreciate it all more. OH, but the Bree stuff deserves more than a gloss over - the Bree AND Marsali stuff. Hold on, let me add a paragraph about them:

I loved Sophie in this episode, the scene where she thought Bonnet had Jem was tense and gut-wrenching, and I said out loud ‘I really wish Jamie were there!!!’ (A thing I did gloss over last week was how badly I wished Bree and Jamie had talked. Why didn’t they???) And then there was Marsali, and Lauren Lyle was pitch-perfect. Marsali’s facial expressions, her confession, her actual point - she was so compelling. I would LOVE more of Bree and Marsali together, but I am THRILLED we’ll be having more Marsali and Claire, too. And Bonnet was definitely out in those woods, right? Ugh. I NEED JAMIE TO BE HOME TOO NOT JUST CLAIRE, PLEASE.

And there we go. That’s it. I’m composed. NOW I GOTTA GO WATCH IT AGAIN!

#outlander #jamie x claire #jamie fraser #claire fraser #the company we keep #spoilers

[random-imagines-blog]

Jenny of Oldstones {Frodo Baggins x Reader}

Requested by: @depressed-comics Wordcount: 2241 Summary: Encouraged by Pippin, you show off your singing skills to the company. Your best friend Frodo is taken aback by the fact you never told him you could sing. Notes: Song is Jenny of Oldstones by Florence + The Machine

Having a Baggins as a best friend meant that you were always in for a world of adventure. It started with being babysat by Bilbo, and listening to the tales of his adventures. And then as you grew up, it turned into going through his vast library and pulling the tomes off of the shelves and going through them. You loved the tales of the dwarves best. Elves were cool and all, but it seemed like all that they wanted to do was look pretty in the trees. Humans were too easily corrupted but the dwarves - they just wanted to make things. You related to them in that way, though you didn’t want to work in the mines and make pretty golden things. You wanted to make music, but you kept that to yourself. Only your friend Pippin knew, and that’s because you stumbled upon him when he was singing. You showed him that you could sing too, and the both of you would sometimes meet up at night and practice duets together. The only thing was, you made him promise that he wouldn’t ever reveal it to Frodo. You were a bit frightened of what he might think if he found out. It was the only thing that you had that was separate from him.

The world of adventure grew bigger when Gandalf came from Uncle Bilbo’s birthday. It had started off with fireworks, and ended up as the beginning of a quest. You refused to leave Frodo’s side on most occasions, so of course Gandalf wasn’t even going to attempt to hide this from you. Sam then listened in from outside, the fumbling gardener that you also considered to be a close friend, and soon enough, you knew what you had to do.

You were swept into a journey straight out of Bilbo’s stories! Gandalf seemed to be the writer, and the instigator of them both. Running into Merry and Pippin, going to Bree, being far from the Shire, that was adventure enough. But then Aragorn, the night riders, Rivendell, meeting the elves, forming the Fellowship! And on top of that, being the only female on the ten-person group! The people back in The Shire were never going to believe this.

It was your second night away from Rivendell. Mordor, especially Mount Doom, still seemed so far away. The land was still in peace where the ten of you were camping out for the night, creating a fire before the skies got too dark. You were peeling up some potatoes for a makeshift stew, using the knife that you had gotten in the Elven city. Everyone got new weapons there, and you thought yours was pretty nifty, though you were a little disappointed you didn’t get a fancy sword like Aragorn. Still, you had your eyes set on using it the next time that Boromir offered to teach you and the other hobbits how to fight.

Sam was on one side of you, peeling some carrots and throwing them into the pot. Frodo had his head on your lap, stretched out as he seemed to be in constant contemplation. It was hard not to look at him with pity these days. He had the weight of the world on his shoulders. And not just that, but an evil overlord on top of that world, making it heavier and heavier by the day. Pippin and Merry weren’t helping all that much, not that you had expected them too, and they were pestering Boromir about some argument that they had earlier that morning about him eating the apple that Merry specifically wanted. Legolas and Gimli were on opposite sides of the camp, not having gotten used to one another and Aragorn was across from you, stripping rabbits for the stew.

“You alright?” You asked Frodo, taking a break to run your fingers through his curly hair. He looked up at you with his wide blue eyes and nodded.

“Just tired,” He said, quietly. You knew he didn’t like to complain much, even though he had the biggest burden to bear out of all of you. You gave him a wary smile, knowing that it was more than that, but you would let it go. If he really wanted to talk about it, you had full faith that he would come to you. That’s what best friends did.

“Know what would go great with dinner?” Pippin asked, coming and sitting by you and Sam.

“Your help,” Sam muttered, throwing his carrots into the pot. You chuckled at his answer, somewhat agreeing, but then again - you weren’t sure that Pippin could cook at all. His help might actually hinder the meal.

“A song!” He grinned widely at you in the earnest way that he always did when he would try to get you to sing. You shook your head quickly, and looked towards the boiling pot as a distraction.

“Go ahead and sing then, Pip.” You said, picking up another potato and started to peel it.

“I’m sick of his voice, let someone else sing for once,” Merry joined the group, warming his feet by the fire. That he hadn’t helped to create, by the way. He looked over at you with a joyful, but mischevious expression on his face. “Come on, y/n, I’ve never heard you sing, you’ve got to know some songs.”

“He’s right, you never sing,” Sam said thoughtfully, his mood slowly turning from annoyed to curious. “Even at the parties.”

“Everyone knows y/n doesn’t sing,” Frodo jumped in, thinking that he was defending you. He sat up and put his arm around your shoulder. “So leave her alone.”

“She does too sing!” Pippin said,  making you shoot a glare at him. “Oh come on, we’re on an adventure, a quest! There’s no better time for you to show them than now!”

“Do you ever think with your working brain, Took?” You asked, leaning into your best friends embrace.

“There’s no harm in a song,” Boromir smiled his most charming smile and took a seat around the fire. Eventually, the elf and the dwarf did too. The only one who took no interest in the conversation was Aragorn, who continued to work at the rabbit. “Especially from a lass. Treat us to a song!”

You flushed slightly under Boromir’s smile. You might be a Hobbit, but you could appreciate the beauty that humans have. He was so unlike all of the Hobbits that you had seen. But you still preferred the curls of Hobbits over the lankiness of Human hair. “If you don’t mind your ears bleeding, I guess I know a song.”

You avoided looking at Frodo as you started to sing the song. Your voice was like a fog across the ground, spreading as you grew louder, the lyrics from your childhood spilling out. It was a song that your mother used to sing to you when you two went to pick flowers for her to sell at the market. It was a bit of a sad song, but it was good for nights like this.

“High in the halls of the kings who are gone, Jenny would dance with her ghosts, the ones she had lost and the ones she had found, and the ones who had loved her the most...”

Pippin was smiling widely like an idiot. Merry and Sam had their jaws dropped. They’ve never heard you sing, and now they were both wondering why that was. They were entranced by your voice - but not as much as Frodo was. His mouth was closed, but he was biting the inside of his cheek.

“The ones who’d been gone for so very long, she couldn’t remember their names. They spun her around on the damp old stones, spun away all her sorrow and pain.”

Aragorn threw the chunks of meat into the boiling pot. Boromir crossed his legs as he sat on the ground and leaned in to listen. Frodo leaned away from you, his arm leaving your shoulders.

“And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave...”

Legolas leaned against a tree, his arms crossed in front of him. His eyes shone against the darkness, almost as bright as the fire beneath the pot.

“They danced through the day and into the night through the snow that swept through the hall, from winter to summer to winter again, till the walls did crumble and fall.”

Frodo got to his feet and took a couple of steps away from the fire. Sam had to quickly throw himself forward to stir the stew before it started to bubble over. Gimli came over, mumbling to himself, but stopped when he heard your singing.

“And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave...”

You finished the song and rested your hands on your lap, unsure of how to react to the scattering of applause that came from your companions. Well, from all except one of them. The important one. Frodo had walked away completely by the time your last note hit the air, and you looked at the way that he had gone. Sam picked up one of the potatoes left in your pile and started to peel, allowing you to get up and to follow your best friend. You found him by the river that you had camped near, running his fingers through the shallow water, his exposed toes just sunk under into the sand. The moonlight was enough light for you to see him fairly clearly. “Are you mad at me?”

“You kept a secret from me,” Frodo said, his voice as soft as ever. It was almost hard to tell that he was angry, or at least it was until he turned to face you. There was a snarl on his face, which took you offguard and you took a step backward. You had seen that face, but never was it geared towards you.

“It wasn’t exactly a secret, Frodo, I-” You knew that you had no real defense against this. It was something that you kept from him, for no good reason either.

“How long have you been singing with Pippin then?” He asked, his volume getting louder. He kicked at the water, making ripples in it which spread away from the shore.

“We’d just grab a tankard and then go by the lake,” You explained. “He loves to sing, you know that, and one night I just kinda ... I guess I joined him.”

“You just kind of joined him?” He shot back.

“It’s just singing, Frodo, it’s a hobby. Lots of people do it! It’s not like it’s against the law or anything! You’re acting as if we’ve slept together or something.” It started to seem like Frodo was just looking for a reason to get upset, and so you were getting mad in retaliation. How dare he be mad because you have a good singing voice! “I know that you’re stressed from this quest and all, but turning against your best friend because of a song is not the way to deal with that. I expect an apology.”

Frodo was clearly not expecting your attitude. He blinked his wide blue eyes a couple of times before looking down at his feet. “I just thought that we did everything together. I always told you everything.”

“And I tell you-”  You suddenly understood exactly why he was mad. You closed your mouth back up and hung your head. You took a deep breath before you would talk again. “It’s just singing. It’s not like I do it often. Only when I’m cleaning up around the house, really.”

“And when you’re out with Pippin somewhere, practicing!” Frodo said right back.

“A very short list.” You pointed out. “I wouldn’t even call it a hobby. But fine, when we destroy the ring and get back to the Shire and things to back to normal, I’ll sing more for you, how about that?”

“I’d like that,” Frodo said after some consideration. You smiled weakly, hoping that this was the end of the argument.

“I hate fighting with you, Frodo. I promise, I’ll never hide anything like this ever again. In that case, I should tell you something else.”

“What?” He asked, big eyes glowing crystal in the moonlight.

“I stole Merry’s mother’s recipe for strawberry tarts, and have been practicing them,” You said with a coy grin. “I planned on bringing you one once I get it perfect, but it hasn’t happened yet. I’ve gotten pretty close, though.”

“Strawberries...” Frodo said, his mouth beginning to water at the thought. It had been some time since he had a strawberry tart, and with the journey ahead of them, it looked like it would be even longer before he would have the pleasure.

“I suppose I’ll have to start up again the instant we get home,” You lit up, glad that your best friend seemed to be back to normal again. You shyly took his hand, which he squeezed in return, and headed back to the camp site in time to try the rabbit stew.

#Frodo #Frodo Baggins #Frodo Baggins x reader #Frodo Baggins oneshot #Lord of the Rings #Lord of the Rings oneshot #LOTR #LOTR oneshot #requested #oneshot

[lgbtincomics]

I know theres a LOT but who are all the characters / series in your new years edit?

If you click on each image, the comic names will appear, although this only works on desktop.

Anyway, I’ll write all characters here! I’m also including links for our tags for each character and comics, and I’ve added to our list those who weren’t there yet.

Vita Slatter x Charlie Ellison - Crowded (Image Comics)

Zola Telsa x Daphne Walters, Bernard x Ronnie - Ghosted in L.A. (Boom! Studios)

Saffy x Daisy Wooton - Giant Days (Boom! Studios); Nancy Salazar x Veronica Hotchkiss - Morning in America (Oni Press)

Shen Li-Min x Angela Spica x Jenny Sparks - The Wild Storm (DC Comics); [sorry I don’t know their names, may update later] - Sunstone (Image Comics)

Eleanor Rigby/Lucifer x Laura Wilson/Persephone - The Wicked + The Divine (Image Comics)

Shay Smith x  Ying - The Unstoppable Wasp (Marvel); Becky Barnes x Valkyrie - Exiles (Marvel)

Kimber Benton x Mary Phillips/Stormer - Synergy: a Hasbro creators showcase (IDW); Ren Kimura x Annabelle Riggs - Asgardians of The Galaxy (Marvel)

Rikki Barnes x Julie Power -  Future Foundation (Marvel); Raz Malhotra x Isaac Ikeda - Agents of ATLAS (Marvel)

Rick Sanchez - Rick and Morty Presents: The Flesh Curtains (Oni Press); Kate Strand - Calamity Kate (Dark Horse)

Midnighter x Apollo - The Wild Storm (DC Comics)

Sera x Angela/Aldrif Odinsdottir - Asgardians of The Galaxy (Marvel)

Tabu x Peter Cannon - Peter Cannon: Thunderbolt (Dynamite)

Atlantiades - Wonder Woman (DC Comics)

Olivia x Charlie, Tyler x Jay - The Avant-Guards (Boom! Studios)

Miguel Montez - Dial H For Hero (DC Comics); Jo Mullein - Far Sector (DC Comics); Jinny Hex - Young Justice (DC Comics)

Brrkk xVnn - Avengers (Marvel); Mackenzie Coyle x KJ - Paper Girls (Image Comics)

Viv Vision - Champions (Marvel); Noh-Varr + Johnny Watts - West Coast Avengers (Marvel)

Vexana x [don’t know, may update later] - The Forgotten Queen (Valiant Comics; Evie Pierce x Tabitha - Triage (Dark Horse)

Aleph Null - Test (Vault Comics); Niki -  Moth and Whisper (Aftershock Comics)

Bree Wander x Christine Ocampo, Annie Leong x Bree Wander, Doug Koch x Omar Steinberg - Money Shot (Vault Comics)

Harley Quinn + her family of drag queens [may list each of them later] - Harley Quinn: Breaking Glass (DC Comics)

[don’t know, may update later] - Smooth Criminals (Boom! Studios); Detective Reyes - Skulldigger and Skeleton Boy (Dark Horse); Esperanza xShannon - Sex Death Revolution (Black Mask Studios)

Stephen - Deadly Class (Image Comics); Xiomara Rojas/Crush - Teen Titans (DC Comics)

Victory x Vampirella - Vampirella (Dynamite Comics); Faith x Poppy - Faithless (Boom! Studios)

Sir Dahvlan x Sir Scotiar - The White Trees (Image Comics); Terrence x Joey Wilson - Deathstroke (DC Comics)

America Chavez xRamone Watts - West Coast Avengers (Marvel);  Teddy Altman x Billy Kaplan - War Of The Realms: War Scrolls(Marvel)

Max Caulfield x Chloe Price - Life is Strange (Titan Comics)

Karolina Dean x Nico Minoru -Runaways (Marvel); Xena x Gabrielle - Xena: Warrior Princess (Dynamite Comics)

2019 RETROSPECTIVE

#replies #mod: lalla #averyho

[dreamwritesimagines]

Crown Of Hearts 3- The Fortune Teller [Ivar x Reader]

A.N.: Hello my darlings! Here is the next chapter, I hope you’ll like it! Kisses! <3

Summary: Anyone can be dangerous.

Characters: Ivar x Reader, Ubbe x Torvi, Hvitserk, Bjorn

Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of violence and blood, mentions of sex and arranged marriage, please read with care. Also, friendly reminder that  I don’t condone any of the messed up stuff happening on the show or in here.

Word Count: 2833

Due to the linking issue, you can reach the other chapters on my masterlist!

Gif’s not mine!

“Come on my sweet, over here-” You snapped your fingers, trying to get Ragnar’s attention but he just sat on the floor, biting at his fist and looking from you to Ivar who sat not far from you. He had a sword in front of him while you had your ring, and Ivar moved the sword slightly to get his attention.

“In here baby shark, see, a sword.”

“No Ragnar, here, shiny pretty ring-”

“He’s going to pick the sword.” Hvitserk commented as Gala smiled from the door, leaning on the doorframe.

“He will learn how to fight either way.” Bjorn said and Bree shrugged,

“Poison is their family tradition though.”

“He will learn both of them, we’re just trying to decide which one to teach first.” You mumbled before Ragnar opened and closed his tiny fists, looking at the sword.

“Oh no no no, Ragnar, come here-”

“Hm?” he squeaked, turning to look at you with wide eyes before he propped himself up on his hands and knees, his eyes going from you to Ivar when he whistled.

“Ivar, he’s not a dog!”

“I know he’s not a dog, he’s my son who will pick the sword, will you not baby shark?”

Ragnar babbled as he approached him, a light shining in his eyes as his gaze fell on the sword, then despite your and Bree’s protests, he reached out to grab the sword, making all the brothers in the room cheer.

“There you go, vicious prince!”

“A true Viking!”

“I never doubted you not even once!”

Ragnar clapped his hands, looking up at you before reaching out to you, and you smiled.

“I meant what I said though. He’s not going to learn any of it until he’s seven at least.”

“Seven is too late, Y/N.”

“Seven is a perfectly good age, we can teach him languages until then.”

“Ma ma!”

“Yes my love?” you stood up, then propped him up on your hip, making him let out a cheerful squee.

“He needs to be able to protect himself and his kingdom.” Bjorn stated, and you could almost feel the coldness brushing over your skin as the thought of him going off to war hit you, making you tighten your grip around him.

“And he will be a fearless fighter, will you not baby shark?” Ivar asked as he grabbed his crutch and Ragnar just gnawed on your necklace, resting his head on your chest. There was a movement by the door and you faintly heard Gala’s puzzled “What?” before you heard Hvitserk’s scoff.

“My king,” Gala stepped back inside the room, “Um- Lady Wilone wants to speak with you.”

“Who?”

“The- the fortune teller my mother sent,” you frowned as Bree’s eyes narrowed like a cat’s, as she stole a look at the door, and Gala licked her lips,

“She says she needs to speak with you alone.”

Both you and Bree exchanged glances and she shook her head slightly, and Ivar shrugged,

“Fine then, send her in.”

“Completely alone, my king.”

Ivar frowned and you cleared your throat, then smiled, “May we be alone for a moment please?”

“Y/N,” Bree said warningly and you shook your head, so she heaved a sigh and took Ragnar from your arms before all of them left the room.

“What do you think she wants?” Ivar said and you pinched your lips, deep in thought.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” you admitted and Ivar nodded,

“Like what?”

“My mother sent her here, with the ambassadors.” You stated, “Well, you know how my mother is. She is against everything we want for Ragnar, or she-“ you stopped yourself before you could say anything else, but Ivar of course caught it.

“What?”

“She does not want me happy.”

“What?”

You pressed your lips together, averting your eyes from his piercing gaze, the memory flashing over your eyes.

“Well, I’m glad your crying stopped.” Your mother’s cold voice didn’t make the fear go away as you ran your fingertips over the silk dresses in the chest closest to you. “I assume your brother’s wife talked to you?”

“She talked to me about the fact that I… I should not expect much from my marriage.” You croaked out, as you caressed the lace, and she nodded.

“And?”

“And what, mother?”

“Do you understand what’s expected of you?”

You could feel the burning in your eyes, but you blinked the tears back, “To represent our kingdom well,” you mumbled, “To- to make sure my….husband is our country’s ally.”

“He likes how you look, Y/N.” your mother reminded you, “Use that advantage well.”

You pulled your brows together and looked up at her,

“Advantage?” you repeated and she heaved a sigh,

“I think we both know that you’re not quite good at manipulation, and you lack the skills of court.”

Lacked wit. That was what she had meant.

“But at least God has blessed you with beauty.” Your mother said, “That can be your weapon. If you keep him happy, he may prove to be very useful to us.”

“Mother, I don’t-“

“I’m confident that you will have heirs soon.” She cut you off and you could feel the icy feeling spreading through your spine, making your breath hitch, but she ignored it, “And after they are born, the time for you to pull yourself together cannot be long, do you hear me? Make sure you look as good as you do right now. Heirs cannot change that, they should not.”

“But I heard it’s very difficult and one’s body needs time to-“

“Nonsense, I was up and dancing merely a week after having you.” She said, “Make sure to pick the nursemaids from people our country can depend on and speak our language. That was exactly what I did.”

“I was- I was actually thinking if I ever had any heirs, I could raise them myself.”

She shot you a look, “Y/N, be reasonable.” She scolded you, “You will be the queen of… his land.”

“Kattegat.”

“Yes, there. You will have many responsibilities, and he already finds you beautiful, you cannot waste your time in such matters. Have heirs, and make sure they will be faithful to us.”

“Hey,” you were pulled out of your thoughts when Ivar’s voice shot through the haze,  and you looked up at him as he tilted your chin up, and you closed your eyes for a moment, heaving a sigh.

“We just…” you opened your eyes and shook your head, entwining your fingers with his and stepped closer to him, “She wants to see me miserable.”

He just listened to you silently.

“Not only that, but her disinterest in me turned into hate. And I don’t believe that she is alright with Ragnar being the heir to Edgard’s throne.”

“Well, he is the heir to that throne no matter what she tries,” he said, “What of this fortune teller?”

You shook your head slightly, “I don’t know yet,” you admitted, “See her alone, so that we can understand what she wants and create an attack plan accordingly.”

Ivar heaved a sigh as if he was annoyed, then you pulled back from his arms,

“I shall see you afterwards then.” You smiled up at him, then pecked him on the lips and walked out of the room to look for Bree and Ragnar.

It would be alright. It would be just fine, there was no way your mother could have any influence on your marriage, or Ragnar being the heir. You and Ivar had made sure of that.

You wondered whether Bree had taken him outside so you stepped out, letting the chill air fill into your lungs as Eitr flew over your shoulder into the horizon. She was getting even more independent than before, sometimes leaving you for a whole day as she flew freely in the sky.

“Your majesty.” A voice made you look over your shoulder and you turned around.

Oh.

“Sir Osmond-“ you started, but then corrected yourself, “My apologies. Lord Osmond.”

He smiled at you, “It’s been merely a couple of months since I was given the title.”

“How is your father?”

“He’s praying for your and your son’s health, your majesty.”

You raised your brows, shooting him a look, “Is that right? Your father agrees that my heir has the right to the throne?”

Osmond bowed slightly “My father supported Edgard, your grace,” he said, “He was very loyal to him, until your husband’s ships reached our shores for the second time. Fear sometimes makes a man reconsider his decisions.”

You pursed your lips, turning your gaze to the horizon. “I will not rule by fear,” you said, your voice strong, “Neither will Ragnar. That would make Edgard and I alike, which we are not. At all.”

You could feel Osmond’s gaze on you, but you forced yourself to take a deep breath, and keep your eyes stable.

“Your father supports my cousin for the throne, does he not?”

He swallowed thickly, “He wants it, your grace. Does not mean he supports him actively.”

“Would you have told me if he did?”

Osmond nodded, “I told you once,” he said, “You will always have allies in the court.”

“And my mother?”

“Your mother shares nothing with me your grace, I couldn’t possibly say.”

You scoffed a laugh, “And you, Lord Osmond? What are your thoughts on the matter?”

“I fear my thoughts are not needed, your majesty. I am but a simple lord.”

You arched a brow and turned to him, “I am not Edgard, Lord Osmond.” You reminded him, “I do not make the grand mistake of underestimating anybody. Share your thoughts please.”

He cleared his throat, then shrugged, “I have been reading on their- I meant your culture,” he said, “Your religion, that is. I’ve read that there’s a serpent under the sea, that will surface when it’s time for the judgment day?”

“Ragnarok,” you corrected him, trying to remember what you had heard and read about it, “And yes. It is believed that the sea serpent Jörmungandr actually encircles the ocean around the earth. It will spread poison to fill the skies and the sea once it’s time for Ragnarok.”

Osmond thought for a moment, then looked up at the sky, “My mother used to say that every lady has a sea inside them,” he said, “Whether it’s stormy or not depends on the environment and the personality. I think that-“ he hesitated for a moment, “When King Edgard fixed your marriage, he…woke something he shouldn’t have. Something that brought his own apocalypse, and fill his life with poison.”

You frowned slightly, “That’s what you believe?” you asked, “You do not believe I’m a…witch, or whatever they say back home?”

“No your majesty,” he shook his head, “I do not believe you’re a witch. I merely believe you’re dangerous, even though none of us recognized it back then. Just because you’re beautiful does not mean you’re not poisonous when needed.”

Your lips pulled into a small smile, and you tilted your head,

“At least somebody is aware of what’s happening.” You told him, “Do I scare you, Lord Osmond?”

He opened his mouth, but you heard someone clearing their throat behind you and you turned around to see Gala.

“Your majesty, my apologies.” She said “But um- Prince Hvitserk wishes to talk to you.”

“Of course- have you seen Ragnar, Gala? He’s with Bree?”

“Yes my queen, Lady Bree and Prince Bjorn were just arguing about who should hold him, Prince Bjorn says it’s always Lady Bree who hoards him and he wants to hold him too.”

You let out a small laugh, “Of course. Have a nice day, Lord Osmond.”

“Your majesty,” he bowed and you followed Gala.

“Hvitserk wants to speak with me?” you raised your brows, “One of these days, he will ask for my permission for your hand in marriage, will he not?”

“My queen!” Gala’s cheeks turned red, “I couldn’t dare dreaming of it.”

“Why not?”

“I- he-“ she licked her lips as you both walked into the Great Hall. “And you would not oppose if that were even possible?”

You made a face, “Gala, why would I oppose?!”

“The King would say his brother cannot marry a servant.”

“The king would say nothing of the sort, trust me.” You winked at her and took a deep breath, “But what of your affections?”

“I love Prince Hvitserk but it scares me to think his feelings may change.”

“Well, then we shall make sure they don’t change before taking any serious steps then.” You smiled at him, then approached Hvitserk, “I can barely see you nowadays!”

“My attention is on someone else, my queen,” he joked, making you laugh,

“Of course. And your intentions?”

“There will be no need to send Eitr after me,” he toasted you, and you grinned,

“The love of your life said you wanted to talk to me?”

Hvitserk nodded, “First of all, remain calm.”

“…Who did Ivar kill?”

“No one yet.”

“But?” you insisted and he took a deep breath,

“He seems a bit angry, I figured you might want to know.”

Your stomach made an unpleasant flip, “Why?”

“I don’t know. It’s Ivar we’re talking of, so it could be anything.”

“And you will not try to stop me this time?”

Hvitserk chuckled, “That does not work. And I doubt he could ever snap at you after the divorce threat, he knows he has to keep himself under control.”

You nibbled on your lip, then looked around, “Map room?”

“Map room,” Hvitserk said and you walked through the hall, then knocked on the door and opened it,

“My beloved?” you said softly as you closed the door behind you, then tilted your head as you looked at Ivar who was sitting on the chair, eyes fixated on the map. “What is wrong? What did the fortune teller tell you?”

He took a shaky breath, then grabbed his crutch and stood up before he sat on the table, and reached out to you silently. You pulled your brows together, and let him pull you closer as he nuzzled into your hair, holding you tight in his embrace.

“What is it?” you asked and he pulled back, looking down at you,

“Your fortune tellers are not like ours, are they? They can be wrong?”

“Yes,” you shrugged, “Once a fortune teller told one of my ladies in waiting that she would wed a lord, but then she ran away with a lady. She swore to me they were so happy before they ran away together, I think they have a cottage or-“

“She said if you heard it, if anyone else but me heard this it would cause it to not happen,” Ivar cut you off and cradled your face in his hands, “That’s exactly why you need to hear this. It cannot happen.”

“Ivar-“

“She said I would be the victor in every battle I got into. She says Kattegat will flourish and there will be many wars for it, each and every one of them resulting in victory for me.”

“I don’t understand why it cannot happen, my beloved.”

“She also said-“ he took a deep breath, “She said there’s a shadow on you.”

You frowned, “A shadow?”

Ivar nodded, then swallowed thickly, “Your brother’s shadow,” he said, “She said- his words would hold a power.”

You thought for a moment, then the thought hit you and you shook your head,

“Ivar-“

“He wished for your death in childbirth, Y/N.” he insisted, “So if- if the fortune teller saw it happen, this is me breaking the power of that vision. I will not sacrifice you for any victory, or anything-”

“Ivar, my beloved,” you cut him off, “Edgard said that about Ragnar, and what happened? We both are healthy and alive.”

Ivar clenched his jaw, deep in thought and ran a hand over his face before you reached out to touch his cheek, then raised your hand to smooth the lines of worry between his brows.

“What if it happens another time?”

“I’m not with child, Ivar.”

“But what if it happens in the future?”

“So then Ragnar will have a sibling.”

“Y/N-“ he sounded almost tortured and you shook your head, then placed a small kiss on his lips, standing on your tiptoes.

“Listen to me,” you told him, “This is just my mother trying to lower our defenses, nothing more. We know she sent Wilone, it’s more than possible that she’s only saying that because of my mother.”

“So it might not happen?”

“So it will not happen,” you shot him a look, “Fortune teller or not, nobody can see anyone’s death. Even the seer said I have Freyja’s favor, for which I’m very grateful. I will be just alright, my beloved.”

Ivar nodded slowly, then kissed your temple, holding you tight and making you smile.

You should have noticed the sudden shudder shooting through your spine.

But you didn’t.

                                                        *

   Special thanks to: @nympha-door-a  @theskytraveler @iblogabout-stuff @mamaraptor @vikrone @blackcoffeeandgreenteaforme @asongofmarvelanddc @not–even-a-real–fan @alicedopey @thorohdamnson @captstefanbrandt @flowers-in-your-hayr @marauderskeeper @badbitsh13 @superwolfchild-fan @mblaqgi  @m00nlightdelights  @marvelsvalhalla @natalielbeauty @pandalandalopalis @alyssiamarierenee @bloodyivar  , @eleanorsparkz    @illumminated @itsjoshebelbitch @hangirl93 @mersers-moonypadfoot-prongs @skadithegoddess   @geekandbooknerd @supercarricat @sky-daybreak @athroatfullofglass @blushingskywalker @little-froggy @girlwhoisfearless @aikeji @part-time-patronus @actuallyazriel @rhabakoli  @lizblinder @finnickfoxes and lovely anons! You are amazing! <3

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[imagineclaireandjamie]

Image 18th!century Jamie saw Claire dancing rockabilly / lindy hop? With all the swirling and jumping? I'd love to see his reaction. Bonus if she's dancing with Joe.

We Live For Love

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Jamie framed Claire’s face between his hands, drawingtheir foreheads together. Together they inhaled, then exhaled, ears roaringwith the crowd.

 “You ready?” he whispered against her lips.

 She pulled back. Smiled. The necklace with three goldcharms – the letters J, F, and B, for him and their two daughters – sparkled inthe stage lights.

 “Let’s do this.”

 He returned the smile, bent for a quick kiss, then strodeonstage, guitar slung over his back.

 She didn’t think the crowd could have been louder, butsomehow it now was.

 Claire enjoyed what she had so dearly missed watching himdo, these past few years away from the road. For he always took such care tomake sure that everything was just perfect – the lighting, the microphones, themarks where they would stand.

 They’d run through it all at the sound check thatafternoon, of course. But Jamie knew that something would always get a littleout of sync – and tonight of all nights, they couldn’t afford that.

 Fortunately this check was just a cursory one – because beforeshe knew it, Jamie plugged in his guitar and began strumming the intro.

 Confidently she strode onstage. Suddenly glad of the new earmonitors Joe had insisted she and Jamie have custom made for this tour. Forabove the screams of the crowd she could just barely hear Jamie’s guitar. Andshe counted the bars of his intro, smiling into the hot lights, heart racingwith nervousness and joy.

 Never again, isn't that what yousaid?You've been through this beforeAnd you swore this time you'd think with your head

 It was their first time playing this new acoustic arrangement live –just her and Jamie’s guitar, without the band and its bass and keyboards anddrums. She was afraid that somehow the song would sound naked, thin,incomplete.

No one, would ever have you againAnd if taking was gonna get doneYou'd decide where and when

 Jamie, of course, had convinced her that certainly her fears wereunfounded. That the simple acoustic guitar was exactly what her voice needed toshine. The perfect metaphor for who she was now – how far she’d come – and justexactly what this tour represented.

Just when you think you got it downYour heart securely tied and boundThey whisper, promises in the dark

Jamie’s strumming became a bit more frantic, in time withthe melodic shift in the song. The crowd screamed in delight. Claire met Jamie’seyes, and knew that it would be all right.

 She needed that reassurance with the next song. For anacoustic version of Promises in the Darkwas just her warm-up; only she and Jamie knew what was in store for the rest ofthe night.

 “Wow!” she exclaimed after finishing the song with a flourishof Jamie’s guitar. “Wow!”

 The crowd chanted her name. Claire knew she was alreadysweating under the heavy lights – but she didn’t care.

 “I can’t tell you how thrilled I am – how thrilled we are – to be with you tonight.”Quickly she bent to sip from the bottle of water perched on a stool a few pacesbehind the amps. “As you know, this is our first gig in just about six years. Iwas afraid you guys would have forgotten about me by now.”

 “No!” “Never!” the crowd replied.

 Claire laughed. “I know, I know. Jamie and I – wait, doyou know this is my husband?”

 The crowd laughed; Jamie shook his head, playing it up.

 “Well – we’ve been through a lot these past six years.Spent a lot of time at home, just enjoying being Mommy and Daddy to our twolittle girls. And we’ve been singing and recording – but just for them. And we’veloved it. But we missed being out here with you.”

 She swallowed. “We were afraid you wouldn’t want to hearfrom us anymore. But I guess we were wrong.”

 “Yeahhhh!” the crowd cheered.

 “Well – so we decided this time around, we’d mix it up abit. Just Jamie and me – we’re giving the rest of the band a break. And we’dsing for you some songs you know, just that they sound a bit different. Andthen we’d sing some new songs for you, too – after all, we do have a new record out.”

 “I hope you’ve bought it,” Jamie laughed. “We gotta putthe girls through college.”

 “Anyway,”Claire rolled her eyes. “For these next few songs, we’re going to do somethingwe’ve never done before. See – this man right here, my husband – you may notknow this, but he helped me find my voice.”

 “I wasn’t aware it had been lost, baby,” he teased.

 She turned to face him on the stage. “Back when I wasstill Claire Beauchamp, singing show tunes in jazz bars – he helped me find avoice that wouldn’t get lost with his electric guitar. There would be no ClaireFraser without Jamie Fraser.”

 The crowd sighed and cheered.

 “We’ve given the gift of music to our little girls. Andthis next song is something we sing to them every night. Our two-year-old lovesit – she thinks we wrote it for her – but please don’t tell her we didn’t!”

 The crowd laughed. She nodded at Jamie, and he beganplucking a very familiar introduction. She closed her eyes – pictured Bree andFaith’s joyous faces when they had music time – and began singing.

 She's got a smileit seems to meReminds me of childhood memoriesWhere everythingWas as fresh as the bright blue sky

 Now and then when Isee her faceShe takes me away to that special placeAnd if I'd stare too longI'd probably break down and cry

 Jamie’s baritone voice joined hers for the chorus. Tohear their voices together, amplified, sent chills down her spine.

 Oh, oh, ohSweet child o' mineOh, oh, oh, ohSweet love of mine

 She opened her eyes to watch what happened next. For shestood away from the microphone – and for the first time in their public career,Jamie Fraser sang on his own.

 She's got eyes ofthe bluest skiesAs if they thought of rainI hate to look into those eyesAnd see an ounce of pain

 His voice was so beautiful. For so long she’d wanted himto share it with the world – but for so long he had resisted, insisting (correctly)that the focus should be on her, not him. That she was the star – not him, eventhough they had been equal partners from day one.

 But now, on this tour that naysayers in the press saidwas a comeback and fans said was just about time – now, they played by theirown rules. Dictated absolutely everything. And when Claire insisted theytransform the performances into duets – Jamie couldn’t refuse.

Her hair reminds me of a warm safe placeWhere as a child I'd hideAnd pray for the thunderAnd the rainTo quietly pass me by

 He sang directly to her. Knowing that she couldn’t helpbut think of how he loved burying his face in her neck, sheltered in the cloudof her hair. How he would cling to her in sleep; how they would burrow undertheir quilt, skin-on-skin, lips and limbs tangled for hours and hours in thedark.

 Oh, oh, ohSweet child o' mine

 Her voice rejoined his.

Oh, oh, oh, ohSweet love of mine

 The intensity in his eyes stirred something deep in her.How the hell was she supposed to get through the next ninety or so minutes,when one glance made her want to drag him offstage and lock the door to their dressingroom?

 He electrified her – and she him.

 Next up in their set was back-to-back Bob Dylan covers.

 “It may not surprise you that we idolize June Carter andJohnny Cash,” Jamie explained, tuning his guitar before the next song. “Theyfirst started singing this song together back in the 60s. And most people don’teven know Dylan wrote it – like Jimi Hendrix and ‘All Along the Watchtower.’”

 “It’s better with the harmonica,” Claire interjected. “Butnot today. Maybe next time.”

 Jamie rolled his eyes – and launched into the intro. Thistime he began the song.

 Go 'way from mywindowLeave at your own chosen speedI'm not the one you want, babeI'm not the one you need

 Following in the hallowed steps of June Carter, Claire’svoice joined in. Yet again they sang in perfect harmony.

You say you're lookin' for someoneNever weak but always strongTo protect you an' defend youWhether you are right or wrongSomeone to open each and every door

 It was the perfect metaphor, really – for that’s whatClaire and Jamie had been looking for – and found – in each other, thosefateful days in New York when they were recording their first album. Theirvoices raised for the chorus –

But it ain't me, babeNo, no, no, it ain't me, babeIt ain't me you're lookin' for, babe

 After this song the lights went down a bit – and aspotlight hit Jamie.

 “I know this one’s a bit more folk-y then you all may beused to. But it shows off Claire’s voice in a very different way. She says shelikes to hear my voice at home – well, I feel the same way about her. Andbelieve it or not, she doesn’t sing rock and roll every day. She sings as shedoes things around the house. And I caught her humming this one a few monthsback, and bugged her enough that she agreed to share it with all of you.”

 “Well, Dylan started off in New York clubs, too,” Clairereasoned. “If he can do it, I can do it. And Jamie wrote this particulararrangement – we haven’t heard anyone do the song like this. So it’s a risk.”

 “Well, when have we shied away from risks, Claire?”

 “Never, Jamie,” she laughed. “Now start playing, beforeeveryone gets up and leaves. All right?”

 Claire turned to face the audience. Jamie played a shortintro – and they sang together.

 Oh, where have youbeen, my blue-eyed son?Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountainsI've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highwaysI've stepped in the middle of seven sad forestsI've been out in front of a dozen dead oceansI've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

 It was a bit more poetic then the lyrics she typically sang– but the hush that came over the audience during the song was positivelyspellbinding.

And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's ahard, and it's a hardAnd it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

 So it continued – song after song after song.

 Some familiar favorites re-imagined – songs from herprevious albums, cover songs from the 60s to today. Interspersed with songsfrom the new album, including We BelongTogether, which everyone said would hit Number One within a matter of days –and then a few brand-new songs, written exclusively for this tour.

 When Joe Abernathy – their friend and mentor – had askedwhat they wanted to call this tour, WeBelong Together naturally came to mind. But Claire – and Jamie – had adifferent message to send.

 So after Jamie strummed the final notes of the secondencore song, and gripped Claire’s hand, and they took a bow – Claire spoke intothe microphone for one last time.

 “Thank you, from the bottom of my heart – and Jamie’sheart – for your enthusiasm. We took a big risk doing this, but we know nowthat the Our Voices tour will be thebest we’ve ever done.”

 Jamie kissed her sweaty cheek.

 “Good night!” they shouted into her microphone, then ranoff stage, holding hands.

 In the wings, Jamie handed his guitar to Fergus – normallytheir bassist, now playing the role of guitar tech for the tour – and pulledClaire away from the screams of the crowd. Within seconds they arrived at theirshared dressing room, and he shut – and locked – the door behind them just intime for Claire’s hungry mouth to find his.

 They were both shaking, he realized – from adrenaline,and exhaustion, and pure unadulterated need for each other.

 “You were so, so good, baby,” he whispered against hermouth, peppering her sweaty face with kisses.

 “Mmm.” She bit his lower lip. “I love singing with you. It– it just does something to me, Jamie– ”

 He cut her off with another deep kiss, picking her up andsetting her on the makeup table. He stepped between her legs, and she wrappedher calves around his hips.

 Five quick knocks at the door tore Jamie’s mouth fromhers. Because it could be only one thing –

 Claire jumped down from the table, opened the door, and staggeredas two giggling daughters grabbed hold of her legs.

#Anonymous #;mod gotham #we live for love au

[fallinwitstyle]

Spoilers under the cut because I NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT OKAY. 

First of all, getting that glimpse of Jamie’s day was great...and leading up to that moment... that bell rings and WE KNOW but HE DOESNT and THEN HER VOICE AND HIS FACE AND I DIED 

And oh my goooooooooooood it was just such perfection....that whole scene was just absolute perfection, the emotion that Sam and Cait put in Jamie and Claire, the dialogue from the book... I JUST CANNOT WITH IT. 

THE KISS 

WHEN THEY SAID “THERES THE TWO OF US NOW” 

ASDFGTDHSRRHSRSGRHAEAHEHAEHAH

But...going into the scene where they talk about Brianna... I desperately needed that to be almost exactly like the book but alas...I mean Jamie going “thoroughly to pieces” on Claire when he sees the color photograph of Bree was just...so absolutely amazing and one of the best parts of their reunion...and the scene was still emotional but..kind of stunted by Jamie suddenly confessing about William, I mean WHAT, and then they don’t discuss Brianna anymore. AND THEN JAMIE MENTIONING FAITH. WHAT. 

That was the only thing that bothered me a little in this...

ANYWAY ONTO CONTINUING TO RAVE ABOUT THIS BECAUSE OMG

THE BROTHEL SCENE WHERE THEY TALK AND THEYRE SO INSECURE AND THEN REASSURING THAT THEY STILL WANT ONE ANOTHER NO MATTER WHAT

AND THEIR LOVE SCENE. I FELT THAT LOVE. I FELT IT. THEIR RELIEF AT BEING ONE WITH ONE ANOTHER AGAIN. FEELING THAT LOVE THAT THEY WERE DENIED THE LAST 20 YEARS. THE E Y E  C O N T A C T. Throughout the whole undressing scene and even during IM JUST. IM A MESS. 

AND CLAIRE WAKING UP TO FIND JAMIE WATCHING HER. THERE IS SO MUCH LOVE I CANT EVEN TAKE IT. 

AND THE INCLUSION OF THE “BICYCLE” DIALOGUE. 

AND YOUNG IAN.

AND FERGUS. (Again though this was not as emotional as it was in the book...Fergus literally flinging himself onto Claire, crying out that she’s been restored) 

THESE ARE MY INITIAL THOUGHTS 

IM GONNA GO REWATCH THE EPISODE FIVE MILLION TIMES 

#outlander #outlander spoilers

[hystericalweenie]

Just Another Day at the Office Series - New Experiences

George MacKay x Reader Series

Part Six: Reminiscing

Masterlist

Summary: Y/f/n Y/l/n had found herself stuck in a scenario she’d never thought she’d ever have to face: she’d been catching feelings for a coworker. While she attempted to adapt to her new job and work load, she also had to get used to these new feelings and figure out what the fuck to do with them. George made her want to take risks, she didn’t care about the potentiality of a broken heart with him, because falling in love with him made it seem worth it. Is George falling for Y/n too? Will he be able to reciprocate her feelings?

a/n: I have absolutely no personal experience in magazine/journalism career, so the information in this fic will be provided with the knowledge I have conducted from research. With that being said, please don’t be mad if this is not accurate!!! The boringness of quarantine collaborated with a random burst of inspiration I got, so enjoy the early part!

Warnings: This is a slow burn fic, their relationship won’t happen in one night, so if you’re not into that, check out some of the beautifully written imagines that you can most likely find under the george mackayxreader tag. I might eventually write some of my own too :P At least one person’s saying “fuck” and there’s some sexual! tension! up! in! here!

I watched as George placed his hand on the small of her back, as their waiter led them to their own booth. I felt sick to my stomach and it was obvious to my roommate across from me. We asked for the bill as soon as our waitress returned to our table and we left as soon as we could. I texted him, telling him that I was going to catch up with some college friends, so I wasn't able to have dinner with him that night; seeing him with Faith left me in an extremely uncomfortable state, and I wasn’t exactly sure how to feel.

I silenced my phone and stayed in bed for the rest of the day, laptop on my lap as I attempted to come up with a new pitch for work. The bright light from the screen and the ideas that began flowing from my brain kept me awake until about two in the morning, when I finally convinced myself that I needed to sleep. Even with exhausted eyes and a tired body, my brain continued to replay the moment from the restaurant, reminding me of George’s touch on Faith’s back. The small gesture worried me, ate me alive, until I tossed and turned in my bed for hours before finally drifting off.

The sun kissed my skin, as I lay in the warmth of the light as if it were my blanket, absorbing all of the rays that the sun had to offer. It was a still summer day in Ashland, and I’d been laying in the backyard, just a few feet away from the pond. The blades of grass tickled my exposed skin, gently brushing against the spine of my book that rested in my hands. I could hear the gentle ribbits from the frogs as they softly communicated with each other, hopping on one lilly pad to the other. I was on my stomach, my feet swinging back and forth whilst my eyes scanned the pages in front of me.

“Boo!”

My body jumped, turning quickly to look at my father. I folded the corner of the page over in the small novel, before tossing it aside and getting up. My small ten year old body ran to him, the grass poking through my tube socks. He picked me up as I playfully screamed, pretending to throw me into the pond.

“Daddy, no!” my youthful voice screeched as my cheeks swelled with happiness. 

He finally put me down, squatting to pick the book up that I’d tossed.

“Whatcha’ readin’, doll?” he queried, examining the cover.

“Harry Potter, of course,” I said as-a-matter-of-factly, sitting myself down in front of him.

“Want to know what happens in the end?” he grinned, his eyes lighting up mischievously. 

I covered my ears with the palms of my hands. “No!”

He laughed, standing up and brushing the grass stains and dirt off of his jeans.

“C’mon, mommy’s making some fruit salad with the fruits from the garden, and she needs her favorite little taste-tester,” he informed me, as I uncovered my ears and followed him inside.

My excited feet carried me into the cozy home, shortly behind the tall man. 

“Is she using the plums?” I asked, as the sweet vanilla aroma of the home filled my nostrils.

“Of course, doll,” he answered, smiling at my question.

“And, can I read to you and mom tonight before bed?” I pleaded, my un-groomed eyebrows threading together. “I want to show you guys how good I’ve gotten at reading.”

He turned around, kneeling to my height with a toothy grin on his face.

“Of course doll,” he repeated. He ruffled my head, causing me to stick my tongue out at him. “My little reader, just like your mother. Maybe you’ll be a writer just like her.”

I awoke with tears streaming down my face. Every now and then, I’d get extremely homesick. I reached for my phone, immediately clicking on my mother’s contact information. I held the phone up to my ear, listening to the dial tone before my mother’s voice echoed from the device.

“Hello?”

Her voice was soft and innocent, a reminder of her soul; no matter how much she’d aged, she was still the youthful, sweet woman I knew and loved. 

“Mom,” I croaked, my bottom lip trembling as I remembered the smell of her, the warmth of her touch. I missed her.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” her voice was filled with concern, alert with worry from my emotional state. 

“I miss you, mommy,” my voice cracked, hot tears running down my face as the images from my dream replayed. “I miss you and dad.”

“Oh, doll,” she cooed. “We miss you too, so much.”

My eyes softened at the nickname, the nickname reserved for me and only me–I wondered if George called Faith “love” too. 

I wiped the tears from my cheeks, attempting to collect myself. 

“How are things at home?” I asked, trying to sound normal with my saddened voice.

“Really good,” she revealed. “Your father and I found a frog in the living room last night, Daisy tried to eat it,” she recalled with a laugh.

Her laughter was like music to my ears, reminding me how much I’d missed it. 

“How’s Daisy?” I asked, smiling as I thought about the goldendoodle.

“She misses you,” she confessed with a sigh. “She likes to sleep in your bed almost every night.”

I pouted, thinking about the big furry ball of joy that we’d gotten during my junior year of college. 

“Give her lots of hugs and kisses for me,” I pleaded.

“I will,” she promised.

It was quiet for a moment, both of us reminiscing on the memories we’d shared together at home in Ashland.

“Work’s okay?” she confirmed.

“Yeah, it’s really good,” my mind wandered to the blue-eyed prince of mine, causing me to sigh; he wasn’t mine, and it hurt me that seeing him with Faith made me realize that. 

“Is there a boy?” she observed.

My eyebrows scrunched together at her accurate guess.

“How’d you know?” I admitted, chewing on my lip.

“I can sense everything, doll; I’m your mother.” she softly assured me. “Whoever he is and whatever he’s done, do not let him ruin work for you. You’ve finally got your dream job, and no immature boy can take this away from you.”

I nodded at her words, absorbing them and allowing them to remind me of my worth. 

“You’re right,” I agreed. “Thank you, mom.”

I could hear her smiling from the other line, I could feel the warmth of her motherly love.

“That’s what I’m here for,” she confided. 

Another pause settled between us, unspoken words filling the air.

“I’ll call you soon,” I promised her. “Tell dad I said ‘hi’, and give him a big hug for me?”

“Sure thing, doll,” she agreed. “I love you.”

“I love you,” I told her genuinely, meaning every single syllable with my whole being. 

We both ended the call, as I laid back in my bed, staring up at me ceiling. Calling her was good, it made me feel better about a lot of things. It reminded me of my Oregon roots and the love I had for my parents, and she reminded me that I shouldn’t let George ruin my happiness. Just like she’d said, I’d finally gotten the job of dreams, and there was no way in hell that I could let a man ruin it for me. 

Buzz.

I looked down at my phone.

George: Hey.

Don’t respond, Y/n, what did your mother just tell you?! I reminded myself.

I turned my phone off, holding my head up high as I tried to ignore the itching inside of me that begged to respond to him. 

Buzz.

George: You alright?

Shit. I’d forgotten to turn my read receipts off. Nope, not responding, who cares? He can go and text Faith, clearly she has his interest. I tossed my phone onto the bed and stood up, entering the living room where Bree sat on the sofa, watching a television show with a mug of coffee in her hand. I sat myself down next to her, cuddling up to her body. 

“I love you,” I reminded her, my eyes looking up at her. 

Her eyes met mine, smiling at me before she pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

“Love you too, babe.” One of her hands moved to wrap around me, pulling me close to her as we watched the celebrity talk show. 

“I was going to go out with Valerie and Jason today, if you’d like to join?” she asked, her head turning back to face me. “They miss you a lot.”

Valerie and Jason were two of our friends from college. I shrugged against her.

“I’m not sure if I’m up for that today,” I answered honestly. 

“It might be good for you,” she suggested with a shrug of her own, bringing her mug to her lips.

I didn’t respond, instead focusing my attention back to the television screen. Not long after, she stood up and headed toward her bedroom, presumably getting ready to go out. I dragged myself to the kitchen, grabbing a bagel from one of the cabinets and plopping it into the toaster that’d barely worked anymore. My elbows rested against the countertop, intently waiting for it to pop. Bree came out in a sundress with a jacket, facing me after ruffling her hair.

“You’re sure you don’t want to go out?” she urged, her eyebrows raised and her hands coming to rest on her hips.

“Yes,” I assured her, jumping when the bagel popped out of the toaster unexpectedly.

She snorted at my reaction, shaking her head and walking to the door.

“Text me if you need anything!” she called, closing the door softly behind her. 

I grabbed the bagel, resting it on a plate and searching the refrigerator for cream cheese. 

“Where the fuck is it?” I asked myself, as I moved multiple items around, helplessly searching for the spread.

A knock on the door startled my search, causing me to close the refrigerator door in defeat and walk toward the entrance of my home. 

“What'd you forget, Bree?” I called, predicting her actions. 

I swung the door open, surprised when I saw that it was not Bree.

It had been George, instead, standing at my apartment door.

#george mackay #george mackay x reader #1917 #1917 cast #x reader fic #x reader #dean charles chapman