#i tried putting glasses on claire it wasn't working out :(

[dailyclaire]

did you know that if you're an artist you can make your blorbos hold hands whenever you want

[starrybl1ss]

lovegame

spy!ada wong × f!reader

--💄warnings:: fingering, alchohol, smoking, smut generally, mentions of guns, public-ish sex???

--👠summary::

ada and reader sees eachother at a night club. little does reader know, ada was a secret spy on a mission.

(p.s. ada is in her late 30s while reader is 23 i guess)

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A women with a tight black dress with knee walks in the night club. She approaches the bar tender. "One shot of vodka sir" she said to him. The bar tender nods and gave her a shot of vodka.

Ada sits down infront of the bar and takes out a ciggarete. She slowly smokes whike drinking her vodka.

She's here tonight on a misson. A secret mission. But, one shot of vodka wouldn't cause any harm, right?

"You look sexy today m'lady" the bartender told ada. Ada just glared at him with a dead expression. She doesn't care. As she tries finishing off her vodka and ciggerate, the bar tender wouldn't leave her alone.

He said stuff like "wanna come over sometimes?" "Can i have your number?". While he asks ada about probablly her whole life, she got anoyyed and stood up then walked away.

"Guess she didn't like me" the bar tender mumbled to himself. Ada then walked towards the ladies bathroom trying not to talk to anyone and keeping a low profile.

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Your a pretty good college student. You work day and night for your assigments. You were serious about getting a good degree. You wanted to make your parents proud and live a succesful and good life.

It's not like you hated the idea of partying and going out, you just prefer staying inside and study. Claire, your bestfriend would make fun of you playfully for being a 'nerd'.

You never went to a night club before, considering your 23 and Claire being around the same age as you is pretty much a party animal since she turned 18. And here you are, in a night club, with claire and few more friends celebrating claire's 24th birthday.

You went here just because its claire. If it wasn't for claire, you would rather not. You can't say no to her! Especially when its her special day. She would go "My birthday, my rules!". You don't find her anoyying cause you always accepted her the way she is.

"Want some wine y/n?" Claire asked you while nudging you arm. "Nah, im good" you replied. "Are you kidding me? Going to a night club with your friends but you don't get drunk together? Come on! Don't be a coward!" Claire teased you.

"Fine. Just one shot. That's it. Kay?" You rolled your eyes. Claire goes to the bar and gets 2 glass of wine.

She went back and gave you one of the glasses. You drank it like a champ. You didn't really like alchohol unlike claire. "Your lipstick's smudged by the way" Jill pointed out. "Ugh, really? I'll be back, gonna go to the bathroom" then you walked away

As you entered the bathroom, you saw a women with short black hair touching up hee make up too. You stood next to her and turned on the fauset so you could clean up the smudge on your face.

"Hey" the women greeted you. You turned off the fauset so you could hear her clearly. "Hey?" You responded. "What's your name?" She asked. You find it funny that you meet a random person in the bathroom and they started asking your name. Shes probablly drunk.

"Y/n" you answered. "Nice too meet you Y/n, the name's ada" she got closer to you. You didn't know how to react. You didn't really get the chance to fix your smudged lipstick too.

You got a closer look at her. She's pretty, you thought to yourself. "You look pretty" she whispered to your ear making you shiver. "Yeah- thanks, you too... ada"

She suddenly puts her hand under your chin making you face her. You startes blushing. You felt really drunk too.

Ada got closer, and closer to your face and started kissing you, making out with you, slipped her tounge in. You couldn't resist.

You let go off the kiss. "Can we go in tbe bathroom stall?" You said while being out of breath. Ada then grabs your hand and you two went inside one of the stalls.

"Keep your mouth shut" she instructed you clearly. You nod aggresively while squinting. Ada then pins you to the door, kissing your neck and biting. You try to keep youd voice in. Shes probably leaving hickeys all over you.

She then lifts up your dress revealing you lacy black panties. "We won't be needing those on" she smirks. Ada pulls down your panties, not off, but to your knees.

She got closer to you. Your bodies touching. She started kissing you again and without you noticing, she slips in two fingers in your wet clit.

"Ada...." you whispered in a hopeless voice. "Shh.... quite". She curls her fingers slowly. You wanted to let it all out. But you cant. You hold on to her hips gripping them harshly. You pulled her skirt up a little bit showing a gun on her thigh.

"A-ada.... why- why, why do you have a g-gun?" You asked almost unconcious. "Don't worry about that sweetie" she insured you. You started to groan. You couldn't hold it anymore.

Ada then stops. "P-pleaaaseeee, please dont stop" you whined. "Well you better shut it. Kay?" You nod.

You heard footsteps outside. "Y/n? You in here?". Ada puts her hand on your mouth to keep you quite. "She's maybe outside getting fresh air claire". Claire and jill exited the bathroom with you and ada being reliefed.

Ada continues giving you pleasure untill you reach your orgasm. You didn't even care anymore that you have hickeys all over you.

☆--

sorry if i wrote stuff incorrectly! anyways, ty for reading! reblogging would really make me happy<3

lotsa love, elora

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"I WANT TO SEE MORE, NOT ONLY YOUR MASK"

This is a fic I wrote a few weeks ago with Jonathan Crane

I hope you like it!

Note: the fic is written like you were writting it in your diary, so when It says "I" you could replace it by "you" if you want

Jonathan Crane is crazy and I should stay away from him

But for some reason our paths keep crossing. Everyone knew he was dangerous because of his failed experiments on humans. But for some reason that just made me want to know more about him.

I'm probably crazy too. Although who's sane these days, right?

I walked into the huge Wayne Industries building on my way to my office. You're probably wondering what my job is. I make sure Mr. Wayne doesn't waste his money, although that's a bit tricky when you're a billionaire. Despite that, I've received several compliments from the other employees and my boss for how efficiently I do my job.

I can't complain. I turned on the laptop in front of me, I have to review the investment tables and the agreements Mr. Wayne has made. Then I have to calculate how much money the company will pocket from all of this. I snorted, lazily looking at the tables on the screen.

It was going to be a tough day.

I took off my glasses and, after cleaning them with the sleeve of my jersey, I got down to work. After 2 hours I stopped to eat at a restaurant next to the company, then returned to my desk. When I looked at the clock again it was 9 pm. My leaving time, finally. I turned off the computer and gathered my things.

I went out into the street. I looked both ways. The sidewalk was mostly in darkness, since the streetlights there were not working. I looked at the sidewalk opposite, which was illuminated by 4 streetlights. I sighed and crossed, enjoying the yellowish light they emitted.

Suddenly I heard a van start up behind me. I walked calmly. Maybe it was just a coincidence, but it wasn't. The vehicle followed me for a long time. I tried to go down alternate streets to throw it off, but it was useless. As I was about to cross the street again, the van suddenly sped up and stopped in front of me. Several hooded men got out.

I tried to run away, but they were faster. They grabbed me by the legs and arms and put me in the vehicle together. They put a black hood on me with no eye holes, so I couldn't see anything.

It was just me and my thoughts.

I felt a sharp pain in my arm and my eyes began to feel heavy. I struggled to keep them open, but whatever they had put in me was very strong. Then darkness enveloped me.

When I woke up, I was still wearing the hood. I tried to move my arms and legs without success. The roughness of the rope they had tied me with hurt my wrists and ankles, so I decided not to move anymore. I felt movement in front of me and looked in that direction, scared of what was going to happen next.

At that moment, they removed the hood. I shook my head in a daze to see again, the light, though weak, made me squint painfully. I looked at the floor, blinking, trying to clear my vision. As soon as I did, I slowly raised my head. I was a little dizzy.

In front of me was a man dressed in a suit. He was wearing a brown suit with a white shirt and a red tie. His black shoes were spotlessly clean. I looked up at his hands resting on either side of the table he was leaning on. He was gently tapping the wood, as if he was impatient.

Only then did I look him straight in the eyes. A pair of blue eyes stared back at me from behind thin silver glasses. His black hair fell in soft waves on either side of his face, giving him a very masculine look. I stifled a sigh as a smile appeared on his beautiful lips.

"Dove Saint Clair," he began, saying my full name. "We finally have time to talk."

I couldn't help it. I laughed. He looked at me curiously.

-If you wanted to talk to me, you just had to ask me out or come see me at my office, you know? Like any normal person - I paused - oh, sorry, I forgot, you're not normal

-You're not normal either - he countered - that's why I brought you here

-Is that what you call kidnapping me? Which, in case you don't know, is taking another person against their will to a place

-You're important to me Dove - he said softly - very important

-Why? What do I have that you could want?

-Many things - he said - for example Bruce Wayne's account number

I shuddered as I held his gaze

-I can't give it to you, they'll fire me

He pulled up a chair and sat in front of me. He sighed and wet his lips with his tongue. I unintentionally followed the movement, he noticed. He took off his glasses and looked at me again. It was probably the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

"Do you want to see my mask?"

I didn't answer and that seemed to be his answer. He reached into the drawer of the desk and pulled out a mask he knew very well. He put it on and looked at me. His eyes looked at me from behind the scarecrow mask.

"I knew it," I said, "I knew you were hiding something."

But I didn't expect it to be like this." I paused. "Are you going to hurt me?" I asked and he shook his head.

His voice came out distorted.

"I wouldn't dream of it. I would never do anything bad to you."

"Does that mean you would do good things to me?" I said, the suggestion permeating my voice.

He took off his mask, leaving it aside on the table.

"That depends on what you consider good, Dove," he replied in the same tone.

"If you're not going to do anything bad to me and I'm not going to do anything bad to you, can you let me go? I can't feel my hands or my feet," I said, shaking myself like I was a fish out of water.

He thought about it and took a knife from the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

"Okay," he agreed, "but only because you've been a good girl," he said as he bent down to release the ropes from my ankles.

A shiver ran through me as I felt his soft fingers on my bare skin. When he untied me, I moved my ankles so that the blood would flow back to that area. He stood behind me, cutting the ropes on my wrists this time. I felt his breath in my ear, and I tilted my head towards him.

"I have more rope saved," he said, and I could feel him smiling, "in case you misbehave again."

"I won't, I promise," I whispered as the ropes disappeared.

"Fine," he replied, satisfied, moving away from me.

When I was free, I watched as he threw the pieces onto the table. He turned back to me.

-You still haven't told me why I'm important to you -I rolled my eyes- other than Bruce's account number that I can't give you

-Well -he started- I guess you'll agree with me that our encounters are becoming more frequent -he approached me- I don't know if it's because of our level of madness or why -he traced the edge of my face with his index finger- what I'm sure of is that I haven't been able to forget you since I saw you for the first time

I parted my lips to say something, but no sound came out of them. He ran his thumb over them making me let out a sigh of anticipation.

-You don't have to say anything - he whispered, fixing his blue eyes on my lips - I know you want this just like I do

My voice came out shaky when I spoke again

-You're right - I answered - I want you - I squeezed my legs together in an attempt to make the throbbing pain between them disappear without success -

Without being aware of what I was doing, he placed his hands on either side of the chair where I remained sitting, trapping me between her and her increasingly closer body. His lips were just a few centimeters from mine, I would only have to move a millimeter and I could finally taste them.

-Tell me what you really want and I will give it to you, Dove. Anything you want - he whispers -

His lips go to my neck slowly kissing that area making me shudder with each touch, I tilt my head giving him better access. I don't move a fucking muscle while he continues his assault on my neck. He rests his lips momentarily where my pulse beats uncontrollably. I sigh heavily. He just discovered my weak spot.

I feel his smile against my skin as he pulls away to look at me again. His gaze locks with mine before moving down to my lips once more. I run my tongue over them and he follows the movement, just as I did with him before.

“I don't just want the mask,” I pause, “I want to see something else,” I said, moving closer to him, “now I want you to kiss me.”

Without giving me time to think about anything else, Jonathan's lips were on mine. I find myself submerged in his deep, ocean-blue eyes. I feel like I can't breathe, but I don't care, not as long as he keeps kissing me like that, like he wants to devour every inch of me. I moan into his mouth as I feel the tip of his tongue running over my bottom lip and then my top.

He pulls away, and my body practically cries from the sudden lack of contact. I look at him, his pink lips swollen from the kisses we've given each other. His breathing is labored, but that doesn't stop him from speaking with apparent normality.

"We can't do this here," he said, shaking his head negatively.

He took his hands off the arms of the chair, allowing me to breathe. He looked at the entrance of the abandoned warehouse we were in.

"Argyle!" he called, a man with a thug-like appearance entered the scene. "Is the car ready?"

"Yes sir, just as you ordered," he answered without getting upset in the least.

He gently took my hand, leading me with him.

"Take us where you already know."

He nodded and we went out to a dimly lit alley where there was a black sedan with tinted front and rear windows. We got in the back while the man took us to the place Crane had asked him to.

I watched him out of the corner of my eye. I was very excited, and we had just kissed. It had been the best kiss of my life. He noticed me looking at him and smiled lopsidedly at my scrutiny. He leaned forward to press a button next to the window. To my amazement I saw a glass separating the driver's area from the rear of the vehicle.

His gaze turned to me again, he patted his lap and without thinking twice I sat on him. I could tell he was just as turned on as I was when I noticed how hard he was against my jeans. I grabbed his tie with my fingers and pulled him together, bringing our lips together. He growled deeply as he kissed me possessively, a kiss full of sensuality and passion. I felt his hands on my hips pushing me towards him. I moaned as I felt him against my center, and he took advantage to devour my neck once again making me sigh.

"We're here sir," the driver's voice brought us out of our reverie.

"Thank you Argyle," he said.

I got off his lap, nervously fixing my pants, although there was nothing to fix. His hand wrapped around mine and pulled me out. I looked at the street and how the car disappeared down it before I noticed the house in front of me.

The house in question was black with several windows, so you could see the inside of some of the rooms. He had brought me to a full-fledged gothic mansion.

-It looks like the house of a serial killer - I said as I felt his gaze on me as I looked at the house smiling - I love it

-I knew you would like it - he said pointing at it with his head - let's go in

We went in and he quickly closed the door, placing his hands on either side of my face. He cupped my face gently, his thumbs moving over my skin sending small shocks all over my body.

-You're beautiful - he whispered kissing me again -

My hands went to the back of his neck bringing him closer to me. Never before had this happened to me with someone. Never had something so small provoked such a raw and visceral sensation in me.

-Jonathan - I murmur, because I have no idea what else to say-

A low noise escapes from his throat, making parts of my anatomy clench in pleasure at what I provoke in him. Suddenly he lifts me up and makes me wrap my legs around his hips, which elicits another moan, this time from both of us.

He climbs the stairs to the upper floor with me in his arms with surprising ease and pushes a white painted door with his shoulder. My back hits the soft surface of a bed, he momentarily separates himself from me and I then allow myself to observe the room where I am for a few seconds.

The walls are painted dark gray decorated with various paintings of dark landscapes and candles. Next to each painting there are two lit candles decorating the sides. The sheets are black and red. I smile, I love this type of decoration.

He looks at me with curiosity, as if I were part of one of his experiments. His blue eyes shine with the reflection of the candles. He reaches out his hand to me. I could say I don't know where he's going, what he's up to, but desire devours his features and his eyes darken as he reaches for the belt loops of my jeans. He tugs at them, making me straighten my back.

We stare at each other for a few seconds, he doesn't say anything and neither do I. I'm unable to say anything. His fingers quickly undo the button on my garment and pull down the zipper. His eyes scan the exposed area. I feel my skin burning and my muscles tense under his gaze. I need him to touch me, I want to abandon myself to his caresses once and for all. I'll let him do whatever he wants with me.

His finger finds the waistband of my panties. He lifts them and sinks a finger into me a little, which slides easily inside me. I'm soaked, more than I've ever been. That gesture triggers millions of discharges throughout my body. With his other hand he holds my hips and leans down to kiss my lower belly. I sigh, throwing my head back.

“Oh God,” I stammer, lost in the haze of lividity.

“You're so wet. And excited,” he points out, and I'm unable to say otherwise.

My heart is pounding in my ribs as if it were going to jump out of my chest at any moment, and my skin is prickling. My nipples are hardening under my shirt. I can barely think. He sees it and doesn't hesitate to run his thumb over it. His finger sinks a little deeper and my sex opens for him. I gasp and close my eyes against that overwhelming sensation.

“Look at me, Dove,” his way of saying my name causes me to experience another pleasurable release.

I struggle to lift my eyelids. I want to obey, no matter how stupid what he asks of me is. The wave of pleasure that runs through me at that moment makes me have to grab onto his strong shoulders to keep from falling backwards.

-That's it -he murmurs to himself, his gaze still fixed on my face, waiting for my reactions-

-More -I whisper and he smiles without stopping his movements-

-Are you always so bossy? -he laughs against my mouth-

A second finger joins the first making me arch my back. This is too much, I feel like I'm going to break in two. I feel his hands everywhere, he caresses every corner of my body and I allow it. His lips cover mine silencing the moans of orgasm that come out of them

I watch as he pulls his fingers out of me and into his mouth.

I slide my hands down to the waistband of his suit pants and with one pull I unbutton the button and unzip the zipper. The black boxers he's wearing barely contain his erection.

"I want to please you too," I whisper as my fingers slip under the elastic and brush the tip with my thumb.

"Shit…" he mumbles after stifling a moan that makes my whole body tremble.

He's as turned on as I am, and the knowledge of that gives me a welcome feeling of power and satisfaction. I want him to lose it just like he does with me. He leaves my mouth and I'm about to protest, but then he says,

"Condom, now," he demands, and his tone only makes me wetter.

He reaches back and opens the drawer next to the bed. The rogue smile he gives me while holding the condom between his fingers takes my breath away. Before he makes his next move I rip the condom from his hands leaving it at his side. He watches me intently. My fingers go to the buttons of his shirt unbuttoning them little by little. His slightly muscled torso is in front of me. He completely gets rid of my pants and my shirt leaving me in my underwear in front of him, which doesn't last long on.

I pick up the condom again and hand it to him.

"Put it on," I ordered.

To my surprise he did it without taking his eyes off me. His lips trace a serpentine path down my neck to my breasts, which he gives special attention to by twisting and squeezing them between his fingers making me gasp. His hands on my hips are the trigger for my desire.

He presses his erection against my stomach.

Hard.

Too hard.

So much so that it must hurt him.

And I moan at the contact, because it's hard not to do anything other than wish he was already inside me. But despite my haste, he takes a few seconds to observe me closely.

"You have no idea how much I'm going to enjoy fucking you," he whispers in my ear.

His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me closer to him. He separates to slip his hand between us, and before I know it, he's already sliding inside me.

"Fuck, yes," I moan as I feel him slowly penetrating me, inch by inch.

Jonathan seems to be holding his breath.

"You're so fucking tight," he says, "I knew it would be like this."

And when I'm about to tell him not to take it so easy, he sinks all the way in with one thrust. A gasp breaks from between my lips and fades down the slope to the sea, mixed with the sharp curse that falls from his lips.

He holds onto my hips as he moves, filling me completely. I roll my hips in response and we both moan at the feel of the other.

Dying with pleasure seems like an excellent idea right now. He pulls out and thrusts in again, I dig my nails into his back as a gasp escapes my lips. Then he thrusts into me again.

And another

And another

Within seconds the room is filled with our gasps, moans and screams. His lips cover me with kisses all over me and I do the same.

"Shit Dove, this is better than I expected," he moans in my ear.

He's smiling and his smile makes me show him mine.

"I don't want to stop." I can't stop…

"Don't do it," I demand, arching to receive him even deeper, deeper inside.

I feel my sex tighten around him and his cock swell. This is too good, too intense. I feel like I'm going to explode at any moment.

"Cum with me please. Let me feel you."

I give in to his demands and without warning I cum hard with a muffled gasp. I explode into hundreds of pieces with his name on my lips. Seconds later he does it with my name on his.

A while later we both rest next to each other. His fingers move through my hair and mine make circles on his chest.

-It's been intense - I started and he laughed against my hair-

-It's been the best thing that's ever happened to me in my life - he whispered looking at me - I don't want you to go - he said melting my heart-

-I'm not going anywhere - I said looking at him - you're also very important to me Dr. Crane

He smiled leaving a kiss on my forehead.

Afterwards I fell asleep in his arms feeling like the happiest person on the planet.

[murmursdraconic]

Shay and Clair were born of the same stubborn material. When it clashed, sparks flew. It was the same rhythm, same song and same dance.

"See, funny thing about that." She takes another sip, putting the glass down and tapping her fingers along the rim. "You refusing it would require me offering it. It's not an offer: it's a promise. You told me you were working on your front of wearing those detrimental traditionalists down. I trust you with that; as much as you know I want to fight them and bite my tongue so much for you it should have come off by now. So they can't do shit about what we spend the funding on, meaning they can't cry about us making a specific space for local Dratini conservation."

She and her family had tried to be amicable given some of the Clan's more stubborn values. There was plenty of ways they could get along, and now they had decided the aggressive kindness approach. At least Clair was amicable.

Clair's echoed sentiment of her being able to handle work isn't met with the woman's usual, typical clap back.Instead she quietly taps the rim of the glass and stares in to it. Her typical sharpness was absent. Face softened a bit to that of... concern?

"I know you can handle it, Clair. My issue isn't with some disbelief that you can't, but even now we're talking about work."

Trainer to Heiress, looking her directly. She wasn't planning on having this end up as a fight again, but when was she going to get another chance to talk to Clair?

"You work... all the time. I know you have your expectations that I will always think are unfair to you. Even I've gotten that workaholic habit from you as a coping mechanism. I know you aren't trying to do this purposefully but... I keep bringing up taking a break because I don't want work to consume you. I don't want to see you get lost in it."

Turning away, back to staring at the counter, a bit more solemn.

"I... don't want to be forgotten in everything... and lose you to pushing yourself too hard."

God that was almost painful to say quietly at a counter, never mind out loud to Clair's face.

"Mm..."

Clair nods with approval as Shay explains how Dracomet suddenly found itself in line for this gala's extravagant donations. Even though she hasn't known Blue for long, the heiress could easily see the bighearted Miss De La Rue making such a generous offer. How on-brand...

She momentarily loses herself in the captivating spectacle of Fantina's center-stage appeal, only to have Shay sneak in another cheeky little jab concerning the Gym Leader's work-life balance. (How on-brand for her, too.)

"Ha. I wouldn't even accept a single Poke of this gala's donation funds. And even if I did, the Clan would make me burn it all," she scoffs, flashing a bit of that stubborn Blackthorn pride. Clair adjusts her gloves with a small scowl. "...I can only handle one headache at a time, thank you very much."

"And speaking of headaches, you can stop bringing up vacations all the time. I mean, gods, Shay--for the last time, I can handle it," she sighs, rolling her eyes and gesturing around the glitzy space.

"I'm here on vacation now, aren't I...?"

[chloe-online]

loved and i lost

hi, atm chris is my comfort character (its bc of re vendetta rbjhe) so i wanted to write a lil something :) honestly with everything going on rn im not putting too much effort into it (hence the title) and i do apologize for that. also want to mention i probably didn't paragraph right but ignore it. i hope you enjoy anyway!

pairing: Chris redfield x fem!reader

its been four months. four months since you got that call from the BSAA breaking the news to you. ever since your life hasnt been the same. Chris Redfield, the love of your life, died on his mission and his body wasnt recovered. you couldnt even have closure, all you were told is that he was gone.

you let out a sigh at the memory. you were trying your best to take care of yourself but it was just really hard. having chris in your life meant that you had someone to look up to, someone to work for, but now that someone is gone.

you sighed, pouring the milk into your cheerios. if chris was here you would've cooked a proper meal, but cereal was easiest and it filled you up just enough that it would last you till tomorrow.

you sat out on the porch slowly lifting the spoon up to your mouth over and over. you looked up to the sky, there wasn't a star in sight. the stars were shimmering, and it made you take your meal and go back inside. you couldn't handle the memory of eating under the stars with chris.

you flushed your cereal down the toilet and went to place your bowl in the sink, which was overflowing with dirty dishes. you meant to do them but everytime you tried you physically couldn't. while you piling your empty bowl in the sink you decided that a shower was well needed.

you made your way to the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. your hair was a mess, you've been wearing the same clothes for 3 days, and your face was smeared with makeup you tried doing earlier. you wanted to try and make yourself presentable because leon said he was coming over but you realized you couldn't let anyone see the state you were living in, so you canceled your plans with him and apologized.

you turned the water on, stripped yourself, and stepped into the warm shower. you just stood there for a few moments, soaking in the warmth. you were in and out in the span of 5ish minutes, you just wanted to clean yourself up a little bit and the warm water did that just fine.

you slipped into some black shorts and one of chris' shirts. it still smelled like him and it soothed you but at the same time it brought tears to your eyes. you missed him so much, it hurt. you curled up into bed and cuddled your blanket as if it was him. you couldn't stop the tears, they just kept coming.

you stayed like this for a long while. since you didn't finish what was supposed to be your dinner you thought it might be a good idea to get a small snack before you go to bed. as your feet touched the carpet you heard glass shatter from across the house.

there was no way it was leon or claire, they had a key so they would've came in through the front door. someone broke in. you scurried into the bathroom and locked the door. you put the passcode in on your phone and called chris' number, you knew he wouldn't pick up but you liked to leave voicemails, it made you feel safe. you tried your best to be quiet but you were crying and your voice was shakey.

"hi chris, i know you'll never get this but just pretending to talk to you is enough for me. someones in the house, I'm scared but i think I'm safe. i love you, i miss you so much baby," you managed to muster. you hung up and put your phone away.

it was silent for a while so you figured you'd just go check it out and if you felt uneasy, or if you knew someone was there still you'd call 911. the door opened with a creak and you tiptoed out to the kitchen.

you thought the coast was clear so you leaned your back onto the kitchen island, debating if you should continue to look around or if you should just lock yourself in the bathroom and deal with it in the morning. but when you put your back to the island it was already too late.

someone crept up from the other side and in seconds you were unconscious.

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".... i love you, i miss you so much baby." *voicemail ends*

chris let out an angry sigh, this mission was too much. he knew he had to go make sure y/n was okay. her voice was shaky, and she sounded very scared.

four months ago he was assigned to a mission where he had to fake his death. ever since he'd get voicemails and text messages from you. it broke his heart to see how sad you were. this job was very important but he thought that you deserved to know that he was okay, it should've been like that from the beginning.

"hq I'm going home, i will be back."

"Alpha you cannot just abandon your post, this mission is important."

"i don't fucking care! i have to go make sure y/n is okay. someone broke in. canine and umber eyes are taking over till I'm back." Chris just hoped he wasnt too late

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you were drugged, blindfolded, and tied up to one of the dining chairs. you could only hear them taking valuables, digging through drawers, cabinets, and any other storage unit you had. they paused and you could hear them pick up a picture frame and chuckle under their breath.

"well well, you're chris redfields girl? you're a fucking mess! there's no fucking way he put up with you. maybe that's why he died," those words hit pretty hard. tears threatened to start falling again. your lack of response clearly pissed him off.

"its your fault he's gone y'know, let that sink in. if you were good enough he'd still be here!" at this point he was grabbing your face, taunting you. he was obviously just trying to hurt your feelings, and it worked. satisfied with what he did, he threw your head back and let go.

"pathetic," at that moment there was a knock at the door. the robber voiced a very confused 'what the fuck?' you heard the door creak open followed by a loud thud. it sounded like someone hit the floor. grunts and sounds of fighting filled the room.

'is leon here to help me?' the sounds of fighting came to a stop and footsteps were heading your way. you felt a oddly familiar hand touch your shoulder.

"please don't hurt me, i don't want to leave my friends, we need each other."

"hey, hey baby its me," your blindfold was torn off and your eyes were met with chris' soft brown ones. once you were free of the chair you clung to Chris and buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"i thought you were gone, i missed you so much," you guys just held each other for a while. you pushed away and pulled chris into a kiss, which he gladly returned the favor.

"I'll explain what happened, i promise. just please come with me," you instantly agreed. chris was here and you couldn't be happier.

sorry for any typos, i hope you enjoyed!

[iammarylastar]

1. Alone amongst brothers.

"Cal! Hey mate where are you?" Snowballs clicked his fingers under his nose, startling him.

Bad idea. Never startle an ex cop ex Marine who hadn't slept for years.

Chris -his real name was Chris- came out of his reverie and offered a poor smile to his brothers. Obviously missing his goal to reassure his squad.

Who was he kidding?

He hadn't been here for years. For 3 years. 3 fucking years.

He hadn't been the same since he came out of prison. Since his brother, his real brother fled to Canada, to never return.

Since Oyster, his little brother killed that asshole in a bar.

Thinking about it, all this shit had started after their mother died.

Big, huge mess she had left behind.

He reluctantly came back to the world, that world without his mom nor his brother, that world where he's a useless piece of shit, forbidden to serve his country in any way.

Reverie couldn't have been more inappropriate. Living nightmare would have fit better.

"Next round on me." Jaeger announced with too much enthusiasm.

"Same?" He quirked an eyebrow at Cal, who just nodded, not bothering to say a word.

He didn't need another beer. Alcohol free. Taste free too. He'd been nursing the same bottle since he settled his ass in the bar, mind absently scratching the corner of the label with his nail.

He had been sentenced to 6 years and spent 3 at Pittsburgh Correctional Institution. He got a release, good behaviour. He'd been lucky, somehow, half of the prisoners were there because of him. Death had waited for him at every corner, but freedom hadn't tasted better.

A lot had happened in 3 years. Life had gone on whilst his had stopped behind the bars.

Snowball found his soulmate Carlo, Jaeger finally got Claire back, they married last year and were expecting their first child. Milk spawned two boys, fuck he'd been out for a long time.

Brotherhood meant leave no one behind. He had Oyster's back, he did what had to be done to save his brother from jail. Sentencing himself, ruining his own life.

He got nothing left. No wife, no family. Sure, his bros had always cared, hanging out, working out, having him in for all their kids birthdays, family barbecues, even last Christmas when Claire and Jaeger announced the good news.

They all exploded, hugging Claire and clapping Jaeger's shoulder, whooping and cheering like madmen.

He was genuinely happy for both of them and tried to ignore the stab in his guts.

For once he wanted and was in the mood to celebrate. Till his eyes landed on the blessed couple's wedding pic pinned on the wall, then spotted another showing his brothers in uniform, proudly posing with the groom.

Stab.

He wasn't there and it killed him.

Claire told him they got a seat settled in his honor and it hurt more deeply.

He had missed so many events, so many people.

Oyster.

He had spent most of his miserable life to raise his little brother -half brother but who cares?- kicked his ass every morning to have him secured at school, kicking his own ass to quit both grief and booze and pass his exams to assure them a future.

Look what future both fucked up.

If only he could have the slightest news of him, knowing his brother was fine and safe somewhere in Canada, a letter, a call, an emoji on whatever social media... but no. The cops were still looking for Oyster for Ben Daley's murder and as a cop -ex cop- he knew he and his mates have been under surveillance since day one.

Oyster had been MIA for 3 years with no chance of brightest days.

And he was left alone with nobody to care for and nobody to love.

His sentence had him kicked out from the police department, along with his staff sergeant status. No job. No rules to give rhythm to his days. No incomes but a few light works here and there in the neighborhood. The people he knew always put in a good word about him and hopefully people didn't ask for his criminal record before hiring him for fixing their roof, painting their fronts or uprooting a tree stump.

Yeah he had a lot to add to his resume: by-the-book cop, dauntless staff sergeant in the Marine corps, 2 rounds in Iraq, baby sitter and groundskeeper. Impressive.

"Man, look at this chick over there." Milk nudged him. "She's been eyeing you like she's willing to drop her panties for you."

Cal finally lifted his eyes and glanced at the girl in question. Thin, sexy, a blouse full of goodies, gaudy red lipstick, prying eyes.

Maybe he needed to get laid. He hadn't had sex since he came out of prison. His mates planned a party to celebrate his freedom and got him a working girl for the occasion but he wasn't in the mood.

He hadn't been interested in sex, not after what has happened in prison, not even a quick handjob while watching a porn. No. Scratch that. He's been forced into lame and painful wankings when his balls threatened to explode, but it was no fun at all. Far, far from it.

A slight nausea invaded his throat of the reminder and he forced the thought out.

Double sentence. If he hadn't suffered PTSD after what he did and witnessed in Iraq, then he got his trauma.

He might never use his cock again. Playground out of order. Broken.

"Nahhh... She looks cheap. Guys I don't need another blind date, you know. Your Tracy girl was crazy, she scared the shit out of me with her earlobe-licking... fetishism." Cal rubbed his earlob with a disgusting frown on his face, having all his skwad laughing out loud, wiggling all tongues out.

"Listen Cal. You need to get laid. You need a good fuck to come back to life. You're hot stuff still, you just need to pick up some gorgeous chick and have some fun! Before your dick just deceases from dehydration." Jaeger joked, hilarity ensued.

He looked around the crowded bar, tired. Tired to pretend he could be interested in that kind of date.

He didn't need a one night stand. He didn't need some cunt to fuck. He needed someone to love. And be loved in return.

Like the ol'time when he lived with his mom. Or with Oyster. He needed someone who cared.

"Thank you guys but I'm tired. I better go home and get some sleep. Need to wake up early and..."

His lame excuses got cut off by an angry Milk.

"Oh yeah, because you do have so much to do tomorrow, don't you? Cleaning up the house and walk Mrs Riley's pet? That's why you're leaving your brothers now? Cal, when are you going to get rid of this shit and be alive again? It's been 3 years already, move on for fuck sake!"

Cal didn't blink. He deserved to be scolded by his gang. He's been no fun, nothing more than a burden for them. A big piece of shit, whining about all he'd lost. Poor thing. Soon he'd lose them.

He was whining again. He's got the best friends he could dream of, people he could call his brothers, who were totally devoted to him, heart and soul.

His family. His home.

Those guys made it all easy for him while his time in prison. Paying him a visit each week, twice a week when they were off. They paid for his lawyer, his loan for the house so he wouldn't be homeless when he got out of prison. So he didn't have to break into his savings and get ruined in 6 months.

They did it in a heartbeat, without thinking nor asking for his permission. They told him it was the right thing to do. The same way Cal had them home, safe and sound after their tour in Iraq. Beside Jaeger's leg, abandoned there. How guilty he had felt, and still.

He owed them... everything.

He leant on his elbows and rubbed his face. He considered staying and trying to relax and have some fun, but his mood was definitely shitty.

Time to shake his thoughts and his big ass. He survived the war, survived in jail, he could survive this night.

"OK fuckers. But I don't want to bury my future here." He emptied his drink, slammed it loudly on the table.

"Let's get home and shake the walls!"

He grabbed his other beer and clinked glasses with his mates, and chugged it whilst his bros cheered and downed their own drinks.

"Last one at my mailbox is a loser!" Cal jumped on his feet and started running through the door.

"Ohhhh, you bastard!" Milk shouted, running after him, quickly followed by an enthusiast Snowball.

Jeager rolled his eyes and took out his wallet to pay the bill. He wouldn't win anyway, his fucking metal leg was no match for those big machines.

The three guys were messing around by the front door, playfully wrestling to pass first.

Cal jammed Milk's head in between his bulging biceps and disheveled his neat hairstyle, having him struggling even more for his freedom, grunting with rage. Snowball was stuck against the wall, the two heavy guys struggling were keeping him to head towards the door.

In a joint effort to get free, Snowball and Milk pushed Cal with all their strength until he popped out like a Champagne cork, sent flying against the wall. Just as the door opened on someone coming in.

Cal ended up glued to them, pinned on the wall, crushed against his broad chest.

"Whoah, whoah, whoah! What the hell?" A muffled voice came from underneath Cal's body.

"Holy shit, I'm sorry!" He apologized, peeling his body from a smaller and thinner one.

His hands flat against the wall, each side of a face. A beautiful face. Still blurry, he was too close to focus.

Never too close... he thought. Her smell itself made him stop.

"I'm sorry!" He uttered, forcing a step back. Finally able to focus on delicate features.

"I'm fine, I'm fine...uh, hey... I'm Jessica. " She said in a big grin as she rearranged the strands of hair away from her face.

"Nice to meet you..." She started, inviting him to introduce himself.

"Milk, nice to meet you gorgeous." The bastard spoke first, getting on Cal's business, more than happy to embarrass his mate.

"And this is Snowball" he continued, shamelessly stepping on Cal's toes and bluntly pushing him to the side.

"Ma'am!" Snowball bowed before an amused Jessica, glancing at the three boys with a smirk. "Please, accept our sincere apologies. I hope this giant idiot didn't hurt you when so roughly trying to get your attention."

Jessica let her eyes wander at the big stud's body and face, making sure it didn't turn into a stare. The man was built like a brick house, huge arms, solid chest, his short hair suggested he was a cop or a soldier, his handsome face obviously annoyed by his friends' demeanour. His gorgeous self nodding his head while pressing his so soft looking lips together. She felt her heart stop and her inside melt when they locked stares. His blue eyes were captivating and something slapped her in the face. Through his hilarious expression and attractive features, he looked so... sad and lonely. So much she wanted to pull him in in a hug and never let him go.

She forced her eyes back at the two dummies still making the show for her.

"And this!" Milk nudged his pal, "this is Chris Callahan, the man you need.

The thoughtfulness itself, well, when it's not nearly killing you, this guy is not only strong, courageous and handsome, thanks God he's also single."

Cal wanted nothing more than vanish from embarrassment after getting rid of that motherfucker of a so called best friend. On a definitive way.

But the more Milk was blurting his shit out, the more Jessica looked amused and kind of interested in him.

Eyeing him. The cutest smile on her lips. Which she bit when she finally was caught staring.

"This big sweet heart is to take darling, and you'd be a fool not to try your luck with him."

Milk got a little closer and lowered his voice "I heard he's got amazing skills, like... look at the size of his feet!"

The 2 guys barked a laugh, clunching at each other while Cam just chuckled and sighed, more uncomfortable than ever. Jessica shared the guys big laugh then winked at Cal, before glancing down to judge their size by herself.

Milk wiped the tears from his face, oh Lord he loved making fun of his mate so very much. Calming down his panting, he stepped back, still hooked to an exhilarated Snowball.

"If you want to excuse us mylady, we're up for a male race contest, where the loser will have to walk butt naked the entire week." He said, bowing out at Jessica, then stepping out of the bar with renewed loud laughs.

Cal just shifted uneasily on his spot, figuring out a way to stop looking like the dumbest guy on Earth.

"Sorry... That was... pretty awkward, wasn't it?" He shyly tried, mentally kicking in own ass to not have found something clever to say.

"Found it very funny actually, you guys made my day!" Her genuine smile cheered him up a little.

"Those guys are total weirdoes, please do not believe a single word of what they say." Cal flashed one of his best smile, pretty sure it would work for him.

"Seems your friends think very highly of you. The resume they made of you is quite appealing, you know." She made it sounds like a joke but couldn't help wondering about that nice guy, nice looking guy all in embarrassment in front of her.

And the size of his... feet.

"Yeah... Well, wait to meet them once they're not drunk and you might hear a different story." Cal shoved his hands deep in his pockets. Looking so cute.

"So... Cal, I'm looking forward to hang out with your smartass group of friends, and hear all kind of stories about you, I bet each more embarrassing than the last!" Jessica's fingers were playing with a strand of her hair against her will, flirting.

And it seemed this didn't get unnoticed, by the way Cal's stare lingered on her delicate features.

"I... I've got to go and look after those drunken asses before they get into more trouble. I won't stop hearing of it if I don't beat them tonight. It was so nice to meet you and again, apologies for so rudely bumping into you."

Chris scratched the back of his neck, torn between two options. Stay and risk to embarrass himself more and more, or leave and risk to never see her again.

"It's OK, Chris I'm fine. We would find a way to make it up for nearly knocking me down earlier. Go get them, we could meet another time. I'm new in town but I'm here for some time, let's catch up later!"

Chris chuckled, mumbled a cocky "sure!" through an enormous grin, dared to throw a wink at her before turning heels and walked out of the bar.

"I hope you lose!" She shouted at him as he reluctantly started to jog towards his mates.

"Thank you...?" Chris turned to face her again, walking backward, wearing an astonished expression. That was not the kind of support he expected.

"I may not know much about you, but I figured seeing you walk up the streets butt naked could be fun!"

Chris couldn't help the large grin taped on his face to turn into a big smile, that charismatic pant-dropping smile that had been MIA for years was finally back.

As he jogged back to his drunken brothers, in absolute no hurry, a light in heart, he felt like that stupid smile wouldn't leave his face for quite a while.

[pbandjesse]

Today was a pretty good day off. Mostly lazy. It started with a lot of anxiety for me though.

I slept all right and I woke up at around 9. I wanted to go to the mall. I was determined to go to the mall. But I also knew that the landlord was going to be coming around in the afternoon. I wasn't sure what time but I wanted to make sure it was here. So I started getting ready.

One of the issues that I'm having in this apartment is that there's too much space. So when I'm going from the bedroom to the bathroom I have to pass through another room which then reminds me that I need to do something else and then I go to the kitchen to start doing that thing and then realize that I'm passing another room and I see something else that needs to get done. And then it's just a horrible cycle. I get very stressed out by how many things that need to be done. I had to get dressed I had to water the plants I had to feed the cats I had to eat breakfast so many things. All of them got done though and it was fine I was just stressed for no reason.

James texted me and told me that there was a package over at the other apartment I had to go pick up. So I left here around 9:30 and did that. I got the mail there and package which turned out to be a cat stuffed animal for me. And I came back here. I was very overheated though. There's not a lot of Hills but it's hot outside and I had a lot of trouble picking an outfit today cuz I was too hot. And the shorts I decided on hurt my legs when I was biking. So I got back here and I got changed. And just kind of stood in front of the air conditioner. It helped but I was very uncomfortable.

I only stayed here long enough to cool off and then I left again. I biked to the subway because I thought that would be my best bet for getting to the mall. That's how I've always gotten to the mall. Turns out it's only like a 12 minute bike ride. I'm very annoyed about this because I waited for the subway for almost a half an hour. I felt very stupid. And I didn't even have cell service down there so I didn't realize how short of a bike ride it was until later on. At least I have an interesting podcast to listen to. It could have been worse.

But because of the long way and the Heat by the time I got to the mall I was kind of just sad and felt kind of weird. I want a Forever 21 but I didn't really want to look at clothes. And that Mal has not got a lot of things in it. Did you have a Claire's though. And they were having their 3-4-3 sale. And I went in and wasn't going to get anything but then I saw that they had the Platypus Beanie Baby that I had seen on the boardwalk. The one that I couldn't find. And so I got it and some nail polish and a present for Jess. It was nice. Help me feel a little bit better.

I got a pretzel. Finally. I actually got two pretzels and brought them home with me. I've been kind of snacking on them all day. Say microwave pretty well. And then I just kind of wandered. I started to leave and then I realized it was 11:30 and I hadn't had breakfast yet. I was saving the pretzels for later. So I look to see where I Burger King was because I had seen someone with a cup from it. Turns out it was in the mall just kind of setback so I didn't see it. I went in and I want to order the veggie burger always get. Only to find out that even though it's on their menu they no longer carry it because of the impossible Burger. Wonderful. I can't eat the impossible Burger. I've tried it multiple times now and two of the three times I've tried it I've gotten sick. So I don't trust it. And I really like the veggie burger at Burger King. Explain the girl why I can't have it and she told me I should fill out the survey. So we did and just said that I was disappointed. I got fries and a soda and sat down. But I just felt very sad. I just wanted to go home.

Thankfully waiting for the Subway on the way back wasn't as long. It was still really hard to bike home and the Heat. And I promised myself I would get a cold bath as soon as I was home.

And that's exactly what I did. I got him cold baths and I had my pretzel. Eventually I had a burrito. I just tried to enjoy my afternoon.

Our landlady, Tina, texted me that she was running late. Originally when she had called me when I first got home she said she would be there around 3:30 or 4. But her sister's car had broken down and she had to drive her somewhere so she would be here closer to 5. That's cool I wasn't planning on going anywhere.

But then I hit kind of a mid-afternoon slump and I got incredibly tired. I set an alarm for 4:30 just in case I fell asleep. I just felt exhausted.

I went downstairs to get a package. It was a bunch of small stuff from my mom. But she also apparently sent me an envelope. And that wasn't there yet so later on a little bit before 5 I open the door to go downstairs. But when I did I saw that the office door that is the apartment next door to me was open and there was a huge bag of peaches on the table in the hallway. I assumed that meant the landlady was there so I just went back in my apartment.

And I was right! Tina knocked on my door a couple minutes after 5 with the big bag of peaches. She brought them for me and James. She is so sweet. I want to give her a big hug. She reminds me of my dad's Aunt Ellen. An older lady probably mid-70s. Crepe paper skin and glasses. She had earrings and a necklace and a bracelet on. She has short blond hair that was kind of curled. And I just think she's so sweet. We sat and talked for about a half an hour. She gave me the lease and she told me the history of the building. At least what she knows.

Her and her ex-husband bought this home years ago. They lived here on the first floor and in this apartment before she had kids. And after they had kids they moved West Virginia and started renting the place. The building itself was built in 1904 and I was right about it being a family that owns a department store downtown. They commissioned the building when they got married. And then they left for 6 months. When they got back they started their life but the wife died a few years later they think in childbirth. He was very sad and so he moved to the building next door. The one that's an old person's home now. At least we think it's an old person's home. But that building was filled with artists and art collectors at that time. Just filled with that kind of energy. He continued to own the home for a while and rent it out. It changed hands two more times at least before Tina and her husband at the time bought it. And my favorite thing that you told me was that turns out the apartment I'm living in was the original owners Billiards room. I think that is hilarious.

It was really nice to talk to her though and she said the sign the lease when we get a chance. To contact her if we have any questions. The only real question I have now that I've read over the lease has there's a clause in it that says we can only have white curtains. And I want to check about that. Cuz that seems bizarre. But it is a standard lease that she just got from the library so maybe she doesn't know that it says that.

After she left I ate one of the peaches and it was incredible. Like I literally ate the entire thing it was falling off of the pit. It was great. And then I just kind of hang out for a bit. Enjoyed being in the apartment.

Eventually I worked on some art. The kitty cat James gave me I went to pick up earlier had very strange eyes. So I tried to call her the man. But that looked worse. So I removed them and put new ones on. At least fixed the size and placement. I like it a lot better now. And then I worked on some aren't and I had pizza for dinner. I just had a nice night. I miss James. He's at a baseball game right now. The whole reason for his trip. I hope he's having a good time up in Boston. He sent me pictures of the museum he was at today. And he promised me a souvenir. I look forward to having him back.

I'm laying in bed now. Sweet pea is manhandling my stuffed animals. And being a nuisance. But I'm really just ready to get some sleep.

I work at the Museum tomorrow. And then James comes back. And then it supposed to be D&D. I look forward to seeing our friends. I hope you guys all have a nice day tomorrow. Be safe. Take care of each other.

[sassenachbydesign-blog]

Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost

Before you all get lost in the chapter I want to say @abbydebeaupreposts a enormous THANK YOU for being the best beta! You're are an inspiration and truly great!

Guys keep in mind this is my first fanfiction so forgive some mistakes ok? English is not my native language.

The fic also have been updated on Ao3!

Chapter 3 - "Can't ignore the way I feel when I see you"

There comes a turning point in intense physical and physiological response where one abandons oneself to a profligate usage of strength and bodily resource.

Some say your life passes if front of your eyes when you're dying, others that  it feels as if the world is falling down all around them, the lucky ones see blue skies swallowing  their souls.

Claire never formed  an opinion on the subject.. Until now.

What were the odds of her one-night stand-- the best climax of her life--- turning out to be the newest hire at her hospital  More than that…. an integral part of the very team Claire was part of.

Well, it did explain where he’d come by his exceptional knowledge of human anatomy. The way his hand moved along her thighs... the way his fingers pinched her nipples with just the right amount of force…

All of these  thoughts passed through her mind in a matter of seconds-- as if her life was passing before her very eyes and while she might pray she could disappear in the blue sky above her, what she felt was her world crashing down all around her.

Claire extended her hand  dumbstruck.

“Outstanding indeed” Jamie smirked and refused to give her hand back.

The room seemed to get about 10° warmer to her.

Joe noticed Claire's awkwardness to Dr. Fraser and asked, “Do  you two know each other?”

Feeling the blood rise to her checks she answered at the same time as the Viking.

“No”

“Yes”

Her friend looked like she had an extra limb or transformed into some faerie and after a few seconds looking between both he said “Well I see Dr. River calling me, if you’ll excuse me” and with that Joe left without further adieu.

The first thing Claire could come up with was  “Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ! What the hell you're doing HERE??!!” She hissed at him as he finally gave her her hand back.

Jamie's heart was beating like the drums of the military tattoo he used to see every August in Edinburgh.

His faerie, standing in front of him,  in the most amazing red dress, fitting her body perfectly . And if he counted right, he could see her third rib from where he was standing over her cleavage.

“Well Sassenach, if you had stayed a while longer this morning, we might have had a moment to talk and introduce ourselves. ” he looked at those whiskey eyes that had grown even more beautiful  since this morning and couldn't help but smirk at her.

Claire's panic attack was having a panic attack for sure. Tonight she wasn't quite sure which of the men in her life was getting on her nerves more, Fraser or Frank. Also, one thing was certain, Frank and Fraser couldn't meet. Not happening. Impossible. Inconceivable.

Nope, this is not happening she repeated to herself.

As if it couldn't get more annoying Fraser asked her own mind, almost like if he was reading her… “Well whatever happened it did last night… All night if the memory serves me right… and it does” another smirk “and it's James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser, something-something-something for Joe and Jamie for you”.

Charming bastard. Damn charming bloody Scottish bastard.

Claire turned on her heel and went to get a drink. Champagne to start as nothing stronger was being served.

Just has she grabbed her drink Geillis appeared like a ghost on her left.

“So tell me me wee English rose… Who was that fox look-alike you're hissing at? And by hissing it's more like you wanted either to slap him or to having fuck you… Or both” her friend considered fixing her dress again.

“Geillis! Seriously?? Can't you think about anything else?? Like, for example, work? Friends, drinks… Even Dougal?” Claire put her third glass of champagne down.

“Ye know lov’, it was with that amount of drinking you got that bite on you neck” she said pointing out the amount of champagne Claire was drinking while pulling a mirror from her clutch and passing it to her friend to hold while she fixed her lipstick. She  continued “And well if there is a thing or two I've learned since I've met you its that you work better after coffee and sex. Not necessarily in that order though.

As for Dougal he couldn't come… Well not to the party at least.”

Claire rolled her eyes… Deep down knowing her friend's comments where partially true. Yet she couldn't say anything of sorts. Geillis was a cocky woman and proud of it.

“I just feel like I have definitely seen that man before” lipstick done her friend took her things and twist her head staring at “Though I can't quite pin down where…”

Claire panicked and tried to control her glass face. “Well you must have seen him around Glasgow… is not that big of a city”

Her friend snorted “Oh nae! Not at all, just around 600.000 inhabitants, 2.3 million if you count the area around and third largest in the UK… But obviously nae a big city.”.

She heard what Geillis said… Well partially. The other part of her brain was wondering  how this night would go if Jamie and Frank were to meet each other.

***

Jamie looked from afar as his Goddess talked to another woman. He wondered how she knew the woman he saw every now and again with his uncle.

He also wondered what his Sassenach was thinking… More especially what she was thinking of him.

The night before at Leoch he was dumbstruck when she arrived. It was like as if he stepped outside on a cloudy day and suddenly the sun came out.

He did saw what it looked like a engagement ring on her finger… but that was nae wedding ring. He wouldn't normally hit at a woman like this, she did seem to be out of his league.

But the way she moved around the bar, how her curls framed her face, her eyes the colour of the finest Whisky her ever drank  and how her arse tempted him in ways he never would've thought made him change all of this rules and go for it.

She affected him in ways no woman had before in just a matter of minutes.

After the night they had it seemed like a joke played by destiny their meeting today. Or the fact that they were to work at the same team… Every day. Either this would be glorious or pure torture.

Deep down he also wanted to punch the brown haired bloke  that arrived with her. By the simple fact that he had is hand with too many fingers around Claire's hip.

While he squeezed his glass as if it was almost to a breaking point and had a sip from drink when Murtagh came to his side.