#ruby elizabeth daly

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Happy birthday Ruby

[rosesnink]

For Love And Duty, Chapter Four: The King's Consent

Author's Notes

Guess who's back!! Back again!! I have honestly missed writing this particular series, for the Tudor era always gives me brainrot. Something tells me Eleanor's story will have my undivided attention... Meanwhile, enjoy!!

Summary: Eleanor, now engaged, travels to London to ask for King Henry's permission to marry. Such a journey will make her experience feelings she thought would never experience...

Word Count: 4.1k

Category: Fluff, there was only one bed, arranged marriage

Pairing: Mr. Sinclaire x F!OC (Eleanor Foredale)

Rating: PG-13

Book: Desire and Decorum (AU)

A week later…

The whole house was a complete, utter mess.

Servants ran left and right, panicking and running away from the barks of the countess and the dowager, some even breaking into tears. The reason? Lady Eleanor and Ser Sinclaire would travel to court in London for a few days to ask for the king to bless and consent to the union. The dowager would accompany them, for her already married step-grandson Edmund would be hosting his little sister.

“No, this simply won’t do!” The dowager exclaimed as she looked through different kirtles that’d match Eleanor’s turquoise gown.

“Stupid girl! Do you want my son to starve?! Go on, go fetch more food, now!” The countess roared.

Both Miss Daly and Eleanor watched in horror as the house was turned down. Her father had escaped alongside Harry to an impromptu hunt. Lucky them!

Eleanor could only sit still as her Lady Grandmother and three ladies oversaw her luggage “Must you really pack half my wardrobe, Lady Grandmother? We’ll be there for five days.”

Dominique looked severely at her granddaughter “This is no mere visit, Eleanor! This is the visit we’ve been preparing you since you were a few weeks’ old! You must look perfect at all times, dear. You’ll be under royal scrutiny, as well as your fiancé! Every bone of yours needs to be poised and elegant, your manners, impeccable, and your gowns should be nothing less than flawless, and your smile no less than enchanting and lovely.”

“No pressure, El,” Briar whispered. Eleanor sighed.

She took her grandmother’s hands in hers and mimicked so she’d breathe “I know what this means to you. You yourself were friends with Queen Elizabeth Woodville, and now in cordial terms with her daughter the queen. And I promise I shall do you proud. You’ve prepared me for this moment all my life. Trust your own education, and my qualities of being a good pupil.”

Dominique took a deep breath “I gave you away to the best house for this for all your childhood. And although your father did not do well in bringing you back for your engagement, I’m sure that all these years shall not be in vain.”

“It won’t, Lady Grandmother. In fact, I was thinking of wearing a red wine dress, since it’s the house’s colour.”

“Ooh, I know which dress will be perfect!” Briar squealed before disappearing into the wardrobe. Then, she came back with a beautiful wine red gown with a white kirtle, the neckline with rich pearls and rubies, an equally white front skirt, matched with fore-sleeves, the stomacher having the Tudor rose and a red crepine, with discreet billaments and a long veil. The dowager gave her her favourite necklace, bodice jewellery, a white girdle and the Edgewater ring.

Having tried that, they took off the dress and put instead a riding gown, for she’d be riding with her fiancé, only escorted by Miss Daly, meaning that she’d be alone with him, dozing off in purpose of having some intimacy.

She wore the Edgewater royal blue and her coif had embroidered decorations of the Sinclaire emblem: an eagle with a stock of books in its side. He curtsied deeply to her and kissed her hand “My lady. As usual, you look simply magnificent.”

“Thank you, sir. You also look quite dapper.”

His ears turned pink before he nodded and offered his hand to get into the carriage. This’d be an interesting ride indeed.

An hour ahead and a few kilometres away from Kent, Mr. Sinclaire cleared his throat “I must confess, I am a bit nervous meeting the king. We’ll be appealing to be married, after all.”

“Yes, though… it had been agreed that we’d marry someday, did it not?”

“Well, yes and no.” Eleanor signalled for him to keep going “It was agreed that you’d marry someone of a decadent family in need of a fertile wife of the king’s men. My father had the luck to be among them.”

A small smile appeared on her lips “Lucky indeed.”

He looked away, abashed by the compliment and drummed his fingers against his leg, and then whispered “I hope I can be a worthy husband to you, Lady Eleanor.”

She nodded, a sad pang on her heart. How could she look into his eyes knowing she’d forsake him for another different life the moment nightfall came upon them? Shaking off such thoughts, she observed the English countryside, green and rugged, smelling like nature and sunlight. She closed her eyes, basking in such pleasure before they came into the murky, crowded and smelly London. Suddenly blinded by the sun, she looked back, and, for a moment, swore that Mr. Sinclaire was staring at her- After a few blinks, he was simply lost in his thoughts. She had imagined that, right?

Nightfall came, and having reached a small city residing a few kilometres away from London, they’d be staying in an inn for the night, each with their rooms. Mr. Sinclaire was talking to the innkeeper as Eleanor and Briar chatted away.

“There must be another way, sir…”

“Sorry, sir, we only have one available. One of you will have to share room with other travellers.”

“I can do that!” Briar cried. Eleanor looked at her with panic.

“Briar, what are you doing?!” She whispered.

The innkeeper shrugged “You aren’t the first married couple that sleeps together. Here, ma’am, the last room on the right.”

“Thank you,” she smirked before looking back to her friend, winking at her. Eleanor felt her chest flush. Mr. Sinclaire cleared his throat as they were taken to their rooms: indeed, it was big enough for one of them and had a nice view of the local market. Mr. Sinclaire distracted himself with stroking a fire as Eleanor surveyed the room. It was nice enough, and the bed was big enough.

Having started the fire, he looked back “You can have the bed, I’m good on the couch.”

“I cannot ask you to do that!”

“A lady should never sleep on the couch. Should you need anything, tell me. I, ah, shall leave you some privacy to change.”

Then, he left, probably to get a glass of wine. Figuring that Briar was out, she had realised with both excitement and horror one thing: her riding dress had been fitted tight and Eleanor did not have the skills to undress herself “Wait!” She called. He whipped his head and looked at her “Could you… help me with some garments? I… have never undressed myself, I’m afraid.”

His face turned impossibly red as he cleared his throat “O-Of course, my lady.” He shut the door tight and Eleanor turned around. His fingers, though nervous, were not clumsy as she expected. Taking off her headwear, her hair fell down well until her inner thighs, and she could swear he admired the long, blonde locks before pulling it aside to undo her expensive jewellery. He then undid her stomacher, his hands feeling warm and secure. Then, her fore-sleeves… her front skirt… her kirtle… her embroidered cuffs… and her outer petticoats. He could see the back of her shoulders, the nape of her neck and he felt incredibly warm. He whispered in her ear “It should be easy to take off your stockings. I shall go behind there,” he signalled a divan “and ready myself. Feel free to fetch some wine.”

She tried to ignore his warm breath on her earlobe or his husky voice, or the ghost of his hand on her back. She gulped and nodded, disappearing behind a wooden curtain. As she called the staff for some Spanish wine, God seemed to be testing her further, for she spotted a small mirror that drew his figure perfectly, and indeed, he had a striking figure.

He took off his blue doublet, then his ruffs, only his shirt and hose showing, drawing his statue-like figure, and she gulped. She pretended to be waiting for the wine as he noticed he was being stared at.

“You seem flushed. Shall I turn off the fire?”

She stuttered; all the years of polite conversation suddenly gone. Then, he simply did as he said and Eleanor was embarrassed and cold. Perhaps wine would warm her, and get such sinful thoughts away.

As the glasses and the wine came, she was thankful to have an excuse not to think about it. Or she thought so. The more she drank, the more sinful thoughts came in. Her hands ravishing his curves, her hand stopping at his heart, his hands stroking her long hair…

“Very well, uh, I shall turn in! G-good night, sir.”

She then tucked herself in and faced the other way, her heart going at a quick rate. She closed her eyes, but as the fire died out and he seemed to settle on the sofa, a strong thud called her attention: he was on the floor, his hand on his forehead and the sofa in half now. She gasped, running towards him “Good Lord, are you alright?!” Her hands checking if he was bleeding.

“I’m alright, my lady, the only thing hurt is my ego.”

She exhaled from the nose “I shall inform the innkeeper. You stay here. No, no, get into the bed, I shall fetch them.”

“Eleanor—,” before he could comment on how improper it’d be, she called out.

“Help! Someone come! The sofa broke and my fiancé fell!”

In a few seconds, the maid was here and observed the wreck. She gasped “Oh dear, are you alright sir? Are you hurt?” She then called two servant boys who quickly took out the broken sofa. Many guests observed with either curiosity or amusement, wondering how the man had broken a sofa. She tried to focus and, as the detritus was taken away, she turned to Mr. Sinclaire. She observed that he was fine and sighed “What happened?”

He cleared his throat, clearly embarrassed “Ah, it seems I was too large for it.”

A few snickers could be heard, and despite her blush, she nodded “Well… it seems like we shall share the bed.”

“I’m fine on the floor—,”

“No,” she declared firmly “I shall not endanger you any longer. You will sleep with me so we both may make it safely to London.”

Realising what she had just said, her eyes went wide and looked away “Ah, by that, I mean—,”

“I—I get it, my lady,” the staff left, having cleared out the mess. Then, he murmured “I could never take such liberties with you, my lady.”

“They’re not liberties if I request them.”

She surprised herself with such daring words, and cleared again “That is, ah, for your wellbeing and good health in mind, of course.”

They both blushed and went onto the different corners of the bed, and lied as far away from the other as they could. Despite the respectful distance, she could smell his cologne: wood, wine and the linen from his clothes.

“Good night, my lady.”

“G-good night, sir.”

Each blowing out their candles, the room quieted with whirring tension. Neither of them seemed to sleep. Eleanor tried, but Mr. Sinclaire seemed on a quest to find the perfect position to sleep. She bit her tongue. A good wife was never complaining about the bed habits of her husband, despite not being technically wedded.

She closed her eyes, trying not to think of the feeling of his hands on her hair, or her clothes, how skilfully he took them off, his breath against her earlobe, how incredibly handsome he was even in his undergarments. Drifting off to sleep, she had been so tired by today’s happening that she did not notice how she moved to face the roof, or her hand laying on Mr. Sinclaire’s chest, or how cold the night turned.

Mr. Sinclaire had mixed feelings. He was both mortified and delighted out of Eleanor’s soft and warm touch. He had tried to sleep, but she seemed to move closer the deeper in her sleep she was. At one point, she murmured “Cold,” and seemed to move even closer, until her sleeping figure faced him: part of her long hair was on her face, and her lips seemed slightly parted, her breathing slowing and her chest slowly raising, her bosoms seemingly bigger by such position. He also noticed her forearms were cold and she had barely covered herself. He covered her quickly, taking off the hair from her face and trying to sleep. But he had such a vision, he couldn’t help but daydream about waking up with such a beautiful woman by his side. He fell asleep, enticed by her warmth and soft hand on his chest, and for once, slept through appropriate hours.

When the first rays of sunshine came, he woke up feeling warm and at peace. It almost seemed like a few years ago, and there was even the familiar blonde hair laying on his chest and sleeping peacefully in a nice and cozy bed. As he turned to see her, as in another dreams, familiarity was placed with horror: it wasn’t the woman he thought of at all, but Lady Eleanor, a small smile on her face as she slept on his chest.

He gasped audibly, quickly detangling himself from her, waking her up in the process. Trying to regain his breath, Eleanor was still groggy and asked “Did something happen, sir?”

He took a laboured breath and fixed his face “It seems that ah, we were both quite cold in the night.” He also tried not to look toward her shoulder, in which one piece of her chemise falling dangerously low to her bust. He quickly signalled and looked away as she fixed it, clearly blushing as much as he did.

“N-Nothing happened, right? J-just a harmless cuddle.”

He tried not to sizzle as she said that, but nodded “Yes, my lady. Just… that.”

She got out of bed, clearly waiting for her lady. He used the excuse to use the restroom, seeking some privacy to gather his thoughts.

After Eleanor had been properly dressed, he took his turn as the ladies took some simple breakfast and mentally prepared himself for the most awkward carriage ride of his life.

“Wait, are you saying that, overnight, your bodies had sought one another in a tender embrace?!” Briar gasped.

“Shhh!!” Eleanor shushed “And… apparently so.

She squealed, delighted by the juicy gossip “Look at yourself! Something tells me the wedding night will be successful!”

Eleanor blushed bright red, not wanting to think about that now “First, though, we’d need His Majesty’s consent. We are travelling to London for that, remember?”

Briar flashed a smirk “You need his permission to formally have coitus as a married woman. In the meantime, there are other ways to… get acquainted to one another,” she wiggled her eyebrows as Eleanor once again shushed her friend.

“For heaven’s sake, Briar, keep it down! Don’t you know where we are? One of these men could be courtiers, and our mission may be over if they overhear!” She whispered, mortified by how she seemed to scream her business. Some patrons were even staring at them curiously.

“Very well, my lady!” She giggled. Then, she cleared her throat as the man himself came and talked with the owner, paying him a rather generous sum and signalling the girls that the journey was once again afoot.

Eleanor got into the carriage herself, trying not to think of how warm and right he had felt. She hoped that she didn’t have any spies watching Eleanor closely. Trying to avoid talking to each other, their hands tight in their laps, she felt rather cold, and as they neared London, she grew aware that this was it. If they got their way, they’d be wed in a few weeks’ time and her plan would begin.

They had, at last, reached the royal residence and Mr. Sinclaire, aware of all eyes on him, stepped down first and offered his hand “Shall we, my lady?”

She took his hand, but something pushed her and she gasped. Before she could prepare for it, a pair of strong arms had caught her and steadied her. It was no less than Mr. Sinclaire, quick in his feet. Eleanor had realised that her gown was hanging low, having a daring but discreet decolletage that did not escape his eye, being dangerously close. Eleanor cleared her throat, putting once again distance between them. She could almost hear Briar giggling, happy with her plotting.

A royal page came to them and bowed “Greetings, good sir, my lady… The King shall see you tomorrow. Please, do enjoy your suites and the royal grounds in the meantime.”

They all nodded curtly before the page escorted them to their suites. Meanwhile, the highest ranking of English society gave them a good look. Indeed, Eleanor had dressed in the carefully prepared pink gown, standing out among the sore green, blue and ivory dresses.

She spotted the duke, his hand grazing a pretty lady’s hand, who respectfully bowed to the lady, and she gave her a curtly nod. He raised his cup in acknowledgement and she gave her another nod. He seemed to approach her, when a firm and familiar hand caught her forearm gently and whispered “Dear, we ought to go. There is much to do. We shall socialize at supper.”

She gave the duke an apologetic look, walking through the ornamented and beautiful halls of the palace as they reached said chambers, which were in front of the other. Eleanor had heard tales of promised couples sneaking at night and sharing certain touches and forbidden kisses to prepare themselves for the act, though Eleanor was not interested in such a thing, or so she told herself. She had to prepare her speech to convince the king. She had worked hard to be engaged to a nice man who wouldn’t chase after her when nightfall fell upon their wedding night, and she couldn’t blow it.

She looked around, and indeed, her bedroom was quite smaller, but still big enough for an earl’s daughter. She looked at her fiancé, who inspected everything “Why do you seem to despise the duke so? What is his sin?”

He stopped short, his eyes distant “Tis a tale for another day, my lady. You have enough on your plate. I’d hate to give you more trouble. I shall tell you, but not yet.”

She sighed, nodding “As you wish, sir.”

The couple took a deep bow, their knees almost touching the floor, their heads looking elsewhere as the royal couple took a good look at them. They both had their best clothes, bejewelled in the House of Tudor’s emblems.

“You may rise,” the king announced. Then, he turned to Mr. Sinclaire “Mr. Sinclaire, your family has served us since the times of William the Conqueror, being well-known for your intellect, unwavering loyalty and talent in politics. You are also quite the scholar, being one of the best educated men in my court. And, despite the rumours and talk about you, here you stand, willing to marry at the age of twenty to an earl’s daughter.”

“And Lady Eleanor,” the queen continued “your family, until later, was one of the most loyal to the crown, always standing by our side, that is until your father. He slandered me and played two sides, and today you are here paying your sin. You are young, beautiful, talented and well-educated. Why would you want to marry an esquire instead of, say, a duke?”

“My queen, I have been well aware all my life of this moment. I knew I was the coin exchanged to avoid being left fatherless. At first, marrying someone like Mr. Sinclaire was a burden, but… in these past years, we have come to an understanding. A mutual respect and affection towards one another. I may not know him well, but of all the men I have met, he and I are suited perfectly. Lands and titles are nothing if a union lacks such a thing.”

The king turned to Mr. Sinclaire “What do you have to say?”

“Your Grace, I heartily agree with Lady Eleanor. I have developed a strong affection for her, and despite our ranks being quite apart, our hearts are not. I will do anything in my power to make of Eleanor the happiest bride. As for the rumours, they are simply that. I have nothing to say to those who’d believe so quickly idle rumours. A wise ally shall do better than simply believe a man simply by idle gossip. You know that, having faced it with the queen.”

The king nodded, impressed by his words and looked over his wife. They both nodded, and the king announced “Well, if the two of you are truly willing, then I consent of this match. Before departing, I demand your presence to set a date. You may retire now.”

They both bowed deeply again, leaving while facing still the monarchs, and, after the door closed, Eleanor exhaled, relieved by it. She smiled over her fiancé “It seems like we shall be man and wife soon.”

He looked at her longingly and kissed her hand “Did you mean it, Eleanor?”

She blushed and nodded “Too much?”

“It was perfect. I am glad that we share certain… feelings.” An idea seemed to cross his mind and looked around “Would you like to retrieve a few sweets from the kitchen and take a stroll through the gardens? They are… quite lovely this time of the year, and I happen to know a spot.”

Eleanor was curious and didn’t want to face the court yet “Lead the way!”

The sun was shining, which was odd for English weather. Ernest led Eleanor through the leafy gardens, many flowers blooming in the faint sunlight. He picked a beautiful peony and placed it on her hair, and she smiled.

Then, he led her through a path that led uphill, and, in a few minutes, they were up and could see most of the gardens and the palace, and what was best: nobody was there. Eleanor admired the view “It’s beautiful, sir!”

“It truly is.”

She looked at him, noticing he had been staring at her all along, and blushed bright red. She gulped, not knowing what to do with such tender attentions. Still looking at the sunset, she cleared her throat “I’d like to thank you.”

“For what?”

“Your sweet words towards my person.”

He gave her an intense look “I spoke from the heart, my lady. Were my words shallow and made up, I do not think His Majesty would’ve consented.”

She looked down, at her hands, not knowing how to act around him knowing what she knew. He lifted her chin with his fingers and ran them through her lips “I know we did not ask for this but… I’d like to make this work nevertheless. I think that you and I share a connection, a feeling… I know we’ll make a fine marriage with time.”

Eleanor then remembered how he had kissed her that night, her breath shortening and her lips parting, suddenly wanting more. He seemed to catch her meaning, for he leaned over and, with watchful eyes that searched for any sign of her wanting to stop, he instead found her desiring it as much as he did. He first kissed her softly, careful not to spook her with his newfound passion for her. He gently placed his hands on her hips and cheek, drawing soothing circles to ease her initial nervousness. Then, her hands clumsily were on his hair, making him moan lowly of delight at such touch. Emboldening himself, he pressed her closer and intensified the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth. A hum of surprise and delight encouraged him, and soon fell a few hairpins falling. She, either by testing or accident, bit his lip, making him gasp “If you keep kissing me like that, Eleanor, I don’t think I will remain a gentleman. Tell me to get back to the castle before we do something we might regret.” He almost pleaded.

“As long as you kiss me like that on our wedding.” She challenged.

His chest rumbled with boyish amusement and his eyes twinkled “I shall note it down.”

At night, Eleanor rolled over her sheets, reminiscing the latest happenings of the week: the travel, the inn incident, the audience with the king, the kiss they shared… her fingers touched where his lips had been, her chest flushing and her heartbeat once again beating rapidly. Then, one small thud came from her window. It was a note from her.

Meet me in the hallway that leads to the servant’s doors. We must talk urgently.

Mother.

[telhanosolhos]

roo and lee

[east-river-burned]

WHY IS IT THAT WHENEVER I GET INTO/BACK INTO TDM, IT’S AFTER EVERYONE HAS ALREADY SETTLED DOWN??

PLEASE I NEED TO GO FERAL ABOUT THIS WITH SOMEONE.

[seeker-of-stories19]

Rubiam Wedding Headcannons

- Liam plans this romantic trip to Virginia Beach and plans to propose to her at sunset front of the ocean.

- Went over the plan a hundred times with Chubs and Cole.

- He’s in the middle of his speech when Ruby sees Cate pull up and runs over to say got to Jude and Zu.

- He just stands there all disappointed and annoyed with himself trailing after Ruby dejectedly and deciding to propose after dinner on the beach under the stars.

- When they walk back into the hotel room Cole picks Ruby up and spins her in circles and congratulates her on her engagement.

- “I’m so happy for you Gem! You’re going to make a beautiful bride!”

-Sees Liam gesturing wildly over Ruby shoulder and panics.

- “Bride my bride, what I mean to say is will you marry me? You see I’ve always been in love with you…”

- Liam is just giving him a death glare the whole time.

-Ruby ignores him and turns toward Lee in complete shock. She’s already crying when he gets down on one knee and pulls out a ring.

-She says yes obviously and everyone is thrilled.

- Liam asks Chubs to be his best man because “you proposed to my girlfriend Cole!”

- But it doesn’t really matter because Ruby asks Cole to be her maid of honor. He’s honored and he picks her up again and spins her around to annoy Liam.

- For months Liam tries to convince Ruby to trick Cole into thinking he had to wear a dress as payback.

- Ruby doesn’t agree but Vida does and she freaks Cole out.

- Cole plans the most badass bachelorette party for Ruby, Zu, Vida, and Sam. The evening includes cupcake decorating and a really expensive dinner. (Everything they never got to do in the camps)

- The morning of their wedding Cole goes to Liam and he thinks it’s to comfort him but then Cole sits down and tells him that he’ll kill him if he ever hurts Ruby.

- Then hugs him and leaves him standing there super confused.

- The ceremony is beautiful and Liam and Ruby both cry.

- They have the sweetest handwritten vows.

- Liam dances with Zu and Ruby dances with Cole and they both have an amazing evening.

- Everyone wishes them good luck when they leave for their honeymoon to Hawaii.

- It’s some of the best days of their lives.

[daysofb00ksandstarlight]

“My name,” I said between clenched teeth, “is Ruby.”

[rangergranger11]

TDM AU Headcanons

Ok I have tons of ideas about the tdm characters in high school.

- ‘Ruby straight A’s Daly’

-Liam would suck at sports but has so much enthusiasm he would be a school mascot, I will not back down from this opinion.

-Cole would be a jock and everyone loves him, and is best friends Ruby.

-Claire and Zu would be best friends, they would go everywhere together

-Chubs, would be neck and neck with Clancy for student body president, and would be super uptight.

-Vida would be a badass jock, like probably captain of 5 sport teams or smth

-Ruby loves to tutor kids and ends up tutoring Jude and Zu 

-Liam the first time he sees Ruby would be super nervous like, ‘Hey- I’m um, you’re- uh Ruby- nice eyes. 

-Ruby would giggle and blush and secretly love it

-Liam would start this nerdy band with Chubs called ‘Black Betty’ and print out 50 T shirts, and stuff them in random people’s lockers while Chubs has to apologise for his maniacal friend.

-Cole would drive a motorcycle to school every day, ngl

-Teachers getting mixed up with Cole and Liam ALL THE TIME.

-Chubs would start a hundred clubs like ‘paramedics club’ and ‘stitching taken seriously club’

-Chubs and Ruby would meet at a book club and would bond ever since.

-Clancy trying to flirt with Ruby who gets so annoyed and finally falls for Liam.

-Cole making fun of his best friend and his goofy little brother non stop.

-Vida and Chubs would shock the whole school. Vida would kiss him in front of everybody and not give a damn while Chubs is just standing there, getting so flustered

-Liam cheering for his best friend getting a girl and would say embarrassing stuff like ‘My Chubsie just moved up in the world!!’ 

[thedarkestcrew]

Black Betty PARENTS appreciation post bc why not

Ruby trying to explain how she sees brains to chubs' dad and he gets her a bunch of psychology textbooks because we know that nerd's father is a walking library.

And then them having hour long conversations about how brains works and certain experiments in the field

" so your telling me this one fella Harry Harlow raped monkeys.... to see if they needed their mothers love?" " that's correct." " ....the FUCK?!" " RUBY CAN I HAVE MY FATHER BACK! PLEASE"

Liam, his dad, and ruby's dad all making dad jokes after darkest legacy and cracking up over them while none of their kids think it's funny " to the man that stole the camouflage onesie in the wheel chair-" " -you can hid but you can't run!"

Chubs and Ruby's mom going on walks because everyone is stressing them out " mrs Daly I have a white hair look IM OLD AND IM GOING TO DIE YOUNG" and him exchanging recipes with grams to take to DC for Nico and Zu(I have a head cannon Nico gets nightmares and just started baking till cate wakes up to 80 brownies and has to walk him back to bed)

The all definitely have a monthly get together without their kids where

1. The dads argue about grilling and Liam burns something when it's his turn to watch it because he got distracted looking at Ruby

2. Someone's car almost always breaks down and Harry has to drive out and get them

3. The bakers AKA the moms (Grace, Susan , and Ruby) all try to one up each other in cooking because they're all insanely talented, everyone is definitely about to throw up after having "5 frickin plates of casserole"

Chubs's lawyer mom being so proud of everyone when they give a (not so)subtle fuck you to the government every now and than and gets them all ice cream after long government meetings while going over certain legal things with them

grams goes with them and actually sheds a cinimagic tear the first time she sees all three of them together calling politicians stupid. takes them out for diner and will unironicly call chubs and Liam her grandchildren( vida, nico, and zu too)

chubs mom makes sure Ruby knows her rights when the government tries to fuck her over(almost always)

Ruby's parents being used to her running off in the middle of the night so they're not too worried when she just disappears with only a little " be back later love ya" note

On the other hand grace just about faints the first time she hears this and yells at Liam for kid napping Ruby.

Ruby's mom was a history teacher so she loves "Hamilton" and will jam out to it in the car, grace loves singing to songs off key and with slightly wrong lyrics with Lee so any chance they get theyll be in the car together yelling "history has its eyes on youuuuuhuuhhh"

Please add on I love the gangs worried parents and their kids who will jump into danger with zero regard for their safety

[ithoughtthiswastwitterbutfr]

YOOOO

idk if most of y’all followed me thing but ik @eatyourdamnpears did but like 2 years ago I wrote a fanfic about Ruby and mental illness I found an half written chapter 2 should I finish it.

[bugieeeee]

The darkest minds is so good and super underrated and deserves a bigger fandom

[striped-space-shuttle]

“But instead of a confirming receipt, Chubs sent something else.  A photo of a frail figure with a shaved head, wrapped in blankets and sitting up in bed.  Her face was turned away from the phone’s camera as she looked out the window, the smallest hint of a smile on her face.  To anyone who had seen her photo in the papers on the news, she would have been unrecognizable.  But not to me.  

Ruby.”

[takecareofthingsboss]

“I still loved winter growing up; the cold didn’t bother me, because I knew that in the span of months, weeks, days, the season would change again. It’s easy to ride out the coldest of days with nothing more than that promise and the warmth of the people around you.”

[east-river-burned]

What do you think would have happened if Claire Stewart had survived iaan?

My first ask!! Sorry for taking so long <3

I feel like if that we’re the case, Liam would make her his number one priority while Cole would still have her as a priority, but more so like his relationship with Liam. The two brothers would definitely clash over what they think is right for her with Liam wanting to find somewhere safe (rip East River), and Cole would want her to join the League (though I could see him potentially letting Liam take her, if that’s what was safest).

My money’s on her being a blue. My reasoning is vibes and vibes alone.

She and Zu would be so close, it’s unbelievable. While this may cause some issues with the canon storyline in the sense that Zu bonded so closely with Ruby over the fact that there weren’t any other girls in her life, I feel like the three of them would still get REALLY close.

LIAM WOULD CALL CLAIRE AND RUBY HIS LADIES!!

THAT’S ALL I GOT FOR NOW BUT MAYBE MORE IN THE FUTURE??

[seeker-of-stories19]

Cole Stewart Quotes

- He knew it was wrong but wasn’t sorry.

- You never met a kid more interested in fire.

- Do I look as pretty as I feel?

- Little brother must be a good kisser.

- Damnit Gem, making me worry like that.

- Don’t tell anyone. Especially Lee.

- Sure brother, I got you covered.

- Don’t monsters breathe fire? Don’t they burn down kingdoms and countries?

- This is his anger, this is my dads rage.

- When Coles hurting, he doesn’t get soft- he gets angry

- I couldn’t even sleep at night.

- I used to think he was the kind of person who wasn’t afraid of anything, but he’s scared of his own shadow.

- You’re not a monster.

- You gotta stand up and walk, Gem. Not just for them, but for yourself. Come on, you have to walk out of here on your own two feet.

- Cole would have fought to the death, he would have fought until he flamed out completely.

- The smile he forced onto his face was actually painful to witness.

- The thing is… what they don’t tell you about forgiveness is this- you don’t give it for the other persons sake, but for your own.

- They don’t burn do they? Not like us.”

- I’ve got all the time in the world.

- “Take care of things Boss.” “Take care of him.”

- We owe it to him to finish what he started.

- I hate him for thinking that me and mom and Harry- any of these kids who basically worship the ground he walks on- would love him less.

- Already killing it this morning.

- Are you sure this isn’t a nightmare? And that we won’t just wake up?

- I don’t think I understood until tonight just how scared he was of you really seeing him.

- I get strong and I get fast so if I can’t fight the monsters off, at least I can run them out of my head for a little while.

- Half the time I feel it boiling me alive under my skin. It was like that even when I was a kid. It was like I was always standing too close to a fire and needed to just stick my hands in once, to see how hot it really was.

- Just like the shadows that passed in his eyes.

- I could teach you a thing or two about winning.

- Yeah, well, I decided to try running from my nightmares instead of diving into them headfirst.

-When he puts those shadows between you, it’s so cold. It’s so damn cold.

- I should have checked myself instead of acting like a monster.

- It feels like I’m always at the edge of it, and I can’t… I can’t step in, not without feeling so damn scared I’m going to ruin everything.

- We’ll have to figure out a way to stay one step ahead of our monsters.

-I underestimate it sometimes… you forget, because you function, and each time you get kicked down you manage to pick yourself up. But now, is starting to get harder, right?

[daysofb00ksandstarlight]

wouldn’t it be nice to live together in the kind of world where we belong?

[eatyourdamnpears]

this fandom really saw a girl with debilitating mental illness and intense self-hatred and said, “that’s her. that’s the character I’m going to base my entire personality off from now on,” and we all did that with our chests