#there are probably more points bur these were my main points of upsetness.

[cephelanthus]

how i would fix voltron (am angry again)

lance keeps the blue lion. what was up with all that 'ohhh the lion chooses jis pilot, need a bond, every pilot has a certain ESSENCE' that they just dropped in s3? bring that back. the blue i knew and loved wouldnt ditch lance just like that.

i wanna know what lances/the blue paladins essence is they never specified that in the first episodes. tell ya boi he needs to hear it.

keith can keep the red lion. he doesng need a leadership arc he sucks as team captain. hes not as obsessed with shiro either.

allura gets the black lion. she already is the leader!! she deserves it! also pink and black would look sick

shiro. actually i really liked his whole evil clone arc, but... my proposal is he stays dead. when he doed they were just like oh yeah lets revive him then and everything went back to normal except he didnt have a lion anymore and barely did anything thats appropriate for such a cool character. so i say: he stays dead. allura tries to rez him but fails. she only manages to keep his soul/spirit which black allows to stay in the... soul bond realm thingie. they can consort shiro within the mental link when they need to, and he gets along with the black lion and helps allura a little when she needs it

coran appreciation hours

lance appreciation hours

seriously lance needs an arc. he already was at 'what if im not good for anything and no one needs me', now he only needs two more episodes to develop and wrap that up and come to a conclusion and then feel better after some character development

seriously lance also needs a backstory arc. pidge got finding matt and finding her dad, hunk got shay, keith got his mom and the blades and shiro, but lance... didnt really get a proper storyline.

please give us a little more pidge and hunk content. theres six main characters they all need their screen time!!

not everything is about keith

lastly, PLEASE MAKE THE CHARACTERS JUST TALK TO EACH OTHER SOMETIMES

like SERIOUSLY when was the last time anyone had a casual conversation or was goofing around or talked about their emotions?? lance saying 'hey you should ditch me' and keith being 'haha what' wasnt very satisfying emotionallly and it was in season 3

lance doesnt end up with allura. seriously shes madr it clear before that she wasnt romantically interested, and that shit came out of nowhere just so lance could have something about him that matters since they forgot to give him character development

(remember the end when everyone got advice and helpful words and encouragement from the previous pilots? and lance just got 'haha take care of my daughter' instead of like. 'be your own person' or 'youre great' and all? im still salty)

make lotor less confusing. either make him betray them once and then get a redemption arc (because he and allura had a p cool dynamic and joint galra/altarian leaders would have been cool) OR make him try to win their trust once and then continue to be a shitty asshole. dont keep switching between the two.

just a few more episodes that care about the characters emotions instead of just politics and large scale battles

narti should have been treated better.

the other two should kiss.

also make everyone gay, and properly, not just in their backstory in a 0.1 background shot

.... at the same time i dont care about romance at all, so dont force it onto the characters

lance.

please let shiro have a break sometimes

yeah i'm mostly upset about lance.

he should have never been ditched by the blue lion that was when everything fell apart.

GIVE LANCE A PROPER ENDING YOU COWARDS. im fine with him staying with his family, thats adorable!! but it needs to come from somewhere! make him go trough a process and character development so the viewers can understand and appreciate his decision!

[jarofstyles]

yes yes! please continue the CEOrry! SO GOOD

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Harry never imagined himself in a situation like this.

Pining after women wasn’t something he did often. They usually threw themselves at him and he either had his fun for the night, or rejected them. He didn’t think too much of their feelings, or their interests. He didnt hang on to their words as they spoke and write notes into his personal journal about things she likes and dislikes.

The list so far?

Likes:

-orange cats

-caramel coffee

-the summer rain smell

-the colors pink and yellow

-quesadillas

-crochet tote bags

-silk eye masks

-thrift stores (especially with shop cats)

Dislikes:

-chocolate orange flavor combination

-overcast days

-bowler hats

-the mailman (unknown reason)

-popcorn kernels

-in n’ out (bad experience, apparently.

She was overtaking his own personal life. Being his assistant, of course she would be more prompt to being deeper than more employees. But he couldn’t help but pick out red ties more often because she complimented him in the color. She had gotten him a refrigerator magnet in Ocean City when she went for a girls weekend, and it was the sole magnet in the small water fridge in his office. She left traces of herself in his life that he couldn’t possibly ignore.

The most invasive and troublesome being his sex life.

He was getting to the point where he couldn’t get off without thinking about her. About her voice, her touch, the smell. His tiny, filthy and shameful snippets of when she leaned on his desk and he had caught a nice glimpse of breast, or the couple times she had bent over and given him an eyeful of her tiny panties and ass… how her dress would cling to her or the time she had accidentally soaked her white shirt with her water bottle and given him a view of her braless chest by accident…

Yeah. Every time he wrapped his hand around the thick shaft of his cock, it was a fantasy of her. The best orgasms so far in his life, only to be rudely awoken by the fact it was all fantasy. So what the fuck was it going to be like if he got his hands on her?

Y/N, unbeknownst to him was in the same boat. Smitten with his snarky comments, his thoughtfulness not many saw, and god, his beautiful face. It wasn’t lost on her that his gentleness was only to her. She had seen him yell too many times at other people and as soon as she would walk in, his tone would soften when directed at her. She got away with a lot more than others did and it did make people… talk.

They talked all about how she must have slept her way into the job. Placed bets on how long it would take her to get fired for not dropping to her knees fast enough. And while it wasn’t everyone, she did overhear it enough to make her upset. Hell, she wished she was getting dicked down by her boss, bur she wasn’t! And they still had all of the nerve to say it just because she had managed to stick around longer than the others. Understandable, Burt hurtful.

Harry was stuck, really. He knew that he either had to ignore it or make a move. But still, he was unclear about if she was actually into him- or if it was just wishful thinking. She was so kind to everyone, and he really wasn’t warm and fuzzy. His feelings were probably a bit more obvious, he thinks, and she hasn’t made a move. Was it because there was no reciprocation, or because they were at work?

He would need to figure it out.

“Y/N?” He called out to her desk which was outside of his. Another thing that had changed was his door staying open during the day more often. He liked to hear if anyone came up and was flirting with her, if he was being totally honest with himself. He had caught it a few times and that unholy possessiveness reared it’s ugly head. Plus, it made it easier to call to her.

Y/N perked up, standing up and striding towards his door. Upon his instruction of closing the door and coming closer, she did. Her mind went to mush though, because he looked…. So fucking good. With his hair slightly messed up for once, his white button up a bit tighter than normal around his biceps… she felt weak and dazed simply looking at him. His powerful aura was so, so sexy.

“I need help with a project after hours.” He was winging it. Completely and utterly winging it. “I’m redoing my den area in my home… and I’d like you to help me do it. You’ve got design experience, yes?” He crossed his arms, trying to not stare too hard at anything other than her face. It was hard.

“Oh- I’m, yes? But I’m not too good, I just make those Pinterest boards like I showed you? I was just planning and-“

“Good. I liked when you showed me them. My home is very boring. Sterile. And I would like some more… character.” In reality, it was just going to make him go insane even more at home. Seeing her in his living space. Things she picks out in his living room. It was so stupidly dangerous for their professional relationship considering how close Harry was to jumping her bones, but he wanted time away from the office to see if he was imagining her flirtations.

She was overwhelmed by the offer, but couldn’t say no. Not when it gave her an excuse to see him… in potentially casual clothes, and feeding her nosy imagination for his house. Plus, she loved to decorate. What could go wrong?

“O-okay, sure. When would you like me to be doing this?” Her voice raised in pitch, showing her nerves slightly. Adorable. He loved getting reactions out of her.

“Some hours during the weekends. You will be compensated and fed, of course. And I will be with you. We will do the shopping wherever you see fit. But you know me. I am very particular, so I wish to be involved in this process. The most I can be.”

Weekends. Alone with his assistant that he wanted to make his own so badly that he had to clench his fists to avoid grabbing at times. The assistant that had been the main star of his fantasies, the assistant that made his palms sweat and heart race.

He was interested in seeing how it turned out.

[quoteablebooks]

Genre: Science-Fiction, Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance

Rating: 3 out of 5 stars Summary: 

Quitting her husband's house and moving back in with her horrible family, Lady Maccon becomes the scandal of the London season in the third book of the NYT bestselling Parasol Protectorate series. Queen Victoria dismisses her from the Shadow Council, and the only person who can explain anything, Lord Akeldama, unexpectedly leaves town. To top it all off, Alexia is attacked by homicidal mechanical ladybugs, indicating, as only ladybugs can, the fact that all of London's vampires are now very much interested in seeing Alexia quite thoroughly dead. While Lord Maccon elects to get progressively more inebriated and Professor Lyall desperately tries to hold the Woolsey werewolf pack together, Alexia flees England for Italy in search of the mysterious Templars. Only they know enough about the preternatural to explain her increasingly inconvenient condition, but they may be worse than the vampires -- and they're armed with pesto.

BLAMELESS is the third book of the Parasol Protectorate series: a comedy of manners set in Victorian London, full of werewolves, vampires, dirigibles, and tea-drinking.

*Opinions*

This third book in the Parasole Protectorate Series picks up only a couple of weeks after the shocking ending of Changeless. Alexia Maccon is back with her frustrating mother and sisters, thrown out by her husband, and Queen Victoria has removed her from the Shadow Council. All of her prospects are gone and now all of London knows that she is in the family way, including the supernatural set. It doesn’t take long for individuals to try and kill Alexia and without the protection of the Woosley pack, her only choice is to flee London with the enigmatic Madame Lefoux and Floote. However, while Alexia is hoping that the Templars will give her answers to shove in her husband’s face, she might have jumped right out of the frying pan and into the fire. After the ending of Changeless, I wasn’t sure where Carriger was going to take Alexia’s story given the very serious situation she had been placed in. Now I have read ten of Carriger’s books, novellas, and stories by now so I should have trusted her, but I was waiting for this series to let me down because I had been enjoying it so much. Changeless did not disappoint and while I did have some issues in the story, it was still a very fun tale and we see more of this world that Carriger had weaved between supernatural and science. Even though Alexia is in a lot of uncomfortable situations throughout the novel, it never loses its jovial nature and Alexia never lets herself become a moping mess, even if she had every right, which I appreciate. One of the things that I noticed is that while this story follows Alexia and she is the catalyst for the plot, it is also Professor Lyall’s story as he carries a good deal of the narrative back in London attempting to keep the Woosley pack, BUR offices, and his Alpha in order. As it takes me a long time to read books these days, I use my reading updates to help jog my memory while writing reviews, and so many of my updates were in praise of the poor Beta werewolf. Professor Lyall has always been one of my favorite characters in the series, but this novel really gave him more depth and let the reader understand how much strength that he has without making it obvious of Lord Maccon. Professor Lyall is compassionate, smart, and willing to do the dirty work needed to keep his pack and London safe. The man very much deserves tenure at this point, give the poor werewolf a break. I also very much want him and Lord Akeldama to be friends, which maybe Biffy will be a bridge to. Actually, all the supporting characters, including those that are not allied to Alexia, were interesting and felt real and unique. While at times Madame Lefoux was less than subtle in her flirting, to the point it felt a little uncomfortable, she is complex and obsessive in her scientific pursuits even if it causes issues. Her perfect foil in this novel was Monsieur Lange-Wilsdorf who is also interesting in his obsession and his choice of a pet companion. Floote continues to be interesting and give insight into Alexia’s father who is a constant presence throughout this novel, even more so than in previous novels. The information that we got about the Templars through Floote, who knows a good deal about them, also helped flushed out the world. Interestingly, my love for Alexia was not as high as it had been in the previous books. In Changeless, I was happy that Alexia had more power and agency to move in her universe because she was now married and a peer of the realm. In Blameless Alexia is moving through the world a lot in this novel with her band of protectors, but it seems more like Alexia didn’t have a choice in this as much as she keeps getting attacked to move the plot along. Her agency was stripped away a bit in the name of self-preservation. In the middle of this book is just Alexia showing up somewhere, asking questions, didn’t get any answers, was attacked or forced out, and then repeat. This novel was just a little too fast-paced and I would have loved to spend more time in France, which seemed to be a nice middle ground between the acceptance in the United Kingdom and the religious fervor in Italy. The biggest issue I have in this novel, however, is how Alexia and Lord Maccon finally address the elephant in the room, namely his treatment of her when he found out she was pregnant. This is an issue because it isn’t addressed at all while it was the main emotional point moving the story along. Now I am not saying that I wanted them to have a long heart-felt discussion on the page because that is not who these characters are and it doesn’t fit the tone of the novels. However, for the entire conclusion of that arc to be Alexia comically yelling at Lord Maccon, demanding materialistic objects, and then they have sex in a barn fell a little flat for me. Given the gravity of the end of Changeless and how upset Alexia was, it seemed to cheapen that moment in their story as all is forgiven in about five pages if that. I know that these aren’t supposed to be serious books, but the end of Changeless was a very serious tone and I would have liked the make-up to be given the same amount of gravity. Overall, I still love this series and Alexia is still one of my favorite characters, but out of the three novels, this is probably my least favorite. A fast-paced, sometimes too fast-paced, read that was extremely fun but didn’t hit all the points in my opinion. Now, I am going to continue the series and still enjoyed this book, but everything just went by way too fast.   

[dopescotlandwarrior]

West Bound

Claire Beauchamp is leaving Boston and moving her surgical practice and horses to Arizona. Jamie Fraser is a world-class champion who leads Claire back to a passion she gave up when the wrong man said I love you. Trouble finds Claire in the cut-throat, competitive sport of the equestrian but she has Jamie, Angus, and Rupert behind her.

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Chapter One

Driving across the country alone can be daunting, especially if you are a young woman alone, pulling two horses. When Claire decided to escape Boston and move out west she planned meticulously, analyzed her vehicle and trailer options, and found the most suitable barn once she arrived. She sold her brownstone fully furnished. The only possessions going with her were her clothes, tack, and horses. She also purchased a new cowboy hat and a new pair of sexy sunglasses. She looked at her tight jeans and western shirt, put her hat and glasses on, and decided by the time she reached Arizona they would feel like a second skin. She still had trouble walking in anything less than a three-inch heel but that would come with practice.

Yesterday she turned the keys of her surgical practice over to the new owners without a second thought. Same with closing on her home last week for a cool 1.8 million cash. There was no sentimental pull or sadness. She felt utterly detached from her home of twenty-five years. Whatever made her feel so cold inside she hoped would be cured in Arizona. The last item on her list was to load the horses and get on the road. It was four o’clock in the morning.

Claire carried her grooming and wrapping bucket into the first stall and was greeted with a horse hug from Fred. She paused and hugged him coo’ing about their adventure. Fifteen minutes later she got the same hug from Ginger and got busy brushing, braiding, and wrapping tail and legs. “Don’t you two look fancy!” She led Fred to the trailer and walked him up the ramp and snapped him in. He was overjoyed at the heap of hay in the feeder and started eating. Next came Ginger up the ramp, a little more nervous but Claire was gentle and reassuring. With everything stowed Claire pulled out of the stables for the last time.

She loved this truck, a full-sized Ram with a matching trailer. The luxury interior package included ergonomic seats, blue tooth in the steering wheel, navigation, rear video, interior trailer video, and a bunch of stuff she had not found yet. All on voice command. “Change to interior video.” Claire watched Fred and Ginger munch on their breakfast. “You guys look happy. Here we go.”

She would drive for twelve hours stopping for 30 minutes to let the horses out at mid-day. She had reservations for each night at a B&B that also rented stalls and came recommended by her equestrian association for safety. Fred and Ginger were very special horses that were trained for therapy. Chosen for their docile and loving nature they were among the first group of horses trained at the equestrian therapeutics Institute. “And I’m taking them to Arizona,” she said with a giggle.

Claire had romanticized the first sunrise of her new life seeing the light coming up on a sleeping city as she barreled down the freeway. Reality is sometimes disappointing as commuters swarmed her on all four sides making her head whip between her mirrors and the video trying to negotiate each lane change. She saw her exit coming up fast and had two death-defying lanes to cross and no friendly commuters to allow her to move over. She was covered in sweat but made the exit and took a deep calming breath. “Holy shit.”

The drive became much easier once she was out of commuter traffic. She set the cruise control, popped in a CD and opened her window. “interior video,” all she saw was horse teeth as Ginger was tasting the little camera above her head. “What a goofball.”

Claire gripped the steering wheel when she pulled into the B&B. She was so tired she almost fell out of the truck when the door opened. She hurried to register and get the horses out of the trailer. It was a beautiful property with ample outdoor lighting. The owners offered her use of the arena and Claire was grateful. Once both were inside she closed the gate and clapped her hands sending them both speeding, bucking, and snorting around the large arena. Claire laughed at the high tails and swinging heads, pure horse happiness after a long stressful day. Ginger loped up to her and spread frothy goobers down her face. “Ew, Jesus Ginger!”

Once Fred and Ginger were safe in their stalls with food and water Claire got to her room, grabbed a robe and towel and headed for a hot shower. The soap smelled heavenly, the water was soft and Claire started to relax. Then the lights went out and the water turned ice cold. She shrieked trying to find the faucets in the dark to turn the water off. Groping for the towel, then her robe, then the door handle. She saw little emergency lights along the hall. Thank God she thought as she shivered down the hall looking for her room. She bumped into the manager in the hall and he used a flashlight to help her find her room. He pointed to a battery-operated light on the desk and she had enough light to find the bed. Fatigue pulled her to a blissfully dreamless sleep. At three o’clock in the morning, the power came back on and her room lit up with multiple lamps. She turned them off quickly and jumped back in bed squeezing her eyes shut and waiting. “Damn it! I really need a few more hours,” she whined.

The safety locks snapped down on the trailer doors, horses were brushed and re-wrapped and the Dodge roared to life. Claire was tired but anxious to put another two states behind her. She had one hour of unimpeded travel before the swarms of commuters came from all directions. Traffic slowed to a crawl for ten miles and finally opened up for normal speeds. She set the cruise, turned up the music, opened her window and felt the first pang of…what? Loneliness, sadness, loss, yearning? She couldn’t decide so she turned the music up louder, checked the video, and pushed the petal. Why not? She never had a speeding ticket in her twenty-five years. She was due. She set the cruise at 75 and sang to the music. She felt absolutely wicked speeding down the highway and hadn’t noticed the speed limit postings were 75 MPH.

Another B&B, another early rise to load the horses and another long highway stretched before her. She saw the signs to Phoenix on the fourth day and let out a whoop! Followed by Fred kicking the trailer sides in protest. She turned the interior video on and blew kisses to her favorite couple. “We are almost home you guys!”

Mid-afternoon she followed the exit to Mesa and headed East. Traffic was light and she looked at the buildings along the highway. She wondered if she would travel this highway a lot in the future. She flew through Mesa and finally saw her exit to Ironwood Drive. Her navigation turned her North for seven miles. She was so ready to put the horses up in their new home and then find a hotel for the night. This was the only night she didn’t prebook because she could easily find lodging for herself. She decided to find something with a huge bathtub and a full room service menu. She couldn’t wait.

She drove into the foothills and gasped at the sight in the rearview mirror. The valley floor spread out beneath her and she wondered what that must look like at night. There was desert all around her, exotic and beautiful. Tall Saguaro cactus loomed above her showing two and three arms raised in greeting she thought. Her heart was pounding as she turned into Fraser Equestrian. The place took her breath away and she stopped to just look at the multiple paddocks and pastures, deep green against the desert brown. New foals were sticking close to their mothers, and horses in the adjoining pen straining to see and smell. She pulled up the long drive and pulled next to the main barn. It was white with forest green trim and she counted twenty stall doors along one side with horses peering out half doors to look at her. It was glorious and a fitting home for Fred and Ginger.

“Good afternoon!” Claire turned to see two men walking toward her. They offered their hand to her and she shook them smiling.

“I am Claire Beauchamp, I have rented two stalls for my guys here.” They looked at the two rumps in the trailer and smiled.

“I’m Rupert and this is Angus. C’mon lets see where Jaime has put ya.” Claire followed. She spoke to Jaime Fraser on the phone from Boston and thought him friendly but a bit aloof. The bur from these two men sounded like him, so they were probably from the same area of Scotland. They walked the length of the barn without finding Jaime. The large board near the office had her name on two stalls where she was escorted.

“No, this is not what we agreed to! I rented two stalls that had doors to the outside, not interior stalls, and they have to be together.” Claire was overtired and getting upset. She wanted to be friendly but she just didn’t have it in her. Rupert suggested putting the horses up for the night and Jaime would figure it out tomorrow. Claire was too tired to argue and went to fetch Fred and Ginger from the trailer. Rupert watched her walk away with interest. He whistled low, appreciating the tight jeans, long legs, and champion ass.

“Can I help ye lass?” Claire gratefully accepted Rupert’s offer to lead Ginger to her stall.

“We can feed them tonight, what do they get?” Claire eased Fred down the ramp.

“They both get two flakes and a scoop of grain” she called. Rupert walked in a zigzag and noticed Ginger’s nose stayed three inches from his right shoulder. “Yer a good lassie, aye?”

When Claire walked Fred into his stall there was already grain and hay waiting for him. She leaned against him and dropped her head on his back. He moved into her and waited like he would with a child or challenged adult.

“I love you, Fred.”

Claire pulled out of the equestrian center and asked Siri for the closest hotel. The fourth motel Siri directed her to was as run down and frightening as the first three. Her fatigue was mounting and she did not know what to do. It was late and she just couldn’t drive anymore. She headed back to the center and curled up in the corner of Fred’s stall with a blanket. The wood chips smelled new and she was out in seconds. She dreamed of dancing with him in his shiny shoes and impeccable suit. He expertly twirled her around the dance floor. She felt graceful and adored, with her skirt flowed up her legs as he spun her.

“Hey!”

Claire’s head snapped up and she saw Fred startle at the loud noise. She tried to focus at the man coming into Fred’s stall.

“C’mon lass, this is no place to sleep, for a human anyway. Are ye doctor Beauchamp?”

Claire shook her head and blinked hard. Too many nights with little sleep made her groggy and weak. She stood up holding her blanket in front of her. She looked like a scared little girl and her first step pitched her forward landing in strong warm arms. She looked up at the face attached to those arms. “Wow,” came as a whisper followed by her hand clamped tight against her mouth.

“I, I’m sorry, yes I’m Dr. Beauchamp and this is Fred who is my horse and I couldn’t find a suitable hotel and Fred said I could bunk with him tonight.” Her last sentence was an effort to speak and she looked back at the corner she slept in and started moving toward it. Those annoying arms stopped her and she looked at him sharply.

“Alright lass, ye sleepin on my couch tonight.” He pulled her along and closed the stall taking her blanket. He stopped to make a note on the board and Claire sunk into a corner and closed her eyes. She was asleep before he turned around.

“Wait just a second lass, ye canna sleep there either.” He pulled Claire to her feet among strong protests and guided her out of the barn and into his golf cart.

“I’ll have ye wrapped and snug in two minutes Dr. Beauchamp.” He drove toward the house and felt her head come down on his shoulder. She was unconscious and Jaime chuckled.

“You musta left Boston with the devil chasin ye lass.” The house was set away from the center on a beautiful lawn of green grass with lights along the tiered walkway. He lifted Claire against his chest and carried her into the house. He pulled the blanket up to her chin and she snuggled down into it. “Thank you, mister, um, mister.” Jaime smiled at her. Noticing her long black hair tangled into her fingers he pulled her hand away and gently pulled the hair out.

“Well then, you’re a beautiful girl doctor Beauchamp, alone in the Arizona desert. What has someone done to make ye run so far?” Jaime estimated her sleep deprivation would keep her down at least until he woke up with the dawn. He climbed the wide circular staircase pulling off his shirt as he walked into his bathroom. He stripped the rest of the way and turned the knobs that shot warm water out of three heads. He stood still and let the hot water release his muscles and back. He thought about that beautiful face asleep on his couch. A doctor from Boston. He was very intrigued. He slipped into sweats and a t-shirt and stood at the railing of his upstairs loft looking down at her. He eventually dropped his body into his king-sized bed and barely threw the quilt up before he passed out.

Claire’s eyes popped open at five o’clock in the morning. Her surroundings confused her at first and then she remembered the owner catching her asleep in Fred’s stall. “I am an idiot,” she said quietly. She folded the extra blanket and pulled out a note pad from her purse to say thank you. Then she crept quietly to the door to slip out but the open door tripped the alarm bells which were loud enough to wake the dead, and Fraser, who flew down the stairs and punched in the code for quiet.

“Jesus H Roosevelt Christ! I am so sorry Mr. Fraser, I didn’t think, I didn’t want, …” Claire hoped she would evaporate in her misery but she was still there. She just looked down and shook her head.

Jaime took the opportunity to notice her long legs, long arms, and long hair, then looked up to her eyes as she lifted her head. He was stuck and staring at the most gorgeous eyes he had ever seen. They were the color of good whiskey and rimmed with dark brown making them look beautiful and exotic. He recovered quickly and tried to make Claire feel better.

“Tis fine lass had to get up now anyway. Would you like some coffee before you leave?” Take the coffee, please, he thought. I like lookin at ye and yer too rattled to drive.

“Another time perhaps, I’m sorry about the alarm and thank you for the rescue last night. Goodbye, Mr. Fraser.”

Jaime chuckled, at the slamming door. He watched her run for the barn and admired the backside of her not seen before. Her application to rent two stalls described her horses as therapeutic and gave impressive training credentials. It would be a pleasant change to have a nice lady doctor with docile horses for a change. He was sick of the cut-throat competition equestrians inspired, including his girlfriend. He picked up his cell phone. “Laoghaire my darlin where ye been? Ye have a show this weekend and ye horse needs some work. Call me.” He dropped the phone thinking about his blonde lass with cherry cheeks and a body to stop a mack truck. Put her in a tight riding jacket and the judges soon forget why they were there. It’s a good thing, she hasn’t been able to ride out of a paper bag lately.

[imaginethoseguys]

Hi! Can I have separate headcanons for Suga, Semi Eita, and Daichi where they take their girlfriend to prom? how they spend the night, if they have matching attire, etc.? (First time submitting so sorry if this is too detailed or such)

I am soo sorry for the delay! I moved recently and internet was being a bitch. I hope you enjoy this!The request was great! With the help of some great tumblr peeps I did my research on prom, so I hope I got everything right and it’s okay!I have this problem with HC’s, if I try making them short, I start to feel that I am not doing enough, and end up overdoing them, lol. Anyway, I shut up nowHope you enjoy these headcannons, anon!

Sugawara Koushi

Okay, so, Ihave this thought that he wouldn’t actually be taking his ‘girlfriend’ to prom.It would be his good girl friend (at that point) and it just happened to bethat both of them didn’t have anyone to go with, so they decided to go witheach other.

There is nofancy stuff, no big preparations. However, Suga sneakily finds out what coloris her dress and buys a matching corsage to it. She is in awe at his gesture. Herdress is light blue with lace top. It is not over the top fancy, like of manyother girls, because she still feels a bit down about the whole thing.

Suga cheersher up though and in the end, she is not that upset.

Because sheasked for everything not to be over the top, Suga takes her to the prom on hiscar.

They spendfirst few minutes adjusting to the fact that everyone around them are in pairs.It doesn’t last long and soon they are already having fun and mocking peoplequietly.

But then,here come Nishinoya and Tanaka.

“I knewSuga would do it! So manly!”

She doesn’tunderstand. Noya elaborates.

“You know,confessing before prom and coming together.”

The girlis in shock. Suga, who was coming back with punch, stops halfway behind her.Noya looks at them confused. “Right?”

Tanaka isthe first to realize what happened and, mumbling an apology, drags Noya away.

And thenthere is the awkward part, where Suga explains that yes, he does have feelings for her and he planned on confessing and asking her out. But he was afraid shewould say no, and in the end she looked so upset he decided that she needed afriend more than a love confession. Yet, here it is.

Before Sugafinishes his “It’s okay if you decline, I didn’t want to ruin the party for you”,she pulls him by his collar and kisses him. She returns her feelings, tellingthat she really waited for him to ask her out to prom. They both laugh abouthow stupid they are.

They leave the prom early to watch the stars,talk and finally have a first date they both wanted so badly.

Sawamura Daichi

They have been dating for some time and Sawa actually neverreally asked her out to prom.

They were lying together on his bed,her head on his knees, occupied with books and phones, when he suddenly askedher: “will you go to prom with me?”

“What? Daichi, I’m your girlfriend,of course I will to prom with you! Why are you even asking?”

“Well, I just thought I have to ask.To be official, you know.”

With their attitudes, they are likeMom and Dad of the volleyball team and their partners. They spend more timegiving advice to others, then preparing themselves.

I’m thinking GOLD AND RED. Her dressis decorated with golden patterns. Sawamura buys a matching red corsage withgolden ribbons for her and a red bowtie for him.

First part of the evening they spendwatching over others and preventing any trouble from happening.

It lasts until Ennoshita and Suga comeup to them and say that everyone will be fine and they should relax and havefun. It’s prom after all.

The couple sighs in relief and spendsthe other part of the night dancing and enjoying themselves.

What they didn’t know is thatvolleyballers sabotaged the entire school to vote for them as the King andQueen of the prom. When their names are announced from the stage, they don’t evenmove at first. What is this, a prank or something? There’s no way they wereactually elected.

After a few seconds of shock, theyget on the stage and receive the crowns. Daichi doesn’t know how to react. Whenhe glances at his girlfriend he sees, that she might faint any second.

“This isn’t real. This can’t be real.I don’t deserve this crown. What is going on?”

“You are amazing,” he says, smilingsoftly. “And you look stunning. You deserve every single piece of this crown.”

“Daichi,” she whispers, feeling hereyes tear up, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, my queen.”

“That was… extremely cheesy.”

“Hey!”

Semi Eita

 Fun fact - Semi’s girlfriend is from a different school, so when he arrivedwith her - everyone was in shock.

“Semisemi, you never said you had a girlfriend!”

 “Well, you never asked.”

 He actually did the promposal. He came to her school before the end of herclasses with a “Me + You = Prom?” poster and just stood at the entrance,so he was the first thing she saw when she went out of the main door.

She was on the edge of giggling and crying, and her friends even asked herif she was okay.

She was more than okay.

She ran into his embrace, burring her face in his chest.

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“Well, I needed to ask you out, right?”

“Your poster makes no sense.”

“Shut up! Will you come with me or not?”

“Of course I will!”

Matching pastel pink theme. She wears a cute dress with a fluffy skirt anda fitting top, and he - a matching tie.

Oh, what a corsage he bought her. Also pastel pink, with little ribbons andadditional tiny white boutons.

She kept asking him how did he buy such a fitting corsage. He kept sayingthat he just bought the one he thought she’d like. (Truth is, his mother helpedhim, but he’ll never tell his girlfriend about it)

They met up with the other guys from his team and went to prom together.

But of course on the party itself they quickly left the company to spendtime alone.

They just danced and enjoyed each other. Because they are in differentschools, they don’t see each other as much. Semi turned out to be pretty good at slowdance. She teased him a few times about taking the prom thing so seriously. He blushed like hell.

They would probably end up sitting somewhere in the hall, talking, laughingand making summer plans. She took her heels off, he took his tie and jacket off and probably rests his head on her lap.

“You sure you don’t want to go back inside?”

“Well, prom is about enjoying the moment, right? I very much do right now.”