Archives for the Date August 10th, 2018

Sam has said he is quite deliberate in his sm behaviour. I’m confused that the US Weekly article seemed to “de link” him from certain individuals, but he is now back to highlighting this person’s posts for his followers through his likes. I have never considered sm likes to reflect reality but his current approach seems to be an inconsistent message to me. Do you think there is any strategy here?

Friends but nothing more, still friendly even though article says they were no longer rumored to be linked. (Notice they never said dating in that article and neither did he-ever.)

It shows his behavior is consistent.  Friends before and friends after the dates noted in the article (implication-friends during).  In other words, he’s behaving as he always has even though the article was pretty explicit about what didn’t happen and what the new rumors are.  He likes lots of stuff from all his friends. A complete ignore might imply more than friends at one time, even though US Weekly shut that down.

The more I think about that article, it was expertly crafted in so many ways. Tip o’ the hat.

(I also think his PA is doing some of the likes.)

Babe, We Ain’t Kids No More (6/7)



(Yes, I added another chapter… this story is a monster, y’all)

AU after the engagement. One long night in London. nsfw. Go for it, lovely ones.

Fanfiction – Stealing Tomorrow (Epilogue)


Words fail to say how
much I appreciate everyone who invested in this fic, followed it until here,
left comments and asks, supported me and made me feel one lucky lady. I feel
only love for you all. <3

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Epilogue – Tomorrow is

Edinburgh, 13 years ago

“Close your eyes.” Jamie insisted, whispering
in her ear. “Dinna be a wee cheater, Sassenach. You’ll spoil the surprise.”

“I’m not cheating!” Claire declared, irritated.
“I’m just worried I’ll fall on my face, that’s all.”

“Don’t ye worry.” She could hear the obvious smile
in his voice. “I’d still love ye – even with a crocked nose.”

“How magnanimous of you.” She puffed, walking
slowly with the guidance of his hand on her arm. “Are we there yet?”

“Yes.” Jamie surprised her by kissing her lips
and then removing the blockage of her hands from her eyes. “Tell me what ye

They were standing in an empty apartment, the
big windows harnessing enough of the afternoon light to make the wood boards on
the floor look like decadent fields of gold.

“It’s very…” Claire licked her lips, looking
for an appropriate word to say, noticing his expectant demeanour. “Empty.”

“Ach.” He clicked his tongue and opened his
arms, a big grin forming on his lips. “That is only a matter of buying the
right furniture for it. But do ye like it?”

“I – yes.” She looked around, noticing the wide
kitchen bench and the freshly painted walls. “It’s lovely, really. But why are
we here?”

“Well,” Jamie hugged her by the waist and pressed
his forehead against hers, his voice sounding like the sheltering roar of the earth
underneath her feet. “I was hoping you could make it my home, if you married me.”


Edinburgh, 1 year in the future

“Lady Jane!” Joe thundered, as he saw her
striding next to a patient’s gurney, accompanying him to the recovery ward
after a long surgery. “I barely recognized you, girl! You look all tanned and sparkly.
How was Jamaica?”

“Hot.” Claire laughed, watching the corners of
his mouth twitch in a devilish grin. “I meant
the weather was very warm, you
naughty man.” Noticing that his smile didn’t fade away, but was only enhanced
by significant movements of his eyebrows that made him look like a crazy cartoon,
she smiled and conceded. “Well, that

“I had no doubt!” Her friend laughed openly, sounding
like an amused bear. “I have seen you with your Scot enough to know that, any
tropical storm in the area, was probably caused by you two going at it.”

“Oh, stop!” She playfully smacked him in the
arm, her cheeks throbbing with heat. “How is everything here?”

“Same old, same old.” Joe replied with a sudden
strange attempt at nonchalance. “You haven’t been at the nurses’ desk yet, have

“No.” Claire furrowed her brows. “I was a bit
late this morning because of…reasons,”
She ignored his smirk. “And went straight to the OR to the kidney transplant.
Shall I go there now?”

“No!” The man said vehemently, grabbing her
elbow and steering her towards the cafeteria. “I’m that hungry. Shall we go for
some dinner?”

“It’s three o’clock in the afternoon, Joe.”
Claire gave him a questioning look. “What are you trying to hide?”

“Nothing, LJ.” He shook his head, patting her
shoulder in a reassuring manner. “You know my stomach didn’t come with a
built-in clock. I’m more of a “eat whenever
you’re hungry”
type of guy.”

“What is in the nurses’ desk that you don’t
want me to see?” She halted and crossed her arms, offering him a disarming look,
suitable for young children misbehaving with their soup. “Spill it, Joe. We
both know I’ll find out soon enough.”

“Fine!” Joe threw his hands in the air in a
gesture of surrender. “I was just trying to spare you. But please, Lady Jane,
you need to keep it cool. I’m sure he had the best possible intentions…”

Before Joe was able to complete his sentence,
Claire was already sliding past him and marching in the direction of the nurses’
area. As soon as she became visible making a turn on the corridor, two nurses
jumped from their seats – they had been whispering with their heads together,
looking at something – and stood like two soldiers on a parade, their hands
hidden behind their backs, blushing madly.

“So,” Claire smiled pleasantly, taking off her
surgical cap and brushing the mad riot of curls, eager to finally be wild and
free after so much time in confinement, like eels on a barrel. “What is going
on here?”

“Doctor Fraser.” The younger nurse saluted her,
looking slightly out of breath. “So good to see you. How was your honeymoon?”

“Fine, Nurse Hawkins.” She nodded, tapping her
fingers on the counter in an evident display of impatience. Both nurses looked
at her hand like disciplined cats, fascinated by the repeated movement. “There
seems to be some kind of disturbance taking place here. I want to know what is
going on.”

“LJ…” Joe started, trying to block her vision
from the nurses. She gave him a look so dark and dangerous that he immediately retroceded
to her side.

“Let’s hear it.” Claire repeated, glancing at
the nurses under her lashes and placing all her imaginary coins on the beat of
Mary Hawkins breaking in seconds under pressure – too bad it was only the
casino of her mind, because it was a smashing jackpot.

“We were just looking at it, Doctor Fraser.”
Mary explained in a high pitched voice, slightly stammering. “We meant no
disrespect. It’s a beautiful work and such a good cause.”

“Give it to me!” She demanded, reaching out
with her open palm. Slowly but surely, Mary Hawkins delivered her the source of
all the ruckus.

It was a calendar commissioned by the Fire
Department, sold to raise funds for a new Burn Centre and to support the widows
and children of fallen firefighters. The calendar was illustrated with
photographs of gorgeous men in the corporation – and front and centre,
occupying almost two thirds of the cover, was James Fraser. He had been photographed
sitting in a chair of the headquarters, naked from the waist up, the suspenders
of his loose equipment trousers falling along his hips. His hair was tousled
and he looked like he had just arrived from a massive fire, finally relaxed and
at ease – except his eyes were playing with the camera, teasing of his secrets,
undoubtedly igniting other flames on the belly of any woman looking at it.

Claire said in excitement, her finger absentmindedly caressing his exposed
chest. “It’s finally out!”

“You knew about this?” Joe asked, gobsmacked. “That
your husband is featuring in a steamy calendar, which probably will be the
erotic fantasy of every female in the Edinburgh area?”

“Of course.” She raised a brow. “Who do you
think took the photo?”


“Hmmm. Don’t stop!” Claire moaned, her toes
curling in pleasure. “That is definitely the spot, Jamie. Keep going!”

“Hmpf.” Jamie snorted from the other extremity
of the bed, skilfully massaging the sole of her foot. “Yer wee noises are
making my cock ache, Sassenach. If it’s really yer foot ye want me to massage,
best ye stop.”

“Again?” She smiled lazily, watching as his
knuckles applied pressure on her battered points. “We did it this morning,
already. And twice last night.”

“It’s fortunate there’s not a limit to it,
then.” He bit her big toe making her yelp, as his hands went on to rub her
calf. “Even when I’m still inside ye, I’m already missing ye.”

“How many love letters did you receive today?”
Claire asked, nudging him with her free foot. “I’m expecting the mailman
already knows your name by heart.”

“They are more lust letters.” Jamie sighed, letting go of her leg and stretching
next to her in bed, playing with her curls. “About a dozen or so. Apparently
there is another man called James Fraser in this area who has been receiving
some by mistake – he is sixty and dinna understand why all of the sudden so many
women were sending him photos in their undergarments and making indignant
advances on him by mail.”

“Lucky man.” Claire laughed. “May your success serve
him well.”

“Ye ken what day is it today?” He stroked her small,
pointy, ear and temple, gluing their bodies together.

“I do.” She kissed the tip of his jaw, feeling
the small stubble prickling her lips like fresh grass. “Fourteen years ago we
were married for the first time.”  

“Aye.” He kissed her mouth, tasting her lower
lip, the pressure of his teeth just enough to make her moan against him. “I
have a wee present for ye.”

He retrieved a small package from his nightstand
and she unwrapped it, kissing him amidst the confusion of paper and ribbon. It
was a custom made blue surgical cap, clearly designed for her, with a
forget-me-not embroidered on the side and underneath it, printed after his own handwriting,
the words “Da mi basia mille”.

“It’s beautiful, Jamie.” She said in a husky
voice, a knot forming on her throat – it was always disarming to realize how
much he knew her and appreciated her. “I – I have something for you too.”
Claire added slowly.

“Aye?” He smiled, so tender and alight that her
body was immediately blazing just to see it. His eyes shone blue and knowing, with
a hint of mischief hidden in the deepest pools of blue sea.

“You know, don’t you?” Claire realized, their
noses almost touching – their eyes so close they could plunge into each other
without taking another breath. Slowly, like a dance learnt in another life and
scripted into their DNA for permanent remembrance, their hands entwined –
silver wedding rings meeting like titans clashing together.

“I know, mo
nighean donn
.” Jamie nodded and his hand came to rest solid and sure on her
stomach – cradling the tomorrow they had lost, fought to earn again and hoped
for with all their hearts.

queencersei: A happy Marilyn Monroe photographed by her great…


A happy Marilyn Monroe photographed by her great friend Sam Shaw 


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