hey, do you think you're going back to your fics on ff.net in the near future? they're all really great so I was wondering what'll happen to them
Hi darling!
The answer is absolutely yes. TFOM will get finished; I ended up re-planning the whole ending, since I noticed I was kind of just…hm…doing unnecessary things. So instead of 8 more chapters, it’s less. This, I assure you, is a good thing.
The fics on hiatus should get finished eventually too, but timelines are hard to pinpoint. The spy fic should continue next year. The thief fic…harder to say. I really screwed myself on that one lol. I’m also just debating whether I do a whole re-write…
It had been a fairly normal night for Tom, still unwinding from the whirlwind few months he’d had. Between the Endgame excitement, reshoots for Chaos Walking and press as well as the premiere of Far From Home he’d become rather exhausted. It was nice to sit around and do nothing, knowing that soon he’d be onto doing press or something along those lines for his next film. Still, he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
His eyebrows furrowed once his phone went off with a text message from Zendaya, her texts left him a bit concerned but excited to see his friend. Even though they had spent quite a lot of time together this past year, he’d never turn down an opportunity to see Zendaya, especially when it seemed like she needed someone to talk to. Once she had sent him the text confirming her arrival, Tom carefully ushered Tessa off his lap before making his way downstairs, opening up the door and offering her a soft smile. “Hey.” he greeted, trying not to look too into the sad look in her eyes as he moved out of the way to let her inside.
@kkruml and @missclairebelle thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for all you do!
“Where are the boys?” My best friend asked as she threw her red hair up into a bun.
“They went to buy some beer for tonight and I think some more whisky.” I answered, reaching for a serving bowl in a cabinet.
“Alright… I ken yer hiding something from me. Out wi’ it, Claire.” Geillis sat on the counter as I emptied the bag of chips into the bowl.
“For the umpteenth time, it’s nothing.” I said aggravated. I turned and stared at her, crumpling the empty bag into a ball.
“Yer lying. I ken ye Claire. Just spill.” Geillis reached across me and took a chip and placed it in her mouth, smirking at me.
“Ugh.” I humphed, reaching into the bowl and taking my own handful of chips. “Frank asked me to move in with him.”
I leaned against the countertop, my elbow brushing my friend’s knee. She nudged me in my side and let out a chuckle.
“Ah, finally we get to the truth.”
“Yup.” I answered- almost emotionless, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I kept my eyes closed and heard another giggle escape Geillis’ petite frame.
“How do ye feel about it?”
“How am I supposed to feel about it?”
“Weel,” Geillis started as I opened my eyes to the plop of her feet as she jumped off the counter. “Yer either ready or yer no’, ‘tis as simple as that, I suppose.”
She turned to face me and I felt the temperature in my cheeks rise, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Yer mulling over it. Means ye havena given Frank an answer yet. Means there’s something keeping ye from saying yes or no.”
I took the last chip from my hand and placed it in my mouth, chewing slowly, and narrowing my eyes at her. I swallowed the last bit, and then quirked my brows at her. “I have my lease here- for another year, I just signed my renewal. Plus it’s only been a few months… I don’t know if I am ready.”
“Sure.” Geillis laughed, reaching for the bowl just to my left. “There’s also Jamie to think of.”
She winked at me and turned on her heel, walking out of the kitchen.
I followed closely behind placing a hand on her shoulder and turning her attention back to me as we entered the hallway. “Jamie has nothing to do with it.”
“Are ye so sure, Claire?” Geillis started, but we were stopped as we heard a knock on the door and Ian bellowing a song from the hallway, “I think he has everything to do wi’ it, and ye ken exactly what I mean.”
“I…” I was interrupted again by knock on the door and truly unsure of what she was referring too.
I could hear Ian’s loud voice through the wood paneling. “If ye dinna open it, I am breaking in!”
The doorknob turned and I was greeted by 3 large males chanting in unison, “Game night, game night, game night!”
“King of spades,” Ian nearly screamed at Jamie, and threw a pretzel bite at him. “Means ye drink!”
“I have already shot gunned 3 beers. It’s yer turn…. ‘Tis a team game!” Jamie slammed his hands down on the table. “For Christ’s sake, Ian, yer letting the ladies win!”
“I am not!” Ian laughed as he opened a beer and slid it down the table to Jamie. “Drink.”
“Cards, please.” I chimed in, reaching for the remainder of everyone’s cards. “My turn to shuffle.”
John and Ian handed me their cards, followed by Geillis.
I looked across the coffee table to find Jamie’s eyes content and solid on mine. I could feel the tips of my ears burning pink. I smiled to myself- or to him subconsciously- and rolled my eyes. “You’re such a drama king. It’s game night, you know the rules: If you’re left with the king of spades, you drink.”
John rolled out a belly laugh and passed Jamie another beer, “You also know that if a person in the game has to explain the rules, you drink. That’s two beers, Fraser.”
“Weel Sassnach, ye ken the rule yerself. If said person speaks the rule to another player, that means ruler sayer must drink as well. Bottoms up.”
Ian and Geillis laughed as I reached across the table for the beer John was sliding my direction.
“And ye know the third part of that rule, ye both do, that when two people drink, everyone involved in the hand has to take a shot.” Geillis said, reaching for the whisky in the middle of the table.
“SHOTS!” John yelled as Geillis poured us another round.
“Slainte, Sassenach.” Jamie said, as he tipped his glass towards me. His blue eyes gleamed as he studied me, like he was trying to read my thoughts. Through the haze of alcohol, I felt a heightened awareness of just how hard he was staring at me and swallowed hard.“Ye might regret introducing us all to the game.”
“Never.” I smiled and winked at him, throwing my shot back.
“That’s how you do it!” John said as he gave Jamie a small punch on his bicep.“Claire showing you how it’s done. And I thought Scots could drink.”
“We can.” Jamie answered sternly and took his shot and slammed his glass down on the table. I flickered my attention towards him as he glanced from John back over to me. His eyes locked with mine once more, and lingered on me for a moment that was not to be considered socially acceptable.
John elbowed Jamie in his side, bringing Jamie’s attention back to reality. “But Scots also knew the English were trouble, and here I am, friends with not only one but two properly English fools, and I live with one.”
John rolled his eyes and took his own shot- Geillis and Ian following right behind.
“Another hand!” Ian said, as he reached across the coffee table and took the deck from my hands. “I’m dealing.”
“Oh my god.” John Grey said in pain as he shot-gunned his last beer. “How did the ladies beat us?”
“Because Ian canna lie!” Jamie angrily said through his gritted teeth from the couch.
“But Claire canna lie either,” Ian chimed in. “Geillis just has the best poker face in the lot of us!”
“Next time…” John started but burped mid sentence, “I think we should do different teams.”
“Seconded.” Ian agreed as the two men sank into the couch.
I chuckled to myself as I got up from the floor and looked over to the love seat, to find Geillis happily and fairly worse for the wear, passed out. Ian and John were toasted themselves, both men resting their heads on the back of the couch and out within seconds of closing their eyes.
“We’re friends with a bunch of lightweights.” Jamie whispered as he picked up the empty beer cans from the floor. I watched him in shock for a moment at just how easily he seemed to be standing on his own two feet. I knew that while I could hold my liquor – a Scot could hold it better, and Jamie, the true Scotsmen he was, could out do the best of them.
“In their defense, we did go through five six-packs,” I spoke rather loudly and caused Geillis to shift in her sleep. Aiming for a whisper, I finished, “That is a heavy amount of alcohol, and we emptied a full handle of whisky.”
I tilted my head towards the table nodding to the empty bottle.
“I guess yer right. At least we didna have to convince Ian not to drive home this evening.” If
“Stubborn Scots,” I stammered and rolled my eyes and handed Jamie two empty cans from the table.
“Tonight was fun. We need to do it more often, rather than just once a month.”
“I know- I need to stop picking up so many extra shifts. I hadn’t realized how much I missed us all hanging out together.”
“I ken the feeling, the new work project is kicking my arse.”
I laughed at Jamie again, and took a step towards him, tripping over my own feet. I heard the cans as he dropped them to the floor and caught me in his large, over-powering arms. “Och, Sassenach, I ken ye can hold yer liquor pretty well, then ye try to use yer legs and they seem to forget how to work.”
“I was able to stand,” I croaked, “You once told me that you can’t be drunk if you’re standing up.”
“Aye.” Jamie said as he held me steady in his arms. “But you are hardly standing up. How much time do I have?”
“I’m thinking about 20 seconds.” I said, covering my mouth with my hand.
I felt Jamie’s arms scoop me up by the knees as he carried me to the bathroom.
He set me down next to the toilet softly, and pulled my hair out of my face.
“Don’t worry, I got ye, Claire.”
I felt his hand on the back of my neck as I emptied the contents of my stomach.
I reached for my shirt and wiped my mouth and turned to look at him, “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
“Tis a good thing ye’ll never have to find out,” Jamie grinned at me.
And as my stomach knotted again and I turned my attention back to the toilet bowl, it then hit me exactly what Geillis had said earlier.
Of course Jamie was exactly the reason I wasn’t giving Frank an answer.
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I loved the final chapter of IBTFY. In my old age and brain fade, do I remember you mentioning another arc to the story? Please don't make me beg or even worse, get down on my knees to plead!
Yes there’s something in the works! It will probably be a little while, but I’m in the process of planning it now. 💜
I know it's ending, but when are we getting more IBTFY?!
Either tomorrow or Tuesday! The last chapter has been approved by @missclairebelle. We are just waiting for @kkruml to give her input!
I can give you a sneak peak?
I found it funny how while to any passerby that came through apartment, nothing had changed. We still had the black couch. The coffee table still had a dent in it from a game night six months past where John had inevitably drunkenly fallen and hit his head causing me to do my first ‘at home’ stitches with nothing but the unfinished vodka handle to clean out the wound and no localized anesthesia for the poor man The kitchen still had a few broken tiles from where Jamie punched the wall that needed to get fixed. The floor still had some stains from a spot where I left a cold beer too long. So while nothing had seemingly changed, everything too had also changed.
I love how Claire is basically in charge but Jamie is also in charge. I loved how he continually asked her if she wanted him... if what they were doing was okay. Well done.
I’m actually really glad you and another person picked up on that, nonnie. As much as Jamie wants her, he only wants her if she’s okay with it If she wants it too. If she got scared and wanted to back down, she would have said so and he would have been okay with it.
Consent is sexy, that’s all there is to it. Consent means everything.
Eve glanced down at her phone. Rian was freaking out and she had no idea why. All she knew was that the girl was upset and needed her. She hurried off to get blankets pillows and a bunch of chocolate. Once it was all in her arms she rushed to Rian's room, not wanting the girl to feel alone or get any sadder than she already was. She didn't knock, just walked in to see Rian crying. She dropped the pile of stuff on the ground, grabbed the pillows and started placing them around the girl, set the chocolate on the nightstand, and then threw the blanket over her. "Hi sweetie." She said quietly before crawling into bed with her.
