#two isms sitting in a hot tub

[borealisthegreat]

ap group notes be like

#two isms sitting in a hot tub #ap euro #study notes

[secondgenerationnerd]

Irey and Damian talking to each other during a chaotic moment drabble?

I really had to think about what would count as a chaotic. So.....DAMIAN’S FIRST SPEEDSTER FAMILY DINNER!

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“Babe! Where’s the Tor-tilla chips?” Bart shouts.

“Dawn!” Iris calls into the living room.

“We’ve been married for three years and you still say it wrong?” Jaime shakes his head.

“Wally! Where’s the grill brush?” Barry searches through the cabinets. 

“Yeah, Mom?” Donny’s voice from upstairs 

“It should be outside!”

“Not you, Donny, your sister!”

“Heh.” Irey laughs softly, gesturing to the ever moving bodies inside the house. She and Damian sit on the back porch, “Welcome to the Flash Family.”

“You all actually call yourself that?” Damian shakes his head, a small smile on his face. 

“Everyone except you and Bruce call it the Bat Family.” Irey teases. She fiddles with his fingers, “You ready to deal with family dinner?”

“I’ve spent every weekend with you and Jai since we were 13. How bad can it be?” He asks. 

“Remember that time Jai and I invented ‘Speedster Redbull?’“

“...Yes...”

Turns out dinner with speedsters is waaaaaay worse than two overly hyper ones chattering away. Damian’s lost between the fifteen different conversations going on at once. The other non-speedster spouses seem unconcerned with the ever changing conversation, even talking part in it. 

“Jaime, how’s your work going? Dawn, don’t hit your brother!” Iris gives her daughter a stern look as Dawn and Mel high five. Donny wipes salsa off his shirt.

“It’s been great! We’re definitely helping a lot of people--Jai, did you ever read that book I sent you-- and getting more and more funding from research grants.”

“The space one or--Bart I swear you touch my burger and I’ll kick you so hard, your past self will feel it- or the medival art history one?”

“Dami?” Irey’s gentle voice breaks through the chaos around him. Her hand slides into his under the table, squeezing it tight. “You ok?”

“Just...processing? Not sure where I can jump in.” He won’t lie...seeing how close this family is and how content they are with their insanity. They don’t mean to, but it’s really easy to exclude newcomers. Irey reads the slightly fallen look on his face before turning to her brother.

“Hey, remember that time you, Colin, Jon, and Damian went overnight camping--”

“And Damian had to save Colin from getting poision ivy!” Jai laughs, “Dude, remind me why you had to yell at him?”

“He was going to wipe himself with the leaves! If anything I saved him and Reyes from uncomfortable rashes- er, sorry, Jaime.” Damian feels weird using the man’s name, but Jaime just laughs.

“If Papi found out Colin gave Mil poision ivy there, you’d be short a team memeber for murder. You guys just updated part of your training program right? Tim mentioned it the other day--”

“Donny,” Damian looks at the man at the end of the table, inching towards Dawn, “Keep in mind how close your wife is to Dawnand how long she can make you sleep on the couch. Yes, we did. I suggested we focus more on defense, especially with Jai and Colin leaning more towards offense.”

“Colin hits ‘em hard, I hit ‘em fast.” Jai snorts. 

“That’s almost as lame as Dad saying--”

“Back in a flash!” Iris laughs with her daughter as Barry pouts. “Honey, I love you, but you knew you’d regret that one day.”

“What about ‘Holy hot tubs, Batman!’“ Mel snorts as Damian’s face turns red.

“That was all Grayson!”

“I’ll back Damian up on that,” Wally nods, “That was originally a Dick-ism, but Jason’s used it too.”

“Tim does if he’s super sleep deprived.” Bart gestures to his husband, “Right, babe?”

“I think I’ve heard Mar’i use it more than Damian, but I’ve heard Damian use it-hey! Jai, give that back!”

It’s chaotic, but he’s starting to get the hang of it.

#irey west #damian wayne #jai west #barry allen #family #flash family #dawn allen #donny allen #bart allen #jaime reyes

[isitgintimeyet]

Road To The Aisles

AO3

Previous

Thank you for the response to the first chapter of this story. It’s so gratifying to know that it is being enjoyed.

Thanks to @mo-nighean-rouge @happytoobserve @wickedgoodbooks for their support.

Warning: Gets NSFW quite quickly! (under the cut)

Chapter 2: A Detailed Preparation

“After all, perhaps dirt isn't really so unhealthy as one is brought up to believe.”

― Agatha Christie, Murder in Mesopotamia

“Sassenach, I dinna ken why we have tae spend all day cleaning the house. Nobody will be looking fer bits of dust. It’s only ma family tomorrow and they will be more interested in the bairn.”  

Jamie got to his feet and wiped a hand across his forehead.

“And do ye think Murtagh will be sitting here tomorrow wondering if we’ve hoovered under this sofa?” He continued. “This verra heavy sofa… that ye made me move all by myself.”

“I just want it all to be right, Jamie. This is the first time that your dad, Murtagh, Jenny, Ian and the kids will have met William. It’s a momentous occasion. The least we can do is a spot of cleaning.”

Claire watched as Jamie gathered up the dusters and furniture polish. A perk of this necessary but uninspiring activity was Jamie’s chosen cleaning attire. While she herself was modestly dressed in old faded leggings and an extra large t-shirt of Jamie’s, he preferred to try to keep cool in very old running shorts, no longer in a suitable condition for public viewing, and a sleeveless t-shirt.

Unaware of her scrutiny, he turned and stretched his arms above his head, his t-shirt riding up with the sudden movement. Beads of sweat glistened on the trail of hairs leading down into his shorts.

Claire thought that, with the housework finished, they could maybe…

Jamie interrupted her thinking. “I’ll jes’ go and finish up cleaning in the bathroom, aye?”

Not waiting for her response, he made for the stairs.

“I just cleaned that bloody bathroom…” Claire muttered under her breath as she stomped to the utility room to put away the cleaning kit. “Does he not think I’d do it to his liking? Well, he can clean that bloody bathroom himself from now on… and the toilet… or does he just have to inspect what I’ve done…”

She didn’t hear Jamie calling from upstairs at first as she clattered around the kitchen. Eventually he raised his voice enough.

“Sassenach, come and see what I’ve done.”

Claire climbed the stairs still complaining under her breath about Jamie’s need to clean her already spotless bathroom. “...And if he’s changed the direction of the toilet roll, there’ll be words...”

The bathroom was dominated by a large, white bathtub. A large white bathtub currently filling with bubbles and a very tall ginger Scot reclining at one end. Steam rose from the taps in the centre of the tub. Jamie leant forward and added some cold water.

“I thought you’d come up here to inspect my cleaning.” Claire grinned.

“Och no, ye’ve, weel, we’ve done a grand job with all that.” Jamie reached a hand out to Claire. “There’s jes’ a wee bit more cleaning up tae do. I kent I smelt awfa bad and I’m guessing ye smell the same. So I decided tae fix us a nice bath. Sassenach, will ye join me, or are ye going tae stand there stinking?”

Quickly, Claire stripped off her clothes and threw them at the laundry basket. Gingerly, she stepped into the bath, wincing slightly as the hot water stung her cold skin.

“Come sit down here and I’ll give ye a wash.”

As Claire bent over to settle between Jamie’s legs, her bottom momentarily passed close to his face. Automatically he felt himself becoming aroused… a fact which was not lost on Claire as she nestled in close to Jamie, her back resting against his chest.

“And I thought this was an innocent bath, James Fraser.”

“With a wet, naked lady in it… not so innocent at all, Sassenach.”

Claire sighed and relaxed against Jamie, stretching her legs in front and wiggling her toes through the bubbles.

“It’s so nice having a bath large enough to stretch out in.” She sighed.

“Aye, it’s a nice large tub, right enough. But I dinna think we’ll be able tae make love in here. At least, no’ without causing a tsunami tae wreck the bathroom. Still, let me wash ye.”

Jamie worked the soap into a lather and began to massage his soapy hands over Claire’s shoulders, gently running up and down her arm, his fingers tracing circles on her skin. She could feel his breath -- warm against her neck -- as his teeth lightly nipped her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. Any tension began to drift away.

Relaxing her head against Jamie’s shoulder, Claire closed her eyes and let her mind wander. Cocooned in the steamy lavender warmth of the bath, his fingers massaged her skin with a hypnotic rhythm. The only noises were their breathing and the random drip of a tap. She sighed, the sound oddly loud to her ears.

Jamie shifted as his hands left her arms. He chuckled as Claire gave a slight moan of disappointment and raised her head, the trance-like state broken.

“Dinna fash,” he whispered. “Jes’ after more soap.”

Swiftly his hands returned to her body, stroking across her shoulders and collarbone as she relaxed against his chest once more. Gradually, he moved down her body, his fingertips grazing her nipples with a featherlight touch. Claire sighed and instinctively ground her hips against Jamie, pressing deeper against his erection.

His hands continued on their downward journey, dipping under the water, pushing Claire’s thighs apart. She readily complied, positioning her legs on top of Jamie’s as he opened her up. The warm water and his fingers gently caressed her very centre.

Claire felt the longed for electricity begin to spark in her muscles, growing stronger with each stroke. But Jamie’s rhythm was not enough, she moved her hand to lie on top of his, guiding it, pushing it faster and faster as her climax built until it reached its zenith. Her hips bucked out of the water as her cry echoed off the tiled walls.

He kissed her neck as she relaxed back into him. They lay still for a moment.

“Best be getting out in a minute,” Jamie said

“But what about you?”

Claire turned to face Jamie and knelt. He watched her breasts, the nipples just above the water and felt his groin twitch in response as she leant forward to touch him.

“I dinna think I can last,” he whispered.

“That’s fine,” Claire answered. “Don’t hold back, Jamie.”

Jamie watched as, under the water, Claire ran her finger from root to tip and back before cupping his balls in one hand and curling her other hand around his cock.

"God, that's it." Jamie moaned as Claire set up a steady action.

Claire watched his face, looking for those familiar tell-tale signs that his orgasm was near: head back, eyes closed, breathing loud and ragged, his teeth biting his lower lip. His hands gripped the sides of the bath. Jamie lifted his head to look into Claire’s eyes, as with a cry, he came.

Claire shuffled closer to Jamie and put her arms around his neck before giving him a kiss.

“Water’s starting tae get cold now,” Jamie commented. “Why don’t we take this tae the bedroom?”

“Really, James Fraser? Ready for round two?”

“Aye, weel, I’m getting a crick in ma neck here now. Let me have a wee rest on the bed and I’ll see what I can do.”

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Jamie snuggled close into Claire’s back, trying to fit the contours of her body, ensuring as much skin to skin contact as possible.  

She wiggled her bottom helpfully against his hips and laughed. “I’m not surprised you’re tired. Round two was just as good as round one.”

Jamie stroked her hair away from the side of her neck and kissed her, sending little shivers down her spine.

“Sassenach, can I ask ye…” his breath was warm on her neck. “Ye are ok? About tomorrow I mean? Bringing William home? A new part of our lives...”

Claire shifted around to face Jamie and stroke his cheek. “Jamie, it is a new chapter. But I’m ready to be there for you. Just as long as I don’t have to deal with Geneva… or her bloody mother.”

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Jamie pulled the Volvo up outside Geneva’s house, switched off the engine and sat quietly for a moment. This would be his first day with William and he wanted to make sure that nothing was missing, that there was nothing Geneva could become annoyed about.

He didn’t actually care anymore what she thought of him, but he really didn’t want her to find ways to make this arrangement more complicated, or try to claim that it was unworkable and accuse him of unreasonable behaviour. And so Jamie felt that he would just have to grit his teeth and let some of the ‘Geneva-isms’ go without challenge.

He took a deep breath and headed for the front door.

Geneva answered the door at Jamie’s second knock. She greeted him without a smile and thrust a laminated sheet into his hands.

“Good morn -“ Jamie started to talk, before looking at the sheet. “What’s this?”

“On one side, it’s William’s regular schedule. On the other, it’s a checklist of everything I’m sending him with. I would be grateful if you return everything on the list when you come back this evening.”

Geneva picked up a couple of bags and passed them to Jamie. “I’m glad you got rid of the sports car. Did you get the car seat like I told you? Is it fitted properly? You didn’t try and do it yourself?"

Jamie sighed. “No, I didna do it meself, the garage did it when I picked the car up.”

It took Jamie three trips to the car to ensure that all the equipment Geneva deemed necessary for William’s seven hour stay with his father was loaded in the spacious boot.  Finally, the baby himself was carried out and ‘loaded’ into the car by Geneva.

“Bye William, be a good boy for your father.” Her voice softened as she spoke to the baby, before kissing his cheek.

Geneva stood up, discreetly trying to wipe her glistening eyes, and turned to Jamie. Her voice returned to its usual cold tone.

“So, you got the email I sent you? I trust you have everything on that list now at your house?”

Jamie nodded, now anxious to get away and finally be on his own with his son. He moved over to the car door.

“Oh, one final thing…”

He sighed.

“That outfit is Gucci. I would appreciate no nasty stains on it.”

“Geneva,” Jamie spoke through gritted teeth. “He isna even three months yet. He canna move around on his own. What do ye think I’m going tae do? Sit him in a puddle?”

“No, but I know your father and sister will be meeting him. Please check their hands before they hold him. That is all. Goodbye. Five o’clock sharp, please.”

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It took all Jamie’s willpower to stay focussed on the road and not to keep turning around to see William. There were times, he could admit now, when he doubted that this day would ever arrive, or that it would take months spent in lawyers’ offices and courtrooms.

After fifteen minutes or so, with Jamie snatching quick glimpses of William while stationary at red traffic lights, he could stand it no longer. He pulled off the main road onto a quiet side street and parked the car. He opened the rear passenger door and crouched down.

William stirred as Jamie took his hand, marvelling at how tiny it was in comparison with his. Jamie stroked William’s head, the soft down seemed much redder now. He still couldn’t quite believe that something so perfect could have come from something as disastrous as his relationship with Geneva.

This was, Jamie realised, his first time alone with his son. There was no one hovering disapprovingly in the background. Just father and son together.

“So, William, ye’re off tae yer other home now,” Jamie whispered. “Off tae meet the rest of yer family, the Scottish part of yer family… weel… and Claire, who may be a Sassenach, but we’ll forgive her fer that, shan’t we? She’s our special Sassenach.”

Jamie carried on talking quietly and softly stroked his son’s cheek. William stirred again and yawned slightly before opening his eyes. Slowly, he gave his father a wide gummy smile, a trail of drool escaping from a corner of his mouth.

Jamie gasped and then grinned in response. “Ye’re a bonny lad, William and ye ken yer Da. Come on, we’d best be heading home otherwise that Sassenach of ours will be having our guts for garters.”

#outlander fan fiction #outlander fanfic #Road To The Aisles #Jamie Fraser #claire beauchamp #Chapter 2 #modern au #the ties that bind sequel

[sumergosuigeneris]

June 10, 2019

Woke up thinking about not-great things from my life again. And thinking that I am repeating my mother’s patterns despite myself. Hell of a way to wake up. Probably need to go to therapy. Probably need to address issues in my life.

Yesterday ended up interesting.

Got confused about when I was gonna get in. Thought it was an hour later than I thought. When it turned out I was right, I decided to get food before heading to the club. The bar was closed and there was nowhere else nearby. Went back to train station and asked the guy sitting there to take me. Never doing that again. First of all, he only took cash (I technically didn’t have enough). I didn’t have enough to give him a tip, which is bad. But in a way, I felt it made us even because I was forced to make conversation. Hoo-eee is this guy loyal to the local university. I expressed my support for not-that-school and he proceeded to talk about how horrible another school was. I tried to say all schools do these things, not that it’s right but that they’re common. It went eh. Another guy that listens to his own opinion exclusively. And it cost me $40! Technically $42+tip, but I only had 40 in cash. How much would it have been if I took the deliberately underpriced car sharing service? Grrrrrr. But yay for supporting the beleaguered taxi drivers. Also, the Jus sie case came up. Of course. So I pointed out that celebs and rich people get away with the same shit all the time. I really really wanted to say if it was a yt person, you’d be fine with it, but I kept it together.

Get to the club....and no one was there. Not even Bob. I called him and somehow he thought I was coming in at 1am, so he gave up on me and went home. He lives about 45min away, esp because he’s a hypermiler, but he drove back for me. I was ambivalent b/c I wanted to shoot, and give him his stupid gifts, but I felt guilty for making him drive. Anyway, while waiting I discovered I’d left one of his gifts on the train. IDIOT! I spent twenty-five minutes total on several phone calls to am-not-track, only to be told to fill out a form online. So fucking stupid b/c I figured it out within an hour so that would have been perfect timing for the train staff (I’m blanking on everything except conductor) to find it and tag it for me. Fucking terrible customer service AGAIN! I was gonna complain on social media but it felt like all I was doing was complaining about companies and so companies would stop taking me seriously.

And of course, i couldn’t fill out the form b/c there was no internet at the club. Civil War Bob got there in time for me to be in a rage. I gave him the gifts I had, and told him (not asked him) that I was getting him an emergency cell phone. Fuck that shit. Our incident could have been avoided if I’d called him before he left for the club, but I forgot about the time change, and then despite that, if he’d had a fucking cell phone. He could have called me or I could have called him. Aggravating.

He took me to shoot pistols. I missed shooting rifles, but I’d never shot anything except black powder pistols before. It was fun. It was loud. Real hand guns, at least before these modern plastic models, are not like portrayed on tv/movies. Harder to aim. And very, very loud. Still throw gun powder depending on the model. But I can say I shot a Colt and a Smith&Wesson - quality American brands. I forgot my safety goggles, and all CWB had was prescription sunglasses. Whew that was hard. I made a few good shots but mostly bad, and I’m not sure how much of that is me being out of practice shooting new to me weapons, and how much was prescription sunglasses. Oh, and it’s really nice to take forever to load or clean. I like pistols.

Oh, and I found out that some guns have serial numbers already. They’ve been having serial numbers. Like a car vin. Although now that I’m writing this, I feel like I did know that a while ago, b/c on tv they’d talk about filing off the number. Dummy. Anyway, the point is guns could be registered to owners like cars are. Not like permits for carrying or safety (although a safety permit would be nice) but for gun policy level safety. Although, as with other things on guns, the people who would follow it wouldn’t be the problems but they’d be mouthy about how it was infringing on their rights.

The one thing was he started making political comments, about how someone shot up a place or people and was theoretically sympathetic to IS IS so CWB thinks of IS IS as terr orists. Oh no. I was not gonna have that. You’re going to ignore all the white supremacists? And also fo x was probably lying, but I’m not sure b/c I don’t know who he was talking about. We only do well when we don’t acknowledge his ignorant views, so I decided to shut that shit down. I told him I think of Tr ump supporters that way (re: ter ror ism). Shut him the fuck up.

We had fun. He gave me a tshift he’s been hanging on to. It’s orange, which is fine. But he said I like to wear loud colors. Which is not true. I will wear them, like I had an orange hooded jacket for a few years, but that’s me trying to expand beyond my mostly black, and brown and green and red. Anyway.

I didn’t tell him I was staying overnight. 2 1/2 hours is pretty good for me hanging out with CWB. 4 1/2 is the limit.

At this point, it was 5-ish, and I’d only had 1/2 a coffee and a terrible blueberry muffin. i was starving. i asked him to drop me off at a location that seemed like i was  going to the bus station but was close enough to walk to the hotel. I passed restaurants. It was so hard not to just stop at one of them, but I was determined to address my longing for pizza from here.

Also, while I feel I only had to talk about school once, it was extremely uncomfortable. Why *do* we always ask people what they do, or if they’re in school? Social media says it’s so we can judge people and how much respect to give them.

Got to the hotel and was excited b/c my room unexpectedly had a jacuzzi. Which doesn’t work. There were hardly any working lamps, basically one plug for me to plug things in. Very few channels and most of them were terribly staticy. I went to the pool and there was a family monopolizing it. They’d have made room for me, but it would have curtailed them a bit, and not really given me room to do anything besides sit there, so I went to go to the hot tub. Which wasn’t working and looked yucky. This hotel actually kind of sucks. Because the coup d’grace? The internet is *atrocious*! So I couldn’t do online instead of real life. I ended up going to bed pretty early. Which I needed.

But I ordered my pizzas. I ordered two. I wonder what the front desk person thought of that. I ordered one from the place that I’d found is closest to real pizza but was expensive and didn’t deliver as far away as i lived before I moved. And I ordered one from my favorite local chain.

As I was afraid of, both were disappointing. They weren’t as good as I’d built them up to be in my memory. The one was about as good as I think it was the last time I’d gotten it several years ago. The thing is, when I ran away to this particular state, the pizza was really really decent, but it changed a few years after that.To be less good. Which was a reason I hardly ever ordered the expensive stuff. The chain one was good for itself, but there was too much dough. Not sure if the recipe changed or the location made a mistake or b/c it was a medium. But it tasted yummy. Really the issue is with pizza in general. To make good pizza, you need to do the whole dough tossing thing. It’s not just for show, or to make a lump of dough spread out. It does something with air bubbles or whatever. And no one does that anymore. Almost no one. Because making pizza properly takes too long.

So anyway, now I can let that go for a while. And I’m taking home at least 3 meals worth of pizza. Yay!

All in all, I think I spent significantly too much on this trip (and I’m not home yet). I won’t do this again. It’s only renting a car, and only a one day thing (so get up ungodly early in the morning). I’m nervous about taking the bus. I’ve never had a problem, but the company itself has a reputation. Anyway, $120 ish for transpo and hotel. $80 for taxis. $50 ish for pizza. Well, as I type it out, only the car/taxi nonsense was unexpectedly high. Still, I need to take the bus to the bus pickup. Grab coffee, etc.. take the bus back to my city...take the train or bus home. Then, I’ll know. And feel safe lol.

And the bus isn’t known for having good internet. Here’s crossing my fingers.

Boy, I’m gonna sleep well tonight.