okay i was teetering on the cusp of the DA:I chasm but i'm back now

apparently.... vampire sex. was what i needed. to step back from the beckoning abyss

gale baby you're so real for this, you were so right that time in the swamp, dick really DO be that good sometimes that it makes you wanna live

Edinburgh To Boston

Hello, I’m back again giving this another try at writing a fanfic. As you can guess this precedes my first fic A Call from the Mayor. Basically, this is about how Jamie and Claire finally realized that they were in love. This will be a multichapter story.

I need to thank two very special writers, @jmoonrise and @curlsgetdemgurls for their encouragement and beta.

I hope you like it.

I give you:

Edinburgh to Boston

Prologue

We all have a destiny.  Some of us are destined to be lawyers, doctors, nurses, politicians, superstar athletes, movie stars, spouses, parents, or lovers.

How do we achieve our Destiny? Some philosophers are of the belief that our destiny is preordained even before we are born. One's Destiny, if you subscribe to this belief, is written in the stars.

Other thinkers espouse the concept that we arrive at our Destiny through our own behaviors. We are the makers of our own Destiny. What we do, or say, or don't do or say will influence the outcome of our Destiny.

But what happens when we ignore the call of our Destiny and walk right by it?

That my friend is when Fate can step in. Fate presents us with the necessary opportunities to attain our Destiny. Fate may lend a hand to the matter to goose things along as it were. Particularly when your Destiny is staring you right in the face and you are too blind or too afraid to see it.

This is the story of two would be lovers, one Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp and one James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser who have been and are destined to come together. They are soul mates, destined to become one with each other. But because they have allowed their fears to guide them, they have remained in the dreaded relationship called - friends.

That is until Fate steps in to give these two eejits a swift kick in the arse.

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Edinburgh to Boston

Chapter One - The Airport

"Well, it's about time, Fraser!" Dr. Claire Beauchamp huffed making no effort to hide her annoyance. "If you were any later, you would have missed the flight."

"Aye, aye Beauchamp, I ken," apologized Dr. James Fraser. "There was more traffic heading to the airport which delayed me."

He looked remarkably put together for a man in a suit and overcoat and remarkably not in the least bit breathless despite sprinting through Edinburgh airport with his luggage and that damn oversized messenger bag that he always carried.

"Besides Beauchamp, when have I ever let ye down?"

Claire glared at her colleague, friend, her surgical partner, "Humph, I thought this was going to be...Rome all over again."

James’ face turned a bright red, his normally placid sky blue eyes darkened, narrowing to slits emphasizing their cat-like shape.

"Dinna bring up the Rome trip. Ye ken fine well that I had a skiing accident a few days before we were to leave."

Oh, Claire did ken alright.  The weekend before our trip to Rome for a Cardiothoracic surgery conference was the annual ski trip that several of the surgical attendings went on. That year they went to Glencoe Mountain. Among those going were Angus Moor, MD, general surgery, Ian Ross, MD, ENT, Rupert Mackenzie, MD, orthopedic surgery, Iona Baird, MD, vascular surgery and last but most certainly not least Laoghaire Mackenzie, MD, plastic surgery who wanted to sink her manicured claws into my partner.

She with a face so smooth and so frozen as to be expressionless when she spoke. Claire wondered how her mouth moved. Did she give herself her own Botox injections? If she stopped would her face fall down?  Be nice Beauchamp, she thought.

"What was it you broke, your leg was it?" she asked sweetly.

James flushed hotly. "Ye ken it wasna my leg."

"It was my arse" he mumbled.

"I beg your pardon. I didn't quite hear you."

"I broke my arse. The coccyx bone. It hurt like the devil. I couldna sit, spent most of my time on my belly or using the doughnut to sit on. Are ye satisfied now?" He was blushing furiously from his neck right up to his hairline. His ears must have been burning as they were bright red. "Rupert offered to fix it. I told him it would be a cold day in hell before I let him near my arse."

Claire turned around to stare at his injured arse lifting up the skirt of his suit jacket. It looked the same to her. In fact, it looks fine, very fine indeed. What I wouldn't give to just... Did I just think that?

"Dinna be staring at my arse, Beauchamp." He brusquely swatted my hand away from his jacket. "It hasna changed at all!"

An elderly couple sitting in the same waiting area were busy watching this exchange with a smirk on their faces trying very hard not to laugh.

"Have a care Beauchamp, do ye no realize we are in public and people are watching?" A second later, "If ye wanna look do it in private," James murmured so softly as to be almost unintelligible, but Claire heard him.

"Pardon? I didn't get what you last said."

"Nuthin'."

"Just consider it professional curiosity, Fraser, is all." Claire snorted letting out with another loud guffaw.

"And did Laoghaire apply ice packs to your bum for you?" By now Claire was roaring with laughter. Tears were rolling down her face, her sides ached, and she could not get her breath.

Dr. James 'my body is a temple'  Fraser, who never ate anything unhealthy, worked out daily, took the stairs instead of the elevator, all-around athlete and horseman, broke his arse skiing. It was just too much.  Claire managed to catch her breath long enough to ask him how he had sustained such an ignoble injury.

James, a true born Scot, loved to tell stories. He entertained everyone from patients to nursing staff, to the office staff with stories from the Highlands. Stories of selkies, faeries, water horses, magic stones were told and told often to the delight of everyone. Now, despite the fact that he was telling a very embarrassing personal story, he settled into his storytelling mode.

"The lads and I had a wee bit too much to drink with lunch, ye see."

She could see.  Whisky was James' only vice and he could easily have had one too many at lunch.

"So, since I was the best skier in the group, the lads challenged me to ski the Flypaper. Do ye ken the Flypaper, Beauchamp?"

She shook her head no.

"Hum, weel the Flypaper is considered the steepest slope in all Scotland. Some say maybe it is the steepest in all Europe. It is considered a black run, for experts only. So I took the challenge." He shrugged.

"After having too much to drink, you decided it was a wise choice to ski down this black slope thing? Fraser, what were thinking?" By now Claire wasn't laughing anymore, she looked at him as if he was desperately in need of a brain transplant. Heart transplants she could do, brain transplants, no.

"Obviously, Beauchamp, no much,” James said wryly. “The slope is quite steep maybe 40 to 45 degrees, ye ken. So there I am in my tuck, sliding, gliding along, feeling so free.”

“You mean drunk, don’t you Fraser?” 

James glared at her.

“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, my skis hit a rock outcrop that was buried under the snow and I went sailing so high, I felt like a bird. I could see everything and everyone around me. It was beautiful. Until I landed on my arse and bounced down the slope for a while before I came to a stop.” 

James stopped momentarily in the telling of his story to look at Claire giving her a rather sheepish grin. Claire’s eyes began to crinkle with mirth all while biting her lower lip in an attempt not to laugh.

“I didna feel anything at first having been properly medicated, so I finished the run. By the time I got to my room, it was quite a different story. My arse hurt sae bad, I couldna walk, sit or do much of anything else. Rupert said I had broken my coccyx and there was naught to do about it except rest, ice it, and take some non-steroidal pain meds.  I told ye that Rupert jokingly offered to fix it, but I declined."

Claire began to laugh again, imagining him flying in the air, then landing on his bum bouncing his way down the ski slope.  Her sides were hurting, it was hard to catch her breath, and tears were rolling down her face. She felt like she couldn't stand anymore, so she did the next best thing and leaned into James’ chest.

I looked up into his clear blue eyes, now shining bright with laughter. His lip was curled up into his trademark half smile. Slowly, his arms came round to hold me.

"'Tis funny now, I'll tell ye, but it wasna then. Ye were right about Laoghaire. Laoghaire did offer to bring the ice, but I said nay. Rupert got it for me. For my troubles the lads bought me a bottle of Glenfiddich 30-year-old single malt whisky. Havena opened it yet. Ye like to take a dram or two do ye no, Claire?"

Her breathing began to ease and she suddenly became aware that she was in James’ embrace. His blue eyes were intent on her. His head lowered and he looked like he wanted to kiss her and kiss her for all she was worth. Quickly, Claire took two steps back breaking the embrace.

"Well, Fraser, I hope you learned your lesson," she said rather sternly, "not only did you break your arse, but you broke your word to your partner. Rather bad form don't you think?."

"Aye, Beauchamp, I did and it was. You have my deepest apology for my poor judgment and behavior. I left ye stranded and that was wrong of me. I am yer partner, yer friend, and ye should be able to count on me. I promise ye it will never happen again. I dinna make idle promises Beauchamp. Ye have my word.” 

He looked at me rather strangely just then. There was the distinct feeling that I was looking at a Highlander, a warrior making his vow of fealty to his laird or perhaps to his lady. His piercing blue eyes stared straight into my soul. All the hairs along the nape of my neck and on my arms stood up. My heart began to beat faster.  How odd.

The old woman sitting on the hard plastic chair nudged her husband in the side with her elbow, "Ye see Harry, I told ye. They're in love.  They just dinna ken it yet." She softly chortled.  Her husband smiled lovingly at her, brought her aged work-worn hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly.  He nodded in agreement, "Just as I love ye mo ghràdh."

Flight 9838 Edinburgh to Boston Logan International Airport now boarding at Gate 43. Please have yer boarding passes ready.

Crucible Match

This is a little drabble I made a while ago, when I initally shipped my exo hunter and awoken titan. I’ve been hanging onto it for a couple on months, debating on if I wanted to publish it. But fuck it. I love my trash guardians and I want everyone to know about them. There is a cameo from @fadedforyou‘s titan Alik.

Note: the italics are when Alik is speaking Russian.

Enjoy!

“Now that’s just not fair. Muscle Milk only has one newbie with him. How did I get saddled with three?” Z-9 gestured from his feeble team over to Alik and his. “Mine look like they still have bits of dirt from their graves on them. This is hardly a fair fight.”

“Are you, how you say ‘chickening out,’ Z-9?”

“Perish the thought, Muscle Milk. But the odds aren’t exactly even. You only have one newbie.” He turned his attention to the short titan and looked her up and down. “I didn’t think ghosts resurrected titan’s that small. Are you sure you’re not supposed to be a warlock?” Z-9 held up his hand and pretended to squish the small titan between his thumb and forefinger. “I would suggest a hunter, but I do think there’s a height limit to that too.”His gears clicked and whirred in excitement as the titan in question threw him a withering glare. From the expression alone he could feel her murderous intent. “Good,” he thought. All that was left was rattling the other two and his team might just have a chance. But from their gear he could tell they were seasoned guardians. A simple taunt wouldn’t distract them. Before he could act, the buzzer sounded overhead. With a final look, the two teams parted and retreated to their starting areas.

“The loudmouth, he’s mine,” Iona snarled.

Alik looked down at his friend and chuckled. “Da.” He shouldered his weapon and tossed Iona her helmet. Z-9’s obvious taunt did exactly what Alik knew it would. From day one, he knew mentioning Iona’s height would guarantee their win. He saw it many times in the crucibles. Each time a cocky hunter or haunty warlock mentioned her height that opponent died more times than any other on the opposing team; and knowing Z-9, he was sure to bring it up.

Iona grabbed her helmet and shoved it onto her head. Since she had become a guardian she had been thrust from one thing to another. Running for her life, training, scouting missions and even more training had taken up all of her time, and then some. She rarely had a moment to stop and think or question what she had become. What few moments she had were still filled with people telling her what to do, where to go and what to think. At first she tried to fight it, but it proved futile. She learned over the months keeping her mouth shut and head down made her life infinitely easier. Each day she felt more and more of herself being chipped away and remodeled into the “perfect titan.” But the one thing that never seemed to wear away was her one major tick. She had been told time and time again that she was too short to be a guardian. Time and time again she proved each person wrong, usually by beating them in the crucible. This exo was going to be no different.

“Hey! Useless! Take out Muscle Milk!” Z-9 snapped as he laid down cover fire for their cowardly titan to charge. Only the titan didn’t charge. He had hesitated, and in that hesitation the other team’s hunter took him out with one bullet to the head. “Dammit!”

The warlock’s spell missed its mark. Instead of knocking Alik over the edge like Z-9 had wanted, it hit Iona in the shoulder, and set her helmet on fire. She yanked it off her head and threw it at the warlock as she charged. He dodged the helmet but was not able to regain his footing. She used the opening to run up and empty the remainder of her clip into him. He dropped like a rag doll, Iona’s empty gun landing next to him. She snarled at Z-9, and lobbed one of her grenades in his direction.

“Can none of you fuckin’ fight?” He grabbed the other hunter and hightailed it back into the ruins of the city, the grenade exploding behind them. They were getting decimated. It seemed every other second one of the newbies on his team was being killed. At first he thought preventing their sniper from hitting would have solved the problem. But he found their biggest concern was not the unseen sniper, but Muscle Milk and the pipsqueak of a titan. The two of them were like a sword and shield, and impossible to kill. At first when he saw the small tick in her jaw he thought his goading had gotten under her skin and would make her mess up. He was right in only one of those two things. He did in fact get under her skin, but what would have been foolish mistakes if made by others instead were tactics that downright scared the newbies. Multiple times she charged head on into the thick of them, killing whoever was too slow to get out of her way. One would have thought the newbies would have learned the first few times she killed them point blank. But their stupid tactic was to huddle closer and hope for the best. Not once did it work out. She herded them closer and closer, until a single grenade took all three of them out.

“Quit fucking circling together like a bunch of fucking sheep! If you don’t start fighting back I will fucking kill you myself!” He kicked the hunter in the back, sending her scrambling forward. “Get out there! We don’t have much time left! I will not lose this bet because of you fucking idiots!”

Alik’s plan was working. He watched as Z-9’s temper caused his movements to become more erratic. “We have few minutes left. What is status of trap?”

“Last I checked they had the trip mines in place. All we need to do is herd them into Zone B.” Her last clip clicked into a place and an almost feral grin crept across Iona’s face. “Time to herd the sheep.”

The small nod of Alik’s head was the only indication he gave that he heard her, before he stepped off the ledge and walked into the middle of the street. Well placed shots from both him and Io had the three novice guardians scurrying back into the buildings. They left Z-9 to the hunter and the warlock, knowing the two of them would be able to handle the erratic exo.

“One minute left!” Shaxx’s voice echoed throughout the area.

Alik felt more than saw the change in Iona. Heat started to radiate off of her body and from the corner of his eye he could see the flames curling around her. He felt her power from spike as they rounded the last corner. They had the three novices herded into Zone B, and were just waiting for their other teammates to herd Z-9. As if on cue, the hunter in question charged into the area guns ablazing. He fired off several shots, hitting both Io and Alik. Before his shots could kill either, Alik erected a barricade and jumped out of the area.

“Fight back!” Z-9 loaded another clip into his hand cannon and looked at the three before them. There was not a scratch on them, but they acted as if they had seen death itself. That’s when he saw the trip mines. While Alik, Io, and the warlock had been wrecking havoc all over the arena, the hunter in question had been filling Zone B with enough trip mines to collapse the whole building. Before he could act, a hammer went whizzing past his head and killed the hunter behind him. One by one the rest of his team was killed off; their bodies throw back into the trip mine sensors. There was nowhere for him to escape. The last thing Z-9 saw before the building came crashing down was the smug look on Iona’s face as she threw her hammer at the remaining support beam. It was in that moment that he realized he may have fucked up. When he came to, the titan in question was nowhere to be found; only her path of destruction remained. As far as he was concerned if he never saw her again it would be too soon.

***

Z-9 found himself at the bar between Alik and Cornelius, going shot for shot with the two large humans. Friends and acquaintances trickled into the bar as night wore on. Halfway through the third bottle, he noticed the wink Cornelius gave Alik.

“Wait a minute,” he hiccuped. “Cookie, you were in on this weren’t you?”

“My dear friend, what ever gave you that idea?”

“The wink!”

“The wink?”

“Yes! You gave him the wink; the wink that is filled with dastardly intentions. I’ve seen it before. But to think it was used against me. I thought we were friends Cookie.”

“I allow you to call me Cookie. Isn’t that proof enough?”

“To think my closest frie-”

“Only friend,” Cookie corrected.

“Only friend,” Z-9 amended. “Would do such a dastardly thing behind my back. I feel hurt…betrayed even. I don’t think I can recover from this.”

“Do not be such sore loser!” Alik clapped Z-9 on the back, sending the exo stumbling forward.

“Every time, Muscle Milk,” Z-9 grunted. “Gentle. I am a fragile baby boy.”

“You are no little boy!” Alik laughed and slapped Z-9 on the back. “You are very funny! Drink! We celebrate my victory over your bet tonight!”

“At the expense of my wallet.” A bottle of vodka appeared in front of him. Without a second thought he tossed his card to the bartender, opened the bottle and clinked it against Alik’s.

“Cheers!” The tipsy Russian chugged the last of his bottle and surveyed the room. He spotted a familiar mop of purple hair in the back of the bar and made a beeline. “Io!” Alik’s voice boomed.

She jumped and looked up as the giant Russian sat at her table. Iona had been in the bar for less than two minutes before he found her. “Alik.” She took the offered bottle and took a few swigs. The vodka burned her throat as a familiar tingle settled in her fingers. She felt her nerves calming and the bar no longer felt like an ogre trying to kill her. Now it just felt like a lowly thrall, gnawing on her ankle.

“You have made it! Come! Drink with us! Z-9 is buying!” He dragged her back to the bar and all but lifted her into the seat next to Z-9. “Barkeeper! Another drink for my friend!”

Several drinks in Io slumped forward onto the bar and scrubbed her hand under her topknot. “Wait,” Io hiccupped. “What was the bet exactly? How drunk were you that you willingly made a bet against Alik?”

“Short answer: I was sauced. Long answer: Muscle Milk just has this very Russian way of getting under my skin and he outdrank me.”

“But you’re an exo?” Confused she titled her head to the side, grabbed the bottle in front of Z and refilled his drink. She downed the rest of the bottle and dropped it onto the counter.

“Holy shit! I’m an exo? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” Panicked, he ran his hands over his body as if it was something completely foreign.

For a split second Io stared at Z before she threw back her head and started to laugh. She rubbed her hand over her freshly buzzed side as her laughter died down. “I can’t remember the last time I have laughed that much.”

Z-9 slid another drink over at her and chuckled. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you need to laugh more. There’s no need to be so serious.”

“I’ve tried.” She downed half of her drink in one gulp. The burn of the drink had her gagging and gasping, much to Z-9’s amusement. “But you wouldn’t understand,” she choked. “You’re a hunter.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Curious he leaned closer to the drunk woman in front of him. The murderous woman from earlier that day had been replaced by the giggly woman that was having a difficult time staying on the barstool. Twice in the past ten minutes he had to catch her from sliding onto the ground. Luckily for him or her in this case, she had a habit of veering towards his direction.

Another snort escaped her as she downed the drink. “You know exactly what I mean, Z.” A hiccup escaped her as she slid closer. “All hunters are a little unhinged. It’s to be expected. But not titans. No…we…we must be the wall. Stoic. We are the last defense of this city. They wear you down, until the old you is no more, and make you up to be the perfect titan. I found it was easier to keep my head down and go along with what they wanted.”

“Is that why you’re so uptight?”

Her face scrunched up as she smacked him on the arm. “I’m not that uptight, am I?”

“Dimples, if you were any more tense I could shove coal up your ass and you’d shit out diamonds a week later.”

“Do you have any coal?”

Z-9 looked at her for a second before he chuckled and bumped his shoulder into hers. “What do you know, Dimples you can make a joke.”

“Oh I’m a very funny person,” she slurred.

“I do not doubt that, Dimples.” He reached over and grabbed the glass out of her loose fingers. He set it next to his empty one and looked down at the figure slumped against him. Every assumption he had for the pint-sized titan had been proven wrong as the drinks kept flowing. What was once a stony face soon became one that hid no emotions and every time she laughed Z-9 found himself drawn further and further into her. He wanted to hear more of that laugh. To see the way her nose crinkled when he told a bad pun or joke. If someone were to ask him why he felt the sudden desire, he couldn’t say. That fact alone stirred a curiosity in him he hadn’t felt in ages.

Several weeks passed before Z-9 saw any sign of Iona again. At first he thought she had been sent out on patrol. It took several bottles of vodka one night in the bar with Alik, before Z-9 found out where she had truly gone. To think an Iron Lord so thoroughly thrashed in the crucible was both a balm to his ego and a shock. He had thought Lord Saladin kept his new recruits hidden in the mountains and the wastelands, like before. But what shocked him even more was seeing her in the hanger the next morning.

“M’lady returns.” He set the butt of his rifle on the ground and executed an overly dramatic bow. “Are you to accompany us on this fine day?” A swift smack to the back of the head, by Cornelius’ hand sent him stumbling forward.

“She is the newest member of your fire team.”

“What? Her? There’s no way.”

“Don’t act so excited, you might break something.”

He searched her face, trying to find the drunken girl from the bar. All he found was another stony faced titan. As he looked away he thought he saw a twitch of her lips in the corner of her eye. When he looked back, he saw no sign of the mirth he thought he was going to see. “Damn.”

“She passed the test.”

“Test? What test?”

Cornelius’ voice drew Z-9’s attention away from Iona’s face. “You were the test.”

“Me? How am I a test? Does this have anything to do with Serenity-12? She was always looking for reasons to shoot me.”

“It does. I needed to find a titan that wouldn’t snap every time you angered them, which as we both know will be a lot.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I am a delight.”

“Delightfully annoying,” Iona muttered under her breath.

She had thought no one could hear her, over the noise of the hanger. None would, if there had not been an exo among them. But he heard. His hope and curiosity were brought back to life once again. “There she is,” he thought. She was in there. He just needed to find a crack in the wall and slip through. Lucky for him, he’s a hunter.

Q&A

Have you ever had a controlling boyfriend/girlfriend?
Never. Have you ever written a love letter to someone as a joke?
No. Who would even think of that? How many true heart breaks have you had in your lifetime?
One. Everyone has a been a lesson though. Who last grabbed your ass?
My damn self. Do you get a ‘Good Morning’ text from someone every day?
As if. Do you have any gay family members?
I do. Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?
Primark pyjamas ✌🏼 Do you feel like everything is falling apart around you?
Not so much right now. I've recently picked myself up and dusted myself off. Things are good rn. Was your first kiss romantic?
No. I was 13. It was in a garage under a blanket. Do you know anybody whose last name is a color?
Yes. What are you most likely to go to jail for? Drunk and disorderly? Assault, possibly. Do you ever feel like life is going by too fast?
All the damn time. Who was the last person to sleep over at your house?
Gemma. Is there someone that always intimidates you?
I will never let any bitch or any man intimidate me. Have you ever liked anyone that was in a relationship with someone else?
Oh yeah. Would you ever get a boob job?
It is on my list of things to do. Did your last relationship end because of you or the other person?
I actually ended it but we both played equal parts. Do you ever ignore texts from some people?
yeah, people I don't wanna talk to. Have you ever tried to break up anyone because YOU liked the guy/girl?
I've never tried, I'm not that malicious. When is the last time you felt left out?
Recently. My two besties are all loved up and then there's me. I'm gettin money tho. When was the last time you flirted with someone?
I have a really flirty personality, so I'd flirt with my cereal. Yellowcard vs Straylight Run, pick:
Means fuck all to me that. What would you think if you found out your ex was gay?
I'd be shocked but whatever makes him happy. Would you ever take someone back if you found out they cheated on you?
I don’t know. Every situation is differently and people have their reasons for cheating. I don't think everyone who cheats is a bad person nor will they continue to cheat on their future partners but there's clearly issues that need addressing in the relationship if someone cheats. What does your last text message say?
”Iona's going to bed x.” What color is your hair right now?
Medium brown. I think I'm gonna get it ombred though before I go on holiday. Do people ever compliment your eyes? Quite a lot actually. Have you ever lied to your boyfriend/girlfriend?
Yes. Do people ever tell you that you’re funny?
Yeah, I'm hysterical. Would you be upset if you caught your boyfriend looking at porn?
I do the same thing, so no. How many people has your best friend had sex with?
12/13 - I think. What’s the last song you listened to?
'Low Life' - Future ft. The Weeknd. Who’s the last person that hung up on you?
Probably Britt. Are you a bitch?
Yes. Four days from now, will you have sex?
I wish 🙄. Do you look intimidating?
I don't think I do. What does your second to last text say?
"On our way back x". What makes you laugh?
My life. What were you most looking forward to today?
A lie in and some sun. The sun was gone by 1pm though. How is your hair?
It needs washing. What are your initials?
NAT. What’s your biggest fear?
I have a lot. Death, being alone, failure. Look outside how’s the weather?
Cloudy, it was nice and sunny this morning though. Did you ever think someone didn’t like you, but come to find out they really did?
No. It tends to be the other way around with me. When was the last time you had a conversation with an ex?
A week ago. Are you worried about anything right now?
Not right now. How do you think tomorrow will be?
As good as a Monday can be. A little bit easier knowing that it's a 4 day week 💃🏽. Do you wish you could take one thing back?
I try to live with no regrets but of course I do. Is there a guy who knows everything or almost everything about you?
There was a lad who knew almost everything. Now I'd say he knows nothing. If you could pack your bags right now and were given a plane ticket, where do you go?
LA. Have you ever given anyone more than three chances?
I barely give people one. How far away are you from the person you have feelings for?
Like 45 minutes. Your last ex calls wanting to hangout, what do you say?
I'd say yeah. Where were you at 2 this morning?
In bed watching 13 Reasons Why. Have you ever kissed anyone who’s name started with a K?
I don't actually think so. Possibly. Probably. Have you accidentally sent a text to the wrong person?
Yeah and accidentally, on purpose. Last time you were TOTALLY happy?
A few days ago. Could you go the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?
No way. Ever given your all to someone who walked away?
Every. Single. Time. Have you ever done your makeup in class?
Nah, wouldn't leave the house without it on. Is there anything currently hurting on your body?
Nope. How old were you when you stopped sleeping with a night light?
An actual night light - probably 10/11. I used to sleep with the TV on after that. Ever kissed someone with green eyes?
Probably. Are you a jealous person?
I try not to be and I tell myself that I'm not but people give you reasons to be. Always trust your instincts. When you are home alone, do you still close the door when you shower?
Yeah. Are you mad at anyone right now?
Nope. Positive vibes only. Do you like your music loud or at a reasonable level?
Loud, what's the point otherwise. Is there anyone you wish you could be spending time with right now?
Of course. Have you held hands with anyone in the past 30 hours?
My baby sister. Do you have a friend named Ashley?
I do not. How often do you sleep in?
Weekends. Will you be in a relationship next month?
99.999999% sure I won't. Do you stay up later than ten o’clock on a week night?
No. Who’s the last person you told a secret to?
I don't actually know. I don't have many secrets. Have you met someone in the last year who turned out to be amazing?
Yes and I'm grateful for them all coming into my life. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?
Probably not. Do you miss anyone?
Not really. Would you rather have big or small dogs? I do not judge. Any size dog would be welcomed with open arms. Will you cry tonight?
Nahhh. Do you have respect for people even if you don’t like them?
Of course. Usually they act disrespectful. What’s one fruit you love in drinks?
Lemon. What was the most people you ever tripped in front of? A few people in club probably. Have you ever tried wine?
Yes, love it 😍. Can heartbreak happen all at once, or over a long period of time?
Heartbreak takes so many forms. In your life, do you plan on visiting other countries?
I have visited a few and I plan on visiting a whole lot more. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
I think it depends on the person and the circumstances. But nothing more than a second chance. Is there an ex you want to make up with?
I'm on good terms with the ones I wanna be in good terms with. Do you take compliments well?
Probably too well. Does cuddling freak you out?
No. How much time do you take to get ready in the morning?
About an hour/hour and a half. Do you love where you live?
I do yeah. I'm very proud of my city. What do you label yourself as?
I don’t. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now?
Probably not. Will your next kiss be drunk or sober?
99.99% drunk. Are you a mean person?
No. Do you wear high heels everyday?
Only on a night out. Do you fall asleep texting every night?
Nope. Are you an aunt or an uncle?
I am an aunt to 3 lads. Were you texting someone right before you fell asleep last night?
Nope. Did you have any unread text messages when you woke up today? How many?
Nope. Name someone who made you smile today?
The pizza delivery man. Are you happy?
Yes. I'm generally a happy person. Are you an alcoholic?
No, live a bevy though. Can you go a day without thinking about the person that’s on your mind now?
Yes, to be honest, he's not on my mind that often. Could you go the rest of your life without a cigarette?
Yeah, probably. Does anyone know every little detail about you?
No, I don't think anyone ever would. Does it bother you when someone lies to you?
Of course. I don't see the point. I'm very open minded so I don't think there's a need. What’s one thing you really want right now?
Pizza. Who all do you have texts from in your phone?
I keep all my texts. Who do you trust most as of now?
Me, myself & I. Who was the last person you took a picture with?
My sister, Britt. Do you have a younger sister?
I have 2 younger sisters. Did anything “cute” happen today?
My baby sister sat in the sun, playing her guitar and singing The Beatles. Are you wearing shoes right now?
Nope, I'm in bed. Have you ever just laid outside and looked at the stars?
Yeah, I love it. Do feet gross you out?
Yeah, they're vile. Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos?
Yes!! I was actually gonna go and get one today. Do you smile everyday?
Yes. Who are you more like, mom or dad?
I definitely see both of them in me, but I'd say my mum. Could you date someone shorter than you?
Probably not. Where do you wish you were right now?
Ibiza. Have a crazy side?
Oh yeah. Something you do a lot?
Work, eat. Angry at anyone?
Nope. Describe your life in one word?
Content. Who was the last person who gave you a hug?
Iona. What is your natural hair color?
Medium brown. How many people have you kissed?
Hahaha, countless. How many of those did you make out with?
All of them. Ever kissed someone you weren’t dating at the time?
Yeah. Ever kissed someone you’d met less than an hour before?
Yeah. Of the people you’ve kissed, how many do you regret kissing?
None really. Were any of them in relationships with someone else at the time?
Yes. How old was the oldest person you’ve kissed?
I'm not entirely sure. How young was the youngest person you’ve kissed?
He's 20, I'm 22. Ever been kissed by a legal adult when you were a minor (or vise-versa)?
Nope. Ever been kissed by someone you didn’t want to kiss?
Yes. Ever been walked in on while you were making out with someone?
Yeah, that doesn't really bother me though. By your parents?:
I don't think so. Weirdest place you’ve kissed someone? Don't think I've ever kissed someone in a weird place. Ever kissed someone and had someone else get really mad about it?
Oh yes. Ever stopped kissing someone because they had bad breath?
Yeah. Ever not known the name of someone you kissed?
Yeah. Ever kissed someone on a dare/as part of a game?
Yeah. Kissed someone you didn’t really like just to make someone else jealous?
Um, not really. Ever had a really horrible kissing experience?
Oh yes. Ever been called a bad kisser?
No, not to my face anyway 😂. Ever called someone else a bad kisser?
Yup. Where’s the most public place you’ve ever made out with someone?
A club, park, town. Where’s the most private place you’ve ever made out with someone?
My bedroom. Ever kissed some out of pity just so they would stop badgering you?
Yeah. Ever kissed someone just to forget about someone else?
Yep. Ever thought of someone else while you were kissing someone?
Yeah. Do you usually kiss on the first date?
Yeah, I think a kiss is fine on a first date.