That sad realization that not only did the undiagnosed autism lead to me not realizing my "friends" were actually bullying me the whole time I knew them but I was also unintentionally doing something similar to neurotypical friends because I didn't understand how we thought differently

Temptation

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pairing - silas x forbes,fem!reader

type - fluffy smut, angst

note / request - “can i request a silas fic where the reader is Caroline's lil sis and Silas likes to annoy her, and he likes her a lot. Then Care and Damon are always into protective sibling modes where silas is around y/n. So one day they catch y/n making out w him, and then theres a lot of banter again” this was really fun to write! im not gonna rewrite background info lol so make sure to read the request. also the timeline of events is a little fuzzy so i apologise if i make a mistake. enjoy :)

summary - damon and caroline find you making out with the enemy, who just happens to be silas 

warnings / includes - language, sibling fighting, steamy make out, sexual tension heheh, you’re in your senior year of high school, suggestive

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*gif isn't mine*

“Hello, doll face,” Silas greeted behind you.

You jumped at his voice, but quickly settled down. “Hey, Silas,” you said dully.

“Why the long face, princess?” Silas asked. 

“Because you’re here,” you said. “Oh, that’s so mean. You’ve hurt my feelings,” Silas pouted. 

“Well, I’m not supposed to be talking to you anyways,” you stated matter-of-factly. 

“Ugh, you are such a goody two shoes. It’s cute, but annoying. Why not break the rules? I know you want to,” Silas said, leaning over the top of the couch, his face going right next to your’s.

You inhaled deeply, your heart pounding against your chest. You were attracted to him, no doubt about that, but if you even considered shaking his hand, Caroline and Damon would kill you. And you definitely didn’t want that.

“I can read your mind, Y/n. I know you want to kiss me, so go ahead,” he whispered. 

You didn’t turn your head, but your eyes wandered to the left. You got a good view of his lips, which made butterflies flutter in your stomach. It was so tempting to close the gap between you two, but you knew better than that. You turned your head the other way, standing up from the couch. You packed up your school work, deciding to leave the Salvatore house and go to your own. 

You were at the Salvatore house because Damon had offered to help you with your history homework. You took the offer and you two had been studying for a few hours. He had left you for 30 minutes to go and get you two lunch. In those 30 minutes, Silas had wandered into the house, looking for you. 

You pulled out your phone, texting Damon to go to your house instead of back to his. 

“Where are ya going?” Silas asked. 

“Home,” you mumbled, keeping your head down and walking to the front door. 

Silas stood in front of the door, making you look up at him with an annoyed frown. 

“Please let me go,” you said. 

“No, I’d rather see you beg,” Silas smirked. You rolled your eyes. “Please. Damon is waiting for me at my house with food.”

“Oh! Well, why don’t I just go with you, then? I’d love to see Damon.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you chuckled. “Why not? I can just pretend to be his brother! I’ve fooled lots of people already,” Silas smiled. 

“I think Damon will notice. Especially if I’m there,” you said.  “I’ll just sneak in then,” Silas suggested. 

“No, Silas! I just want to go home alone. Leave me alone,” you said sternly, looking him straight in the eyes. You went to push him out of the way, but his hands grabbed ahold of your wrists. His strong grip made goosebumps rush up your forearms.

Silas couldn’t help but smirk. You rarely ever had outbursts. He thought it was incredibly sexy and cute when you put your foot down. Especially when it pertained to him. 

“You are so adorable when you’re mad. You're so small, too. I can’t help but not take you seriously,” Silas chuckled. 

Your eyes went wide and you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. You masked your embarrassment by groaning and running your fingers through your hair in frustration. “Just let me go! Please. I’m hungry and tired and really need to study for my test.”

“What is your test over, anyways? History? Cause if so, I could help you out. I bet I know more than Damon,” Silas said. 

“No thanks, bro, she’s all taken care of,” Damon said from behind Silas. 

“You tattled that I was here! So naughty of you,” Silas glared at you playfully. 

“Step out of the way, Silas. Otherwise I will snap your neck,” Damon sneered. 

Silas sighed. “Fine! I’m only obeying because I want to kiss you before I die.”

“Fat chance of that. C’mon, Y/n. I got you a burger and those onion rings you like,” Damon said.

“Thanks, Damon,” you smiled gratefully at him. 

“See you later, doll face!” Silas called out as you walked to your car. 

“I’m sorry about him. I should make you the owner of the house,” Damon said. 

You shrugged, “It’s alright. He would never actually hurt me.”

“Well, we don’t know that,” Damon said. 

“Yes, we do. Sure, he might threaten to kill me sometimes, but his liking for me trumps any chance of him killing me. I don’t fear him, he’s just extremely annoying,” you said, getting in your car.

“Agreed,” Damon said. 

You two drove to your house, eating lunch and studying for a few more hours. Caroline and Elena then came home, talking to you and Damon about a party at the Grill. 

“Can I come?” You asked. 

“Um, yeah, sure,” Caroline nodded. 

You smiled excitedly. You barley went to any of these parties. You usually were at home studying or hiding away in your house because Caroline and Damon were always worried for you, but Caroline figured that since she and Damon and everyone else would be there, they would be able to protect you. 

So you took a quick shower and got ready for the night. You put on ripped jeans and a black, spaghetti-strapped top with a jean jacket. You put on heeled boots and put on some silver jewellery, as well as lined your eyes with eyeliner and painted your lips red with lipstick.

“Oh, you look so cute!” Elena exclaimed as you walked out of your room. 

“Thanks, Elena,” you smiled at her. 

“No, go change,” Caroline said. “Why?” You frowned. 

“Because Silas could be there and that outfit would tempt him even more,” Damon explained. 

You rolled your eyes. “So when Klaus was here, Caroline could wear anything, but I guess since I’m younger and a human, I can’t? That’s so unfair.”

“She’s right, guys. I hate Silas as much as you two, but let her dress how she wants. We’ll be there to protect her. Plus, if Silas thinks she’s hot, then good for her. She is,” Elena agreed with you. 

You smiled at her. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” she smiled. 

“Ugh, fine! But no drinking, okay?” Caroline said. 

“Ay, ay captain,” you said. You four went out to Elena’s SUV, driving to the Grill. 

Loud music blasted into your ears as soon as you stepped inside. You smiled as you saw everything dancing and having the time of their life. 

“Shots?” Caroline suggested. 

“Hell yeah!” Elena squealed. 

“Iced tea for you, Y/n?” Caroline asked. “Yes, please,” you nodded. 

“Alright, you guys go to the pool table. I’ll be back,” Caroline said. 

“Where is Stefan?” You asked, looking around the bar and walking to the pool table that was conveniently empty. 

“Right here!” 

You turned around, smiling once you saw Stefan in a grey shirt, jeans, and his leather jacket. You went to hug him, but Damon stopped you. 

“Ah, ah, ah. How do we know it isn’t Silas?” Damon asked. 

Stefan rolled his eyes. He pulled out a blood bag from his pocket, taking it and drinking it quickly. 

“Alright, alright, we know it’s you. Cool it on the blood, brother. Don’t want to go into a bloodlust,” Damon said, taking the empty bag and throwing it in the trash. 

“Well, I don’t really know how else to prove I’m not Silas,” Stefan sighed. “Can I get that hug now?”

You smiled and nodded, wrapping your arms around him. 

Between everyone else, Damon and Stefan were your best friends. They were like the brothers you’ve never had, protecting you and teasing you whenever they felt like it was necessary. You hadn’t seen Stefan in a while since he was found in the safe, but you were glad to see he was okay. 

“Glad to see you’re okay, Stef,” you said, pulling back. 

“And I’m glad to see you haven’t fallen victim to my doppelgänger,” Stefan smiled. 

Caroline came back with shots, pleasantly surprised to see Stefan. 

“Stefan! You’re here! Oh, my God the whole gang is here!” She squealed, putting down the shots and engulfing Stefan is a big hug. 

“I’m excited to be here, too. This is the first time I’ve really gone out for fun. I hope nothing goes wrong,” Stefan joked. 

“Well, if any of you spot Silas, make sure to not let him get close to Y/n. We don’t know what he could do to her,” Caroline said.

You rolled your eyes at her concern, but didn’t say anything. You knew it would end up with you two arguing and that was the last thing anything wanted. Forbes were very controlling and heated when they got angry.

You took your tea and sipped on it as Damon downed the first shot. 

“Wait, are we playing in teams?” You asked. 

“Yeah, which one do you wanna be one? Damon and I’s?” Stefan asked. 

“Definitely yours,” you said. “Oh, what! You know I win all the time,” Damon said. 

“Yeah, but when you lose you get so mad. It’s hilarious,” you giggled.

“True, it is cute,” Elena smirked. 

Damon rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You two are so annoying.”

You smiled and played with your friends for a little while. It came to a time where everyone was too tipsy to where they could barely walk, so you were in charge of getting the drinks. Damon and Caroline, despite being pretty much drunk, stayed close behind you. 

“Hey, Matt,” you smiled at the boy working behind the bar. “Hey, Y/n! Let me guess, more shots and another iced tea?” He asked. 

“You guessed right,” you chuckled. 

“So, how is school?” He asked. 

“Pretty good. History is kicking my ass, per usual. It’s weird because I’m surrounded by history buffs,” you said. 

“Well, I know you have Damon helping you, but Stefan is a lot better at tutoring, in my opinion. I know he’s been having a rough time, though,” Matt said. 

“He has, which is why I should be your tutor,” Silas smirked next to you. 

You jumped slightly, surprised to see him there. You looked at him, seeing him wearing a dark navy shirt and jeans. Your eyes stared at his biceps and his strong, broad shoulders. Once you noticed him smirking at you, you looked back to the drinks Matt was filling. 

“Now I get the silent treatment? C’mon, not fair,” Silas whined.

“You shouldn’t be here, man,” Matt said. 

“Yeah, and what are you gonna do about, it huh?” Silas taunted, looking at Matt with narrow, menacing eyes. 

Matt rolled his eyes, putting the tequila shots and your drink on a tray and handing them to you. 

“Thanks, Matt,” you smiled.

You took the tray, ready to turn around and walk away from Silas. He put his arm up, planning to grab your arm to stop you, but Caroline and Damon used their vamp speed to push him back. 

“Don’t you dare touch her,” Caroline sneered. Veins were circulating under her eyes and she bared her fangs. 

Silas smirked, not at all fazed. “Oh, please, I could kill both of you so fast, you couldn’t have chance to say bye to Y/n. Now, let me go, Damon.”

Damon’s grip on Silas’s arms tightened. “Not a chance. We’re going outside and I’m gonna make sure you are far away from here.”

Damon then took Silas to the exit, Silas looking back at you and giving you a wink. Caroline groaned in disgust and took the tray away from you. 

“You okay?” She asked. 

“I’m fine, Care! He wasn’t going to hurt me,” you glared at her. 

“You don’t know that! Why are you defending him? Doesn't he annoy you?” Caroline asked. 

“Yeah, he does,” you said, your voice trailing off at the end, alluding to something else.

Caroline stared at you intensely, gasping once she put the pieces together. “You… You like him? Ugh, why! He’s a monster.”

“I don’t like him! God, why is that always your first assumption?” You asked.

“Because you obviously are having physical reactions to him. We all see the way you look down in shyness when he flirts with you, and we can hear your heart racing. We just hoped you wouldn’t give in,” Caroline sighed. 

“I’m not! I don’t like him in any way, okay? Just because I defend someone doesn’t mean I automatically like them!”

“That’s what you always say! You need to get rid of those feelings, Y/n. He’s not a good person.”

You closed your eyes in frustration, sighing roughly. “I’m going to the bathroom to cool down. When I come out, you better not say anything else about me liking Silas.”

You spun on your heels, storming off to the bathroom. You washed your hands, putting them to your forehead to cool yourself down. 

“Feelings for Silas, please,” you scoffed to yourself. 

“She’s right. I know it, you know it. Everyone does.”

You looked in the mirror, jumping once you saw Silas behind you. You turned around quickly. 

“H-How did you get in here?” You asked.

“I knocked Damon out,” he shrugged. 

“What?! Is he okay?” You asked. “Yes, he’s fine. I know that you would hate me if I killed one of your friends,” he said.

You sighed, “I have to go. They’re waiting for me.” You went to the door, but Silas once again blocked the entrance. 

“You gotta be quicker, Y/n. Someday you might find yourself in real trouble,” Silas smiled down at you. 

“You are real trouble,” you retorted.

“Oh, we both know that’s not true. If I was then you’d be screaming for your life. But you’re just standing there, looking so incredibly kissable,” Silas said, shamelessly looking at your lips. 

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, and you looked down to hide your face. “No, I just don’t want to make a scene,” you mumbled. 

Silas put his hand on your chin, making your eyes meet his. “While that is true, you also having feelings for me.”

You stepped away from him, his hand falling to his side. “I don’t. You’re evil and cheated on your girlfriend. No girl wants to be with a guy like that.”

“Elena practically cheated on Stefan emotionally, you’re still friends with her,” Silas stated. 

You furrowed your brows, not sure what to say back. He was correct, but you knew that wasn’t the point. You needed to get out of there otherwise Caroline and Damon would freak out. 

Silas walked towards you slowly, like you were his prey that he was stalking. You turned around, not wanting to look at him. Silas grinned, seeing as his plan would work out even better now that you were facing the mirrors. 

He put his hand on your bare arm, dragging his fingertips up your skin. 

“I’m so glad you took off the leather jacket. Your outfit looks so much better without it,” he murmured. 

You immediately froze. Your eyes were glued to the two of you in the mirror. You watched as his hand went up to your shoulders, pressing down lightly on your muscles. 

“Shouldn’t you be running, Y/n?” Silas asked, moving. your hair out of the way so he could get a better view of your neck. 

You knew you should, but his touch felt so good. It weirdly calmed your nerves down, but also made you flustered as hell. You would be lying if you said you didn’t want to stay in this bathroom and let him take you. Silas smiled at your thoughts, lowering his lips down to your shoulder. 

“I can totally take you right here if you want,” he whispered, his lips making contact with your skin. 

You inhaled sharply, finding yourself stumbling back into his chest. His other arm went around your waist, holding you close to him.

“Your skin is so soft, doll face,” he said while kissing up your neck. 

You watched him in the mirror, your stomach doing flips. Your legs felt weak and heat gathered in between your thighs. You had honestly wanted to kiss him this whole time. You decided a few more minutes in the bathroom couldn’t hurt. 

So you turned around, crashing your lips onto his. Silas smiled as you kissed him, his hands trailing down to your legs. He lifted you up with ease, taking you to the sink and placing you on the counter. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands running themselves through his hair. 

“Silas,” you breathed out as you felt his hands on your thighs, going higher and higher. 

“You like that, princess?” He hummed, his fingers going higher until they reached your clothed entrance. He pulled away, grinning and looking you in the eyes. 

“Uh-huh,” you hummed, pulling his face close to yours roughly.

Your lips collided again, your heart and brain exploding. Kissing him felt like heaven.

Silas mirrored your neediness and put his hands on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You pressed your chest up to him more, your hands going down from his head to the bottom of his shirt. You lifted it up, Silas pulling away so you could pull it off of him. You sat back and admired his abs and muscles, excitement growing in between your thighs. 

You dove down to his neck, kissing and sucking lightly. Your hands explored his chest, tracing along his prominate abs. Silas breathed heavily into your ear, groaning as you found his sweet spot. 

“Oh, Y/n,” he panted. 

You smirked against his skin. Before you could put your hands on his belt, the bathroom door burst open. You saw Caroline and Damon standing, eyes huge and mouths agape. 

“What the hell!” Caroline shrieked. 

Your eyes widened and you pushed Silas away from you, getting off the counter. 

“Really, Y/n? You pick him to make out with in the bathroom?” Damon groaned. 

“It is just happened,” you shrugged sheepishly. 

“Yeah, she’s a really good kisser,” Silas smirked. “I never would have expected it since she’s shy and all, but man, she is wil-”

“You shut the hell up. And you,” Caroline pointed to you. “Are going home. now.”

“He wasn’t hurting me, Care,” you said. 

Caroline looked at you two incredulously. “You’re making her say this! You pressured her, didn’t you!” She pointed to Silas. 

“He’s not! I was the one who kissed him first,” you admitted. “Yeah, but I helped a little,” Silas smirked. 

Caroline made her vampire face and lunged at Silas, to which Damon pulled her back. 

“Alright, blondie, why don’t you take Y/n home and I’ll deal with Silas, okay?” Damon said. 

Caroline huffed and nodded, grabbing you by the arm roughly. 

“We’ll continue another time, doll face!” Silas exclaimed. 

“No, you will not,” Damon glared.

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Happy Holidays everybody! Sorry this is a bit late! This is my Secret Santa gift as part of @secret-santa-klaus

My gift is for @skull-w-cigarette , I hope you like it!

Note: this takes places in some kind of alternate timeline where the Hargreeves meet up on a less of an urgent timeline in the 60s. Around the same time but maybe a few weeks later, closer to Christmas. I apologize for the plot not being better thought out, I just thought of the idea and ran with it. Hope you like it! (I also apologize for the lack of a cut, I’m on mobile, I will fix it as soon as I get to a computer)

Allison had almost forgotten her alibi. She grimaced as she looked down at the shopping bags on her arm, filled with hurriedly bought presents. Whatever size shoe that was, she did not think it was actually her husbands. She hadn’t actually went out to go shopping on a Saturday afternoon. She had been having lunch with her sister, which she knew she didn’t have to hide from her husband, but the truth was she wasn’t ready to explain it all. Yes, she had one sister but no her sister didn’t remember who she was and yes they were all adopted. Once she got to that point, she would have to explain who had adopted them, and it was going to keep getting more and more complicated after that. He had already been spooked by two of her brothers and she was going to get to explaining everything, she promised herself, but she just needed a little more time. She let out a deep breath before opening her front door. She smiled as soon as she did and noticed that Ray had decorated while she was gone. The Christmas tree was up and covered with tinsel and there were already presents wrapped under the tree. “Awww” she couldn’t help murmur audibly. He was so sweet. She felt a pang of guilt in her stomach when she thought of the poorly chosen shoes and the half-baked lie he would never suspect.

“Ray?” She called, the smile could be heard in her voice “don’t worry about hanging the mistletoe. You don’t need the help.” She joked in a sing song voice, peaking around corners in search of her husband.“Honey!” Rays’ familiar voice exclaimed, coming out of the kitchen, his arms wide open ready for a hug which Allison immediately excepted. Hey!” She playfully smacked his hand when he tried to look in the bag. “No peaking!” She scolded. Ray chucked and backed away “sorry sweetheart, I just can’t help it!”Allison quickly stuffed the bags in the coat closet, promising herself she would buy better gifts later. Ray excitedly grabbed her hands and started gently pulling her to the kitchen. “Now follow me, I got something to show you!” “Did you decorate the kitchen too?” Allison asked excitedly.“Not quite” Ray winked as he slipped behind her and covered her eyes. “No peaking” he repeated, laughing. Allison smiles impatiently. She heard some kind of scraping sound? No, it was more like a slobbering and a scraping sound and then heavy breathing. “What on earth do you have in here, Ray?” She asked, still amused but growing skeptical. “Surprise!” Ray exclaimed when lifted his hands over her eyes to reveal a small golden colored dog happily eating from a brand-new doggy dish in the kitchen floor. “A dog, Ray? It’s a bit early for Christmas...l” she began slowly, not wanting to hurt his feelings but I little surprised he had never asked her about pets before making this decision. She rationalized that perhaps pet buying wasn’t considered as series of a decision as it was in the future and resisted the urge to get upset. Ray put a calming hand on her shoulder, noticing the worry creases on his wife’s forehead. “Now don’t worry!” He calmed “He’s not for us, he’s for your brother!”

Allison’s eyes went wide. “My brother?! Ray, which brother of mine do you think would be capable of this kind of responsibility…Klaus can barely take care of himself, and I think Luther would like a dog, and could probably take care of one, but I don’t really know where he’s living right now, and his current job is kind of unpredictable…and a pet could be used as leverage…” Ray took Allison’s hands in his own and gently pulled her closer to him. “Baby, slow down. He’s for your little brother! How old is he 11? 13? Where have you been hiding him?” Allison took a deep breath as she realized which brother he must have met. “Five?” She asked. “Pardon?” Ray asked, obviously confused. “He’s…five…years…old?” He asked, slowly. “I mean I know he’s young, but he definitely seemed older than ten….is he a leap year baby or something?” Allison waved her hands in a criss-cross motion. Even though she had regained her voice, she still used motioned with her hands more than she used to. “No, sorry…that’s his…nick-name. Five…” She backed up to lean against the counter. “I’m sorry, when did you meet me ‘little’ brother?” “This morning actually. It was a little scary at first. I came down a little late for breakfast and he a was just sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. It was kind of cute though, after you know, the fear of an intruder wore off.”

Allison nodded. “Okay...what did she say?” “He just asked where you were and I said you were out but he could stay or I could drive him home but he said it was fine and he would stop by later, downed the coffee in the cup and left. I don’t think I’ve ever met a kid that...sophisticated before if that’s even the right word.” Allison laughed “theres a lot of word you could use to describe my brother.”

Alison felt hot breath on her ankles and looked down to see the puppy jumping on her legs, desperately trying to jump up closer to her face. She had almost forgotten about him. He had finished devouring his food and now wanted attention. She scooped him up in her arms and scratched his head.

“Aw, Ray you really shouldn’t have, but he is adorable...” she nuzzled the puppy’s head with her chin and pouted. “can we keep him?”Ray laughed “if your brother doesn’t want him then, sure.” He said warmly. “I guess we should ask his..your...parents?” He said slowly and unsure, hoping Allison would jump in with some more enlightening information. She didn’t. She took a few moments before putting down the wriggly puppy in her arms back on the floor. “Let’s go sit down and talk.”

Ray’s biggest take away from Allison’s limited explanation of her siblings seemed to be that Five was living somewhere alone. Or at least somewhere unknown. She had tried to explain that wasn’t really as alarming as it seemed, he could take care of himself. “He spent years alone” she explained. That only made Ray more concerned. “He’s staying with us.” He kept saying definitively. “At least for a little while.” Allison tried to explain that it was probably impossible to convince him of this and that he might be staying with her brother, but he was insistent. “Won’t people ask questions if we..?” “Have a little white boy living with us?” Ray finished “yes they will. But we’re going to figure it out. He is your brother and even the simplest of minds are going to have to accept that.”

When Five came back the next day, Ray found him in the kitchen again, sipping coffee out of the same mug. “Is she here?” He asked politely but matter of fact, looking up from his coffee to briefly flash a polite smile before looking a way again. There was something so unusual yet familiar about his demeanor that Ray found a bit unnerving but also kind of amusing.

“She is...but before she comes down, there’s something I want to show you.”

Five cocked an eyebrow. “Okay...” he looked at Ray for a a minute, sighed then got up.

“Wait one second!” Ray said excitedly, holding up a finger before dashing into the other rooms

Five sighed again and sat back down to finish his coffee. He thought he might just sneak upstairs to talk to his sister or better yet, leave through the kitchen window. He decided against it if not just for curiosity’s sake. Although he didn’t think that Allison would be able to stay with her husband since they had to go back home and fix the timeline, he did want to at least make sure he was as nice and as well meaning as he seemed.

“Okay you can come into the living room now!” Ray called. He was sitting on the floor, under the Christmas tree holding a box, that seemed be struggling out of his grasp. He had been gently holding down the lose fitting lid and let go as soon as he saw his brother-in-law. Out a sprang a little golden brown puppy right towards Five. Five took a step back and cocked his head at Ray in confusion. “A..dog?”

“Uhh yeah...he’s for you..” Ray was suddenly a bit flustered. This wasn’t the reaction he expected. Did he just buy this boy a dog because he had never got one as a boy, he briefly wondered. “Allison and I..well we were hoping..”. “We wanted to let you know you could stay here.” Allison’s voice cut in. Ray turned to see his wife smiling in the doorway.

“The lady of the house has spoken!” Ray said as he walked over the to her and kissed her forehead. “Good morning, dear.” He murmured.

Five looked at the couple incredulously.

“I won’t be doing that. I’m staying with our brothers and another guy. It’s all good.”

Ray started protesting, Allison just looked at her brother with a thin lipped smile, totally unsurprised. She touched Rays shoulder, to let him know it was okay.

Five got up and dusted himself off “Allison, let’s catch up some other time. This address.” He handed her a card with small neat handwriting. “I will be taking Mr. Pennycrumb though.” He said matter of factly, reaching to shake Ray’s hand. “Thank you, Raymond.” He said before scooping up the puppy and going out the front door.

Raymond looked dumbfounded at his wife who just shrugged. Ray laughed, leading Allison to laugh. “Let’s go get some breakfast, sweetie.”

He said taking her hand.

Allison’s eyes went wide. “My brother?! Ray, which brother of mine do you think would be capable of this kind of responsibility…Klaus can barely take care of himself, and I think Luther would like a dog, and could probably take care of one, but I don’t really know where he’s living right now, and his current job is kind of unpredictable…and a pet could be used as leverage…” Ray took Allison’s hands in his own and gently pulled her closer to him. “Baby, slow down. He’s for your little brother! How old is he 11? 13? Where have you been hiding him?” Allison took a deep breath as she realized which brother he must have met. “Five?” She asked. “Pardon?” Ray asked, obviously confused. “He’s…five…years…old?” He asked, slowly. “I mean I know he’s young, but he definitely seemed older than ten….is he a leap year baby or something?” Allison waved her hands in a criss-cross motion. Even though she had regained her voice, she still used motioned with her hands more than she used to. “No, sorry…that’s his…nick-name. Five…” She backed up to lean against the counter. “I’m sorry, when did you meet me ‘little’ brother?”

“This morning actually. It was a little scary at first. I came down a little late for breakfast and he a was just sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. It was kind of cute though, after you know, the fear of an intruder wore off.”

Allison nodded. “Okay...what did he say?” “He just asked where you were and I said you were out but he could stay or I could drive him home but he just said it was fine and he would stop by later, downed the coffee in the cup and left. I don’t think I’ve ever met a kid that...sophisticated before if that’s even the right word.” Allison laughed “theres a lot of word you could use to describe my brother.”

Alison felt hot breath on her ankles and looked down to see the puppy jumping on her legs, desperately trying to jump up closer to her face. She had almost forgotten about him. He had finished devouring his food and now wanted attention. She scooped him up in her arms and scratched his head.

“Aw, Ray you really shouldn’t have, but he is adorable...” she nuzzled the puppy’s head with her chin and pouted. “can we keep him?”

Ray laughed “if your brother doesn’t want him then, sure.” He said warmly. “I guess we should ask his..your...parents?” He said slowly and unsure, hoping Allison would jump in with some more enlightening information. She didn’t. She took a few moments before putting down the wriggly puppy in her arms back on the floor. “Let’s go sit down and talk.”

Ray’s biggest take away from Allison’s limited explanation of her siblings seemed to be that Five was living somewhere alone. Or at least somewhere unknown. She had tried to explain that wasn’t really as alarming as it seemed, he could take care of himself. “He spent years alone” she explained. That only made Ray more concerned. “He’s staying with us.” He kept saying definitively. “At least for a little while.” Allison tried to explain that it was probably impossible to convince him of this and that he might be staying with her brother, but he was insistent. “Won’t people ask questions if we..?” “Have a little white boy living with us?” Ray finished “yes they will. But we’re going to figure it out. He is your brother and even the simplest of minds are going to have to accept that.”

When Five came back the next day, Ray found him in the kitchen again, sipping coffee out of the same mug. “Is she here?” He asked politely but matter of fact, looking up from his coffee to briefly flash a polite smile before looking a way again.

There was something so unusual yet familiar about his demeanor that Ray found a bit unnerving but also kind of amusing.

“She is...but before she comes down, there’s something I want to show you.”

Five cocked an eyebrow. “Okay...” he looked at Ray for a a minute, sighed then got up.

“Wait one second!” Ray said excitedly, holding up a finger before dashing into the other rooms

Five sighed again and sat back down to finish his coffee. He thought he might just sneak upstairs to talk to his sister or better yet, leave through the kitchen window. He decided against it if not just for curiosity’s sake. Although he didn’t think that Allison would be able to stay with her husband since they had to go back home and fix the timeline, he did want to at least make sure he was as nice and as well meaning as he seemed.

“Okay you can come into the living room now!” Ray called.

He was sitting on the floor, under the Christmas tree holding a box, that seemed be struggling out of his grasp. He had been gently holding down the lose fitting lid and let go as soon as he saw his brother-in-law. Out a sprang a little golden brown puppy right towards Five. Five took a step back and cocked his head at Ray in confusion. “A..dog?”

“Uhh yeah...he’s for you..” Ray was suddenly a bit flustered. This wasn’t the reaction he expected. Did he just buy this boy a dog because he had never got one as a boy, he briefly wondered. “Allison and I..well we were hoping..”

“We wanted to let you know you could stay here.” Allison’s voice cut in. Ray turned to see his wife smiling in the doorway.

“The lady of the house has spoken!” Ray said as he walked over the to her and kissed her forehead. “Good morning, dear.” He murmured.

Five looked at the couple incredulously, absent minded petting the puppy that was climbing all over me.

“I won’t be doing that. I’m staying with our brothers and another guy. It’s all good.”

Ray started protesting, Allison just looked at her brother with a thin lipped smile, totally unsurprised. She touched Rays shoulder, to let him know it was okay.

Five got up and dusted himself off “Allison, let’s catch up some other time. This address.” He handed her a card with small neat handwriting. “I will be taking Mr. Pennycrumb though.” He said matter of factly, reaching to shake Ray’s hand. “Thank you, Raymond.” He said before scooping up the puppy and going out the front door.

Raymond looked dumbfounded at his wife who just shrugged. Ray laughed, leading Allison to laugh. “Let’s go get some breakfast, sweetie.”

He said taking her hand.

(Half a year since Lila was taken)

Spicy paused, slowing down as she neared the entrance to Mint Eye. Hearing voices outside the door, she peaked through a window.

Vanderwood and Saeran.

And MulletMan was holding a gun to Emo Cowboy.

Shit.

Thankfully Vanderwoods back was towards the entrance, and spotting a rock near the entrance, Spicy knew what to do. If she could be able to do it fast enough, however, was a different question.

"I'm sorry this day's come. I should have been more uptight with you-"

"HEY MULLETMAN!" Once Vanderwood had turned towards Spicy, he was met with a rock in the face. "Ack! What the-?!"

Quickly grabbing Unknowns arm, Spicy started to run, tugging him along towards the forest.

There's only a limited time before he recovers, amd considering the fact that Vanderwoods a secret agent he'll catch up quickly. We could hide in the forest but that'll only help for a short amount of time, and the fact that he has a fucking gun, the chances aren't really in our favor. That and the fact that my eyesight is still shit from the last vision two weeks ago-

Her train of thought was interrupted by a gunshot, towards their general direction but missing. Pushing Saeran to the left, she headed towards the right, shouting a quick "Run!" To him.

Okay, good. Vanderwood knows my location now, and theres a good chance he may use me to lure out Saeran. Hopefully the poly trio will be out here by then.

That was the plan, however, the way the world was starting to spin told her that there were other plans. Seeing her already blurry world start spinning, Spicy didnt see the tree root, or the gloved hands reaching out towards her before the world turned blue.

Glowing blue, everywhere.

Sickly sweet, burning down her throat.

The barrel of a gun, straight at her.

Pain in her shoulder.

Worried brown eyes and blue hair.

And then darkness once again.

When she woke up, she jolted upright with fear in her eyes. Her vision was still blurry and it felt like she was underwater, a hand came to her shoulder and just eased her back down against whatever she was laying against. It was a solid surface, though, she knew that she was inside somewhere. 

There was a low hum in the air that felt like a... car? 

“Oh thank God, she’s awake.” 

“Does she not wake up after those episodes very quickly?” 

“Um... hard to say. I’m normally in charge of making sure that she’s alright since Unk... Saeran, I mean, is too busy getting the work done on the servers. I’m not great at hacking... so... I’m better suited to taking care of people. I guess.” 

“You feeling okay, kid?” a hand brushed against her forehead, it felt cold in comparison to her warmth. The voice didn't sound very familiar but it felt like she could trust it, and another voice came after that. “Don’t worry, you’re okay. Judas found you before Vanderwood did. You’re safe.”

“Judas...?” Spicy murmured, brows furthered. That was when her eyes opened with a snap and she stared, wide-eyed at a girl with blonde hair and a girl with brown hair. One of them was one she knew and the other one was the only one she knew because of Lila. 

She was in a car... with the Poly trio and Lila. Saeran wasn’t there. This didn’t add up at first. But, then again, she had changed the timeline when she made sure that Lila would never face the punishment she did in the other timeline as elixir burned into her veins and drove her mad. 

She was still herself, still kind and forgiving. 

She had tricked Minji because Saeran told her to do it. Spicy had directed her to pick Minji as the tester after she had found no trace of Bora on the streets or in her mind’s eye. She would try to find that girl later if she was around, but it was about life or death in Magenta. 

She hadn’t realized that Vanderwood would come so quickly. 

But, she... 

She stopped them and...

Saeran! 

“Where is he? Where is that emo cowboy?” she blurted, looking at Lila with a nervous look in her eyes. “Please, don’t tell me that the mullet man took him away.” 

“...They nabbed Saeran before we could stop them,” she replied, a hint of shame in her voice. “I tried... I tried to reason with him, Spicy, but he... he wouldn’t even listen to me like you said he would... he just... he just stormed off after Saeyoung tried to—”

Lila’s voice died to a whisper and she went silent. Her hand pressed against her lap and the car went quiet. From the front seat, Spicy heard the sound of a snort. This was a serious time but to hear Saeyoung’s voice brought her to ease. “Why didn’t I think of that one comeback? That’s a good one.” 

“I’ve had more time to think about it ever since I had a vision of them taking Saeran,” Spicy replied, matter-of-factly. “You’ve been caught up trying to save him like Lila n’ I, hacker man. Well, I hope you have, but I have the feeling that you’ve been distracted by Minji’s pretty eyes again this entire time and Judas won’t stop telling you to go for it.” 

“...Is she always like that?” 

“All the time.” 

Your Past... Pt 2.

Characters: Jon Moxley x reader (OFC)

Summary: He was your best friend for the longest time, and now he’s reemerged in your life. All the feelings you once had start to resurface. It gets complicated.

Warnings:  borderline infidelity.

Categories: eventual smut, fluff, angst - again all the good stuff

The night was coming to an end, Brandi invited you out at the end of the show to go get drinks with some of the roster and you could honestly use it after taking a trip down memory lane. A terrible, horrible, trip down memory lane. And now all you wanted to do was avoid Jon, because you could feel yourself feeling how awful he made you feel after things ended. Unfortunately for you, he wasn't wanting to avoid you.

"Hey" he said approaching your area. You were almost done cleaning your makeup brushes. Once you packed everything up the crew would transport everything to the next location. "Hey" you said with a smile to him. "Mind if I sit?" he asks. "Go ahead." "Ouch, you not looking at me brings back memories." You shake your head and let out a laugh, "Seriously Jon?" you say. He laughs when he see's your smile, "Sorry. Last time I saw you in person.. it sucked." You nodded, "Yeah it did, didn't it." "Yeah..I question myself all the time if I did the right thing." You glance at him, "You're married." you say matter of factly. "Heh.. yeah." he says hesitantly. "Trouble in paradise?" you ask, did you care though? you thought to yourself. "For a while, but I don't want to bore you with that. How's Brian?" he asks raising an eyebrow at you. You lean against the table to face Jon. "That ended 6 months ago." "Damn.. I'm sorry." But he wasn't. "How do you know about Brian?" you ask. "Instagram." he says shrugging.

Your phone goes off, it's a text from Brandi asking where you were. "Oh shit." you say out loud. "Whats up?" "Brandi asked if I would go out tonight, can you give me a ride?" you ask then smile cutely at him. "Oh yeah, I was supposed to be there too. Yeah of course I'll give you a ride dummy." he says with a smirk. You smack his arm, damn has he gotten bigger since the last time you saw him, in a very good way. He laughs at you and looks at you ...he looks at you the way he used to look at you and it makes your heart race. "You all done here?" he asks. You nod your head, then bed over to grab your purse, and yep his eyes are all over you. All he can think about his grabbing you from behind and fucking your brains out. "Fuck" he says under his breath. You stand up and turn around to look at him and you almost laugh at him. "Did I say that out loud?" he says, he's flirting and you know it. "Yeah you did." you say. "You look really good." he says gesturing. You look to the side, "Thanks."

You walk in silence till you reach his rental. He opens the car door for you, "Aw thanks" you said and he laughs. "You always made me laugh." he says as you get inside. He stands in between the car and the door and looks at you and you turn back after you buckle, "Jon." you say because he's looking at you still...that look you knew all too well. "I want to kiss you so bad, y/n" You look in his eyes and get lost, "I know." you say nodding your head. He leans towards you, he's hesitant at first - things are rocky in his marriage and he's given up clearly. And then you pull him towards you and he presses his lips against yours. Your hand roams to unbuckle to the seat belt to free your body as you get out of the car and your back is against the door to the backseat of the SUV. His hands are tangled in your hair and you pull him towards you feeling him grow hard against you. He breaks the kiss and leans his forehead against yours. "Holy shit I've missed you." he whispers, then kisses you softly. You mouth won't let you say it back to him, even though you have. As long as he stayed away you never thought about him, but clearly for the last 3 years you still weighed heavily on his mind. You pull him closer one more time so that your lips touch. "We should get to that bar." you say. He steps back and nods, "Yeah good call." he says. You get back into the car and he gets in the driver seat. You pull up the address on your phone and put on the GPS. "Should I have not kissed you?" he asks after a few minutes of silence. "I..honestly don't know." you say. "I mean you're married Jon.." "But its you." he says quickly in rebuttal. "You also ended our..." you pause "friendship" for her." He sighs, "I know.." then he pauses, "I wish you told me how you honestly felt." "Would it had made a difference?" you ask. "Yeah it would have." he says almost sounding irritated. "See that's the thing, you always did that.. or I guess do that" "Do what?!" "Downplay how special you are to me. Or downplay how you feel because you don't want to be rejected. You had a relationship after me for a few years, clearly it's just me you do this with." You roll your eyes, "Don't roll your eyes." he says. Which makes you do it again. "So if I told you back then I was in love with you, you wouldn't have ran away?" "No!" "Bullshit, you were just as scared. I overheard you saying so many times to your buddies you didn't want to be locked-down." He shakes his head like he's disagreeing, and now you're 5 minutes away from this bar. "It's true Jon." "Fine I was an asshole, but all I ever wanted you to do was to be honest with me about how you felt. And you never could. So I had to let you go, and it fucking sucked." You had no words, and he pulled up and parked the car. "Thanks for the ride Jon." you say then go to get out of the car but he pulls your hand back and you're forced to look at him. He leans over and kisses you again, you give into him again and then gently push him off of you. "I can't do this with you. Not if you're still married." you say. "We're separated." he says. You almost want to laugh. But you just leave the car and head inside.

--

"There she is!" Brandi says when you approach her. "Yeah got caught up again in memory lane." Brandi then looks behind you and see's Jon coming through the door. "Did you two talk?" she asks as you order a drink from the bar. "Yeah, I don't know if i'm angry or sad or what." you say. "He told me he was separated. Which I call bullshit, I mean really you show up out of nowhere, clearly flirts with me, and then tells me that he's separated only after I told him I wouldn't basically hook up with him." Brandi's eyes widen and then she looks down to the side, "What.. what do you know?!" you persistently ask. Before she can reply to arms sneak up from around you, "Theres my favorite makeup artist." it' a line that everyone says to you..you get used to it now. You take in that heavenly scent, it was Scorpio Sky. Tall, dark, and extremely handsome. You turn around and give him an actual hug. Brandi standing there watching this interaction and she's just grinning. "You blew me off today!" you say hitting Sky's arm. "I'm sorry, you knew I would've come to see you, too much extra filming and bullshit."

Eyes on you, there were a pair of eyes on you and they were staring daggers into Sky. Jon from the other end of the bar watched you flirt with another guy and it was driving him insane.

"I'll let you two get back to your conversation. Come find me when you're done?" he asks. God is he charming, but very outspoken about not wanting to be in a relationship. You turn 30 next year, you're not wanting to be the hookup girl anymore. "Sure." you say knowing that conversation would be the same one that happens every time, he tries to convince you it'll be worth it and you laugh it off.

You turn your attention back to Brandi and you stop her before she can say anything about that interaction. "Don't! You know all he wants is a hookup." She shrugs, "Maybe just do it." she says laughing and taking a sip of her drink. You down yours, and now onto your next drink. Jon still keeping a close watch on you while another new kid from the roster picks his brain. "What were you going to say though?" you say. "Oh yeah!" she pauses, "So apparently that might be true." she says referring to Jon's separation. "How much did he pay you to say that?" you ask and she laughs. "Seriously, I still have friends over there. Word is that she cheated and now that they're not on the road together he was like fuck it." "Wow." you say...he was telling you the truth. "I guess if you're not with him 24/7 he'll just not care anymore." "I'm sure that's not what happened with you two." she says. She knew you never fully admitted your feeling to him before. "Yeah yeah.."

---

You go for your fifth drink when you see a hand take your drink before you can and you're about to give whoever it is a piece of your mind when you look over. "5 is your limit." he says. "I'm not 22 anymore, I can handle my alcohol like you." you say and then he laughs. "Have this one, but I'm cutting you off after." "Oh really?" you ask tilting your head. The alcohol made you definitely more comfortable. "Yeah really." he says with a smirk tilting his head to mock you. "What am i supposed to do after you cut me off?" you say sipping from your drink. "Let me take you back to your hotel." he says. You laugh, "I don't know Jon." He leans in and whispers into your ear, "You and I both know that we want this." he says and then kisses your neck and you melt. "Fuck" you say under your breath. "Wanna leave now?" You nod your head.

---

Everyone is usually booked at the same hotel, which made it even easier for Jon to navigate how to get there after the bar. He was glad he only had two drinks because he had been thinking about you all night. "I got really jealous when you were talking with Sky." You laugh, "Yeah, he's been trying for the past couple weeks." "He's a good looking dude." he says casually. "I know what you're trying to do.." you say. "What!" "You're trying to figure out if I've fucked him." "Have you?" he asks. "No. He's pretty outspoken about not wanting to be in a relationship. Legit all his focus is on wrestling." "And you." You shake your head, "It's whatever." and you finally pull up to the hotel. He grabs a parking spot and you get out of the car. You take his hand and go into the hotel from the back entrance.

It takes two minutes to get up to your room and it felt like the longest two minutes of your life. Once the door to your hotel room is shut your back is against the opposing wall and Jon's mouth is all over you. He pulls your shirt off of you and you do the same to him kissing each other in between clothes coming off. He's pulling your jeans down to the floor along with your panties as he drops to his knees, your body is eager as his tongue hits your core. You whimper, it's been a while since you've had sex, you needed this badly. "Fuck, get on the bed." he demands after a few minutes. You do what he says, you like this dominant side of him. You forgot how your body responded so well to it. Your back hits the bed and he can now really get a taste of you, his mouth is right back to where it was this time he sticks two fingers inside of you and you moan out. You can feel him smiling knowing he made your body react the way it did. "Fuck Jon." you moan out. You try to pull him up. "No I'm not done yet." he growls and you gets even quicker with his pace and within seconds after that you orgasm. "Oh my god" you moan out. He pulls you up and turns you over, so you're on all fours. He lines himself up with your entrance and eases himself into you. "Fucking shit" he growls as he enters you, you're so tight around him, because again it's been a while since you've had sex. He thrusts into you so hard you fall to your stomach and he remains on top of you until he wants to change positions, he flips you over again taking full control and you're on your back. He looks into your eyes when he enters you again, the moan that escapes your mouth he catches with his lips. "Goddamn you're beautiful." he says. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him intensely, which makes him go faster and harder until you reach your next orgasm and he cums seconds later, filling you up. "Fuck shit, I didn't mean to..I just" "It's okay." you say as he exits you. "I'm on birth control." He lets out a sigh of relief. "Sorry." "It's okay." you say laughing. He lays on his back out of breath next to you and lets out a laugh as well. He looks over at you as your laughter fades, "What's wrong?" he says then he grabs your hand and brings it to his lips to kiss. You look over at him, "This whole thing just brings back a lot of memories." "Yeah..same here. I'm glad you decided you believe me." "Yeah well sources told me you weren't full of shit." "Told you." he said then rolled over to his side, he leaned over and kissed you. "Look I know this shit is crazy, but I never stopped caring about  you.. shit you know I don't use fucking social media but I checked on you all the time.." "I know." you say looking into his eyes.

He seemed truly genuine but you were afraid of what you've just gotten yourself into. Or that you became so vulnerable to him already.

You turn your head again and he can already feel you growing distant. "Don't do this to me again." he says, you quickly turn your head back. "Do what?" "You're getting distant, you're afraid. I'm not going to fuck you over...not again." "I believe you Jon." And you do believe him, you do. But your anxiety gets the best of you, you can't help but be a little timid to all of this. "But?" "No buts" you say. "There's always a but with you, but i'll take it. Come here." he says pulling you into him. He kisses your forehead. There's so much more he wants to tell you, tell you that he's loved you since you walked through the doors of CZW for training, that he never stopped loving you. But he knew it would just overwhelm you. For now, you both were going to embrace this moment. 

The Lonely Lady of the Freezing Cold - Part I

Part II: https://its-rael.tumblr.com/post/617517935168290816/the-lonely-lady-of-the-freezing-cold-part-ii

-you can also read this story on Ao3. Technology is mean and wont let me insert the link, but you can find it there under the same title- 

Snow fell in bigger volumes than Moomintroll had ever seen in his life, and despite their large size the snow-clumps drifted leisurely down to settle on the ever growing white blanket that covered the grounds at Hogwarts. Moomintroll was unhappy, the snow had been coming down unceasingly for the past few days, and more often than not it came down far heavier as part of a storm. He desperately wanted to go outside, would too if it weren't so cold, but instead he was stuck at a window, watching and wishing.

“Oh do cheer up Moomintroll,” said his friend Little My, who was as her name suggests so small she could probably fit inside a large watermelon, “it’s Christmas Eve!”

“I suppose so,” said Moomintroll gloomily.

Little My crossed her arms, “I’ve made you the most wonderful gift, you know.”

“That's very nice of you,” said Moomintroll, still looking outside with longing, “I wish it would clear up.”

“The weather does what it wants, so there’s no point in moping if moping doesn’t help,” Little My pointed out, and then hopped off the windowsill where she was perched, “if you’re not going to do something then I will.”

Only a moment later it seemed (the moment was really about half an hour) someone tapped on his shoulder.

“Hello again Little My,” sighed Moomintroll, “I was thinking, maybe I could go outside, if only for a little bit. I’d just have to put on several layers.”

“Little My?” Said the voice of someone who was definitely not Little My. In fact, it was the voice of Moomintroll’s favorite person in the whole world (next to his parents), whose name was Snufkin.

“I came across Little My not long ago, she told me that she couldn’t deal with your miserable-guts any longer and that I’d better go and cheer you up,” Snufkin said.

“Of course she did,” sighed Moomintroll.

Snufkin sat on the windowsill where Little My had previously stood, “it is frustrating having to stay pent up in doors for so long,” he said, “but it’s for our own safety I guess. It may be quiet now but they say the next blizzard is going to be even more terrible than the last, so there’s no point in being upset if you can't change that.”

“That's what Little My said,” Moomintroll groaned, and he propped his head up with his arm.

“Well she’s right,” Snufkin shrugged, then he added, “I’ll leave if you want.”

“No, that's alright,” said Moomintroll.

The two friends mulled in gloomy yet companionable silence for a bit, but then Snufkin had an idea. He was so glad about the idea that he grabbed Moomintroll’s hand, pulled him from the window and twirled him in a circle.

“Why did you do that?” Asked Moomintroll.

“We’re in a castle!” He laughed, and for good measure twirled his friend in a circle again, “a magical castle! There must be so much of it that we haven’t seen, and full of secrets too! Remember that secret passage you found on accident earlier this year? I bet theres tonnes like that and we could be the first to discover them.”

“I suppose,” said Moomintroll, trying to sound dubious, but really he had cheered up a little.

“Come on then!” Snufkin said.

And so Moomintroll let himself be dragged along the corridor at a run, without any care of direction, and within a few minutes they were well and truly lost.

“Well my friend Moomintroll, we really should have kept a note of where we were headed,” said Snufkin, giving up after they had ended up in the same corridor thrice and lying down on a bench.

“You’re right,” agreed Moomintroll, sitting down at the end of the bench, “but I thought I’d know Hogwarts well enough to get us un-lost.”

Moomintroll did know Hogwarts very well, for he had lived close at hand all of his life, although he was better acquainted with the grounds than the castle because only this year had he resided inside it. Before now he had only visited in the summer holidays when there were no students, or on the occasion his mother needed an extra pair of hands for a job. 

All of a sudden out of nowhere, someone piped up.

“You two wouldn’t happen to be lost now would you?” They said in a very small voice.

“But of course!” Snufkin said, very much relieved, but when he looked around to find the owner of the voice there was no one there. He sat up, “my apologies, but where are you?”

A little dog hopped down the staircase. It wasn’t your average little dog, not because it wore a neat coat and a pointy hat, and not because it spoke either (although that was odd in itself). The little dog was Sorry-oo, and he was a ghost.

“I’m right here my good sir,” said Sorry-oo in his meek little voice.

Snufkin stood, and Moomintroll did the same.

“Say, how would we get to the great hall from here?” Asked Snufkin.

Sorry-oo nodded once and gave them a detailed set of directions that left the two friends in quite a muddle.

“Could you repeat that please?” Moomintroll requested.

“I think it might be better if you were to lead the way,” suggested Snufkin, “unless you have another place to be that is.”

“No Sir, it would be my pleasure! Follow on!” Sorry-oo said gaily, and they followed the little ghost through corridors and passageways and secret staircases until they found themselves right outside the great hall, just in time for dinner!

“Thank you very much,” said Moomintroll to Sorry-oo.

Snufkin nodded, “yes, if it weren’t for you then we wouldn’t have been able to find our way back!”

Sorry-oo just bowed, and trotted off through a near wall.

Being the school holidays, most of the students at Hogwarts were at home with their families. Therefore upon entrance the great hall was remarkably empty. It wasn’t bare though, Christmas decorations covered the walls and there were several glittering Christmas trees, each touched with magic so that their ornaments did spectacular things. Moomintroll and Snufkin took a seat with their friends Little My, Sniff and Snorkmaiden who were already eating.

“Where have you two been?” Asked Little My.

“We got lost,” said Moomintroll matter-of-factly.

Little My frowned, “well you missed the beginning of dinner.”

“If we hadn’t been saved by a ghost then we would have missed dinner entirely!” Snufkin said, and Sniff looked at him with wide eyes imploring him to tell them the story. Sadly for Sniff, something else was on Snufkin’s mind, “Snorkmaiden, where is The Snork?” He asked.

“He said he wasn’t hungry,” answered Snorkmaiden, and a little grumpily she added, “he said that there is no time to eat while he is so busy. Codswallop, I said to him, it’s Christmas Eve! But he paid no mind so I came by myself.”

Moomintroll tried to give her comfort, “you know The Snork, I think he enjoys being so busy all the time.”

“But one must eat,” said Little My on her fourth helping.

“One must eat,” agreed Sniff, who was on his second.

Little My grinned. She was thinking about the wonderful presents she had ready to give to her friends the next day and became excited.

“Why are you eating so fast Little My?” Moomintroll asked.

“The sooner I go to bed the sooner I will wake up tomorrow and it will be Christmas time,” she said simply.

Moomintroll’s forehead wrinkled, “if it’s anything like the last few nights you won't be able to fall asleep at all.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but then again I can sleep through anything,” Little My smirked.

“Lucky you,” grumbled Moomintroll, “the wind moans so loudly every night and rattles the windows, and sometimes there is thunder and lighting, or there's a big crash because a tree has fallen down.”

“I reckon it’s not just the wind moaning,” said Snufkin conspiratorially.

“Oh?” Pipped the others.

“I think that it's The Groke,” he said.

“The Groke?” Sniff exclaimed with a waver in his voice, “that sounds scary!”

“The Groke is a monster,” told Snufkin with a spooky air, “I have heard stories that she lives deep within the forbidden forest in a cave, and comes out to wander in the grounds for a few nights when the weather gets coldest in the middle of Winter. At this time there’s always a terrible storm, and she moans and laments, and they say everything she touches freezes.”

By now Sniff was trembling and spluttering, “that doesn’t s-sound very n-n-n-nice.”

“She must be extra upset this year to be out for so long,” said Snufkin.

“Do you think she’ll go away?” Asked Snorkmaiden, who slept well enough but all the same didn’t like falling asleep to the night sounds.

“I don’t know,” said Snufkin.

“Well I hope that she does,” huffed Moomintroll, “and if she doesn’t then I’m going to go to bed and see if I can get to sleep before she starts up again.” And he left for the Gryffindor common room.

“I’m going to bed as well,” announced Little My, and went off in the same direction, where after a bit she would change direction towards the Ravenclaw common room.

Snufkin, Sniff and Snorkmaiden left soon afterwards.

That night Moomintroll didn’t get to sleep in time, and even if he had The Groke would have woken him up anyway. She was extra loud that night, and Moomintroll lay under his five layers of blankets tossing and turning and getting more and more frustrated until he decided that tomorrow night he would go and confront the monster once and for all. Funnily enough after deciding to do so he slept peacefully for a few hours.

The next morning Moomintroll awoke yawning, and was very unhappy.

‘That blasted Groke!’ Thought he, and was even more determined to confront the monster that night. He got out of bed, stretched, got dressed, gathered a heap of presents and hurried on down to meet with his friends. The great hall was empty aside from Little My, who was already eating.

“You look tired,” she said in between mouthfuls, “merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas,” yawned Moomintroll in greeting, and sat down beside her feeling less grumpy. You can’t stay angry forever, especially not on such a happy occasion as this.

Sniff was the last one to arrive, and once they had finished their breakfasts they each took out their heaps of presents and laid them out on the bit of table in front of them (except for Snufkin of course, who didn’t have any money to buy presents and preferred it that way).

“I’ll go first,” Little My decided, for it was oh so difficult to wait any longer, and she jumped up on the table with excitement. She bounded over to Sniff first and gave him a pretty little bag that tinkled with what sounded like money, which is also what everyone else got him. Next she gave the Snork a book of muggle science, Snorkmaiden a mirror that Little My had enchanted to give compliments to whomever looks into it, Snufkin a wooden flute that she had carved herself (Moomintroll kicked himself then, why hadn’t he thought of that?) and lastly Moomintroll a jar with a pretty blue flame inside.

“The flame is everlasting and will never be put out,” said Little My proudly, “I conjured it.”

Moomintroll’s anger dissipated, “thank you very much Little My,” he said in awe. 

Little My smirked.

Next Sniff gave them all a little figure of themselves and Moomintroll joked that Little My was almost the same size as her miniature lookalike. Then Snorkmaiden gave them all a box of homemade chocolate that warmed the whole body with a single bite. Moomintroll gave his gifts next; the Snork was gifted a very fancy pen, the Snorkmaiden a rose that sang (she blushed and put it behind her ear), the ceremonial money for Sniff, a big ol’ hat for Snufkin which he pulled down over his eyes to everyone’s delight, and for Little My a professional looking poster of her playing quidditch in her house team. The Snork was next, but he told them not to open his presents yet, because he didn’t want to see anybody’s reaction.

“I’m sorry that I don't have anything to give anyone,” apologised Snufkin, “I could play my mouth-organ if you like.”

The table cheered as he produced his coveted harmonica and when he played everyone had a splendid time dancing, Little My doing so atop the table and humming and singing along loudly. Later Moomintroll opened his present from the Snork and found inside it a miniature lifelike dragon that moved and chirped and blew fire. He told the Snorkmaiden to give her brother his thanks.

Although the cheer of Christmas was in the air Moomintroll couldn’t help but notice that the snow storm worsened outside. By now everyone was quite tired from dancing (some of the other students and even some teachers had joined them and they all had a jolly good time), so they sat around talking amiably.

“I’m going to confront The Groke,” said Moomintroll to Snufkin.

“Really?” Snufkin asked in surprise.

Moomintroll nodded his head, “tonight.”

“That could be dangerous, it gets even colder in the night time and The Groke might try to freeze you if you aren’t already frozen by the time you find her,” warned Snufkin, “besides going out at night is against the rules.”

“Pooh to the rules, this is the only way anyone will get any sleep. If you look around you can see how everyone is so tired,” said Moomintroll crossly.

Snufkin wasn’t going to stop Moomintroll from going, he wouldn’t dream of it, but that didn’t stop him from feeling concerned. “Do you have a plan?” He asked.

“No, not really,” Moomintroll replied, “but I’ll wear plenty of layers of warm clothes and I’ll bring my wand and a lantern.”

“You aren’t worried?” Snufkin questioned further, “The Groke is pretty terrifying.”

Moomintroll looked thoughtful, “I suppose not. In fact, I feel in my belly that everything is going to go fine.”

“If you say so,” Snufkin said, although he secretly thought the feeling in Moomintroll’s stomach was more likely fluttering butterflies, and they changed conversation topic. 

That night, Moomintroll bundled up in warm clothes, around seven layers, and put on two pairs of gloves, his scarf, and his thick woolly hat. He stuffed his wand in his pocket and made to leave, but then he remembered that he ought to bring a lantern. As He searched the room for one, his eyes instead rested on the flickering blue flame Little My had given him, the everlasting one.

‘That’ll do fine,’ he thought to himself, and took it from where he had placed it on his bedside table. He snuck very quietly, as quietly as he possibly could (which was extraordinary so, for the paw of a Moomin is like the paw of a cat) out of the dormitory, through many a corridor, down many a staircase, through the secret passage he had found earlier that year by accident, and outside. The cold was bitter and the wind would have buffeted him about had it not been for the deep snow keeping his feet in place. Determined he trudged out, blue flame aloft, in search of The Groke.

It was frightfully dark even with a light source and Moomintroll found that if he didn’t focus very hard he would get lost. After what seemed like hours of searching, he stopped and looked behind him at the looming castle that only made itself known by little twinkles of light few and far between. In this moment he felt a chill creeping towards him like no chill he had ever felt before. The temperature grew cooler, if that's even possible, and Moomintroll sensed the presence of melancholy behind him. He twisted around in its direction so fast he almost fell over, and, holding up the blue flame, found himself facing a looming shadow with big eyes, a big mouth and an even bigger nose. Moomintroll admitted to himself that maybe he was a bit scared by now, not that he would ever tell anyone.

“Are you The Groke?” he called after regaining his voice.

The mass stopped moving, “hnnnnngh,” it said, and nodded.

He called again, “why do you keep coming here?”

The Groke looked past Moomintroll to the castle and sighed.

“Why?” He yelled.

Slowly, The Groke looked back at him and frowned. Looking into her eyes, if only for a second, Moomintroll felt the sadness that dwelt there, the longing and the loneliness that she brought with her wherever she went. He realised then why she wandered the grounds.

“It must be very lonely, being you,” he said.

The Groke nodded and sighed again.

“That's why you come here, to feel closer to others,” Moomintroll said, “I think I understand. But when you come and you make all of that noise in the night nobody gets any sleep.”

“Nnnnhgh,” said The Groke, and she hung her head.

“It mustn’t be nice to be cold all of the time either,” he went on.

She nodded, still staring morosely at the snow.

Moomintroll searched his mind for any way to solve The Grokes problems. He couldn’t solve the loneliness because anyone who is near her for too long would freeze to death, but the cold… he couldn’t just make a fire, that would go out. He went to put his hand on his chin like he’d seen his papa do when he was thinking hard but his hand was already occupied by the blue flame.

‘The blue flame!’ thought Moomintroll, ‘the flame that Little My said would never go out!’

It was the perfect solution. Little My wouldn’t be very happy about him giving it away but then he must do so for the greater good, and he didn’t need to tell Little My anything anyway.

“O Groke!” Moomintroll shouted, “how would you like this here flame as a Christmas present? Then will you go away?”

The Groke looked at it long, and then she smiled and said “hhnnn!” ecstatically.

Moomintroll held it up as high as he could, then she grasped the jar in her hands. She took it, but not before accidentally touching Moomintroll’s hand and freezing him solid!

Diving Bell | Bucky Barnes

Summary: Bucky and Reader both get sad on rainy days.

Warnings: Slight angst. Much fluff

A/N: I’m back!

Prepare the diving bell. It's time to take this low again. I sink into myself, low. No need for farewell. I know you always understand.

 There were days, like today, where the weather outside mirrored the condition inside of Bucky's head. On these days, where the rain cleaned the city, Bucky tended to fall inside his own mind. More often than not he locks himself away in his room, hiding not from his team but from having to face his own emotions in front of others. Each time he did this you could feel your heart sink into your stomach in worry. And despite your best efforts you could never seem to break through to him during the rainy days. But today you felt the rain and cold creep into your own soul and today, you decided, Bucky would not be sad alone. 

 Sorry there's no place for you inside the solitude. Just stay up here until I'm back again. I swear I'll be there for you, I swear I'll follow through. Stay the course and keep the ship manned. 

 "What?" Bucky's voice was barely audible through the sound of your knuckles hitting the door. "It's been raining for two days" You stated matter-of-factly as you gently wiggled his door knob. "Really? I haven't noticed at all" The bite in his voice was colder than the rain hitting the windows. Yet you remained unfazed. Your determination to pull your friend from whatever grip his mind had on him was far heavier than his need to push you away. "Probably because you're something yourself under the blankets like a frightened cat or something" You shot back, smirking when you heard the faintest annoyed sigh. "Just leave me alone Y/N, I'm tired" Your smirk fell into a frown as you wiggled the knob again. "Yeah it's called depression fatigue or some shit just let me in" Bucky pulled the blankets tighter as you continued your incessant wiggling of the door handle. He was sure that soon the knob would give and you'd come tumbling through the door. "Just go-" He stopped mid sentence as the lock popped and you came through the door. 

 "Y/N" He sat up, taking in the worried expression on your face. Suddenly guilt seeped in and he felt colder than he did before. "I'm fine just" "Just tired yeah I've heard" You didn't face him as you kicked your shoes off. Bucky nearly bolted from the bed when your warm body slipped in beside him. "I'm not asking you to leave your room" Your voice was quiet but seemed almost like a scream in the silence of his room. "I'm just asking you to not be sad alone" Your eyes finally met his and for a brief moment you could have sworn that his eyes were storm clouds. "That's asking for a lot" He said quietly. 

I was certain if I fell through the bottom you'd be happy to just float here on your own. I was never quite prepared for the long ride. Oh away, away, away alone.

 "It's not really" You quipped, settling under the blanket with him. Bucky's eyes roamed around the room, determined to look at anything but your bright pleading eyes. "Why are you here, Y/N?" He finally asked but still refused to make eye contact. "Because I'm sad too" This finally made his eyes meet yours. "Not as sad as you but still...sad" Despite your confession a small smile graced your soft features. Bucky shifted his body so he was looking toward the ceiling giving you the opportunity to lay your head on his chest. 

 This was new for both you and Bucky. Aside from the occasional hug your intimate contact was limited. Not that either of you minded the sudden position. You, nor Bucky, would admit the feelings that the two of you had for each other. He insisted, primarily to himself though Steve had to hear the occasional rant, that you were perfect but it was dangerous and the wrong time. You always said that you were too afraid to ruin your friendship with Bucky, after all you were the second closest to him.

 But here and now you both couldn't deny the warmth and electric feel that radiated between the two of you. "Why are you sad?" Bucky finally broke the silence that had settled over the two of you. "I hate the rain" You responded. "It's cold and I swear I can feel it sinking into my bones. It just makes everything feel so-" "Heavy" He finished the sentence for you. "Yeah" It came out as a sigh. "Is that it? Just the rain?" He asked, his flesh hand now moving soothingly on your back. He hadn't even noticed he started doing it until he felt your tense muscle relax. "Hm there's one more thing. Maybe I'll share if you tell me what's got you so down and out" His hand stopped and his body tensed. "It's not important I'll get over it" He said lowly. 

 "If it makes you sad then it's important. Stop hiding behind your tough guy shell Buck. It's me" You prodded softly. 

 "It's just..It's stupid" Bucky sighed and continued to massage small circles on your back. "It's just..on days like this..the memories eat at my brain. I try so hard to listen to you and Steve and the rest of the team but..I will never not feel gilty for what they made me do" Your heart sank as he spoke with a cracked voice. 

 You pulled your body up and looked down at his face, brushing back a couple of strands of his hair. "I know..I know theres nothing I can say that will take that guilt and pain away. I wish there was but that will never happen" You spoke softly as your hand cupped his stubbled cheek. "But I can assure you that we do not blame you" This time when you offered a soft smile he returned it. Your words didn't calm the raging storm inside of his brain but it did send a warmth that spread through out his chest. If he were not so afraid, he would have pulled you to him and kissed you there. 

 "I confessed. Now its your turn" Bucky said as you pulled your hand from his face. You gave a soft laugh before settling back down to lay beside him. 

 "There's this guy" You started and Bucky could feel that warmth turn to ice again. "He's incredibly handsome and dumb but also smart and funny and when we're together I feel like we're the only two in the room ya know? But I'm scared because we're friends and I'm sure that he only sees me as a friend." As you spoke your heart slammed itself against your rib cage. You couldn't believe that you confessed your feelings to him. 

 "I think you should go for it" Bucky said despite wanting to tell you that he was he was in love with you. Your chest tightened with fear as you sucked in a nervous breath. "And if he doesn't like me? What if me asking ruins my friendship with him? He means the world to me Buck. I can't lose him" Despite your best efforts your fear crept into your voice. Bucky grew quiet for a few moments before sighing. "Then I'll beat his ass" He said in a dead serious tone. His comment caught you off guard and you erupted into a fit of laughter. "You can't fight yourself doofus" The words flew from your mouth before you had the chance to stop yourself.

 Both you and Bucky went stiff as your laughter came to a quick stop. "Oh fuck" You groaned, rolling away from the comfort of Buck'ys body. You sat on the side of the bed, face in your hands as you contemplated running from the room. 

 "Hey" Bucky spoke softly, moving his own body so his chest was pressed to your back. "You're not going to lose me" His said, tone gentle as he gave the top of your head a soft kiss. You moved your hands from your face and tilted your head back to look at him. This was the first time during a rainy day that you got to see his bright smile. "Because I want to be with you as more than just a friend too" He confessed. Your face split into a grin. Any nerves that were tense before were flooded with relief. He shifted your body so you were now facing him. "I've been wanting to tell you for so long. I was just so scared. You mean the world to me. Losing you would've crushed me" You admitted. 

 "I know thee feeling, sweetheart" He said. "Watching you flirt with people on missions drove a knife into me every time I swear" He laughed, causing you to laugh as well. "Didn't take you for the jealous type, Barnes" You teased, earning another laugh from him. "Oh you have no idea" He matched your teasing tone. Quickly after, a comfortable silence fell over the two of you. The only noise filling the room was your breathing and the sound of the rain hitting the window.

 "Best rainy day ever" He whispered, breaking the silence before your lips met in the most passionate kiss either of you have experienced.

In Case You Didn't Know

(Based off In Case You Didn't Know by Brett Young)

Summary: Shawn's so in love with you, but he doesn't know how to say it.

A/n: this is all over the place, theres time jumps and flashbacks and no real distinction between them, so yeah. I actually really like this song and I might end up writing some more stories based off songs, so let me know if you want that.

Requested: no

Warnings: just fluff

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I can't count the times / I almost said what's on my mind / but I didn't

She's sleeping soundly on the couch, head laying on the arm rest, blanket up to her shoulders. She's absolutely beautiful, I think to myself. Her hair falls messily in her face, lips parted with a soft snore, and even though she's covered, I know her arms are wrapped around her middle in an attempt to keep warm in this arctic apartment of mine. I make a mental note to turn on the heater after I take her up to bed. She couldn’t even make it through half of the movie before her eyes became heavy, and if I was interested in watching the movie, I wouldn’t have even noticed, but I was watching her the whole time. It’s the first time I’ve been able to see her this way, completely exhausted from studying for her exams, hair a mess, face bare and slightly red and blotchy from stress crying.

I want so badly to wake her sleeping figure and tell her to just quit, come on the road with me for the second leg of tour. I’ll take care of everything; I’ll take care of her. Anything she wants, it’s hers, no questions asked. But I can’t tell her that. Because no matter how stressed she is now, I know it doesn’t change how incandescently happy she is when she talks about her favorite class, her favorite professor. The way she talks about all the things she’s going to change when she finishes school.

Just the other day / wrote down all the things I’d say / but I couldn’t / I just couldn’t

Being with her only a few months, eight to be exact, I keep finding myself refraining from telling her how I feel. And I know that being on tour for six out of the eight months we’ve been together is definitely taking a toll on her, and me too. I’m never here when she needs me, and to see her the way she is right now, I know that I can’t keep these feelings from her much longer.

Because if she’s crying over a test that she’s about to take when I am here, I’m scared to know what she cries about when I’m not. Does she cry about me? About me not being here? When I left before, she held in the tears - so did I - but we’d only been together a month. Maybe she didn’t want to seem too attached. I know I didn’t, but Brian knows how much leaving her put me in this week long funk. I called and texted her constantly until I realized that doing that only made it even harder to be away from her. So I calmed a bit, not by choice, but by necessity.

Seeing her sleeping so peacefully, now curled in my sheets, hugging my pillow, I can’t help but smile. I could write a million songs just about this moments alone, and that’s exactly what I go back to the living room to do. To write yet another song about the girl in my bed, hoping and praying that she’ll still be there come daybreak.

Baby I know that you’ve been wondering / mmm, so here goes nothing / in case you didn’t know / baby I’m crazy ‘bout you

Sheets of paper litter the top of the piano, the coffee table, literally any surface that was once clear isn't now. I'm scribbling out a new lyric, and start strumming the melody that's been stuck in my head since she fell asleep next to me.

My mind is a jumbled mess. She has me feeling every possible emotion and I can't convey it in just one song. So every new idea gets written down and I hope I'll find a place for it in another song later. I'm going crazy, my mind working faster than my hand can write, and the song doesn't sound right with the guitar riff, but then it doesn't sound right with the piano. It's all wrong. None of it is good enough for her and I need it to be good enough.

And I would be lying if I said that I could live this life without you / even though / I don't tell you all the time / You had my heart a long, long time ago / in case you didn't know

I know it hasn't even been a year and I sound like a love sick puppy. And that if you ask anyone that doesn't know me personally, they'd say that this relationship is all for show. That I'm doing it for the publicity. That she's getting paid. None of it's true.

She's everything I have ever wanted. Ever needed. And its so hard for me to think back to even just nine months ago. I wonder how I did anything before her. How did I cope with my anxiety when she wasn't there coaxing me through it, lulling me back to reality and not the fucked up place my mind always wandered to?

If I can't think back to nine months ago, before she became my everything, how am I supposed to look forward and not see her in every possible situation that I could be put it?

The way you look tonight / that second glass of wine / that did it, mmm

Dinner at her apartment is everything. Except she won't let me actually cook. She's scared I'll burn the building down. Which, to be fair, could very well happen. So I'm only allowed to cut things, and of course pour her wine. She's stirring the rice while I sit at the little bar area, head resting in my hand while I stare lovingly at her. Her cheeks are slightly pink from both the heat from the stove and from the glass of red she's sipping from.

"You're staring," she says softly, and looks over at me.

I clear my throat and look down at my half empty glass, "Sorry. Can't help it. You're just so pretty."

She looked down at her outfit, and squinted skeptically at me. "Jeans and a two-sizes-too-big flannel? Oh yeah, I'm sure I look real cute," she replies sarcastically, with a disbelieving eye roll.

"You do," I say, matter-of-factly. "With you hair pulled up like that," I gesture to pony tail that was currently falling because she didn't wrap the rubber band around enough. "And your eyes just being as beautiful and bright as ever. How could I not stare at you forever?"

This causes her to become even more red, if that's possible, and I pull out my phone, swiftly snapping a picture of her because she is just so pretty and I want to see her like this forever.

"Stop it!" She whines, turning away from me.

"But you look so cute," I say, turning my phone around so she can see the vibrant blush on her cheeks.

She just shakes her head and takes another sip. I can't help but watch the way her lips curve around the lip of the glass, and my whole body tingles at the promise of those lips touching mine later.

There was something 'bout that kiss/ girl it did me in / got me thinking / I've been thinking

I pull her body close to mine when she puts the dishes in the sink. "Thank you for tonight," I mumble into her shoulder.

She hums and her hands cover mine on her stomach. "You're welcome bub. So glad you could make some time for a meal this week. I was starting to think you didn't eat," she says teasingly.

I manage a small apology, pressing my lips to the soft skin of her collar bone. I know I've been literally everywhere but with her this week and it's been killing me. But even just a night like this was enough to make me forget about all my stress up to this point.

She turns her head to face me and plays with my currently overfluffy curls. "I adore you, my little rockstar," she whispered into my hair.

I look up at her with a sleepy smile and hooded eyes. I only have a second to react before her lips press to mine in a soft, passionate kiss. And all I can think is that I could stay this way for the rest of my life and never get tired of the feel of her lips.

One of those things that I've been feeling / mmm, it's time you hear 'em

I'm still watching her as we wash the dishes together. She's washing, I'm drying. It's the simplest of systems, but it's also so domesticated and it makes me sad knowing that I can't give her that domestic life one day. Husband a d kids, nice suburban home to come to every night. I'm traveling too often to give her that simple life that she so desperately deserves, even though she's told me before that she doesn't care about that.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asks after washing the last plate, handing it to me. I smile sheepishly at the way she's leaning against the counter, one leg crossed in front of the other, hands playing with the neck of her shirt.

I finish drying the plate before I speak. I place the towel I was holding on the counter and reach for her hands. "Can I tell you something, pumpkin?"

You've got all of me / I belong to you / yeah you're my everything / in case you didn't know

"Anything," she squeezes my hands reassuringly.

I can't look into her eyes, so I stare at our linked hands and sigh contently at the feel of her small, soft, cold hands in my large, calloused, hot hands. I don't know why telling her this is so hard for me, it shouldn't be. I write about love all the time.

But I've never felt it. Not like this. Not when my heart feels like it's literally about to burst out of my chest when she smiles at me. Not when I can't help but stumble on my way to her because I'm staring so hard that I trip over my own feet. Not when an interviewer asks me what my favorite thing about going home is and my immediate thought is her. She's my home. Whether we live together or not. She's it. She's my everything and that's fucking terrifying. I never thought I would become this dependent on someone else.

"Bub, what's going on inside that beautiful head of yours?" She asks, breaking me from my own thoughts, trying to catch my eye.

I swallow the lump forming in my throat and finally meet her intense gaze. If I had to decipher what that look meant, I'd say she was looking at me the same way I look at her. With that endless amount of love, lust, compassion, and adoration that my expression hopefully conveys. Why she chose me of all the people to be with, I'll never know. But she did. So I say it.

"I love you," I finally manage to say, but it's so low I don't even know if she heard me.

She doesn't respond for a while and I'm searching her face for any sign that it'll give me, saying that I crossed a line, that we weren't ready. But just as I'm opening my mouth to apologize, her lips cover mine, tongue slipping effortlessly into my mouth. And I hold her body tight against me, so tight I don't think she can breathe properly, but she makes no move to leave my arms and I have no intention of letting her go. So I hold her while we kiss under the harsh light of her kitchen and I let out a low whimper when she goes to ultimately pull away.

"Say it again," she begs.

And I do, kissing her cheek. "I love you." Her nose, "I love you." Her forehead, "I love you." And finally, once again. Her lips. "I love you."

She sighs, eyes fluttering shut while her fingers trace my jaw and then the curves of my mouth, my nose. "I love you, too." She kisses both of my eyelids before she says it again. "I love you so much."

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I've literally been writing this since February and it's not even the way I wanted it 🤷‍♀️ but I hope you guys enjoyed reading it. A little fluff to counteract with the angst I gave y'all on Wednesday.

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When Anna Left

 ok so... I'm so nervous to post this??? ew. This whole ass fic has been sitting in my drafts for almost a year so I just hope you guys like it ): obvi theres more than one chapter lol but don’t be shy to let me know if its EVEN WORTH a read or if its ~garbage~ my ego and feelings shall not be effected thx

                                                        One

There was always that feeling, something between bittersweet and complete tranquility, that would settle over him at the end of a tour. There wasn’t much else in the world that could put a smile on his face comparable to the one he’d get up on a stage, gallivanting around with a mic in his hand as people quite literally screamed his name. 

No piece of clothing fit him better than a custom made outfit, ones that had flares at the bottom of the pants, or glitter embodied on the entirety of the shirt. Maybe frills, sometimes, or a nice sheer blouse that gave a sultry display of the ink etched into his torso. 

At times, he’d think about how nobody loved him quite as much as the sea of fans, some crying while others mouthed along to songs that he had just put so much of himself into. He’d always said that touring was the best bit, his favorite aspect of what he does. Something about being on a stage, in front of thousands who were there just to see him, it was electrifying. He was grateful for sure, endlessly grateful, and he’d constantly ask himself how it could possibly get any better than this. 

Then, he’d come home. And he’d realize that, walking into the quiet lull of an empty flat, that a little blissful silence was one of the things that could get him to smile. When he’d drop his bags, lazily hurling them beside the door before assuring he’d tend to them later, he’d head towards his bedroom. He was ready to trade in his black skinnies for a pair of joggers, ready to toe off his boots and face plant onto the made up bed. When he’d given up the jeans in exchange for some loungewear, he’d realize that maybe comfy clothes fit him better than any designer dress pant. 

Getting too comfy wasn’t in the cards for him, not now at least. He knew Anne was going to pop in, probably any second now, and she’d take one look at the bare fridge and empty cabinets before toting him off to Waitrose. But he did allow himself to plop down in the living room, nestling himself into the comfort of his favorite spot on the sectional. He knew in a few days, he’d be bored. Time off was good, he’d have to remind himself of that every now and again, remembering all the mindless hair tugging and droopy eyelids after a long night of writers block or a grueling travel schedule. 

A sweet knock would carry through the flat, telling him that his time to sit and laze around was up. With his socks sliding against the hardwood of the first level hallway, and his eyes lazily glazing over the few paintings or framed photos he had hung on the walls, he made way to the front door. It was Anne, he was sure of it. Gemma too, maybe, if she had found a little time to come and welcome him home. 

“Hi mumma.” His tone was silvery, out of sheer enjoyment and comfort to have a familiar face around.

A wide, eye twinkling smile came from her, inviting herself in. She was quick to cup a hand to his jawline, fingers resting on his cheek before she smothered it with sweet and fluttery kisses. His face scrunched up, a smirk dancing on his lips because it didn’t matter to her that he was 28 now, he’d always be the baby and she’d carry on treating him that way for as long as she lived. 

“Cleanest I’d ever seen it.” She chuckled, traipsing further down the hallway.

“Give it time, yeah?” He teased, “Only been home fo’ a few hours, if that.” 

She sent him a couple tsks, scolding him because she knew once he really got settled in, things would go haywire and this place would turn upside down. She’d joke with him about the last time she’d visited, before he was whisked away to tour, how the place was a frantic mess. Articles of clothing were draped on the backs of the couch, dishes in the sink had been carelessly piled atop one another, and she hadn’t even dared take a look in his room. He wasn’t usually messy like that, in fact, he tended to be very neat and tidy. Liked to keep things in order. She had placed the fault at his work ethic, how he had most likely devoted any (if not all) time to finishing up an album, or spending perhaps too much time tucked away in a sound booth with a journal and a pen glued to his hand.

On her way to the kitchen, in between some other pointless banter, he followed behind her as she very seriously expressed to him that it was important he kept things, at least, a little clean. ‘A clean home equals a clear mind’ she reminded him, and he wouldn’t come with a rebuttal, just an inaudible chuckle and an affirmative nod of the head. His assumption was right, about her poking her head into the cabinet, and the fridge there after. A smirk would tug at the corner of his mouth when she’d get a glimpse at the empty shelves in the refrigerator, a soft gasp slipping from her mouth. 

“Well,” she sighed, hurriedly closing the fridge doors, “some groceries might be in order, yeah?” 

He shrugged, which earned another tsk, before she encouraged him to slip on a pair of shoes so they could head off to the market. And she’d be trailing behind him now, scuffling her heeled shoes along the floor as he went to the front closet to fish out a pair of sneakers. On their way out of the door, keys jingling in his hand as he locked the front door behind him, he’d hear her poking around. She tried to be subtle, doing her best to be as quiet as possible, but the clinking of the weather-washed metal made it nearly impossible. Her head was dipped a little, hair covering the side of her face as she poked her fingers through his mailbox. 

“See you haven’t been through your mail yet.” She mentioned casually, a little matter-of-factly as well, as the pair strolled down the block. 

“Got a phone,” he let out a breathy chuckle, dangling his phone inches from her face, “important stuff gets t’me right here.” 

With a raised brow, peeking over her shoulder at him as they rounded the corner of the street, she’d nod her head in defeat. She was being a little mischievous, it was blatantly obvious to him. She was never one to be nosey, go poking through his mail like that. She never had really ‘poked’ through any of his things really, not much when he was a child and definitely not as an adult. If she needed to know something, wanted to know something, she’d simply ask. And each time she did, he’d be willing to meet her with a plausible explanation or answer. That’s excluding all the times he had gotten into trouble, or got caught keeping secrets, as a kid. Then’d she’d go on and rumble through his things, unwarranted and unexplained with the right to do so. 

Walking into Waitrose, after Anne had scooped up a shopping basket and asked Harry to do the same, they’d have to put groceries on hold each time someone would ask for a photo or say hello. He never really minded, not too much at least, and neither did Anne. And when a fan would saunter off, clutching their phone and withholding a scream, Harry refocused his attention back to his mother. 

They were on the bread aisle now, as she analyzed a few of the shelves before tossing an item or two into her basket. And as she did that, he tried to muster up some good reason as to why she had just been elbow deep in his mailbox. She hadn’t brought it up since they had gotten here, and neither did he, because actually he was hoping she’d say something about it. Of course, she didn’t, which is why he was wondering now. Mail, of all things, when she knew he had an email synced up to his phone, as well as texts and all the other ways people could get in touch with him. 

“Wanted t’ask yeh something,” she started, tossing a bag of grapes into his basket.

“Shoulda said tha’ before y’went digging through m’mail,” he smirked, nudging her with his elbow as they made way down a new aisle, “but ask away.”

She sent him a stern look, initially unamused at his joke. She was his mum still, even though he was all grown up and independent. And if she wanted to look for something in specific that was most likely in his mailbox, than why couldn’t she. But looking at his face, a toothy grin with eyes that just made her heart happy and proud, she’d involuntarily crack a smile. 

“Was looking for something,” she clued him in, switching the weighed down basket onto the opposite arm, “wanted to see if yeh got an invitation.” 

“Ooooo, an invitiation,” he’d sing mockingly, a lighthearted joke, “to wha’?”

“Just,” she was being very vague, “to a wedding.”

“Whose wedding?” His eyebrow was cocked, a little puzzled because he was sure he didn’t know anyone that would be inviting him to a wedding. 

Her body got the slightest bit tense, her back straightening a little as she brought a hand to the strand of hair dangling beside her eye. She was quick to tuck it behind her ear, briefly pursing her lips together as she faced the fresh produce section. Maybe it was a bad idea to have brought it up. She hadn’t in a while, she had been sure to be careful not bring it up for so long that she had never mentioned it much at all anymore. Anne knew that regardless of the time that had gone on, it was still maybe a tad bit too touchy for him to talk about. 

“A friend of mine,” she answered, cooly and nonchalant, “her daughter.” 

“S’nice,” he nodded his head, reaching for a tin of cookies now, “do I know her?”

“Think so,” she hummed, “yeah.” 

“So yeh gonna make me guess or are yeh gonna just tell me?” He joked, raising his brows at his mum as she gnawed at the inside of her cheek. 

“S”uh,” she was tripping over words a little, “Christine.”

“Christine..” His words trailed, fishing for a last name.

Anne swallowed, “Aldridge.” 

She didn’t know whether or not she should turn around and look at him, or keep his back to him like she was doing. He let out a short exhale of breath, sighing a little loudly, and then she’d turn to face him because she didn’t mean to drop a bomb on him like that so subtly and calmly. She knew it’d be a bit of a shocker to him, getting an invite to a wedding he was sure he wasn’t wanted at. Maybe not by Christine, since she had kindly extended an olive branch to him out of the blue, but by a sibling of hers. A sibling of hers that he hadn’t seen in a long while, so he wasn’t sure the kind of atmosphere he’d be walking into if he had the balls to show up. 

Anne had known about the wedding for weeks, known about the invitation that had been sitting untouched and unacknowledged in Harry’s mailbox equally as long. Unbeknownst to him, she kept in touch with Lorraine all these years, as they had remained very good friends after the turmoil between their kids. They’d phone each other now and again, send messages via Facebook or any other social media site they were linked on. It was never a conversation with too much depth, just friendly banter. She’d never told him, in fear that he’d get a little upset, and maybe rightfully so. It’s how she had gotten an invite to the wedding, Gemma as well because Lorraine had a soft spot for her and so did Christine. But she meddled, Lorraine, she was a horrible meddler which is probably how Harry ended up with a wedding invitation that was more than likely beginning to collect dust while it sat stuffed in a little box outside his flat. 

“Gem and I’re going, could tag along with us.” She shrugged, eyes doe-like and innocent.

“Musta sent the invitation to the wrong Harry.” He chuckled lowly, though his expression was still a little thrown and blank.

“ ‘Course not, love.” Anne frowned, pinching his cheek endearingly, “Lorraine asked specifically for yeh, wants yeh t’come. Christine, too.” 

“Dunno,” he shrugged, shifting awkwardly behind his mum on the checkout line, “don’t- gotta think ‘bout tha’ one.”

Anne nodded understandingly, because she knew very well that it was a bit of a hard pill to swallow. She had no intention of pressuring him into going, because she’d feel awful if she ended up getting him to do something he wasn’t quite comfortable doing. The idea of going, seeing her in real life after being restricted to subtle thoughts or daydreams of her, made him jumpy and he could feel that uneasy feeling washing over him. Anne knew that bringing it up would send him into a bit of tizzy, which is why she didn’t do it over the phone or through a text. In person was best, she thought, as good as it could possibly get. 

The duo endured the stroll back to his flat, bags filled with snacks and such, and they swayed in their arms with each step. Anne was doing her best to redirect the conversation, grappling to keep the thought put of Harry’s head because she didn’t need him to say anything for her to know it was consuming him. His demeanor had faltered, attitude a little glummer as he closed a part of him off to her. If he thought he’d go him and relax, he was painfully wrong, because now he was getting fidgety and uncomfortable. 

Unlocking the door, a frown on Anne’s face as she silently stood behind him, he’d shove the thing right open before heading way towards the kitchen. The only noise between them was the chafing of the bags against one another, the sound of plastic rubbing together. Anne unloaded them onto the counter top, settling them there before digging through them to help pack everything away. 

“S’everything?” She exhaled, hands placed on her hips in search of a filled grocery bag.

“Mhm.” He hummed boringly, pouring himself a glass of water.

He was lost in thought, and instead of badgering and pestering him to get him to open up a little, she thought it best to leave him be for a bit while he gathered himself. So that’s what she did, she gathered up her purse, then made way to grab her shoes by the front door. And she’d mumble something to him about popping into Gemma’s before her journey back to Cheshire, the zipper going up on her boot making a slight hissing sound. Harry’d bid his goodbye with a warm hug, pressing a kiss to her cheek before she wandered out and off to her car.

And now that he was by himself, watching as Anne pulled off and drove out of eyeshot, he’d b line it to the mailbox. Now it was him who was elbow deep in the mailbox, grabbing a fistful of all the untouched envelopes and what he assumed to be a few bills he needed to tend to. 

He’d wait until he got inside to sift through the mail, to go looking for the invitation that was making his head spin. Carelessly hurling it onto the counter, the paper tumbling on top one another, he ran a hand through his hair before he got to work. His tongue darted out as he focused, wetting his bottom lip before it retreated back into his mouth. 

At first he skipped right over it. Maybe because it wasn’t as big as the others, or it got stuck to the back of one of the small manilla packages that held one of his late night impulsive amazon orders. He wasn’t sure how he hadn’t seen it at first, but he didn’t. 

It wasn’t until he dropped the little package on the floor, landing right on his foot with a little thud. And he couldn’t even give himself the time to wonder what the fuck was inside of it, what he had ordered that’d be so heavy but in such small packaging, because he’d see a small pink envelope wobbling at the end of the counter. 

He was quick to grab at it, whisking the thing into his grip. Only a moment was permitted for him to take a look at the front, his name and address clearly written out in script with black ink. Then he was practically tearing the thing apart, his ring finger gliding through the folds to get it open. Slipping out the invite, the floral themed card with a baby pink background, he flipped it over to read the writing. 

“Unbelievable..” He grumbled quietly to himself, eyes scanning over the writing once or twice to be sure he read it right. 

One week. Of course Anne had been convenient and vague enough to have forgotten to mention that he only had a few days to come up with a final answer. 

June 30th, he’d read it again just to be completely sure, like he hadn’t already read it four times before. His thumb lazily ran over the upper half of the invite, where her last name was written in an iridescent gold. 

At first, as he stared down at the thick card, he was ready to phone his mother and confirm his attendance. Then reality began to settle in, as well as common sense. Flashbacks came back in waves from years ago, and the uncomfortable memory of how things had left off wasn’t too far behind. 

A/N: This story was inspired by Brianna showing off her shooting skills with Jamie in The Birds and the Bees.

“I used to go barefoot all the time when I was little. Daddy—Frank—took us to the mountains every summer, to the White Mountains or the Adirondacks. After a week, the bottoms of my feet were like leather; I could have walked on hot coals and not felt a thing.”

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“Daddy—Frank—taught me to shoot when I was eleven or twelve. He gave me a twenty-two when I was thirteen, and by the time I was fifteen, he was taking me to shoot clay pigeons at ranges, or to hunt doves and quail on weekends in the fall.” Roger glanced at her in interest. “I thought Jamie’d taught you; I’d no idea Frank Randall was such a sportsman.” “Well,” she said slowly. “I don’t know that he was.

The Fiery Cross (Chapter 20)

Meant to Be

by @futurelounging

It was easy, in the beginning, to hold his daughter in his heart as his own. As if his blood truly mingled with hers. Her skin was smooth and pale, freckles dusting her nose. Her tiny fingers wrapped around his thumb and squeezed. He could lift her with her fingers gripping his, hanging like a monkey from a tree. Her hair, though nothing like his own or his wife’s, was only a minor irritation, and only if remarked upon. For he found the image of her was simply her. Her face as familiar to him as his own, until the lines and shape of her no longer felt distinct from her essence.

She toddled and fell, scraped her nose, bruised her knees, drooled on his shoulder while she gnawed with her gums like a puppy. She threw her small body from chairs, trusting he’d reach out and grab her at the last second. Being a child, he thought, was about doing without consideration, letting your body learn the consequences. Being an adult inverted it, the consequences ever etched in one’s vision, until doing felt impossible.

He had not expected to think about her quite so much. When he’d imagined fatherhood before Claire had gone, he’d pictured waving goodbye to his wife and child in the morning, going about the business of his day, then later, when his work was finished, conjuring them in his mind as he ventured home. But his daughter was not so easily dismissed. She invaded his thoughts throughout his days, appearing in the bit of cereal crusted on his trouser leg, in the tiny orphaned sock he found at the bottom of his briefcase. She must have pulled it off and tossed it in there last night, he’d think. And she appeared in the corners of his mind always, as he watched the students walking with oblivious confidence, imagining her grown and barreling through these halls.

As she grew older, his fantasy of her being merely his faded. It wasn’t so much that she was physically resembling the mysterious man who shared her DNA. It was in her manner, a presence, a confidence that felt entirely different from his own or Claire’s. The tilt of her head and the hum of her thoughts as she contemplated a problem. How could blood be so strong, he wondered.

This change spurred him to pull her closer, to leave his imprint in some way. His suggestion to begin spending a week in the mountains each year might have seemed deliberate in hindsight, but in truth, it was a whim in the beginning.

“The Adirondacks?” Claire looked up from the journal she had folded over on her lap. Her hair had loosened from the pins and had begun to fall across her brow as she read. She pushed it back behind her ear with a sigh of exasperation.

“I thought perhaps you’d like some time away from the city, but if you’re too pressed with work I can go alone with Bree.” Frank pushed his glasses higher on his nose and glanced at her.

“No, I… No, that sounds wonderful! It’s been so long since I’ve gone anywhere.” The strain that normally pulled on her face began to loosen and a smile tugged at her lips.

“Work won’t be an issue?” Frank asked dubiously.

Claire’s brow furrowed, her lips pursing. “How long?”

“A week.”

“Hm. Well, I don’t know if I can do a full week at the moment, but at least a few days. Perhaps I could drive separately so you and Bree can stay a bit longer.”

He’d not expected such an enthusiastic response from her. He knew she adored nature and longed for time away, but still, time with him didn’t seem a good selling point. While he was relieved that she was receptive, he felt a pang of guilt for how pleased he was to hear that she’d not be with them the entire time. He cherished his alone time with Bree and if he were to examine his feelings a bit deeper, he’d find that he worried Claire’s presence would somehow resurrect the other man, the one who seemed intent on haunting them.

“Why would this man let us stay in his cabin, Daddy?” Bree asked as the car rattled over the bumps in the narrow road snaking through thick forest. Claire’s car followed close behind and Frank glanced in the rearview to make sure she didn’t blow a tire on the rocks.

“Why?” he laughed. “Well I daresay he considers me a friend, darling. Is it so hard to believe I might have friends who want to do nice things for me?”

Bree snickered from the seat next to him. “No! It just seems like lending someone a house is a bit more than lending someone your… power saw.”

“Well then, my dear, that is my challenge for you. Become the sort of person who is offered houses rather than… hand mixers.” He smiled widely at her, tightening his grip on the steering wheel at a particularly deep pothole.

“I’d rather be offered a power saw over a hand mixer, if those are my options.” She smirked and winked at him. Or, more accurately, blinked. She had not yet mastered the art of winking just one eye and instead blinked with a slight dip of her head, something he found utterly charming.

“Here we are,” Frank said, leaning forward to see the cabin as he pulled the car to a stop at the top of the drive.

Frank and Claire unloaded the cars and gave up trying to get Bree to help as she ran through the cabin chattering about how perfect it all was, especially the screened sleeping room off the back. She bolted out the door, leaping over a steel wash basin, her voice swallowed by the forest.

The cabin was small, but modern enough that they had running water, a wood stove for heat, and a bathroom. Frank’s shoulders relaxed as he dropped a stack of shirts in the dresser drawer. The place was a bit musty, so he pushed open a few windows and ventured back toward the kitchen where he’d left Claire to organize. He found her standing at a window, looking out through the trees, her eyes seeing something else. He hadn’t seen that distant look in a long time and felt a panic rise in him. He couldn’t let her slip away now. He couldn’t pretend what they had was ideal, but if she let herself drown in her past, she’d be lost not just to him, but to Bree as well. That fear gnawed at him.

“Shall we go for a hike? Stretch our legs and get the lay of the land? Bob said there’s a creek a half mile or so away. Good for fishing.”

“Hm?” She turned to him, eyes slowly refocusing. “Yes, let me find a basket.”

The trail to the creek was well worn, but the summer had been wet and new growth began to crowd the edges, pushing tiny branches and brambles into their path. Frank made a note to bring the hatchet next time to clear some of it away. Once settled in with their fishing rods, feet propped on smooth stones along the edge of the water, Claire began wandering, crouching now and then and dropping herbs into the basket hanging from her arm. Bree lost interest in staring at the water with Frank and joined her mother.

“What are you going to do with these, Mama? Are we eating them? They don’t look very good.”

“Ha! No, I suppose they aren’t all that appetizing. I might use some in our food this week, this thyme for instance. But some I will take back with me to the hospital.”

Bree looked at her mother as if she’d spoken another language. “Why?”

“Well, some herbs have healing properties, settling stomachs, soothing pain, all sorts of things. I like to have options.” She spoke matter-of-factly, but her smile was nervous, having been on the receiving end of suspicious looks from her colleagues when introducing herbs to her treatment plans.

“Did you learn about them in medical school?” Bree asked.

“Hmm, no. No, I had read some books before I went to medical school and… Well, I spent some time using more natural… remedies.” Claire’s voice trailed off, catching her words before they shattered the walls she’d built to keep the past at bay.

“‘Learn by doing.’ My biology teacher says that all the time.” Bree added a handful of yarrow to the basket and brushed her hands on her pant legs.

“Books cannot always prepare you for the reality of things. That is very true.” Claire leaned forward and kissed the top of her daughter’s head, pulling a leaf from her curls.

The days at the cabin were long and peaceful. The fresh air and exercise knocked them all out cold before the sun fell below the horizon. Bree woke on the fourth day and found her mother setting her bag on the front porch.

“Do you really have to go?”

Claire turned back to her daughter, a sad smile on her face. “I do. I’m sorry, dear. But I’ll see you in three days. And you will have a wonderful time with your father. Although you are in charge of extracting any splinters he gets now. Think you can manage?”

“Ugh no! I hate splinters. Daddy will have to live with them. I think I’ll pass out if I have to pull any out,” she said, half-joking.

Claire kissed her daughter goodbye and slipped away before Frank woke.

After breakfast, Brianna washed the dishes and went outside to find Frank. He wasn’t out front chopping wood where she’d expected him, but rather behind the cabin, about twenty yards into the woods. He held a rifle at his side, and Brianna’s eyes went wide.

“Bree. Come here.”

“Really?” she asked, disbelief shadowing her face.

A conspiratorial smile answered her.

“You’re going to teach me how to shoot?” she asked when she reached his side.

“Well, yes. I was thinking, Bree, about what you said in the car. That you are not the kind who will be pleased to borrow a hand mixer. You get that from your mother, I think. But you are bright and meticulous and determined, which are all good qualities for a marksman. Or markswoman, as it were. And based on your glee this week, I suspect you may find yourself living in the woods someday so this skill might come in handy.”

She grinned back at him, bright and eager, and his heart swelled with pride. So much of his life as her father was lost to the mundanity of existence, the unrecognized coming and going, the tiny steps that led to big leaps with little to remark upon if only because it was merely part of life. But in this moment he felt the gentle nudge of time, that he, and she, would look back on this memory, distinct and pivotal. That when she thought of him years from now, after he was long gone, she might think of learning to shoot with him in the woods.

It was not deliberate. He did not know when he taught her to shoot that she truly would find herself living in the woods someday. But he did consider, later when he found proof of his wife’s return to the past, that perhaps there had been some subconscious truth behind it all, that he was meant to take her shooting in the woods. That he was meant to come to America. That Claire had to go through the stones and return to him. That it all was meant to be.

Coming Down - Chapter 10 (Sequel to The Other Woman)

Warnings: Language, Daddy kink, Smut, Sex, Desk sex, Rough sex, Angry sex, Choking, Negan being an asshole, Simon being a goof

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Chapter 10

Roxy’s P.O.V

Simon had broken the bad news to me about Daryl. I was furious, how the fuck could he have gotten out of his cell? He must have had help, meaning we had a traitor amongst us. Negan had been busy with Eugene to question me about it thankfully. I knew he would be just as mad if not worse. Simon had offered to go with me to look for him, which we were going to do just after I got done asking Dwight a few questions. Negan and I had left Daryl in Dwight’s care before we went to Alexandria so in my eyes he was the prime suspect. I found him loitering around one of the staircases. I knew this was a place him and Sherry normally shared cigarettes. He studied my expression. “You alright?” He asked. “I’m sure you’ve heard the news by now,” I replied.

“About Daryl? Yeah, I heard something about it.” “Then you can probably guess why I’m here.” “You think I had something to do with it?” “You were the last person he was around. Negan and I left you in charge of him. I have to ask you, you know that.” He nodded understandingly. Dwight and I had never fully gotten along, we’d been more acquaintances. I was just polite to him because of Sherry. But I didn’t trust him, it baffled me that Negan did. “I put him back in his hole like you told me too and then went on wall duty. I don’t know how he got out or who got him out,” Dwight explained.

I still wasn’t buying it. I’d make sure to ask around to make sure he did actually go on wall duty. I sure hope for his sake he was telling the truth. I decided to leave it at that, if Simon and I were fast enough we might be able to find Daryl and bring him back. Then this whole situation would be resolved, and I wouldn’t have to worry about Negan. I headed out to the front gate where Simon was waiting in one of the cars. I climbed into the passenger seat and the gate was opened up to let us pass. “He say anything?” Simon asked. “He said he was on wall duty.” “And do you believe that?”

“I will when I find someone who can confirm that for me. I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but Dwight is the likely suspect,” I explained. “Well Negans pissed, that much is obvious.” “Please don’t remind me.” “It’s not your fault. He can’t blame you for Daryl going missing. We’re gonna take a look around the surrounding area and then we’ll head to Alexandria just in case.” “Thanks Simon.” We drove around for a little while keeping an eye out for any signs of Daryl. Simon had set up a few more search parties in the hopes of finding him faster. Simon kept trying to take my mind off of it, to keep my cheery. “I know just the thing that’ll make you smile,” he spoke. “Do you?” I asked. “Open the glove box.” I pulled the handle, the compartment slipping down. Inside were two pairs of shutter shades. One pair blue, the other red. I frowned at him, what the fuck did he have these for? “I thought it’d be funny,” he shrugged. “Like your sombrero?” “Exactly.”

I put the red pair on and looked at myself in the cars sun visor mirror. I could kinda see the appeal. Simon put on the blue pair, giving me a serious look. I laughed. It felt weird to have moments like this, but it reminded me of times with my friends back before walkers existed. Simpler and happier times. Road trips, with someone doing something stupid to make us laugh. It just felt out of place to have a laugh nowadays. Simon slipped a CD into the cars stereo and turned the volume up, loud rap music coming out through the speakers. As if this situation wasn’t funny enough. We were going to show up at Alexandria with rap music blasting and both of us wearing shutter shades. I laughed at the situation. It just seemed so stupid.

We pulled up to the gates, waiting for them to open. We had likely attracted a few walkers, but they could clean that up. The gate was open, and we pulled in, a few search parties following behind. Simon and I got out the car. Rick was stood with a small group of residents, he didn’t look happy to see us or impressed by the loud music. I put the shutter shades up on my head, so I could actually see properly. “You can relax a little, Negan isn’t here. We just wanted to do a little search of the place, see if your hiding a certain someone,” Simon explained. “Who would we be hiding?” Rick asked. “Daryl.”

Rick remained straight faced and let the men look around the place. I stayed by the cars with Rick and his people. “If Daryl does come back here make sure you let us know. I miss him already. He was such a good dog for me. You think I should put some missing posters up?” I smirked. Rick scowled at me, his jaw clenching as he held his tongue. I wanted him to say something, get a reaction out of him. “I must say you had him very well trained. He wouldn’t even beg me to stop when I was beating him. He’s got some balls on him, shame he doesn’t have the brain cells to match,” I continued. “He’s smarter than you give him credit for. After all he managed to escape your place,” Rick replied.

I laughed, there was the Rick Grimes we knew and loved. Although if Negan were here he wouldn’t have accepted that kind of talk from him. “Your right, although we have Eugene now and he looks like he’s going to be much more fun than Daryl, I wonder how long it’ll be till I break him,” I sneered. Rick went back to being silent, knowing his next words could get Eugene in to serious trouble. Simon came back with no Daryl in tow. I felt my stomach drop. If I went back empty handed, Negan was going to be more than pissed. Daryl had been my responsibility and now he was gone. Negan would never trust me with another ‘guest’ again. Maybe he’d favour me less because of that too, it would give Ruby a fucking chance with him. Was I over thinking? Probably.

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I avoided our room for a while, I just didn’t want to see the disappointment on his face. I wandered through The Sanctuary, not quite sure what to do with myself. I didn’t need to go to our room to find him however. He found me first, pulling me into his office and slamming the door behind him. “What the fuck happened?” He snapped. I avoided his gaze, wrapping my arms around myself. “I don’t know, we were at Alexandria and I left him in Dwight’s care,” I explained. “And have you been out to look for him? Or just sat on your pretty ass all day hoping someone will find him for you?” This got me to look at him, he didn’t get to speak to me like that. I don’t give a fuck who he was, the leader of this place or not he still didn’t talk to me like that.

“I have been out to look for him actually. I was out all fucking afternoon and I’m going out again tomorrow morning. This isn’t my fault.” “He was your fucking responsibility, so I don’t give a fuck who you left him with your still responsible.” “Are you fucking serious? What the fuck do you want me to, gather everyone and start burning faces off until someone owns up? No, I’m not like you Negan, I don’t run in with brute force everytime theres a fucking problem.” “Remember who the fuck your talking too baby girl,” he warned. I rolled my eyes, “shove your fucking ego up your ass. I’ve done everything I can right now. I’ve questioned Dwight and made sure he was where he said he was at the time. I’ve been out to look for him, I went to fucking Alexandria and he wasent there. What else do you fucking want from me?”

“I want you to find who the fuck let him out,” he said matter of factly. “Well gee you could lend a fucking hand, or were you too busy kissing Eugene’s feet? I understand how valuable he is, but he isn’t some sort of fucking god.” Negan shoved me back against the wall, his hand wrapped around my throat. I wasn’t scared of him, he knew he didn’t scare me. “And here you go again, trying to make me back down because you know I’m right,” I sneered. “You need to watch who the fuck your talking too baby girl,” his voice was dangerously low. “Or what?” His grip tightened a little, I ignored the growing heat in my belly. Now was not the time to get aroused.

“You need to calm the fuck down and remember your place,” He warned. “And you need to remember that I don’t give a shit about your rules.” “And that’s why you’re my fucking favourite.” He kissed me hard, the kiss all tongue and teeth. I didn’t care, I hooked a leg around his waist to pull him closer whilst my fingers tangled in his hair. “Your still an asshole,” I growled. “I know.” We kissed again, practically tearing at each other’s clothes. His free hand went between my legs, rubbing me through my panties. I shuddered, needing so much more. He picked me before putting me down on his desk.

He forced me to lay back with the hand around my neck before practically tearing my panties off. He didn’t bother with any preparation or foreplay, as he forced himself inside me. I threw my head back with a loud moan. He wrapped my legs around his waist before starting a hard, rough pace. I pulled him down by a fistful of his hair for a kiss, nipping at his bottom lip. He groaned against my neck, marking it up with fresh love bites. Each thrust was hard enough to send me further up the desk, if it weren’t for the hand around my neck to hold me in place. We both knew this was going to be over quickly, not that it mattered.

Negan continued the pace, the desk hitting the wall each time. I cursed, the knot in my stomach growing tighter and tighter as he brought me closer to the edge. My nails dug into his arm, hard enough to leave deep marks that would bruise in the morning. He reached between us, finding my clit and rubbing it with his thumb. I moaned his name, my back arching off the desk. My orgasm hit me hard and fast, forcing a loud cry from me. Negan reached his own a few thrusts later, with a loud string of curse words. We remained where were for a few moments both just breathing heavy and coming down from our highs. Eventually I sat back up. “How about a thank you baby girl?” He asked. “Depends, are you gonna stop being an asshole?” “We both know that’s debatable.” I smirked, “thank you daddy.”

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Undeniably Important Chapter 10: The Hole Deepens

EEK! It’s my birthday tomorrow! Excited! Anyways, This is my last prewritten chapter of UI. It’ll be good to write this story again, but I plan to post part 3 of Surgery first. Here be some angst. Theres some funny stuff, but like the story will shift towards some angst and then back to happiness once more! Anyways hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 1 – Chapter 2 – Chapter 3 – Chapter 4 – Chapter 5 – Chapter 6 – Chapter 7 – Chapter 8 -- Chapter 9

4:15 pm.

As always, Logan was the first one ready. The door to his room opened as the logical trait walked out to the living room and sat on the couch facing the kitchen. With a whisk of his hand, the door closed normally on its own. He stole one last glance towards his room and thought about his notepad he had left inside.

Logan had gotten quite far in his experimenting process. Not only did he find out he could not write anything else, but he couldn't erase any of the marks or writing he had previously left in it. The fingerprint test he performed puzzled the logical trait even more. In addition to not finding evidence that another aspect had touched it, he couldn't even find evidence that HE had touched it. Not one single fingerprint anywhere.

This is what Logan deemed as a good stopping point in the research process so that he could be ready for dinner on time. The next step to take would be to use his atomic microscope to make sure all subatomic molecu-

"Hey Logan!" Logic was shaken out of his thought process by Morality's greeting. Patton had just walked out of his room and taken a seat on the couch right next to him. The first thing the logical trait noticed was that Patton looked more presentable than usual. Of course he was still wearing his cardigan wrapped around his shoulder and his blue polo, but he was wearing jeans and a leather belt instead of his usual sweatpants.

"Hello Morality. Thank you for your gifts. They were much appreciated." He stated matter of factly.

Patton's smile brightened as he saw the tie and heard his compliment. "Aw, you're welcome Logan." Morality said as he patted his fellow aspect on the back. Shortly afterward however, his smile fell. Logan noticed this.

"Is something wrong Patton?"

"It's...it's just....Anxiety."

"What about Anxiety?"

"Nothing. Nevermind. It's all good." Patton put on a fake smile, but Logan wouldn't have it and just blinked at Patton as if to say "I don't believe you". Morality was seriously considering telling Logan the truth, when Anxiety's room door opened and out walked the darker trait. Patton didn't know if he was grateful or unhappy for his timely appearance, nevertheless it put a hold on the sides' conversation.

"Afternoon..." Anxiety walked past and flopped on the couch across from them. As expected, he looked exactly the same, except for the bangs of his hair. It looked like they had been combed.

"You're hair looks different Anxiety." Logan pointed out.

Anxiety looked up at the logical trait and snorted slightly. "You're tie looks different."

Logan grunted in embarrassment. "Point taken."

Anxiety went back to scrolling through Tumblr. He had to consciously stop himself from taking pictures of Logan's tie. That must've been what was in one of the gift boxes Morality had given him earlier.

It seems all three of them were thinking of the same event, because almost as if on queue, Logan just had to ask Morality about his notepad.

"Patton?"

"Yes Logan?"

"When you intruded my room to place the gift boxes on my desk, did you take my notepad from the stairs and tamper with it at all?"

Morality frowned. Anxiety froze. Uh oh. Here we go.

1 Hour earlier...

"Nothing. Just some weird debate on tumblr that I'm passionate about." Anxiety stated, holding the real notebook behind the door so Patton wouldn't see it.

"Oh. Alright kiddo. Just making sure you're okay." Morality gave a smile that hid his real sadness as he walked away.

Anxiety closed the door, put his back to it, and slinked down in total regret. His thoughts were mixed between sorrow and complete confusion. Try as he may, nothing really made sense. He knew he should have told Morality the truth. If Logan's theory was right and Thomas really was breaking apart from the inside, this situation surely wasn't helping.

It was all too much. He shoved the notepad back in his jacket pocket and ran to his bed desperate for his music. He knew what he should have done, but did he do it? No. Why didn't he do it? His thoughts slamming against his head. Despite his calm face, utter turmoil shrouded his black heart.

Relief washed over him as the music scattered his thoughts. His mind; emptied. The headphones; like a force field separating him from reality. All the while a small nagging played at the back of his head. There was no escaping it. He knew that soon he would have to face the consequences of his choices.

Which is basically what was happening right now.

Back to present time...

Anxiety continued looking at his phone acting as if he didn't hear Logan and Patton's conversation, but still being attentive to what was said. Maybe, he could make things right if the chance provided itself. That chance never came.

Morality lowered his head after Logan asked his question. "I'm sorry Logan." Patton lied.

Anxiety's heart dropped.

"I was just curious about what you write in it. You're a very good drawer." With a stroke of luck, Morality guessed the last statement.

Despite the subtle frown on the logical trait's face, a flash of pink quickly danced across his cheeks leaving as quickly as it came.

"I would be lying if I said I was not surprised at you Patton. You do not usually snoop around our belongings. Nevertheless, I assure you I am not mad and I do forgive you. But, perhaps next time, please ask me first. I would have..." Logan paused to rub his neck. "I would have gladly shown you." Logan contemplated telling Morality about the state his notepad was in, but thought better of it because he wouldn't understand.

Morality smiled a little at his last statement. "Thank you Logan."

"Your welcome, Patton." Logan did not smile back however.

To say Anxiety was a nervous wreck, was a bit of an understatement. Sure, on the outside he looked like he was just scrolling tumblr and not really listening, that is until he looked up and saw Patton flash him a heart broken smile. Oh god it hurt. He subtly put his phone down and rubbed his face with his hands careful not to mess up his make-up or create attention towards himself. And he didn't, because the one who did create attention towards himself decided to burst out of his room at that exact moment.

"Hi-Ho fellow Aspects! Thomas is in the car with his friends now! It's only a matter of time before we get to join him at the restaurant!" Prince stopped in front of the living room clad in his normal Prince outfit as the rest of his clothes were living in Anxiety's room for the time being. The other aspects only blinked in unison at his sudden appearance.

"Aw. What's with the long faces you two? Not Grumpy over there. He always has a long face."

Anxiety grumbled irritatedly and rolled his eyes. "Nice to see you too."

Logan answered for Morality. "It is too realistic of a story to keep your goldfish-sized brain entertained." He adjusted his glasses smugly.

Anxiety chuckled. Okay, that lifted his mood a little. The same could not be said for Patton, even though he was smiling.

"Excuse me!? Would you like to bet?" Prince was taken aback by Logic's remark.  

"Would you like me to remind you of what happened the last time you made a bet?" Logan slightly smirked at Roman.

Roman was about to protest when he realized the last bet he made was this morning. He lowered his head and grunted at the ground. "Fine." But he picked himself back up, to finish his previous thought. "But as I said, Thomas will be there shortly. You all should expect to be summoned soon." He spun on his heels to walk back to his room, but stopped short halfway to turn back around and look at Logan.

After quickly glancing him up and down, Roman smirked. "Nice tie."

"Doggone it." Logan looked to the floor, then to his tie, then to a widely smiling Morality next to him. "No Patton."

4:34 pm

The car arrived at its destination.

"Alright. Everyone out!" Joan yelled. Everyone eagerly hopped out of the car, hungry for food. On the way to the restaurant, they had acquired Terrance who was now walking next to Talyn, who was walking next to Joan, who was walking next to Thomas with Leo on the other side of him.

Laughter rang across the parking lot as all the friends laughed and joked. Once they got to the front, the automatic doors slid open permitting entrance inside the restaurant.

"Hey you guys go on ahead! I'll catch up." Thomas waved at his friends all of which nodded in acknowledgement and went on ahead inside, except Joan.

Joan walked up to Thomas and stayed with him. "Are your sides coming along? Because I thought they just stayed inside your house."

"I don't understand the whole 'mind palace' thing yet. Logan tried to explain, but yes they are coming with me. I figured it would be better to meet them out in the parking lot."

"I just hope no one thinks you're talking to yourself." Joan told him worriedly.

"Well, I already do that enough on a daily basis. They will most likely be doing their own thing anyways."

"I still wish I could see them. You say they all look like you?"

"Except with different outfits." There was a slight pause before Thomas decided to speak again. "Alright they aren't here yet so, I'm gonna summon them." Thomas snapped his fingers and all four aspects instantly materialized in front of them.

"Hi Joan!"

"Hello Joan."

"Greetings Joan!"

"Sup?"

Joan still couldn't see or hear anything. "You say they are all standing there waving hi?"

"Yeah. They're all pretty happy to see you." Thomas turned to Joan then back to his aspects. "Nice tie Logan. You're lookin' spiffy Morality. Anxiety. Love the hair. And Prince, Just as fabulous as always."

"Thanks." Logan straightened his dog tie.

"Glad you think so, kiddo."

Anxiety clicked his tongue.

"Nothing ever less than that."

Anxiety scoffed. "That's what you say now."

Prince groaned. "This is dinner. Not the Outfit war. Yes. I know you won. Can you stop rubbing it in, please!?"

Thomas silenced their banter. "Alright. Alright. This is a fancy restaurant, please try to keep your voices down and no bickering inside this place." He pointed to the restaurant behind him.

"They are arguing now?" Joan asked inquisitively.

"All they ever do is argue." Thomas was already considering sending them back to the mind palace.

"That's not true." Morality pouted slightly.

"Nevermind. Let's just...walk in." Thomas motioned them towards the restaurant as he and Joan guided the four aspects through the automated doors...only to have them slam shut in the four aspects' faces. Thomas stared dumbfoundedly from the other side of the doors.

"Can they not get through?" Joan asked Thomas just as confused as he was.

Logan sighed in irritation. "Of course. Motion-sensor doors."

Everyone groaned. It was going to be a long night.

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Dan and Phil

Dan walked around the cafeteria in his worn out converse and ripped jeans, trying to spot which table his friends were at today. As usual they were in the very corner of the cafeteria, all huddled together and laughing. Dan sat between Byrony and Phil as soon as he reached the table. Once he placed his school lunch down on the sticky table Phil instinctively wrapped a protective arm around his best friend’s waist. Phil didn’t know it, but Dan had a huge crush on him, anyone who met them definitely knew. Thats why their friends made fun of them constantly, because Dan had told them his obvious secret. “Tone down the PDA mate,” PJ laughed from the other side of the table. “Oh shut up PJ, you’re just jealous because you don’t have someone you can do this with,” Phil shot back. PJ just scoffed and Dan giggled, leaning into his friends touch. “As if, Chris clearly wants PJ to fuck him,” Dan said without thinking. “Dan! You said you could keep a secret you dick head!” Chris blushed violently and hid behind his own hands. “Wait what?!” PJ exclaimed as if it wasn’t obvious. Everyone laughed except for Chris, who was still hiding. PJ took Chris’s hand from his face and held it while whispering something that no one else could hear. “Oi, tone down the PDA mate,” Phil mocked. “Oh shut up Phil,” Byrony but in, “So how long have you and Dan been together Phil?” Dan blushed and hid in Phil’s side. If they kept making jokes like this Phil would find out soon, and he couldn’t have that, it would ruin his friendship with Phil. “Come on ass hat. You all know were not together and never will be,” Dan remarked. “Mhm sure honey,” ~~ Later that day they were all going out to a movie, Dan had a backpack with a blanket and “secret” snacks to sneak in for him and Phil. Knowing them, they’d end up putting away the arm rest in the theater and cuddling while wrapped in the blanket, no matter what movie it was. Dan found it as his own personal heaven and suggested movie nights each week months ago. It was his only way to get the physical affection he craves and not be teased by Peej. “Hey Phil, do you want to come over tonight? My mums not home, we could stay up all night.” Chris asked waiting in line for their tickets. “Sorry mate I’m already going to Dan’s tonight.” “Yeah to fuck!” Peej laughed at his own dumb adolescent joke. Byrony giggled and nodded her head. “You aren’t funny dick, we’re just friends!” Dan defended. “You literally sat in Phil’s lap on the way over here,” Byrony said while giggling more, “And he played with your hair!” “Thats what friends do!” “Uh huh sure” ~~ During the movie Dan had somehow migrated into Phils lap again. Phil was playing with his hair with one hand and rubbing agonizingly slow circles on Dan’s hip with the other. Dan had no clue how Phil did this and still somehow payed attention to the movie. The entire time he buried his head in Phils neck and he was imagining fucking Phil. He knows its wrong to think about these things while he’s in his best friends lap but he cant help it. Slowly Dan started to grow hard, he shook his head and tried to think about anything else. grandma grandma grandma. “You okay babe?” oh yeah, another thing, they always called each other babe and baby, but they’re just friends mind you. “Mhm just tired,” Dan faked a yawn and snuggled farther into Phil’s neck. “Go to sleep then, I’ll carry you out to the car later and wake you up when we get back to your house.” “Mmk darlin, night.” Although Dan was faking the yawn he was quite tired, and he wanted to stay up late tonight. He decided it was best to just stick with the lie and go to sleep on Phils chest. ~~ Dan was currently snoring lightly on Phil’s chest and muttering something incomprehensible while being carried out to the car. “Oi, wake princess up,” Chris snickered. “I’ll just sit him on my lap and buckle him in with me. Let him sleep asshole.” “You know he likes you right?” Byrony stated matter of factly. “Yeah right, stop joking guys, you know I like him, theres no need to get my hopes up,” Phil scoffed and sped up towards the car. Their three friends shook their heads behind him. Dan and Phil would find out eventually. Right? ~~ “P-Phil,” Dan said lightly while tightening his grip on him. Phil thought that Dan had woken up so he responded with a small “hm?” but got no response. They had just dropped off Byrony and now were heading towards Dan’s house. Since Phil didn’t get an answer he just assumed Byrony slamming the door woke up Dan for a split second. That was until Dan grinded against Phil’s thigh. Phil felt a surge of arousal shoot through his body. Dan did it again and Phil gasped. Dan opened his mouth to moan again but Phil quickly covered his mouth. He couldn’t believe this. His best friend, not to mention his crush, was having a wet dream. In his lap. In the back of their friends car. Moaning Phil’s name! Phil debated waking him up, or just waiting until they got home and ignoring the whole situation. His awkwardness decided the second option was best. Only seconds later Dan was grinding again and panting against Phil’s hand which was still covering his mouth. Phil prayed to every god he could think of that this car ride would be over soon because he was starting to get hard under his sleeping friend. He knew that he shouldve moved his hands from where they were on Dan’s hips because he didnt want to invade his friends space during a dream like this. Phil’s self conscious had a different idea though and moved his hands somewhere worse. Dan’s plump ass. He knew it wasnt right but he couldnt fight his instincts. Dans grinding slowed, but only so that he could push back into Phil’s hands. Phil squeezed hard and Dan’s eyes shot open. “Oh no,” Phil whispered almost completely silent. “Ph-” “Okay guys, we’re here.” Peej announced from the front seat, “See you guys Monday. Have a good weekend.” Dan slowly and cautiously crawled out of Phils lap, careful to hide his hard on from his friends as they said goodbye. When Chris and PJ pulled out of Dan’s drive way Dans mouth failed to make a sound even though he opened it. “I’m so sorry Dan! I dont know what i was thinking but you were grinding on me- and- an- and you moan- moaned my name! My body was just reacting I’m so so so sorry!!” Phil spat out quickly. “Hey, ba-Phil, don’t worry, its okay, I lik-” Dan paused and didnt finish his thought, “Lets just go inside. We dont have to talk about it if you dont want to okay babe- Phil.” “Oh god I’m so sorry for making things awkward I didnt mean to but you kept going and oh god im so sorry-” “Has anyone ever told you that sometimes you need to shut up Philly?” “Make me,” Phil shot back but instantly regretted it. “Oh my god I didnt mean t-” He was cut off by Dan’s lips against his. “Do you really think you touching my ass bothered me? You even said yourself that i was moaning your name idiot.” “Shh,” Phil joked and grabbed Dans hand. The kiss had boosted Phil’s self confidence, and he thought back to what his friends said about Dan having a crush on him. “How about we go up to your room baby? We can handle the little problem I have and sort our relationship out afterwards.” “O-okay,” Dans usually dominating voice was small and timid now. He led Phil into the house and tugged his hands up the stairs. He wasnt leading because Phil didnt know where to go, of course he did, but because Phil was going at the slowest pce possible so that Dan would have to wait. “Please Phil, come onnn~” he whined. Once they reached Dans room he flung the door open. “Calm down baby, you’ll get what you want if you wait.” “But I want you now-” Dan was going to continue complaining like a child but he was cut off by a kiss. Phil pulled away and smirked,“Thats pay back for cutting me off earlier dick.” “Philly! No cussing!”, he playfully hit him on the chest. He was glad that his crush changed nothing. Hell, him grinding on his friend while having a wet dream changed nothing. They were still best friends and this moment made that clear to Dan. Phil smiled goofily at him and leaned in again, only to end up kissing Dan’s cheek though because Dan moved at last minute. Dan giggled and did it again when Phil attempted another kiss. “Oh whatever babe, now come on, I wanna kiss you more.” “Hmm- Nope.” Dan slid out of Phil’s grip and giggled as he ran across the room and leapt onto his bed. Phil chased after him, laughing also. He sat down next to Dan and just gazed at his friends eyes. “You’re so gorgeous Dan,” he said as he reached out and cupped his face, “Can I kiss you again?” “I dunno can you?” Dan teased. Phil rolled his eyes and leaned in slowly. Their lips collided and Dan swore he could feel his heart beating out of his chest. It all seemed so real, Phil’s hand in his hair, Phil’s lips on his own. Quickly he became paranoid. Even though they had this moment of goofing around would their friendship change after tonight? Would they end badly? Apparently Phil could hear him thinking because he pulled back. “Dan, baby calm down. We can stop if you want, we dont have to do anything. We can even pretend this never happened if thats what you want. I would never do anything to hurt you love.” “I’m just scared- I want you though, now come here again,” They kissed at Dans pace and soon Dan leaned back and rested his head against the pillows. “Will you touch me? Please? I dont care what you do. Just please-” “Of course princess. Can I straddle you?” Dan nodded and Phil climbed into his lap. He lowered his hands down to Dan’s sides and looked up for consent before putting his hands under Dan’s shirt. It was all so intimate, Dan couldnt help but moan at the light little touches running up and down his chest. “Please- just give me more please baby I’ll do anything.” “We’re gonna go slow okay? Just wait and you’ll get what you want.” Phil took Dans shirt off after asking if it was okay and slowly started to kiss over his chest. “You’re so pretty, have such a nice chest and a lovely stomach.” He pinched Dan’s side in a joking manor and smiled up at the giggling boy. Dan blushed and looked away,“Oh come on youre just saying that,” “I know you just found out I fancy you, but ever since we met I have thought that. Youre truly breathtaking Dan, and if youll let me I’d really really like to touch you right now.” He kissed down Dans stomach, closer and closer to his pant line. “Plea-” His plead was cut off by a loud moan as Phil kissed his dick through his skinny jeans. “More. More More More Please!” Phil unzipped Dans skinny jeans and started to pull them off. They got stuck at mid thigh and Dan burst out laughing. “Stop laughing you dick!” That only made him laugh more. Phil silenced him though by mouthing over Dan’s briefs. Dan gasped as soon as he felt the warm sensation through his underwear and Phil could feel his friends cock twitch. “How far do you wanna go love?” “Can- I- um-” Phil was sliding Dans skinny jeans off fully as Dan was attempting to speak. “Mhmm?” “Can you fuck me?” Dan said in one breath. Phil smiled up at him while he took his own shirt off. “How about you ride me? That way you can control the pace baby. Does that sound nice?” Dan glanced at Phil’s exposed chest and was only half listening when he nodded. “Have you ever prepped before? If you know what im trying to say…” Phil stared down at his feet and blushed as he was saying this. Dans confidence had shot through the roof with all of the compliments Phil was giving him so he decided to go with his cocky response. “Of course I have, I did this morning in the shower. Thinking about your nice thick cock. I want it everywhere. In my hand, in my mouth, in my ass.” Phil groaned and hurried to take off his own skinny jeans while Dan kept going. “I even did after school too, before the movie. I was thinking about you touching me the whole time. Thinking about your fingers trailing all up and down my chest. Thinking about your lips nipping at my neck-” he was cut off by Phil doing just that. He left a love bite right above his shoulder and then carried on with more all over Dan’s neck. He left one right below his jaw, one on his collarbone. Anywhere he could reach. “So I dont have to stretch you then?” Phil laughed in a teasing way and asked Dan where he kept the lube. “Be-bed side table-” Dan blushed as Phil pulled Dan’s boxers down. “Hm? Why are you so nervous? What else am i going to find?” He said casually as he slipped off his own boxers and reached for the drawer. When Phil opened the bed side table he expected pornos, or the pair of joke hand cuffs PJ got Dan last christmas. But not all of these. No. He would never guess that dan would have these. Lets just have a run down of what exactly Phil was looking at. A drawer full of bright pink and purple dildos. And vibrators. And lacy panties. Black ones to be specific. And two bottles of empty lube and one fairly empty bottle of lube. His jaw dropped as his picked up a huge vibrator. Phil would say that hes a pretty big guy down there but this fucking vibrator was at least ten inches. Dan hid behind his hands as Phil examined all of the different vibes and such. “Hm.. maybe we’ll have fun with those later, but for right now I think I’ll just have you ride me.” He smirked again cheekily and Dan just rolled his eyes and grabbed the last bottle of lube and a condom. “Shut up and turn over so I can ride you, you dick,” he said as he rolled the condom onto Phils dick. “Oh look at Mr.dominant coming out. Who wouldve guess you’re dominant with all of those toys in there?” Phil snickered at his own joke but Dan just hit his chest and shut him up with a kiss. Since Dan was acting so needy Phil decided it was best to just get on with it. So he had Dan straddle him and positioned his cock right at Dan’s entrance. As Dan slowly sunk down onto the tip of Phil’s dick they both groaned. Phil had to try with all his might to keep his needy teenage body from bucking up into Dan. “Oh god- can I go further?” Dan asked. “Of course you can doofus.” Dan tweaked his nipple for that comment; which was simultaneously causing pain and pleasure for Phil. He began to go further, taking in an inch at a time and pausing to groan and take a breath. It was pure agony for Phil to just sit there completely still so he tried to distract himself with praises for Dan. “Good job baby boy, you take me so well, look so good like that.” While Phil let these praises out Dan had nothing to do but gasp and moan. When he finally got all of Phil’s cock inside him Phil stopped with the praises and instead bit all over Dan’s neck again. The love bites from earlier were already starting to fade since they were nothing more than a little nip, but Phil was determined to leave a mark this time. He sucked and pulled at the skin with his teeth, pulling away only a couple times to kiss over the freshly bruised skin. When he was done leaving a bright red mark Dan was panting and pleading him to let him move. Of course Phil immediately told him to go whenever he was ready so Dan began bouncing up and down. Even though Phil knew Dan was a virgin he guessed by all of the sex toys that Dan was used to having something up his ass. “Please Phil, its not enough, I need you to fuck up into me~” Phil listened and started to thrust up at the same time that Dan was coming down. He knew he found Dans prostate because Dan gasped and went even faster at the same angle. “God baby you look so good, fucking yourself so good. Can’t wait to see your pretty face when you cum.” These little comments only seemed to spur Dan on more, but soon it was too much and he was completely wrecked. He lifted himself up off of Phils cock and laid next to him. “Phiw- is too much- need you to fuck me, m’ legs are too tired…” “Of course they are you lazy oaf,” after his remark Phil got right to it. He slid his cock right back into Dan and started to thrust back and forth. He could see Dan getting needier by the second, begging for more and blushing and gasping. Phil was entirely blissed out by all of the sounds Dan was making and by how good it felt. “Do you think you can cum untouched baby?” Dan nodded fiercely and moaned at the though of it. He reached behind Phil and pulled him down closer by his neck. “Fuck- Phil I’m getting close-” “You look so good baby, I bet you’ll look stunning when you cum. Begging for more, youll look so perfect.” Dan moaned at his words and started to grind back against Phil movements. Phil found Dans prostate again and pounded into it relentlessly, still letting little praises come out. “Such a good boy. Take me so well. You feel so good.” Dan writhed on the sheets beneath Phil and clenched his sheets tight with both fists. “I need you Phil- need to kiss you.” Phil obliged and leaned down to kiss the needy boy beneath him while keeping the same speed. “Are you going to come baby boy?” Dan groaned and released as a response. He felt as if he was floating for a second. His vision got blurry as he released white streaks all over him and his best friend. When Phil saw the completely blissed out face of Dan he locked eyes with him and released inside the condom. As Phil pulled out Dan found himself feeling empty. Even though some of his toys were huge, none of them felt that good. Phil reached over to Dan’s bedside table and grabbed some tissues that were obviously there for this reason. “So..” “No- no talking now please. Jus’ some cuddles please?” Dan looked up with a pleading, almost innocent look and Phil just couldnt resist. He threw out the tissues and the condom and laid next to Dan. Dan instantly wrapped his legs around Phil’s waist and arms around his neck and kissed him swiftly on the cheek. “Night cutie, we’ll talk in the morning over some pancakes and tea okay?” “Sounds great love, goodnight.”

Shopping Disasters - Stiles Stilinski

Summary: Stiles takes (Y/N) shopping after ruining her favourite jeans and tells a douche to fuck off.

Warnings: Swearing (just a lil).

Scott and I were sitting at a table in the cafeteria discussing how we were going to go about the new threat in Beacon Hills. He was struggling to come up with something which meant as always he’d come to me for help. Although I wasn’t the smartest in the group, I was one of if not the most determined. That was something I loved about myself. No matter what, I’d never give up. There was always a way. 

“Well, what if I distract them by pretending that one of them is killing me but its secretly like Liam dressed up and then I can attack them when they aren’t factoring me into their plan and they’ve forgotten about me.” I suggest.

“No, too many things could go wrong. You’re scent might give it away somehow too. Theres a big difference between the smell of alive and dead people.”

“Yeah, but only after they’ve started decomposing.” 

“How can you talk about something like that without even looking disturbed.” Scott shifted uncomfortably.

“Scott, come on. You’re the one thats going out and smelling this and fighting these guys all the time. Surely a conversation like this doesn't scare you that bad.” I say matter of factly as he screws his face up. I giggle which quickly stops as I hear Stiles calling out for us and running towards us and then feeling his lunch splatter all over my pants. I gasp loudly and freeze trying to wrap my head around what had happened. 

“Oh my god (Y/N), I’m so sorry.” I laugh slightly in disbelief. 

“That was my favourite pair of jeans.” 

“I’ll buy you some more! I promise.” I start wiping myself off and laughing.

“No, its fine Stiles. Don’t stress. Lydia always has a spare set of clothes on her anyways.”

“What? Where’s the rest of it?” I ask shocked. 

“It’s a skirt, (Y/N); not a thong.” She rolls her eyes with a playful smile. 

“And this?!”

“A crop top?” 

“Never mind, I’ll just wear the spaghetti stained clothes.”

“Uh, uh. Not on my watch. A good friend would never let you walk around wearing that. Go get changed.” She says as she throws me her clothes. I look at her skeptically before she makes a ‘shoo’ sign and I throw my head back playfully exaggerating. 

“(Y/N)!” I hear from behind me. I turn around to see Stiles running towards me. “I just wanted to let yo- oh shit” I furrowed my eyebrows together.

“What?” 

“You’re um... outfit.”

“Yeah, it’s Lydia’s spare. I didn’t realise it would be... well this.”

“No, no, no. You look good- It looks good. Uh-anyway, I double checked with Scott and he said that he’s working tonight so he doesn’t need any help with, y’know.” He says as he lifts his hands and does the worst impression I’d ever seen. I giggled and he quickly stopped. “So, uh if you want, like you don’t have to, but I was just thinking, I could take you out. Like to the shops. To go... shopping. Because I ruined your jeans. And-”

“If you stop talking then yes.” I laugh and he nods furiously. 

“Thanks by the way. And you know what, I think the jeans you got me are even better than the ones I already had.” I smiled as we sat down in the food court.

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s my fault you lost them in the first place. I just have to quickly go pee so I’ll be right back.” He says as he walks off taking his phone.

“Hey there, little lady. Did your boyfriend leave you?” A guy who was obviously in college came over wearing his frat jumper and a dumb snapback cap. 

“Oh, no. He’s not my boyfriend.” I say as I think of Stiles and smile a little. We definitely had something but nothing had happened as of yet.” 

“Oh, really?” He smirks as he sits down in Stile’s seat.

“Oh, sorry but my friends coming back so you can’t really sit there.” He ignores what I say and picks a fry up off of my plate. I quickly send a text to Stiles saying ‘SOS’. “I suggest you put that fry back where it was.” He smirks and winks at me as he takes a bite out of it and puts the rest on my plate. I immediately stand up and lean over the table. 

“What are you gonna do, sweetheart?” I angrily glare at him and next thing I know I had punched him in the face. 

“(Y/N)? What are you doing?!” I heard Stiles say as he quickly strode towards the table. “What happened?” He asks confused to the guy sitting in his spot. 

“This psycho bitch hit me!” Stiles looked at him with the most disgusting look I had ever seen. I didn’t think it was possible for Stiles to even appear that angry but if looks could kill then this asshole would be six feet under.

“Fuck off.” He said lowly. My eyes widened as Stiles rarely ever said that word.

“Excuse me?” 

“Fuck. Off.” He said slightly louder but so intensely angry that the guy quickly stood up and walked off. 

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have left you alone.” He hugs me.

“It’s not you’re fault. And I think I took care of him pretty well.” I smirked as I rubbed my knuckles thinking about the punch. 

“Thats my girl.” He said without thinking and swung his arm around my shoulder. I froze for a second before easing into it. I picked up my bag and Stiles and I walked like that all the way back to his jeep. “Home?” He asks and I shake my head. 

“Let’s go on an adventure.” I smile. Stiles returns the gesture and we drive out to the forest where we then walk through it for the next hour or so just feeling complete with one another’s company. 

Time to go write my 4 Literature essays! wooo! :/