#so just.. imagining him upset and trying to finger crochet to try and calm down but his hands are too shaky to and. OUHHGG

[enderspawn]

grizzly offhandedly mentioned dakota was teaching the children how to crochet in s2 ep8 and i cannot stop thinking about it

HOW could you say this to me now i am going to be plagued w bl;orbo thoughts......

[quindolyn]

General Relationship  Headcanons || Remus Lupin

Notes: I still have a Remus fic I’m working on, but made some good progress on today, I’m just going really slow because I’ve had a lot going on between school and my budding crocheting career (it’s not going well). This is all over the place I’m so sorry. I was thinking I would try writing full blown smut because I liked the part with the photograph but I have no clue. Also this inspired me to write either a fic or a headcanon with dad!Remus

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, smut, written while very tired

Someone had just been spewing biggoted hatred about werewolves in the Great Hall during lunch when he left in a rush dragging James and Sirius with him and convincing them not to hex the people who were speaking ill of him.

“S’not worth it guys, just come on.”

“What are you talking about Moony? It's completely worth it!”

“Yeah, Pads is right, you’re worth fighting a couple idiots for Remus.”

But he’s just not convinced

He’s sulking through the halls after calming his friends down when he runs into you

“Hi Remus!” You chirp

It's a Thursday, so you’re in your school uniform but your shirt is untucked and the top couple buttons are undone, and Remus can’t help from blushing because even mussed you’re still the most beautiful person he has ever seen.

He mumbles out a hello and you can tell he’s not himself so you offer to sit by the black lake with him and talk a bit if he’s up for it

He’s hesitant at first but he eventually takes you up on his offer

You guys settle in by a tree next to the lake a foot or so apart from each other

But the longer you’re out there and the more the conversation flows the closer you inch towards each other until your hand brushes his and you ask if you can look at it,

“Just look at my hand?”

Remus makes the most adorable confused faces

“Yeah,”

And he’s like; “Okay, I don’t see why’d you want to, but I’m not going to stop you.”

You run the tips of your fingers down the backs of his fingers, commenting on their length

“Do you moisturize your hands?”

And he responds affirmatively while just sort of staring at you because you look so beautiful studying him

And he’s baffled about how you could find something so mundane about him so gorgeous

When you tell him that he has pretty fingers he basically melts

He argues that fingers can’t be pretty, you disagree

Emphatically so

Remmy has a major size kink so seeing his hands be so much larger than yours and that you have to use both of yours to cradle one of his makes him almost black out

He has to stop himself from telling you that your hands are so small and how much he likes that they’re literally half the size of his.

He hasn’t told you about his condition yet so he can’t share with you exactly why he was upset, but you know, you spend so much time watching him, it would be hard to miss the signs

But you do your best to comfort him with the little information he gives you but just having you there next to him, his hand in yours, grounds him and makes the worries of the past afternoon fade away

He thanks Merlin that the both of you had free periods that afternoon because he couldn’t have imagined spending his afternoon any other way.

The only reason he ever leaves that tree is because you tell him you’re hungry, at this point your head is resting against his shoulder, your hands still holding his.

Remus wakes up the next day with the goofiest smile on his face

He had dreamt of you

You definitely call him out about it at

“Lupin, what’s up with the grin?”

Baby boy turns 12 different shades of red

“Nothing, just, um, happy today.”

James and Sirius proceed to tease him about liking a girl while you sit there, looking at him over the Daily Prophet.

It doesn’t take long for them to figure out that he likes you

Every time you talk to him he goes bright red

(He feels a little guilty about it) But sometimes he uses the Marauder’s Map not to stalk you but to find your general location so he could bump into you

After 2 weeks of this, of the blushing and the semi stalking James has had enough of it

He sits down next to you in potions, Lily and Remus give him weird looks

Sirius is cracking up because he and James share a singular brain cell and he knows exactly what James is thinking

James keeps on making jokes about how handsome and strong Remus is

Finally he’s just like “You know Remus likes you right? Like a lot?”

Now it's your turn for your face to explode

After class you find Remus sitting in the library and you just walk up to him and kiss him

At first he freaks out and then he realises

You’re

Kissing

Him

Once you’re dating he’s always touching you in some shape or form

A hand on your thigh

An arm around your shoulder

His hands on your hips

He just loves touching you

It keeps him grounded

He likes when you play with his hands, it reminds him of that day by the Black Lake

Forehead kisses

Lots of forehead kisses

If you have bangs that’s an extra plus because he’ll dig his nose through them in order to part them to get to your skin

He likes to pull you into his lap when you’re sitting in the common room

And while you’re sitting on his lap he’ll work his hands up under your shirt and press his palms against your stomach

If you run cold he’ll make sure to do this a lot so he can warm you up because he’s always warm

And he likes it

Sirius and James mock him for it but they totally crawl into bed with him in the middle of winter when their dorm is too cold and they’re too lazy to cast a heating charm

He is the sweetest person alive, he’s not uber wealthy like James or Sirius but he doesn’t hesitate to splurge for you.

If you’re walking in Hogsmeade and you point out something you think is pretty he’ll ask Lily to distract you while he goes in and buys it for you

There’s one lingerie shop in Hogsmeade

One

But boy doesn’t have any problem walking in there and buying you lingerie and stuff, even though a group of 4th years like to stand outside of it and take note of everyone who goes in there

He likes it when you’ll wear one of the thongs he buys you with one of his sweaters

He loves seeing you in any of his clothes

But his sweaters just engulf you and he loves how much longer the sleeves are than your arms, he just loves it

The first night you sleep over in his dorm Sirius has a nightmare and crawls into bed with you guys

And Remus looks at you like, “Are you okay with this?”

Of course you are because when you date one of them you basically date all of them

And you love Sirius, he’s one of your closest friends

So you all sleep scrunched together in Remus’ bed with Sirius in the middle.

In the morning once you’ve all woken up Remus pulls you into the bathroom and kisses you deeply

When you ask him why he tells you it's because seeing you be so kind to someone he cares about so much was one of the highlights of his life

He is always blown away by your immeasurable kindness

Cuddle piles with all three of them because they’re all clingy and you love it

Marauder movie nights

James or Sirius always come find you when Remus isn’t feeling well, whether that be physically or mentally

When he tells you he’s a werewolf he cries

And the sight breaks your heart, Remus crying always breaks your heart

You pull him into your arms when he tells you that he understands if you’d rather end your relationship

And his begging for you not to tell anyone turns into him begging you to stay

That’s when he tells you he loves you

“I love you, please don’t leave me. I love you so much, my life wouldn’t be worth living without you.”

You scold him for that

“Your life will always be worth living, you hear me Remus Lupin? Your life is precious.”

He’s a lot bigger than you so its a little awkward but you settle into a position where you’re both comfortable with him in your arms, with him practically lying on top of you

When you hear him whimpering “please don’t leave me” in his sleep you crumble and pull him tighter to your body

Murmuring “never” over and over again into his ear.

“Never gonna leave you.”

When you both tell your parents/guardians that he's a werewolf (your parents/guardians are wizards for the purposes of this headcanon) they hug both of you and tell you guys that it doesn’t matter what he is as long as he loves you

That night while you’re lying in bed he turns his head to look at you and says; “You know that I love you right angel?”

“I know Remmy.”

When he’s recovering you feed him chocolate, and at first it’s a little embarrassing for him but it quickly becomes one of the things that gets him through his transformations

When he’s done he gets to see you and you’re going to feed him chocolate

It makes him indescribably happy.

Remus is so gentle with you, he treats you like you’re made of glass because he never wants anyone to hurt you and he certainly doesn’t want to be the one to hurt you

The first time you have sex you’re not disappointed it was just a bit awkward for you because you could tell he was holding something back.

When you confront him about it he feels really bad because he never wanted you to feel uncomfortable and he apologizes profusely.

You chuckle a bit because you weren’t looking for an apology

You tell him that you think it would be really beneficial for the two of you to have a no holds bar conversation about sex before you guys did it again

He agrees but he’s a little scared

What if you think he’s sick

And gross

And perverted

And disgusting

And he doesn’t want to hurt you if the wolf takes over, he thinks you deserve someone who can’t lose themselves like he can

He’s so relieved when you show interest in some of the things he’s proposing

“Really you’ll let me do that?”

“‘Course I’ll let you spank me, give me your worst, I promise I’ll tell you if anything makes me feel uncomfortable.”

By the time you’re done talking about it and all of the boundaries the two of you need he’s so hard

Hard as a rock

He’s not sure if he’s ever been more turned on in his entire life

“Can we maybe try this all out now?”

You laugh but say yes.

It was the most mindblowing sex of your entire life

He’s the meanest dom, he makes you beg for his cock

He loves mocking you and when you blush he laughs at you because you’re his pathetic little slut (and he can’t believe he’s lucky enough to be doing this with you)

When you call him “Daddy” for the first time he goes feral, you’ve never been fucked so hard in your entire life

“You filthy little slut you like that don’t you? Answer me.”

“Yes Daddy, love your cock.”

“Good puppy.”

One time Sirius walks in on you guys fucking and hears Remus call you puppy, he goes out and buys a collar that says that on it gives it to him for you

Remus has no clue what to say so he just stays silent, looking at Sirius disbelieving

“Don’t worry mate, I’m not judging you, I thought it was hot.”

Remus takes a photo of you in your collar, fucked out and covered in him cum and makes you give it to Sirius as a thank you present

He likes to make you hump things

Your pillow

The edge of the bed

His thigh

The arm of the couch

Calls you his bitch in heat, and you love it

You guys can’t walk by baby stores or the baby section in a department store because Remus will take you to the bathroom and fuck you there

He loves telling you how he’s going to “fuck his pups” into you

Remus also loves making you cum 2 or 3 times at least before cummming himself

He loves that he can make you fall apart on his fingers

You get married before you get pregnant

It’s a tasteful ceremony and reception, no Voldemort in my world because they all deserve to live and be happy, you guys have to leave early because he can’t keep his hands off you.

He’s low key disappointed that he doesn’t get you pregnant immediately but at the same time thankful because what if he passes on the werewolf genes?

You tell him how stupid that is, you have to reassure him again and again and it eventually seems to stick after a while

It doesn’t take a super long time for you to get pregnant, just 2 months but Remus is so patient about so many things, and he doesn’t want to be patient about this.

He wants to watch you swell with his pups, now.

When he does get your pregnant he gives you a celebratory fuck, “wanna make sure it stays in there.”

“That’s not how it works Re-”

“Would you just shut up and let me fuck this slutty cunt or does Daddy have to get your gag?”

As you start to show he’s gentler in fucking you, he doesn’t want to hurt you

But you miss him fucking you like he used to , treating you like a ragdoll and throwing you around

You know just how to piss him off, he comes home one day to you lying stark naked in your guys’ bed playing with yourself.

He hauls you across his lap and makes you say why you’re being punished in between each spank

Doesn’t fuck you quite yet, instead makes you get off on your fingers, and when you can’t me spits into your open mouth while be ruins your cunt.

“My cunt, that’s my pussy, not your’s and you don’t get to touch it without my permission, s’mine. Gonna make you remember that.”

He freaks the fuck out when you start going into birth, he has Lily come over who brings Sirius and James with her, unfortunately, because they’re their typical idiotic selves and can’t shut up mostly because they’re nervous

Because this is their niece or nephew coming and they have no clue what they’re supposed to do.

But when they see you screaming in agony and falling into Remus’ arms as they try to get you to St. Mungos they quickly shut up

Remus sits with you during the entirety of your labor, “Good girl, you can do this baby, I believe in you.”

“Say that again please”

“I believe in you.”

I personally see Remus as both a boy and a girl dad, like with Sirius I think he’d be wonderful with 3 little girls running around wanting to have tea parties with him, but Remus is a bit more versatile

Your first child is a beautiful little boy

And the first full moon he makes it through without turning like Remus he sobs, full on sobs, you hold him and soon James and Sirius are there too, all four of you with your baby in the middle of you.

Remus doesn’t die. Ever. Fuck canon

tagging: @randomoutsiders​

[doodle--writes]

It’s Okay- Eddie Kaspbrak Imagine

*GIF not mine*

Word Count: 2,291 Warnings: Description of Abuse, Clowns, Guns, Alcohol Request: Hello! May I request an Eddie Kaspbrak imagine where the reader has low-self esteem and is terrified of Pennywise because of past abuse and Eddie is sweet and loving and comforts them? Thanks! _____

"What the fuck is wrong with you lately?"

You looked to Richie, ready to give him more than a playful punch. He had been getting on your nerves all afternoon and your mood before that wasn't helping.

You stood.

"Nothing is wrong. Maybe if you can shut your mouth for more than five minutes I'd be a little more cheerful!"

"Oh yeah! Well what abo-"

"Beep beep, Richie."

You pulled your attention away from Richie and looked over to see none other than Eddie standing about a yard away. You could feel his condemnation from there as he looked at both of you, arms crossed.

You looked at him, pleading. "Eddie he's saying something is wrong with me. There's nothing wrong! I'm fine!"

Eddie's eyes locked with yours. Immediately you looked away, focusing more on the ground and how dirty your Keds were.

"Richie, just drop it. Y/N doesn't want to talk about it with anyone but me." He stepped closer, grabbing your wrist. "So we're going back to my house. We'll call you guys later."

Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to protest, but quickly snapped it shut, knowing full well that arguing with Eddie was about as effective as telling a cat not to knock something off a table.

So you begrudgingly accepted Eddie dragging you out of the clubhouse and to his bike; you didn't have your own so you always hitched a ride on Eddie's.

The ride was silent other than the two times Eddie screeched curses because he almost got hit by 'careless drivers' as he called them. In reality he was the one being reckless.

Once at his house, both of you dismounted the bike and Eddie carelessly let it drop onto his driveway before he headed inside.

Your welcoming sight was Sonia Kaspbrak practically spilling over the sides of her recliner as she knit something; probably her one thousandth winter scarf for Eddie.

Eddie nervously smiled. "Hey mommy, Y/N is staying over for a while, alright?"

She looked up, smiling, her cheeks taking over her eyes entirely. "Of course Eddie-Kins. I love you."

Eddie smiled and began to walk to his room before he heard an abrupt: "Say it back."

Eddie silently cringed and sighed before he turned back to her with a painfully fake smile. "I love you mommy."

She smiled and looked back at her crocheting. Eddie practically ran to his room, gesturing for you to do the same.

Once inside of his room with the door shut, he gave a sigh if relief.

"I hate when she makes me say that in front of you guys." His cheeks grew red and he fussed with his hair.

You casually sat on his bed and waited for him to keep on talking because it was his brilliant idea to drag you to his house.

After a moment to calm down, Eddie sat next to you. The air felt stiff and uncomfortable, and it was easy to see why.

You already knew Eddie was dragging you out to talk about your... experience, your run-in with good ol' It.

"Alright," Eddie sighed, "I guess I'll start." He shifted so he's sitting criss-cross on the bed. "I'm worried about you. You've been just- you've been angry and upset lately and I know partially why, but you need someone to talk to."

You put your head in your hands, your shoulders tensed, every muscle pulled tight from pure anxiety. "But I don't want to talk! I hate even fucking thinking about it!" You took a moment to breathe out slowly.

Eddie delicately wrapped his hand around your arm, trying to pull it from your face, but by reflex you tore your arms out of his grip, your eyes going wide.

You put your arm down, looking at your lap. If Eddie wasn't concerned before, he was then.

He hesitated for a moment before asking: "can I hold your hand? I think it'll help."

Without looking him in the eye, you placed your hand in his, fingers interlocking.

You refused to look at him but you finally told him what happened to you. ___

It was still barely the start of summer; school had ended a few weeks prior, but instead of the freedom summer typically brought, most kids and every parent were filled with fear.

Kids had been going missing since the preceding October and most parents wanted their kids home by six o'clock.

That night was no different.

You and Eddie had just finished hanging out and getting ice cream at the local candy shop and he offered to ride you home, but you declined. It would take Eddie about a ten minute bike ride to get home after dropping you off but if he went straight home, it would be less than half that.

You figured the less time he was out alone, the better. At least, you tried to convince yourself to think that was the only reason you didn't want a ride home.

You subconsciously put your hand over a part of your arm that was bruised with finger prints.

Eddie gave you one last worried smile before he rode home.

So you began your walk, all alone, to the outer edge of town.

It wasn't that scary considering it was still light out, but the air felt suspiciously cold.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing the skin in hopes of warming yourself up any. It didn't work.

You picked up the pace, hoping movement would maybe help you warm again. It didn't.

You sighed, craving the warmth of your bed, but you heard a sound behind you; like someone was dragging their feet against the pavement of the road.

You looked behind you to see... nothing. You tell yourself that it was just a stick blowing across the road from the breeze. That was plausible, right?

Once you reached home, you couldn't be happier to sprint inside, slamming the doors behind you.

Only as soon as you did, you heard your father yell.

"Be careful with the God damn door!"

"Sorry," you squeaked, making your way to your room.

You sighed happily seeing a mound of blankets and a single teddy bear. You felt somewhat embarrassed, still sleeping with a stuffed animal at thirteen, but it helped you sleep.

You laid down, pulling two blankets over you and cradled the stuffed animal in your arms.

You were ready to close your eyes and take a half hour nap, but your bedroom door slammed open.

"Get your ass up and come clean!"

You sat up and looked at him before getting up as told. The look on his face said that it was not a day to try and push back.

You walked to the kitchen, where there was already a bucket of cleaner, gloves, and a sponge laid out for you.

You quietly thanked your father, knowing that he would say something around the lines of 'you oughtta be grateful that I set this up for you'.

He hovered in the kitchen doorway for a while before retreating to the living room to watch whatever amused him that night.

About half an hour in, you heard his recliner screech as he got up and started to head out the door. "I'm getting some beer. Be done with the floor when I get back."

So, you continued to work, knowing that he could get violent when he drank.

When you were just about to finish up, the door opened to reveal your dad with a six pack dangling from his right hand.

"Didn't I tell you to have this done by the time I got back?"

You tried to make yourself look smaller, hunching over even more as you continued to scrub the floor.

"It's almost done daddy. Just give me five more mi-"

That's when the first slap came.

You sat there, stunned, the inside of your cheek bleeding.

"If you don't finish in the next five minutes, you'll get more than that."

You had never cleaned faster, finishing with two minutes to spare. You discarded your gloves, emptied the bucket, and cleaned out the sponge all before walking to the living room.

"I finished."

"Good job; get me some ice for my elbow, would ya?"

You agreed, getting an ice pack for your dad's elbow.

When you handed it to him, you immediately noticed he put it on the wrong arm.

Your father was right handed and it put a lot of strain on his right arm when he worked at the factory. So he would ice it but continue to use it.

You watched him put the ice on his left arm and grab the remote with his left arm. He took a swig of his drink using his left arm.

After a moment you decided, "You're not my dad."

His eyes looked towards you, their usual brown amber color was a glowing yellow.

"What do you mean Y/N? Of course I am." His voice wasn't his. It was a hideous harmony of the voice you recognized and a much higher one.

You stepped back, running into the doorway. You knew where your dad's gun cabinet was, but you didn't want to face away from that thing.

Carefully, you backed out of the doorway creeping backwards to the stairs, your eyes locked on the eyes of whatever was standing in front of you. It stayed feet away, but followed you at the sane pace you crept.

Once you felt your heel hit the bottom step, you turned around and scrambled up the stairs as fast as you could.

Just as you were about to reach the landing, you felt saliva on the back of your heel. You turned to see the monster seizing and shaking, your dad's resemblance missing entirely, leaving a clown.

Suddenly, he froze, his eyes angled up at you but it looked as if he wasn't really seeing you. Spit dripped from the scarlet of his lips.

You didn't know what to do.

But just like that, the clown smile was replaced with a gaping mouth, rows of gums filled with teeth more fearsome than a shark.

With a shriek, you were on the landing and into the hall. You found the study, already knowing the door was locked. You braced yourself knowing full well that it would hurt, but you started kicking and ramming against the door.

You could hear the creature enter the hall as you broke the door open. You had never moved faster as you reached the cabinet, pulling it open with ease. Of course he locked the room but not the actual thing with guns in it.

You reached for a gun you knew was loaded before turning around to see It there.

Blindly, you fired the gun. It hit dead in the clown's stomach. It hissed, moving back somewhat. You reached behind you for spare bullets as you fired again, the knock back making you stumble backwards this time.

Yet you straightened up and followed the creature, shooting rapidly until you heard the click that signaled you're out of ammo.

It had begun to flee downstairs. You stood in the hall, reloading the gun before you stepped to the top of the stairs and pointed your gun down.

There was nothing except for the front door swinging open to reveal your actual dad.

That night hadn't ended well for you. ___

After you were done telling Eddie what happened, you were pulled into a hug.

He finally understood why you wore long sleeves in the middle of summer or why you hated people touching you unless you initiated. It made sense. Your spite for the past few weeks made sense to him.

"It's okay Y/N, it's okay." He planted his chin on your shoulder and whispered into your ear, smoothing your hair down and rubbing your back.

Eddie would do anything to make you feel safe. Part of him thought that he alone would be able to take on that fucking clown if it were to make you smile.

You cried against him, your body shaking with relief. Finally someone understood, they knew how you felt.

After a moment, you pulled away, rubbing your eyes. "Can you talk to Richie for me? Maybe not tell him everything, but at least help him understand why I've been," you pause, thinking for a word, "so bitchy?"

You looked at Eddie and after a moment, both of you burst out laughing, to the point of tears. (Although Eddie's the one crying, not you.)

After a few moments, waiting for the laughter to calm down, you stared at Eddie for a second. His cheeks went pink.

"What are you looking at?"

"You."

His cheeks went darker.

"Why?"

"Because I wanna do something."

His eyebrow quirked up.

"What is it?"

"This."

With that, you leaned forward, rocking on your knees and pressed a soft kiss onto Eddie's cheek, already feeling an almost overwhelming heat from his blush.

"Oh," he said, sounding pleasantly surprised.

You felt your own face heat up. "Yeah well consider that a thank you. For everything. Not just today."

Eddie smiled small. "Oh c'mon, you don't need to thank me."

"But I do. I couldn't have ended up with a better best friend."

"Best friend?" His smile fell a little.

"Yeah, best friend. Something wrong with that?"

He shook his head. "Not at all! Just a little surprised considering what happened a minute ago."

Your face grew hotter. "Well I mean-"

He kissed you.

You kissed back.

The both of you pulled away like grade schoolers who were embarrassed about holding hands on the playground.

"Alright," you laughed, "maybe more than best friends."

[ohprettyweeper-moved]

A Summer Story

Age 30

Pairing: Tyler x Kansas Word Count: 1320 Warnings: None? Challenge: Kansas’s YouAU Writing Challenge Tags: @takenvysleep @breadbinishigh@svintsandghosts@xtina2191 A/N: We’ve reached the end of this fic, frens. Thank you to everyone who has kept up with this and loved it as much as I did. It really means the world to me! Quick side note, the break indicator after the first scene has a link to the inspiration for the first scene and the pictures that I mention come from it -- but I didn’t want to put it here and give anything away! No new fic tomorrow since I’ve posted all week, but I will be back with a request on Tuesday. See you then! 

My dating relationship with Tyler had taken almost half our lives to finally begin, and once it did, we realized that we had in fact been holding on to something that was cemented into our memory. The feelings were there, but they weren’t what we thought. Things fizzled out just a few weeks after his epic middle-of-the-road-in-a-storm confession.

I’m kidding! Calm down, stop freaking out.

In truth, once my relationship with Tyler was a real thing, there was a huge sense of relief. That thing that felt like it had been missing from my life for so long, didn’t feel like it was missing anymore. It’s cheesy and cliche, but Tyler was the missing piece in the puzzle of my life.

A year after we started dating, we finally got our sunflower field date. Tyler set everything up, I put on my favorite sundress, and we looked forward to a nice, peaceful dinner together. Of course, just like it had a year ago, storms start to roll in, though not as early in the day or intensely as they had the year before.

The sun had all but disappeared behind the grey and green clouds, leaving a hint of yellow over the land. I pulled a crocheted shawl closer around my shoulders to ward off the cool wind from the storm, and Tyler encouraged that we should eat quickly.

“I don’t wanna ruin our date, but I don’t want us getting rained on, either,” he laughed.

“It’s tradition, maybe,” I joked in return.

We did eat fairly quickly, and were able to clean up after ourselves well before the rain came. With everything packed up, I started to go, but Tyler beckoned me back.

“I’ve known since I was twelve years old that I wanted you to be the one,” he started with a dust of pink over the tops of his cheeks. “It took us a long time to get here, but now that we’re together and it’s real, most of the time I feel like we were never with anyone else or not together.” He swallowed hard, then got down on one knee. He pulled a small, black, velvet box from his pocket, and put the ring on display. “Whatever storms come our way, I want to weather them with you. I love you, with everything I have. Will you marry me?”

Happy tears slid over my cheeks. Normally I would have been concerned about mascara stains or streaks through my blush, but all I cared about in that moment was that I was going to be Tyler’s wife.

“Yes,” I nodded. “I would love to marry you.”

Tyler slid the ring onto my finger, then wrapped me in a strong hug. When he pulled away, I kept my arms over his shoulders. Tyler’s hands were both soft and calloused, and I loved the feel of them on my soft cheeks, just the way they were now. He leaned over to kiss me as the first bolt of lightning lit up the golden flowers around us, and thunder rumbled overhead.

.&.

A year after that, we got married back at the campgrounds where we had first met. It only seemed right to start our forever life in the same place where we had essentially began in the first place. The whole event was a small affair: our closest family and friends, no huge to-do or announcements or anything. Just the way we wanted it.

Naturally, I had a say in most of the decor. Tyler was agreeable to most things, but good about letting me know when he had different ideas. What I did not expect when I entered the cafeteria house, was the table of pictures of us, from that first year at camp, all the way to the stormy proposal.

“How did you get those?” I asked.

“Red and Freddie were there. Freddie got the pictures, and Red got the video, which we’ll watch here in a little bit.”

“Oh!” I turned to my cousin and friend, and hugged them both tightly. “You stinkers!”

They laughed, and kissed my cheek. Red laughed a little more, and wiped her lipstick away from my face.

The reception guests enjoyed the small dinner, the wedding cake and, of course, the ice cream sundae bar. I couldn’t believe Tyler had remembered the ice cream social from forever ago, but that part was his idea.

As the guests started to filter out, Red and Freddie started cleaning up. I offered to help, but they wouldn’t allow it. I found myself somewhat overwhelmed by the day, so I got another bowl of ice cream and sat at a table away from where my friends were trying to pick up.

I was staring down at my ice cream bowl when a handful of gummy worms dropped on top of the remainder of the bowl’s contents. Smiling, I picked a red and orange worm off the top.

“Thanks. I always did enjoy gummy worms.”

“I know. Are you happy with how everything turned out?” Tyler asked.

I nodded. “I am. I never thought eighteen years ago that this is where we’d end up, but I’m just taking it all in. I’m really excited to see where life takes us next.”

“Me too. Here, hold out your hand.” I did as he asked, and Tyler secured a bracelet of orange and blue gemstones around my wrist. “I figured it was time we retire that beaded bracelet, and get you something you really deserve.”

“Ty … it’s really beautiful,” I cooed, running my fingers over the stones. “But you know, I love that old beaded bracelet.”

“I know you do. But this seemed fitting for today, and you don’t have to get rid of the other one or anything.”

“Good.” I leaned forward to kiss him, then picked up another gummy worm.

“You about done with that ice cream? I’m ready to get my bride back to our room.”

I couldn’t help but giggle. I grabbed up the handful of gummy worms, then tossed my bowl in the trash. When I returned to Tyler, he picked me up, bridal style, and carried me back to our room.

.&.

“Let me see her,” Tyler whispered, leaning over me in the hospital bed we had both squished into. Our daughter had been born only hours before, and we couldn’t get enough of her.

I fixed the blankets that were around her face so that her daughter could see her better. “How’s that?”

“Perfect,” Tyler answered, kissing my temple. “Everything is perfect.”

“It really is,” I sighed. “Can’t believe we made this. Ten fingers, ten toes. That little bit of brown hair. She’s never going to do anything wrong because she is -- well, you said it. Perfect.”

Tyler smiled. “She’s our daughter, so I’m sure she’ll give us plenty of trouble, but I can’t even imagine being upset with her or grounding her right now.”

“See, that’s what I’m saying.”

I leaned into Tyler’s shoulder while still keeping the baby supported. She was sleeping away, not a care in the world. If I had it my way, she never would. But, life is what it is, after all. All I could hope for was that Tyler and I would raise her to be strong and make good choice.

I looked over at Tyler, who was starting to doze off. It had been a long day and a half for us, and I was ready to sleep, too. After I finagled my phone to take a picture of our sleepy little family, I decided then and there that if my daughter ever meets a boy at camp when she’s twelve, and has even the slightest idea he might be important to her, I’m going to tell her not to give up on him, and not to force herself to get over him. You never know in whose heart you’ll find a home.  

[crossbows-and-moonshine]

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty)

(Chapter one)     (Chapter two)     (Chapter three)     (Chapter four)

(Chapter five)     (Chapter six)     (Chapter seven)     (Chapter eight)

(Chapter nine)     (Chapter ten)     (Chapter eleven)     (Chapter twelve)

(Chapter thirteen)     (Chapter fourteen)     (Chapter fifteen)

(Chapter sixteen)     (Chapter seventeen)     (Chapter eighteen)

(Chapter nineteen)

Murphy tries to explain the telepathy to Lila and he gives his opinion on where he thinks their girl fits into it all.

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Lilas consciousness came to her with a jolt as she heard a noise she couldn't quite place. Her eyes fluttered open slowly only to see Murphy sat looking at her sideways on the bed, his camera in hand. He snapped another shot of her, and her brain registered it was the noise she had heard. Murphy was pleased with the pictures. She looked so unguarded and beautiful in the mornings and now it was captured forever. He lowered the camera a little and noticed she was squinting at him.

“Did you just take pictures of me sleeping?” She asked sounding amused, her voice was a little louder than intended and Connor behind her snored louder, his hand around her waist dragging her closer to him. Murphy lowered his head with a nervous chuckle, and Lila noticed his cheeks flushed pink.

“Murphy MacManus, did you just blush?” She asked teasingly, keeping her voice softer this time so she did not wake Connor up. Murphy blushed even harder, glancing at her through his lashes as he nodded sheepishly.

“Ye just looked so beautiful, wanted te capture it.” He replied softly. Lilas' heart felt like it might burst from his words and his adorable sweet face.

She tried to sit up, but Connors' arm was a dead weight and Murphy snorted, reaching over to help her get free of his grip. When she finally sat up, she gave him a smile, taking his hand in hers and kissing his knuckles softly.

“You can take pictures of me sleeping any time, just make sure if I’m asleep that I’m not drooling.” She grinned at him, making him huff out a laugh at her. He reached out, tucking some of her wild red hair behind her ear as he just looked at her. She could feel the intensity behind his gaze and it reminded her of the night before and the strange connection they shared whilst being a tangle of limbs. As if knowing what was on her mind once again, Murphy stood, pulling her up with him.

“Guess I should try te explain some shit love. Ain't great wit’ words but I’ll try.” He said looking nervous, chewing the thumb on his spare hand. She nodded as she let go, walking over to the couch and Murphy went into the kitchen to make them some coffee. When he returned with two wonderful smelling cups, he placed them on the small coffee table. The pair sat at either end of the couch facing each other, their backs against the armrests, and Lila had taken the crocheted blanket from the back and lay it over their tangled legs.

He looked anxious and she wondered why he seemed scared almost to tell her. He was picking at his nails as he glanced at her and then his hands.

“Dinnae rightly know where te start m’girl.” He admitted, his cheeks flushing once again. Lila sat up straighter, taking his hands to stop him fidgeting. It seemed to calm him instantly.

“Why don't you start with you and Connor first, how that works. I mean I have an idea but I don't really know and you two never talk about it.” She suggested softly. He took a deep breath and nodded, hoping the words would come out right. It was a big deal for him to talk about this to her because he and Connor hadn't ever told anyone before. Everyone just knew they were so in tune with each other because they were twins and it was obvious, but they didn't really know the extent of it.

“Alright so, the uh...the telepathy. Ye picked up on it, no fuckin’ clue how, but ye did. So it works a few ways. We’re kinda in each other's heads all the time, it’s kinda like...like listenin’ te a radio station? But we can kinda have it on low volume. It's always there, like background noise, but we’re just used te it so it doesnae really bother us none.” He started, hoping he was making sense. Lila gave him an encouraging smile and squeezed his hands and he felt good to continue, it seemed like she was following.

“We can make it stronger if we need te, either pushin’ our thoughts on the other more, or like...tappin’ inte each other more. At times, we can block each other out, but it takes a lot o’ effort te do. We dinnae really need te though, so it's rare we do that...and it's like, thoughts, but also feelin’s too. So we know what we’re thinkin’, but we can also just...it's like...we can just feel what the other is feelin’ aye? It’s like yer own emotions but not as strong. Connors always been good at bein’ able to tell what's his and what's mine, but wit’ me, I always found it harder. I think it’s just ‘cause I’m so…” He trailed off, not knowing the word.

“Emotional?” Lila supplied with a knowing grin, making Murphy snort lightly at her and squeeze her hands.

“Aye m’girl. I always have a lot goin’ on inside o’ me, and I think that's why Connor tries te just fuckin’...lock it all away. ‘Cause he knows I have enough te deal wit’ on me own wit’out his shit...and like...we can just look at each other, and we dinnae need te talk, ‘cause we can just think and the other kinda hears it in their head I guess? Fuck, I feel like I’m not gettin’ it right.” He sighed frustratedly, lowering his head a little.

“Hey, I’m getting it, your doing good.” She smiled at him, making him nod and look at her again. She really wanted to know and the whole thing fascinated her.

“Ti's stronger when we’re tegether, especially if we’re touchin’ in some way. So if we’re apart, we can still do it, but its a lot fuckin’ harder and takes a shit tonne o’ effort. It's why we dinnae really spend much time apart, ‘cause it sets us on edge, not bein’ able te feel each other properly… and when we touch, its kinda like...it grounds us? I dunno if that's the right word for it, but like, its calmin’. So when I’m upset, and Conn grabs the back o’ me neck like he does, its kinda like, he can push his calmness onte me, te help me calm down. Doesnae always work, just ‘cause sometimes I’m passed the point o’ no return, but he tries. “ He explained, toying with her fingers absentmindedly.

“So how do I fit into all this?” She asked curiously, making him take a deep breath, hoping that he didn't fuck this up or say too much. Connor was already reluctant to share the information with the girl, with anyone, but he knew after they all felt the connection last night they had to tell her.

“I uh...it’s never happened before. Me and Connor havin’ this kinda shit with someone else. It wouldnae make sense really, we’re twins and that's why we have that connection. We’ve…” He shifted uncomfortably and Lila noticed his ears turning pink.

“We’ve shared lasses before, just like casual things, sex and stuff...but we’ve never really had a serious relationship or had feelin’s for someone before. In a way, it was kinda like… we had each other, and that's all we needed, so we didnae have a need for someone else. It was always just sexual wit’ lasses. But then...then you came along and things were just different. This is new te us too, last night, bein’ able te feel ye, be in yer head. It was fuckin’ weird. It doesnae feel like me and Connor, it's not as strong and I was able te tune ye out. I know ye wouldnae appreciate us in yer fuckin’ noggin’ like that, it's pretty invasive. T’is why I told Connor te get outta yer head. It wasn't like we meant te, it just kinda happened. It’s kinda like...like the radio thing I said. Like we’re all tuned inte the same station tegether, if that makes sense? Except wit’ you, we can switch the radio off, but with each other, we can’t. Came as a shock te us both really when we could hear ye like that. The only reason why I can think o’ is just ‘cause o’ how much we care about ye. I don’t want te sound like a fuckin’ girl out o’ chick flick or nothin’, but I just...I can't help but feel like…” He was so nervous, so fucking nervous to get the words to come out. Lila had watched him intently the whole time, his words melting her heart over and over as she felt the warmth spread through her body.

“Feel like what Murph?” She asked carefully, looking at him with pleading eyes, not wanting him to shut her out, not now. He inhaled deeply, trying to steel his nerves, he knew Connor was going to beat him into next week when he knew just how much he had told her. Connor wanted her to know the bare minimum so they didn't scare her off. The whole thing was fucking intense.

“I feel like...like the three o’ us, it's how it’s meant te be. From the day we laid eyes on ye, there was somethin’ there. And I cannae help but think that maybe, God put us tegether for a reason, maybe us three tegether was his plan all along. Why else would we have that same connection wit’ ye that we have wit’ each other? It isn't like we just love ye, the connections deeper than that. Ye know as I do how intense it felt, and even we were caught off guard. I just feel like maybe it means a lot more than just carin’ for someone… I mean...we love our Ma more than anythin’, and Rocco is like our brother, but we dinnae have that wit’ either o’ them, ye know? It’s just like...me and Connor were fine on our own, we felt complete, we didnae know any better. But the second ye came along, we felt it. Feelin’ completely whole...like...like ye were made for us, meant te be wit’ us all along.” He admitted shyly, looking at her like he was about to crawl out of his skin from anxiety from the weight of his words.

Lila was silent for a moment as her brain digested his words. She looked at their joined hands and even now it was as though she could feel the vibration of his energy, but on a low simmer in the background. It was how she imagined psychics felt or empaths or some other shit, being able to read energies like that. Murphy's words made sense. From the get-go she had always been able to read them well and seemed on the same wavelength as them both. She always knew when something was going on between them and she knew about the telepathy without being told. She felt for them more than she had felt for anyone before, more than she thought was even humanly possible to love someone. For him to say he thought she was made for them, it made her heart squeeze so hard she thought it might explode, the meaning behind his words, the sincerity. Murphy shifted anxiously, her silence was making him nervous and he felt like she might bolt out the door. He was pleasantly surprised when she looked at him with a bright smile.

“I know what you mean, I kinda think that too.” She admitted softly, reaching out and stroking his hair affectionately. Murphy beamed at her, relief flooding through him that he had been able to explain something so complicated and intense to her properly and the fact she agreed.

“Ye do?” He asked, giving her his shy smile under his lashes. The look always made her stomach flip around on her.

She crawled over the small distance between them, in between his legs. His breathing hitched as she brought her face close to his, her hands settling on his bare shoulders, and he brushed his nose against hers softly.

“I do.” She whispered with a small smile, her whole body tingling with being so close to him like this. One of his hands came to her neck and he could feel her rapid pulse under his fingers as he leant up and captured her lips with his own. It was different to the night before. When he kissed her then he was just overcome with primal desire for the girl. It was more intimate this time, although still demanding. His hand wound into her hair as they kissed deeply, and he fisted it, making her moan softly. The noise went straight to his cock and he took the opportunity to invade her mouth with his tongue. Murphy's kisses were hard and fiery she’d noticed. They were the kind that made your legs weak and left your panties soaked. He tugged her hair a little again, releasing another delicious moan from her lips. She felt like her body was alight with electricity, intense didn't even begin to cover it.

They parted, the two of them breathless and slightly overwhelmed by the intensity of the kiss and how it made them feel, Lila rested her forehead on Murphys.

“Startin’ the party wit’out me?” Lila squeaked and whipped her head around, looking over the back of the couch to see Connor sat up in bed, looking amused and sleepy. Her cheeks flushed bright red as she looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights. Murphy had not reacted, he’d known the second his brother had woken up and he knew he was watching. He had heard his brother in his head telling him to make her moan again because it was the best noise he’d ever fucking heard. Lila looked back to Murphy and he smiled devilishly at her.

Lila wasn't sure what to do. She'd never been in a relationship or whatever the fuck this was, with two people before, and she knew from experience just how jealous the twins could be. She was worried they might fight. They could feel her anxiety, and Murphy's thumb stroked over her pulse as Connor stood, stretching as he sauntered over to them. Lila watched him intently, blinking at him as he leaned over the back of the couch. He took her face in both of his hands, not speaking but looking into her eyes. She was confused at first, but then she felt it. The only way to possibly describe such a foreign sensation was a nudge in her mind. Like someone had managed to bottle up calmness somehow, and it was being poured over her brain. It was the weirdest thing she had ever experienced before. Her breathing hitched and her eyes widened as she stared at Connor, watching a slow smirk spread across his handsome face, knowing she was feeling it.

She turned her head back to Murphy, seeing him watching her carefully with a small smile. He knew it was one thing for him to try and explain to her about how it worked, how Connor was able to calm him down, but it was another thing entirely for her to actually fucking feel it happening to her. Connors' hands were still on her face and Murphy's hand was still on her neck. The boys glanced to each other before back to her, and Murphy reached out, grasping Connors wrist with his free hand. Lilas heart rate increased even more from the second the three of them were linked together. The energy was strong, fucking intense and she glanced from one twin to the other in absolute awe. She had never experienced anything like it before.

“Think we might o’ broke the lass.” Connor chuckled as he stared at her. She hadn't spoken and she looked in shock. Murphy snorted at him as he too watched the girl take it all in.

Lila closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, she wondered if she could do what Connor had done and she focused on her feelings and pushing them outwards. The boys tensed in unison as they felt the overwhelming rush of awe and admiration wash over them stronger than before. Murphy's hand tightened on his brother's wrist as they looked to each other, the pair feeling the intensity of the moment. They’d never shared a connection like this with anyone other than themselves. And they knew now, with what Lila had just been able to do, with them, they couldn't ever let her go, she was meant to be with them both just like Murphy had told her. Lila opened her eyes again, mischief twinkling in her eyes at the fact she had succeeded as she glanced from one to another and they gave her grins in return. The moment was broken by Lilas stomach growling so loud she would be surprised if Rocco hadn't heard it from wherever he was. She snorted loudly as the boys laughed, and in an instant, the hands on her were gone, Murphy also letting go of his brother, and the connection was back to being barely there. She could still feel it but it was no longer overwhelming.

“Guess it’s time for breakfast then.” Murphy laughed, squeezing Lilas hips playful as she blushed.  She had no idea where this thing with the guys was heading but it felt serious already, and when she really thought about it, she knew she didn't mind one bit.

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