#that stupid fucking hat almost made me give up like 10 times i swear to every fucking god

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here's the full poster I edited/drew all over because its a crime its only seen for a fraction of a second in my tiktok lol.

this was rlly fun! i just changed the colour of the jacket and his skin, drew the facial hair and scarf and super imposed his stupid fucking dumb little hat (that was by far the hardest part). I might make this a series and do the rest of the 141 plus a few others if i feel like it idk tho.

its a 1936 British army poster by S. Benson ltd, London for anyone wondering (i just picked one off of pinterest ngl lol)

(so I know i don't own the image or anything but like i spent a lot of time on it so if you really wanna post it somewhere else like i can't stop you but don't be a dick and give me credit lol also feel free to use it for wallpapers and stuff :D)

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The one where you get together (1)

Abstract: Y/N and Sirius have been friends since they first met on the Hogwarts Express, so when they do get together, they decide not to tell their friends straight away. (Friends AU)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Lupin sister!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, talking about sexual content

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: To celebrate reaching 500 followers, I'm dropping another mini series as a thank you to everyone who has shared and supported my work! Add yourself to my taglist here 

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You could still vividly remember the first time you met Sirius Black.

Boarding the train to Hogwarts the first time, you managed to find a compartment with your brother, Remus, before it was descended upon by two rowdy boys with large grins.

James Potter and Sirius Black had, with no hesitation, introduced themselves to you and you quickly became friends, especially when you pulled your money together and bought a various selection of chocolates from the trolley. When the sorting hat placed all of you in Gryffindor, it only reaffirmed your friendship.

It wasn't just the four of you in your little group though, the boys were placed in a dormitory with another boy, Peter, and you shared a dorm with two other girls who also became fierce friends of yours; Lily Evans and Marlene McKinnon.

Of course, growing up together through Hogwarts had it's arguments and fall outs, though somehow you always seemed to remain friends.

It wasn't until your seventh, and final year of Hogwarts did the surprising pair of Lily and James get together which solidified your friendship group even further. Between Sirius and you, the bet you had made in your fourth year regarding when the pair would get together, finally came to an end where you had happily took your winnings with a smile and paid for a bottle of Firewhiskey to celebrate.

After graduating, you ended up moving in with Marlene, finding a perfect two bedroom flat for you to share, close to Diagon Alley. The boys had taken a page from your book with Sirius using some of his inheritance from his great uncle and buying a flat directly across the Leaky Cauldron.

Whilst he had invited Peter to also live with him and Remus, the boy politely refused with the intention to stay with his parents for a while.

James however, had asked Lily to move in with him almost the second they graduated and the pair had moved to a little cottage in Godric’s Hollow. It wasn’t long afterwards that James had proposed to Lily which led to the current series of events.

About an hour before, you and Marlene had walked down the aisle in the gardens of Potter Manor in your bridesmaids dresses, while Lily had donned a white dress and followed you. Standing opposite your brother and Sirius, the latter caught your eye when your friends said their wedding vows.

With a wink, Sirius had your attention and you weren't exactly sure what it was that felt different, but something definitely did.

As the reception started, you watched Lily and James take some of their wedding photos together. The smile on your face was something you couldn't help as Remus appeared at your side, a similar expression on his own face.

"Remember when Lily hexed James so hard he vomited out of his nose because he proposed to her?"

"I'm pretty sure it made him like her even more to be honest, James is weird like that." You snickered, accepting the drink from your brother. "Who would've thought we'd be here not even four years later?"

"Tell me about it. If you plan on getting married anytime soon though, please give me some warning." Remus joked, nudging his shoulder against yours.

"I think I need to actually date someone before I marry them, but thanks for being so optimistic about my dating life." You grinned at him before seeing Sirius making his way over to the two of you.

"Well well, if it isn't the Lupin twins." Sirius laid an arm over both your shoulders. "How long do you reckon it'll be before Lily's creepy uncle makes a move on Marlene?"

"At least after two more drinks." Remus chuckled. "Which reminds me, I promised I'd save her from any men tonight who wanted to dance with her that, and I quote, looked like they had to use a stamina charm in bed."

"Good luck with that." You snickered, waving your brother off as he disappeared in the direction of the blonde.

Sirius didn't say anything else as he took a seat at one of the tables and pulled you down into his lap. It wasn't uncommon for the two of you to hug or cuddle, having done so numerous times in the Gryffindor common room, much to Remus' annoyance. This only really resulted in Sirius being more affectionate.

Being twins, the two of you were naturally closer than normal siblings which resulted in Remus being protective over you since the only blood family you both had left was each other. Your parents, especially your father, had grown fearsome and disgusted at what Remus was, despite it not being his fault when Greyback bit him all those years ago. Your father began to resent you after you constantly took Remus' side and played his constant advocate.

"Hey, what're you thinking about?" Sirius nudged you, grabbing your attention. His expression was unreadable as he watched you watch Lily and James interact with each other.

"I don't know, it's nothing." Sirius nudged you again, looking for a proper answer. "I look at them and I just wonder if I'll ever have that, you know? Someone who looks at you like you're their whole world."

Sirius didn't say anything at first, but pulled you closer. He wouldn't admit it but he often had the same thought cross his mind.

"You'll find them."

"Are they fucking hiding from me?!"

"If they've already met you, then probably."

Smacking his chest, you couldn't help the contagious laughter that bubbled from you, echoing that from the wizard.

"Being serious though," Sirius grinned at the pun he just made, "who wouldn't want you?"

You smiled at him warmly, not knowing what to say. It wasn't often that Sirius was, well serious. The boy loved a joke, but he also loved his friends and knew exactly what to say to them to cheer them up, especially you.

"Thanks, Siri."

"Hey, James and Lily are about to head off for their honeymoon." Remus said, knocking on Sirius' bedroom door at Potter Manor, stepping inside to see Sirius rush back out from the ensuite bathroom only in his shirt and boxers. "What happened to you? You disappeared from the reception."

"Uh, dropped cake down myself, had to come and change." Sirius told him quickly.

"You do realise you're a wizard right? You could've just vanished the mess?"

"Ah yeah, of course, how stupid, sure could've. Anyway, I just need to put on some clean trousers and I'll be right down."

Remus frowned. Something was off but he couldn't work out what it was. Putting it down to Sirius drinking too much, he waved the man off, exiting the room.

"Alright well, hurry down, James was asking for you."

Remus exited the room and Sirius quickly closed the door behind him. Turning back to the bathroom, he watched as you opened the door with a tentative expression, trying to zip your dress back up but failing.

"Do you think he knew I was here?"

"Don't think so, here, turn around, I'll do it." Sirius turned you around, quickly zipping up your dress before resting his hands on your waist. "So, we haven't done that before."

"That is correct."

It was slightly awkward between the two of you, why was it awkward? Oh, maybe because you were both fucking like rabbits not even moments before your brother knocked on the door. It had never been awkward between you before though and you didn't like it.

"Why is it so awkward?" Sirius chuckled as you spun around before him.

"Right! It's like I don't know what to say!"

"We're just two friends who've had sex one time, there doesn't have to be anything awkward about that!"

"Exactly, it doesn't have to be a big deal, it was a one time thing, we can just go back to the party and no one will know!"

"Yes, good plan, lets go!" Turning towards the door, Sirius started towards it with a new determination, completely forgetting one issue.

"Sirius?" He paused, looking back at you, "maybe you should put on some trousers before we go down though."

"Good idea."

Waving James and Lily off, you stood alongside the rest of your friends as Marlene appeared, pulling you towards her by your waist.

"Ugh, please tell me we're going to get some good booze and continue to get fucked up at ours?"

"Is that an open invite?" Remus asked with a grin, "Think I spied an extra bottle of Firewhiskey knocking about near the top table."

"100%," Marlene grinned at him, "after all, it's the least I could do after you saved me from so many creeps tonight. I will thank you in the form of hosting a small afterparty with the inner circle. Right, Y/N?"

"I'm up for it, I'll go see if I can grab that extra bottle you mentioned."

Taking off towards the top table, your eyes scanned the tables one by one until you felt a presence behind you. Already knowing who it was, you didn't bother looking back at them.

"I've got a fresh bottle stashed under my bed upstairs if we wanna grab that one?" Sirius said lowly in your ear.

"That sounds like a plan," you said slowly, "though I thought we said it was only a one time thing?"

"Weddings don't count, right? I swear that's a rule somewhere."

"...How long do you think we can be before the others get suspicious?"

"10 minutes?"

"Sounds good, lets go."

The pair of you said nothing more the entire night on the matter and ended up just having a good time with your friends. The boys ended up sleeping on your sofas, not trusting themselves to apparate safely considering the amount they each had to drink.

It wasn't until mid morning when everyone started to rouse, that you offered to make everyone a cup of tea to help with the hangovers that had started to form.

"Hey, make mine extra strong, will you?"

You laughed, turning to face Sirius.

"You need the caffeine that much?"

"That answer is a strong yes."

Pouring the boiling water into the mugs, you passed Sirius' over to him as he smiled at you in thanks.

"So, yesterday was something." You smiled, taking a sip of your own drink.

"Yeah... something stupid, right?"

"Yeah, totally stupid." There was a brief silence between you as you weren't exactly sure what to say next. "Look as much as I enjoyed it, I don't want us to become awkward or ruin our friendship or anything because of it."

"Good, because I was going to say the same thing." Sirius nodded, leaning against the kitchen counter top. "As good as the sex was, and trust me it was good, it's not worth making our friendship awkward or anything not knowing where we stand with the other."

"Right, yes, that makes a lot of sense." You both took another sip of tea as you listened to Marlene and Remus in the living room laugh about something. "Unless... wait no, it's nothing."

"No, what it is?" Sirius asked.

"Unless... I don't know, we keep fucking in secret and just don't tell the others?"

You stared at the tea in your cup before raising your eyes to meet Sirius' grey ones which were wide, a grin on his face.

"I guess that would work too?"

"Yeah... anyway on a totally unrelated note, Marlene's visiting her family tomorrow night at like 7."

"Noted."

"Where's my bloody tea, Y/N!" The blonde in question strode into the kitchen sluggishly. "I swear you've been in here for 4 hours making it."

"If you were a little more patient, Mar, I was just about to bring it out for you." You rolled your eyes but handed the mug over to her anyway.

"Thanks, how're you two feeling this morning?"

"Rough." Sirius grunted out as the three of you headed back into the living room. "But what's new there, really?!"

"You should really try cut back on your drinking, Pads." Remus mentioned, taking the cup of tea from you with a smile.

"You should cut back on your chocolate."

"Chocolate doesn't give you hangovers." Remus countered with a smirk causing Sirius to just roll his eyes as he sunk down into an armchair.

"Either way, I hope Lils and James are having fun." Marlene stretched out on the other sofa, placing her legs over your own. "I know James will be with the things Y/N and I packed as a surprise in Lily's bags."

You snorted into your cup as you remembered the countless lacy items you'd snuck into Lily's normally conservative wardrobe.

"Well, James might be happy about what you packed, but he certainly won't be happy with what we packed." Sirius snickered as Remus held back a laugh.

"What did you do?!"

"We might've exchanged his entire bag of clothes for an entire bag of Cornish Pixies." Sirius grinned. "I'm already expecting a howler from Lily at some point in the near future."

Sirius didn’t have to wait long for Lily’s reaction as only moments later he heard an angry shout through his two way mirror he shared with James.

As planned, Marlene visited her family the next day and no later after she flooed away, Sirius appeared at the front door of your flat. The same happened after Marlene was picked by Dumbledore for an order mission and Sirius happily flooed into your flat only moments later. You were convinced he’d bugged your flat somehow.

James and Lily returned from their honeymoon a week later, effectively surprising you as they flooed into your flat with no warning, causing you to stuff a naked Sirius into your closet. It was safe to say he wasn’t impressed after Lily insisted she make a pot of tea to ‘catch up’, and ended up staying round for several hours. 

You barely managed to hide the snicker which escaped your lips when James asked if you knew where Sirius was.

With the newly married pair being back, the two of you decided to come up with a plan as how to sneak around without the others knowing.

Somehow, it didn’t really go to plan.

Sirius insisted that you should come over and take a bath with him one night, especially as Remus was due to be out. You couldn’t help but agree to the idea, mostly because you got to spend time with your very sexy male friend who looked very good in bubbles... and also the fact his bathtub was a lot better than your own.

The bathtub in question was a massive claw-foot tub which could fit the two of you and your two roommates if you so desired. Compared against the shitty little tub Marlene and you had in your flat, it was a no brainer.

Which is why as you sat in between Sirius’ legs, your back against his chest, you couldn’t help but feel more relaxed than you had done all week. 

Sirius was leant back against the tub, his arm around your waist with a glass of Firewhiskey in his other hand. The two of you had nicked this particular bottle from James’ ‘secret stash’ which everyone knew he hid under his cloak, under the stairs. It was all too easy for the two of you to sneak in and borrow it for the time being. 

“You know, Prongs must be real blind if he can’t see how many people actually know about his hiding spots.” You snickered as you took the glass from Sirius and took a sip.

“I think it might be all the brain damage after getting hit in the head so many times.” He grinned.

“How long do you think it’ll be until he notices the actual bottle being gone? A few days?”

“Give him some credit, it’ll be at least a week.”

The two of you chuckled before you heard the fireplace roar with flames. Footsteps quickly made their way towards Sirius’ room before heading towards the bathroom.

A panicked look between the two of you was exchanged as a knock was heard on the door. 

“Pads? It’s me, I’m coming in.”

Sirius quickly took the glass of Firewhiskey back from you as you dived underwater, praying the bubbles would cover up the fact you were there. 

The door opened and James stepped in about to say something, before he stopped and observed the scene before him. Sirius was sat covered in bubbles with candles lit around him. Despite the calm expression on his face, the fact you were lying between his legs in the water had his heart racing. 

“Did you need something, Prongs?”

“Uh, yeah, have you seen the bottle of Firewhiskey which I was given as a gift for my wedding?” James asked, very obviously looking at the opened bottle on the side of the bath. 

“Didn’t even know you got given one, mate. This was from Y/N.”

“And if I ask her, will she give me the same story?”

“Positively. Anything else?”

“Yeah, you want to order some Chinese?” 

“I mean I- NO!” 

His outburst was a surprise to both James and himself after you had pinched him underwater signalling you were running out of air.

“Really? Lily’s got me on this diet and-”

“James! Get out!”

“Fine! Okay! No need to shout at me, I’ve seen you in weirder scenarios.”

James left and shut the door behind him just as soon as you jolted up, gasping for breath. 

“I’m sorry, he wouldn’t leave! He wanted to ask me if I fancied some Chinese.”

“Chinese?” You asked, turning to look at him over your shoulder with a contemplative look on your face. “I could go for some chow mein.”

“Prongs!” Taking a deep breath, you disappeared underwater again just before James appeared once more. “I’ll have a large chow mein, sweet and sour chicken, some of those prawn cracker things and the spring rolls.”

“Spring rolls? I swear only Y/N likes them.”

“Thought I’d try them out since as she’s always yapping on about them.”

“Alright, back in a bit.”

James left and shut the door again. You emerged from the water, leaning back on Sirius again as he relayed off what he’d ordered. 

“You ordered me spring rolls?!”

“Yeah, I remembered you liked them.” Sirius shrugged, wrapping his arm around your waist again. “Even if they taste like arse.”

The group had gathered at Marlene and Y/N’s for an evening where despite Lily’s constant health kicks, she relented into ordering pizza for the group. 

“Hey, you guys will never guess what I found out today.” Marlene grinned.

“You’re secretly a guy?” Sirius snickered from the armchair, only to receive a cushion being thrown at his face by the blonde. 

“No,” Marlene scowled at him, “Alice and Frank got engaged!” 

“What?! How’d you find out?” Lily asked as she cuddled up to James in the other armchair. 

“I ran into Alice at Headquarters earlier and she showed me her ring.” Marlene leant back into the sofa as she brought her legs up to lay them over Remus’ lap. “We best be getting ready for another wedding soon.”

“I’m sure we’ll hear more at the meeting tomorrow.” James said grinning. “Who knew Longbottom had it in him?!”

“Alice certainly did.” You snickered, leaning onto Remus’ other shoulder. The comment got another round of chuckles from everyone present as Lily shot you a less than impressed look. 

“Alright, I say let’s call it a night if we have to be at the meeting early tomorrow morning.” The redhead rolled her eyes at you all before standing up and brushing her dress down. 

Everyone else seemed to follow her lead as Marlene and you stood to show everyone out. 

“Yeah, I need to sleep as much as I can with Moony’s snoring keeping me up all night.” Sirius grinned, stepping up beside you and Remus. 

What no one expected to happen was for Sirius to dip and find your lips in a kiss, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you closer, just as he had done for the last few weeks. 

The rest of the group stood with slack jaws as they took in the scene before them as they watched Sirius kiss you. Pulling away, you caught each other’s eyes as realisation set in and your own eyes went wide. 

“Marls,” Sirius shook off his slight hesitation before heading straight over to Marlene and pulling her in for a kiss of her own. “Lily.”

Stepping forward to give Lily a kiss goodbye, Sirius couldn’t help but notice the wide eyed look from both James at kissing his wife and Remus at kissing his sister. 

“Pleasure to spend time with you all.” Sirius grinned at everyone’s expressions before entering the fireplace to floo back to his own flat. 

“What the hell was that?!” Remus asked with wide eyes, securely on you. 

“Probably some leftover greeting from Lily and James’ wedding. Lils did have some french cousins, perhaps he picked it up from them?” You chuckled, trying to play down the laugh you so wanted to let out. 

“Yeah, it did feel french.” Marlene snickered. “I’m not sure if I feel happy about saying that I’ve kissed Sirius Black though.”

“Well, he can keep his lips to himself and not on my wife.” James scowled at the fireplace where Sirius had disappeared moments before. 

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Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving) fluff and some swearing

A/N: so the grammys are tomorrow and I am not prepared physically or mentally, so I decided to write a little something to calm myself. Its nearly 2am so there’s probably a load of mistakes! Pls don’t copy my work. Hope you enjoy!

It was the night before the Grammys and Harry had to admit he was feeling a bit stressed but even more nervous, he was so grateful for the fact that he would not only be opening the show, but that he had been nominated for not one, not two, but three Grammys.

When he got the phone call from his manager Jeff he was over the moon and y/n was jumping for joy, whilst hugging Harry, he was also pretty sure he saw a couple tears slip down her cheeks. That feeling lasted for weeks, but now with less than 24 hours to go the nerves had definitely set in and he didn’t know how to soothe them and had been basking in his troublesome thought for the past 40 minutes.

Y/n was currently out shopping for some essentials but Harry wanted her to be no where else except in his arms, they had both become a bit clingy towards each other during the pandemic, they had heard lots of couples break up or get divorces, but with Harry touring all over the globe and y/n having to stay put for her own jobs hey were more than happy to spend months on end together.

When he heard the front door open he practically leaped up from his spot on the couch, rounding the corner to the hallway immediately spotting y/n carrying multiple bags, still clad in a coat and woolly hat, her cheeks slightly red from the cold air even though it was nearly half way through March.

‘Hiya baby’ she smiles at him

‘Hi angel, missed you’ he said fumbling with the ends of his fingers.

‘I’ve only been gone about half an hour H’ she chuckled slightly, sensing he wasn’t feeling himself and hadn’t been all day.

‘Wanna come and help me put some shopping away’ she asked starting to take her hat and coat off, before getting a nod of the head in return his shy eyes making contact with hers. She ventured her way through to the kitchen, Harry trailing his way behind her like a lost puppy, starting to feel a bit calmer just due to her presence.

They then started to putting items in their allocated places in their kitchen, working like a dynamic duo somehow knowing wherever the other was at each given moment. Once the last item was put away Harry folds away the bags and puts them in a cupboard to be used another time. He then stands there in front of her, strands of his hair falling into his face in which y/n reaches out to push them back, he nuzzled into the slight touch, craving closeness with his girl. He makes grabby hands towards her in which she immediately complied and crashed into his warm chest wrapping her arms round his shoulders, fingers tangling into his hair. He sighed deeply in contentness but with a hint of worrysome into the crook of her neck ‘what’s going on in that head of yours baby’

‘I’m just worrying about tomorrow’ he speaks honestly ‘there’s just loads of thoughts of what could go wrong running through my head, and I can’t stop them’

‘Well I know that once you get out on that stage you are going to take it and rock the hell out of it, cause that’s just you and no matter how much you doubt yourself I know you are going to be amazing no matter what happens, and I think I can speak for pretty much everyone when I say that, you’re incredible baby no matter if you win a Grammy or not, I don’t really care about a shiny piece of metal I care about you’

‘But what if I mess up the words to the songs, or fall over on stage or something stupid like that’ he rushes out.

‘Your overwhelmed baby, and that’s very understandable because you haven’t really been doing a lot of this stuff cause of the pandemic, you just need to get in the swing of things again, but I’ll be there every step of the way, don’t need to be nervous H I’m here’ she cooed as he wrapped his arms around her tighter.

‘Thankyou angel, I love you, don’t know how much I needed to hear that’ he whispered kissing her neck.

‘I love you too, no need to thank me baby, that’s why I’m here, I’ll always be your moral support. If you want I can stand at the side of the stage with banners and everything,’ she says manoeuvring to grab a tea towel to demonstrate, she starts to swing her hips around, her body going in a circle with her hands in the air that was gripping the towel, whilst cheering ‘go H, go baby, go H, go baby.’ This made Harry laugh, a real laugh immediately lighting up the whole atmosphere. He swore he couldn’t live without this girl, who was dancing around the kitchen and would probably actually do what she was demonstrating on the side of the stage whilst he performed at the Grammys, because she cared about him that much.

‘There’s that smile, missed seeing that on your pretty face today’ she smiled right back at him, glad that he was happy again.

She made her way back to him, hugging him once again placing a kiss to the side of his jaw.

‘Wanna go upstairs and get all snuggy?’ She questioned.

‘Yeah, sounds perfect angel’

‘C’mon then’ grabbing his hand and leading them to their bedroom.

When they were half up the stairs y/n suddenly spins to face him again ‘you know, if your still feeling stressed I can help you even more, pretty sure I could eliminate all of it’

‘And how do you plan on doing that angel’

‘Oh my beautiful boy, the list goes on and on’ she says almost seductively.

They both knew where this was heading so they start to rush more up the stairs, excited to get to the bedroom, and as soon as they are and the door is shut behind them, Harry is pushed so his back was against the door before y/n starts kissing his lips hungrily, biting and sucking hickeys onto his neck making him groan ‘wanna be my baby boy tonight, just want to love you on you, make sure you’re totally stress free, how does that sound baby’

He whimpers at her words he could feel his length harden at her words ‘y-yes angel, want you to take control, wanna be your baby boy’

In turn y/n whimpers feeling her panties get wetter and wetter, she backed him up to the king-size bed, their lip connecting and reconnecting, the head in the room seeming to go up about 10 degrees, Harry loved it when y/n had her way with him, taking control of his pleasure, making him cum so hard he saw stars, he swore she was magical, the fact that he was worrying about every little thing about 20 minutes ago and now not having a care in the world, he could have been in the deepest, darkest whole and she still would be a been able to pull him out.

She turns both their bodies so that Harry’s would be the first to hit the bed, she was kissing him so hard it was making his knees buckle ‘do you want to take your shirt off and lay on the bed for me baby boy’ she says in which he quickly complies, lifting the fabric over his head, to see y/n doing the same taking her bra off at the same time, making him practically drool at the sight of her perky tits just begging to be played with.

He laid on the bed following her instructions, waiting for her to come over to him, and when she did y/n let out a small moan at the sight of his fucked out face and she had barely touched him, she loved it when he was like this, letting her take control when the roles were usually reversed, she just wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel, which was pretty dam amazing.

She leaned over kissing his lips, her tongue diving into his mouth dancing with his own, she pulled away slowly ‘what do you want me to do to you baby’ she asked already knowing the answer ‘want me to play with you cock’

He whimpered and nods, his doe eyes begging her to do something about the tent in his sweats.

‘Use you words baby, wanna hear you say it’

‘P-please angel, want y-you to play with my cock’

‘Okay baby boy’ she reaches down to the tie on his sweats undoing the bow slowly, almost teasing him making him squirm and moan out ‘please touch me angel, m’starting to ache’ she works quicker getting the trousers off of his legs before throwing them somewhere in the room, then going back to pull his boxers down his long legs, his cock finally springing free from its confines and gently hitting his stomach.

Her eyes went wide at the sight of his cock, the tip an angry shade of red leaking precum, the thick veins more prominent, his balls looking deliciously filled with cum, just ready for a release. She lays between his spread legs, wasting no time in gripping his girthy shaft in her hand making Harry throw his head back and stifle out a load moan, she smiled knowing she was making his feel good with only one touch. ‘Who’s made you this hard baby?’

‘You angel, only you’ he moans as she starts bringing her hand up and down his cock, her thumb swirling over his sensitive tip making him groan every time. She then brings her head down, making eye contact with his green orbs as he lifted his up, her lips encased his tip before going down inch by inch until she was about half way, Harry let out a prolonged moan, loving the feeling of her mouth in him. Y/n brought her head up after a few more seconds gasping for air ‘taste so good baby, can’t wait to taste that cum though’ he whimpered his legs spreading even more to give her more room. When she reattached her lips to his shaft she starts bobbing her head up and down, taking him down her throat aswell, her hand tugging the rest ‘feels so good angel’ he says whilst gathering her hair in a makeshift ponytail.

At this point y/n panties were soaked, she managed to get a little stimulation by grazing her clit on the rough fabric of her jeans, making her hum in delight around his cock. She brings her other hand down to his balls, rolling them in her palm. She then comes off his cock with a pop, taking one of his balls into her mouth instead, changing between the two all whilst tugging his cock.

‘M’gonna cum if you keep doing that’ his legs starting to shake around her

‘Well that was my aim, baby’

‘wanna have you wrapped around me when I cum, please angel’ he whimpered

And with that y/n was already unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down her legs, because how could she say no to him, her clit was starting to throb aswell, she smiled knowing that it wouldn’t take long for them both to cum, she straddles him bringing her lips to his once again, he grabbed hold of one of her tits massaging it before tweaking her nipple making her whimper into his mouth. She becomes desperate pulling away quickly before gripping his shaft and lining him up with her entrance, sinking down onto him with ease because of how wet she was. They both let out prolonged moans, loving the feeling of being wrapped around each other ‘pussys so fucking tight, s’like you were made for me’ he moans out, ‘think your cock was made for me too baby boy, stretches me out soo good’ placing both hands on his chest, she whimpers slowly lifting herself up before going back down, making a slow pace. They were moaning in unison the only sound in the room, and small whimpers of ‘baby’ and ‘angel.’ y/n brings her hand down to her clit starting to make small circles, knowing she wouldn’t need much to topple over she was amazed at how fast her orgasm was creeping up on her ‘m’gonna cum baby boy, you close’

‘Yes m’so close, your gonna make me cum so hard’ his legs starting to shake again, one of his tell- tale signs.

‘Cum with me baby’ y/n says not holding back anymore, with a few more thrusts and circles to her clit she was cumming, she whimpered the words ‘baby boy’ over and over, that’s when Harry toppled over he felt his cock twitch and with that he was releasing ribbon after ribbon of cum inside of her, he stopped breathing, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, toes curling, legs shaking practically screaming profanities. He felt like he was on cloud nine, he was gasping for air, a faint ringing in his ears.

Y/n leaned down to his chest kissing a few spots, now utterly exhausted ‘you okay baby’

‘Never cum so hard in my life angel, felt incredible’ he breathes out a lazy smile on his face.

She slowly lifted herself off of him, knowing he would be sensitive before laying down beside him ‘thankyou angel’ he whispers to her

‘What for?’ she asks

‘For making me forget all of my worries, for being my stress reliever, probably would have lost it by now if I didn’t have you’ he says sweetly. ‘I don’t know what I do without you either baby’ she says kissing his lips and then pulling his head to her chest, he nuzzled into her, his long arm draping the duvet over them, before gripping onto her waist.

‘Now go to sleep my beautiful three time Grammy nominated boyfriend, you’ve got a big day tomorrow’

[merci-bitch]

My Sweet Little One part II

Rose The Hat x fem!reader

Warning(s): swearing, slight abuse, PDA? 

Words: 2,5k

A/N: It has been quite a while. Hasn’t it? Haha. Well there might be a part 3 to this. It’s not as long as the first part which is 8k, and I have no idea how to make links so sadly I can’t link it here. ;/ . Hopefully there will more stories coming soon!

I made Y/N mine, alright. And everyone knew it, for sure. The next night she laid in my bed, I made her scream my name until her vocal chords were raw and made sweat crack across her place physiognomy.

No one could have her body the way I do, specially that loathsome rube. But he doesn't matter now.' I told myself. Though I wanted to make him pay. Rip his heart out and eat it on a silver platter after making him after making him suffer. Who the hell does he think he is? Laying his hands on my Y/n. They might both be steamy but he should see me. Oh yes, I am a cathedral compared to his small amount of steam.

"Rosie?" Y/n's voice pulled me out of my self induced trance. "Yes love?" I hummed. "You were zoning off again. Is something the matter?" I loved hearing the sweetness in her voice. It was like music to my ears.

"No darling, I'm quite alright." I smiled and placed my lips against hers and gave her a soft kiss. 'If only she knew though.' I thought to myself but shoved that aside for the moment. I could feel her soft hands gently caressing my bare skin and moved closer to her. Normally I preferred being the big spoon but on this moment, I didn't quite mind. She was home now and has been for quite a few weeks but still, I missed her.

"You're sure?" I nodded and ran my hands through Y/n's hair. "You're so pretty. You know that right?" She nodded and I smirked. "There is no one quite like you." Y/n's cheeks flushed cherry red and I chuckled. "No shame, darling. I only speak the truth."

"I know." She gave me a small smile that made me swell up inside. "Have you thought about my offer?" Y/n let out a sigh and I sat up. "I have but-"

"But what?" I tried my hardest not to sound angry. "When you stabbed me before, you told me it was for steam?" I nodded cordially. "Is that...what you guys eat?"

"Does it matter?" I expected to have her argue with me a little bit but surprisingly she didn't. Which I was thankful for. I took Y/n's hands gently in my own and kissed them. "Look, I know it's hard for you to wrap your head around but their pain is our gain. Don't you want to have a life with me? Unconditional bliss?"

She looked down as she slowly sat up and started fumbling with her hands. I wanted to say things, but I didn't want her to run away again. I didn't want to lose her again. She was mine, and only mine.

—— You don't know what it's like, not knowing who you are. To have lived in the shadows and to have travelled this far. Now I've seen a flashes of fire and echos of screams. But I still have faith, faith that someday my memories will come back.

In my dreams, it's all real. And my heart has so much to reveal. And my dreams seems to say, 'don't be afraid to go on, don't give up hope, come what may.' I know it will all come back! One day!

In my dreams shadows call. There's a light at the end a hall. Then my dreams fade away, but I know it will all come back one day. I just remember, rain against the windows. Sheets upon a bed. Terrifying nurses whispering overhead.

It was all strange. Rose, everyone. They say I was found on the side of the road. It had recently rained. In the darkness and cold with the wind in the trees. A girl with no name, and no memories but these above. I don't know a thing before that. Traveling the back roads, sleeping in the wood. I was always taking what I needed, working when I could. Keeping up my courage, foolish as it seems.

In my dreams I've always dreamed of a city. I dream of a city beyond all compare. Is it Paris? Paris... A beautiful river, a bridge by a scare and I hear a simple voice whisper, 'I'll meet you right there in Paris.' Paris.

Dancing bears, painted wings. Things I almost remember, and a song someone sings. It's almost December. Once upon a December. Someone holds me safe and warm. Horses prance through a silver storm. Figures dancing gracefully and across my memory.

Far away, long ago. Glowing dim as an ember and things my heart used to know and things it yearns to remember. And a song someone used to sing.

Heart don't fail me now and courage don't desert me. Don't turn back now that we're here. People have always said, life is full of choices and they aren't wrong but they never mentioned fear. Or how the world can seem so vast. On a simple journey to the past.

Somewhere down this road. I know someone true is waiting. Years of dreams just can't be wrong! Someone's arms will open wide and I'll be safe and wanted. Finally a place where I belong. Well, starting now I'm learning fast! On my journey to my past.

Home, love and family. There has to be a time where I had them too. I wouldn't be complete until I find you. But always one step at a time. One hope, then another. Who knows where this road may go? I wanna go back to who I was. On to find my future. There are things my heart still needs to know. Yes! Let this be some kind of sign and let this road be mine. Let it lead me to my past, and bring me home. At last!

—

"So, when the fuck was you gonna tell me."

"Hm? Tell you what my dear."

"Cut the sweet act Rose."

"What's wrong with you? Did they tease you again? You want tea?"

"Oh fuck you."

"Watch it."

"Watch it?! You have some fucking nerve Rose."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. The fuck did you think was gonna happen?"

"Seriously, what do you mean Y/N."

"Did you think I was gonna forget your words? Think I was gonna forget how useless and worthless you called me?"

"Y/N, I-"

"Shut it. I know exactly what you said, I'm not stupid or will I ever fall for some cover up you're calling this. I was happy without you!"

"You would never survive without me!"

"I did perfectly well for 10 fucking years Rose!"

"You call that happy?! With that Danny? You call that happy Y/N?"

"He loved me! He took care of me! More then you'd ever done, he took me for what I was. He picked up the pieces you broke."

"You better watch it. I don't mind killing you myself."

"See, this is exactly where you and I are different. I spend years not fitting in but thinking it was fine. Cause you were 'there' and cuddled me. Did you ever really love me? Cause you're blaming me for everything here, when it actually was you who fucked it up."

"I fucked it up?! You were the one who was so fucking ungrateful!"

"Ungrateful?! I have a fucking soul!"

"No, you don't! Cause you fucking sold it to the devil. You're not human. We turned you Y/N!"

"Excuse me what?"

"What?"

"No, don't change subject. What did you say?"

"Nothing."

"Did you fucking turn me without me saying you could?! Rose what the fuck!"

"What, you're mine. Just had to claim you. You'll be fine."

"Fine?! I don't wanna feed of dead kids Rosie!"

"They're actually quite delicious."

"You're fucking sick."

"Didn't stop you from fucking me."

"I didn't really have a choice."

"I didn't fucking rape you."

"Nah, it felt like it."

"You screamed my name out of pleasure."

"How come you were so sure of that?"

"I saw it, I saw your mind."

"What if that was just for play?"

"Oh, fuck you."

"I'd kill you if you tried."

"Oh, sweetheart. I'd like to see you try."

"Come at me."

"You can't be serious."

"Come kill me Rose."

"No."

"Coward."

"You're a bitch. A fucking bitch."

"Yet you put up with me for years. Took me back in when I was vulnerable. Loved me, well. Kind of. You held me close to you. Favorited me. So technically, I was your bitch."

"Exactly. You're my bitch."

"I was, not anymore."

"You'll always be my bitch. You're so weak for me, nothing will change that."

"Rose-"

"Begging already? Hm. Get on your knees."

"What?"

"Now!"

"Never."

"Get on your fucking knees before I make you."

"Make me then."

"You're playing with fire Y/N. I fucking hate you."

"Yeah, yeah. We've all heard that. How about something new?"

Before I knew it, her hand was wrapped around my throat. Holding me up in the air. Not a single piece of happiness or softness in her eyes. It was just dark. Her whole face was filled with anger. The veins in her throat showed as she strained. Her jaw clenched. Her hand squeezing harder around my throat. More and more air was ripped from my throat.

"You'll learn your fucking place. You disgraceful little piece of shit."

Her fingernails started to dig into the skin of my neck and my vision started to blacken out. Clawing at her hand. Choking on whatever air that was left in my lungs.

"R-Rosie-"

"Hm? Can't really hear you, my dear."

Her hand tightened even more and I felt my limbs go lump. Everything going dark.

-

"I don't know Abra. She's been gone for so long. She was missing when I came back from the bathroom at the cinema. You haven't seen anything?"

"No, I've been trying. It's like Rose is cutting her off from us."

"I just hope she's alright. She doesn't deserve all this."

"I know, but we'll find her."

—

"Sweetheart? Hey, wake up."

I felt someone slap my cheek. Groaning in pain, moving my head away. Slowly opening my eyes.

"Rose?"

"Yes, I'm right here."

"What happened?"

"My dear child, you passed out. You had a nightmare from sleeping and got up and started crying. Then you just dropped."

"Really? I don't remember."

"Oh, don't worry. I've got you."

Rose put her arms around me and pulled the covers over us, giving my forehead a kiss. I couldn't put my thought to it. Was that really what happened? I shook my head and snuggles close to Rose. Breathing in her scent. Relaxing. Smiling softly and looking up at her.

"What? What are you smiling about."

"Nothing."

"Come on, I can see there's something."

"I just -"

"Yes?"

"I love you, Rosie."

"I love you too Y/N."

—

"Rose? Is this really how it has to go?"

"Yes, my dear. Now come on. Stab her."

"I-I don't know, it's just a child."

"What have I told you before?"

"I-, their pain, our gain."

"That's it. Now come, feed your family."

Rose's hands were on my waist, her nose brushing against the back of my neck. I slowly raised the knife in the air. Feeling a sort of deja vu. Had I done this before? I couldn't have. Despite the child's cries, pleas and begging Rose was right. Their pain was our gain. I had to do this to feed the family. The true knot was my family.

Muttering a soft 'sorry' before stabbing the child. Stabbing it over and over again. Hearing both Rose's and Crow's laughter behind me. I felt angry for some reason, the child in front of me was the beat for my anger. The piece to take out all the unknown anger. Again and again. Until there was nothing left. Dropping the knife, shaking.

"You did so great, look at all that steam! Well last for weeks! If not even months. Good girl."

Rose gave me a wet kiss and stroked my cheek.

"Rosie?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Have I done this before?"

"What? Stabbing a child?"

"Yeah, I got like a deja vu."

"Well, haven't we all wished to kill children?"

Her carefree laughter filled the air. It didn't make any sense, but it had to.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Don't be so sad now, poppet. You did well."

"It just feels weird. I was a child too once."

"We all were. But now we are adults, we are the true knot. We live as more powerful then pathetic rubes. You said so yourself."

"I did?"

"Right you did."

"Oh, I can't remember much."

Rose stroked my cheek again and pulled me against her. Rubbing my back and watched the moonlight with me. It was silent. Was it nice? Was it confusing? Was it awkward?

"I just, this doesn't feel right."

"What do you mean?"

"It's like I've been walking, but with my face turned to the sun. This weight on my shoulders. And I feel as if I need to run. I do what I can to please you and the others, I just feel like an outsider."

"This is your home, can't you hear freedom calling? Calling you to stay. Don't you feel it in your bones? You belong here."

"In the morning before the sun starts shining, we gotta start moving again, can I drive with you?"

"Always."

—

"So I'm gonna stand up, and take my people with me. Together we are going to our brand new home. Far across the river. Do you hear freedom calling? Calling you to answer their prayer."

"That's what you got?"

"Yes, it was all I could find out."

"It's not really helpful."

"I know, I don't know what's going on. Before it was so easy to track her."

—

"I go to prepare a place for you."

Rose watched you sleep. She knew it wouldn't be long until your memories would come back. Her and Crow had been talking about what to do with you. She didn't want to kill you. She did love you, but if she had to she would kill you. You were steamy but she didn't know if it was that good. She had only tasted it once, but it was only little bit.

It had tasted like flowers. For some reason each time Rose would think about it. She would feel this, this heavy feeling in her chest. She didn't know what it was. It couldn't be guilt, could it? No. Of course not. Rose The Hat never had guilt. She was a strong a confident woman. Powerful. The queen bitch of castle hell.

Rose O'Hara knew guilt, knee pain and specially weakness. Rose The Hat could never dream of getting on her knees for anyone.

If she had to kill the one thing she loved. She fucking would.

[what-the--curtains]

In a Week

Part 3/4 - Snowballs and cigarettes

(Frankie Morales x f!reader)

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Summary: The snows finally stopped and its about time you got to work unburying your car. With your friends all prompting you to move on from your toxic ex you find yourself becoming more and more aware of the kind of person you’d want to be with. And how Frankie was ticking all those boxes.

Authors notes: Ugh okay I was over the max block text so the finale is split into two parts!! But you get them both tonight💕🌻💕 .

Warnings: mentions of toxic relationships, allusions to sex (nothing depicted), PTSD, smoking, drinking, swearing

Tagged: @agingerindenial @icanbeyourjedi

Word count: 4.0k

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Day 4

It had only been three days but you had found yourself in a routine that you hoped you never fell out of. Each morning he’d wake up first and you’d be predictably wrapped around him for another 2 hours or so. He found it hard to believe you were able to wake up before 10am, let alone that you were up at 5am most days but he’d love to be around to see it happen. For the first time, he saw something he’d long given up on. A future with someone else ingrained into his and his daughters life. Maybe it was stupid feeling this way after a few days, but he was old enough to know when he felt a real connection, and he’d never felt as good as he did when he was with you. He would make his feelings known to you, one way or another, he’d regret it forever if he let you slip through his fingers. He just had to find the right time to do it. It had been a long time since you’d woken up with someone in the same bed as you and even longer since the person was someone who made you feel safe and secure. There was something calming about knowing that even if you pushed your freezing cold feet between his calves in the middle of the night he wouldn’t get angry, or push you off he’d just grumble and pull you closer.

It sounded pathetic but it was the nicest a guy had been to you in years. You knew how stupid it was to catch feelings this fast, and it definitely wasn’t like you to feel such strong emotions. Since the funeral you had actively decided to forego them although. This benefited your work, helped you in your field, made you a better doctor, but keeping all your emotions bottled up took its toll. Primarily on your love life. You’d had your fair share of flings with other residents, nurses, friends of friends, but between classes and shift work there wasn’t time. Plus what was the point when you had no idea where you’d be moved to. At least that’s what you told yourself. Then Jonathan came along and you’d let him in, let him know you and you fell for him in the process. Then he’d started dating someone else, told you he didn't realize you were exclusive, and it shattered you completely. You’d pieced yourself back together and once you were better, once you were finally over him, he’d cycle back round to you, determined to keep you on retainer. The whole ordeal had left you tired. You’d never had a real relationship and you were already done with them. You never understood how people would want to live with someone for the rest of their lives until now. Catching feelings had always happened in periphery to your life making it easy to push by a crush by simply avoiding them, but you couldn’t avoid Frankie. Each day you spent trapped inside with him he’d continued to grow on you, cementing your feelings for him tenfold. You yawn and stretch your leg out over Frankies torso propping yourself up onto your elbow so you can reach over him and grab the glass of water on the nightstand. He exhales as if your movement across him is an inconvenience to his meticulous strategy for winning whatever game he was playing on his phone. You take a sip and put the cup back down, rolling off the bed and opening the curtains.

“Hey!” you shout, causing Frankies head to shoot over to you, “It stopped snowing!” you exclaim, gazing out over the parking lot where the snow had fallen. The powder undulating overtop the cars buried beneath it. You stretch your arms up catching an unsavoury whiff coming from your armpits causing you to pull a face. Turning around just in time to see Frankie laughing from the bathroom door.

“Seriously man? Do you have to beat me to everything!” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Gotta be faster sweetheart.” he says, closing the door behind him. From anyone else the term would have driven you into a rage induced frenzy, but it was endearing not condescending coming from him. You take the time to call Stella, you’d been texting with her since you got stuck but you felt it was time to officially announce your arrival as permanently cancelled.

“Hey girl”

“Hey babe what's going on? You calling with good or bad news?” she asks, a constant bustle evident in the background.

“Don’t shoot the messenger, but only bad news on my end. I am so fucking sorry, I should have just flown down like you said” you offer, leaning back against the window allowing the chill of the outside to cool you off.

“Well this is why you should always listen to me, but i’ll forgive you just this once.” she laughs.

“God I can’t believe the one wedding I actually care about I’m going to miss!” you exasperated, shifting away from the window and flopping down onto the bed.

“Well I definitely won’t miss you, especially considering you’ve already sent a gift.” she teases.

“How, very dare you” you punctuate.

“Yup long con paid off, 10 years I pretended to like you just to get you to buy me a toaster from ebay” Stella laughs.

“You could have just stolen mine after the first year, then you could have had me gone!” you state.

“Ugh a huge mistake!!” she overemphasizes dramatically, causing you both to burst out laughing.

“So….” you say after your giggles subside leaving a gentle ache in your ribs that always occurred when you talked to Stella.

“What?” she asks, sniffling.

“ Did John make it out there?” you ask, in a painfully transparent way.

“Why?” she spits, her tone suddenly lethal. She hated the guy, she was the one who was always left dealing with you after he’d used you up, helping to piece you back together, just in time for him to get a hold on you again.

“He asked about me?” you query, once again failing to convey your intentions.

“I’m not indulging this anymore, it's bad for you. He’s bad for you, there's only so many times I can watch him emotionally manipulate you” she rants.

“Ya, but it's easy and it's so good with him.” you emphasize.

“It’s not easy, take it from someone in an easy relationship, it's not supposed to hurt that much.” she chides, determined to have you see the light.

“But..”

“Nope, I'm drawing the line for you, find someone else. You’re a gorgeous single doctor,

“Almost doctor” you interrupt, but the statement is ignored.

“Aren’t you currently shacked up with one of my stupid brothers friends?”

“Yes? And?” you say, your heart suddenly beating faster as your head turns to see Frankies hat on the nightstand.

“Frankie right? Statue like, soft curls, kind, deep brown eyes? And don’t pretend like you didn’t notice I know you like the back of my hand!”

“So what if I have, doesn't mean..” you whisper, not wanting him to hear you.

“Nope, don’t sell yourself short, I say get cozy with him and finally move on from dickhead McGee, even if it's just for a night, cleanse the palette. Besides, you know he’ll be doing whoever looks his way at my wedding.” you hear a muffled shout “alright I have to go, something about the bridesmaids fighting.”

“Your sisters? Fighting? Who could have seen that coming” you deadpan.

“I know, god I wish you were here.”

“I wish I was as well i'll call tomorrow in case you get cold feet, I have a five point plan”

“I won't” she chimes.

“ I know because you love her”

“And I also love you” she says

“And I love you” you respond before hanging up. Not even a minute after hanging up you get a call from Santiago

“Hey, I just wanted to verbally apologize for trapping you with ‘Fish, though he's definitely one of the better ones to get stuck with.” he says.

“Well that’s good to know” you laugh, rolling your eyes.

“He hasn’t tried anything has he? If he has I'll kill him, and get away with it, you'll have to help me with the body but...” Santiago starts.

“Santi, it's fine he's cool, really sweet, actually,” you offer heat rushing to your face for some unknown reason.

“Good. He touches you ill..” he warns.

“You’ll kill him ya I got it!” you snap, you understood why Santiago felt like he had to play big brother for you but sometimes he was a touch overbearing. “Is John there?” you try and ask casually, failing to head Stellas advice.

“Don’t...” Santi starts, you can practically hear his jaw clench over the phone “you know if I see him tonight i'm gonna knock him out for how he treats you”

“It wasn’t that bad.” you whisper.

“It was, still is, I heard him bragging about how if worse comes to worse he always has his plan D,” he offers, not to hurt you but to try and free you from the cycle.

“That dick. You know what Stellas right, fuck him!” you exclaim with a newfound determination to rid him from your life.

“Oh my god, are you finally seeing the light?” Santi asks “Praise the lord!” He shouts up into the sky.

“Ya I guess so” you say staring at Frankie as he dries his hair with the towel. “I gotta go, see you soon.”

“Not soon enough” he laughs as you hang up.

“Whose that?” Frankie asks, still curious about who you’d been hoping to see at the wedding and what they’d done to earn your affection.

“Pope!” you say with a smile, pushing your back off the bed and sitting up.

“Threatening to kill me?” Frankie predicts.

“Ya we have a plan” you murmur.

“We?” he asks, a twinkle in his eye and his mouth upturned at the sides.

“Well he'll kill you but, I cant have him go to jail so i'll have to hide your body.” you explain

“Good glad that got sorted” he says, his smile now in full effect.

“I'll go grab some breakfast” you say.

“No ill get it, you’re always getting it, plus gives you time to shower, I can smell you from here.” He prods, grabbing the key.

“Rude!” you yell out after him.

He's back when you exit the shower

“Oh thank you, you say grabbing the plate form him”

“Just what the doctor ordered, hey?” he asks, smiling stupidly big.

“Ouuuf that that was bad truly apologize to me” He laughs at how serious your face gets “You're laughing? I had to listen to that joke and you're laughing?” you say through a mouthful of eggs. “Here's something that'll wipe that stupid smile off your face, snow stops which means we have to clear off my car.”

“Using the royal we are we?” he asks

“Think of it as repayment for the pun,” you say waving your fork in his face

“How will we be clearing it off?” he asks, leaning over the counter.

“Brush” you say, as if it's obvious

“Where's the brush?” he asks, resting his chin on the back of his hands and smiling sweetly at you, waiting for an answer.

“In the….oh” you say, face dropping when you realize that the brush was in the car currently buried under a snow pile.

“Not so smart now” he laughs pushing back off the counter taking your empty plate with him, washing it up for you.

“Well I guess we just have to get to the door with our hands then” you say smiling.

“Once again, about this we,” he says, drying his hands on the dish towel, turning to see a dramatic pout plastered across your face.

“Fine, I'll only help because I think you may disappear in the snow if you go in alone” he responds, the truth was, he couldn't deny you.

You both get dressed into the most winter proof clothes you had, neither of you having packed for a snowy expedition. As you exit the room you see him grab a pack of cigarettes he’d been hiding, not wanting you to see his worst traits.

“Those will kill you, you know,” you say, causing him to roll his eyes dramatically.

“Okay mom” he laughs grabbing the lighter despite your disapproving glare,

“You have a daughter to think about” you say, feeling like you'd be letting your profession down by giving up so easily.

“It's why I smoke, the safest way to calm the nerves while staying clean” he murmurs with a look on his face that is enough to get you to drop it for now. You weren't about to pry into his struggle with addiction and you certainly weren’t one to judge, you’d faced similar issues after your brothers passing.

“I used to smoke,” you confess as the elevator doors close in front of you both.

“Seriously?” he remarks, not able to believe it.

“Pack a week for about a year” you say, slowly nodding your head as the two of you walk through the foyer towards the parking lot.

“You quit?” He asks, impressed.

“Ya I don’t think it was long enough to form a habit. When did you start?” you offer as you move your legs through the snow, it was dense your legs would be sore tomorrow.

“What? Are you gonna assess the state of my lungs?” Frankie laughs, moving easily through the snow you were struggling so hard against.

“Yes, but i'll only tell you the results if you want to know”

“Few years back, after...” he stops himself before confessing the worst thing that ever happened in his life.

“The mission” you finish for him, remembering how Pope had picked up similar habits once he finally returned home. “You were there with Santi?” you question

“He told you about it?” he asks, sterner than you’d seen him before, he was afraid that you knew what a monster he was. You shake your head, no and he thanks the gods. “You think i'm going to?” He queries lighting up a cigarette and taking a drag, making sure not to blow it out anywhere near you.

“I don’t know, maybe. It’s the one thing he wont tell me about, figured it would be easier for you if you were talking to a stranger about it.”

“Not much of a stranger now” he laughs, but there was something behind his eyes, a similar sadness that you saw with Santi when he talked about it. Your thoughts are interrupted when something cold hits you in the face, your mouth drops open, your forehead scrunches in disbelief.

“Shit, I wasn’t aiming for your face I swear!” he looks up panicked

“I guess it's what I get for asking so many questions” you say, hand still over your face playing into it as you formulate your attack.

“No, oh my god! No! It wasn't because of that, let me see” he says, you let your hands drop and you smile wickedly up at him. Before he has time to react, you rub a handful of snow into his face.

“Oh... you're gonna pay for that.” he draws out, wiping the snow from his face.

After 15 minutes of all out war, and a brief truce that was to be officially signed once back inside you managed to get to the door handle and lean into the back seat grabbing out the brush. You offer it to Frankie, but he's already started clearing off the rest of the car with his arms.

“Hey can you grab my spare charger out of the compartment there?” you say cleaning off the trunk, the front doors now accessible.

“Ya, holy shit is this a knife?” he asks, pulling out a knife.

“Maybe.” You say staring into his eyes as his mouth hangs open in amusement. “For safety, I didn't know who I'd be driving up with! You coulda been a murderer” you explain palms up.

“And you were planning on what? shanking me?” he laughs a huge smile on his face, weirdly endeared by your thought process.

“Only if I had to.” You say chuckling between shivers, the cold now seeping through your makeshift snowsuit hitting against the sweat you’d worked up.

“You want it?” He offers.

“No i'm good, thanks”

“Because you don’t think I'm a murderer or because you have another one hidden in the room already?” he laughs, but he stops when you tilt your head slightly and raise your eyebrows, averting your eyes.

“Wait, do I need this knife?” he calls as you trudge back through the snow.

You both change into less sweaty attire and you settle into the couch turning on to watch the latest forensic files rerun. You shiver as you sit down having caught a chill. Noticing you shaking, Frankie goes to the wardrobe and grabs down a spare blanket throwing one at you so it lands directly over your head. He laughs when he sees you slowly turn towards him beneath the blanket, like someone in a makeshift ghost costume.

“Excuse me!” you laugh

“Hey you should be thanking me, can't have you freezing to death.” he says, “Are you asleep under there?” he asks, when you don't respond

“I'm not a cat! I don't fall asleep when someone throws a blanket over me!” He's not paying attention to what he's doing and the bottle in his hand shatters against the counter, a shard slicing his hand open.

“Fucking shit.” you him sigh.

“Are you okay?” You ask maneuvering out from under your blankets to see Frankie in the kitchen, glass on the floor and blood coming down his arm.

“Wow you're out of my sight for 2 seconds and you maim yourself” you say laughing, stopping when you see the panicked look in his eye, the event evidently triggering something deep in his psyche. You quickly stand up and he goes to move towards you.

“No don't move Frankie, stay where you are.” you reassure softly, watching as his eyes lay into your own, his breathing calmer now “You're in socks, can't have you cutting your dancing feet” you say.

“You’ve heard of my dancing feet,” he says, grounding himself again.

“Only bad things” you say, throwing him a pair of shoes that he carefully puts on before moving toward the closet where the broom is “No come here, let me see your hand. The mess can wait, you're more important,” you stress leading him over to the couch and sitting him down.

“Wow, first time I'll be able to afford professional health care “ he jokes as you take his hands in your own.

“Ow” he says when you press down onto the hand to assess the damage.

“It's fine, not deep enough for stitches, should heal up on its own. I still want to clean it though, to stop any infection.” You return with a small bottle of over priced vodka opening it and dabbing some onto a cotton pad. He doesn't flinch when the alcohol cleans the wound and he watches as you bandage his hand up.

“You carry a med pack with you on every trip?” he queries, but you don’t hear him you’re too focused on wrapping his hand.

“There! good as new,” you say standing up and cleaning up the glass on the floor. “Hey did you bring a swimsuit?” you ask, dumping the glass into some newspaper that was left in the room.

“Why?” He asks.

“Answer the question Frankie” you say, folding the paper around the shards before placing it into the trash.

“Yes, you wanna go hang out at the pool with the fifty families stuck here?”

“Ya. You don't? Seriously this room is wildly expensive and has a huge jacuzzi tub, I'm getting in your welcome to join, but bathing suits are mandatory.” you offer.

“I was gonna get in fully clothed,” he offers, not missing a beat.

“Perfect even better”

As per usual he beats you to the punch and settles into the tub that was more akin to a hot tub than a bath, he wanted to get in first partially to annoy you and partially so his body wouldn’t be on full display, he wasn't as jacked as he once was and he’d become insecure about certain areas that he’d let go once his kid came along. He watches as you walk in and his eyes can't help but follow your figure around the room, a beautiful person behind a beautiful personality, he thanks the universe for placing him into your orbit.

“That why they call you catfish?” you ask drawing him from his daydream back into an equally pleasing reality.

“What?” he responds, blushing at having been called out on his gawking.

“Cause your mouth hangs open like a fish out of water when you're zoned out” you smirk, lowering yourself down into the tub.

“Rude” he says splashing after you settle in.

“Alright, Frankie, what is it?” you ask, causing his face to look up to you “what's your deal, apart from smoking? You gotta have flaws”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” he charms

“Sinister” you laugh, but he doesn't, you reach your foot up tapping his cheek with it,

“Disgusting,” he chuckles, grabbing it and rubbing the arch before pushing it back into the water.

“God, I miss the ocean” you confess, “ I hate the city sometimes.”

“You’re not planning on staying in Chicago after you're done?”

“Nope, gonna get myself out to the coast, or at least somewhere without winters.” you say stretching your arms out across the tub. “How about you, are you planning on staying?”

“ Probably, no reason to leave, plus it's close to my mom so she can take care of Arianna when I'm at work, though I wouldn't be opposed to moving if the opportunity presented itself she's young enough that it wouldn’t be too hard.” he says, wanting you to know that if you asked, hed follow you anywhere.

“Arianna, beautiful name. Did you pick it?” you ask looking up when a few minutes of silence pass. As you do you notice that the somber look from early had returned. “You okay?” you ask.

“I don't deserve her, I don’t deserve something so good.” he states, suddenly realizing he didn’t deserve someone like you either. You wouldn’t be sitting in the tub with him if you knew what he’d done.

“Frankie that's not true” you reassure

“You don't know the shit I've done. I'm not... I'm not a good person,” he says, still not looking over to you.

“Well, I…” you begin to refute.

“Seriously, I've done bad things… awful things'' he clears his throat, afraid to look at you, afraid you’d be terrified by him.

“People make bad mistakes, but that doesn't make them irredeemable, not if they are willing to change. You understand what you did was bad, that says something.” you reassure, knowing the guilt was likely left over from the military.

“Well, wise words coming from someone who's never done anything bad”

“You don't know me that well Frankie, I’ve done my fair share of stupid things, crappy things to numb the pain. It's what we do to make up for those shitty actions that count. At every turn, you’ve shown me that you're not an evil person. Everything I’ve seen is good, and funny and incredibly kind.” you finish and you continue to nudge him with your foot until he finally cracks a smile.

“Well now you're smiling again, my missions complete and it's time for bed” you say stepping out of the tub and drying off, unaware that you’d just made Frankie fall even harder for you. His eyes helplessly following you as you leave the bathroom.

“Since I'm an outpatient, does that mean I get the good side of the bed?” he calls out after you. You roll your eyes but let him have it, you preferred the sleeping situation the way it was.

[sillyrabbit81]

Her Heavy Cross

Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?

Pairing: OMC x OFC

Word Count: approx 3k

Warnings: swearing, angst, implied smut

Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.

Part 10 Part 12

Part 11

The next few days were monotonous. Most mornings, I would go to the gym. Then I'd head off to work. After work, I'd take Perrin for a walk. We stopped at the dog park a few times to throw the ball. Then I'd go home and read or watch tv. After dinner, I would FaceTime Liam before falling asleep.

Although I missed him terribly, it had been good to have some space. I was able to think about us a bit. Liam was always great on the phone, a gentleman even. Yes, he flirted with me and made inappropriate comments, but they were always in context. I'd be lying if I said I didn't flirt with him back. But it was nice to get to know him better, and I decided I definitely liked him as a person and a lover. He was sweet, sincere, funny and warm, the same as he was when he was Will. He seemed to accept who I was. There were no digs at me, maybe some friendly ribbing, but it seemed he liked me too. We spent a lot of time laughing. We had a similar sense of humour.

He opened up about some of his past relationships, how he felt about them and what went wrong. A lot of the times, he admitted to fault, especially in the early ones. I talked a bit about Andy but kept a lot back. No doubt, he noticed.

Thursday afternoon changed everything.

Liam called me when I was driving home from work at about four-thirty. It broke with our routine. We usually spoke around nine o'clock. I answered the phone, and Liam's voice came through the speakers.

"Hello, Sweetheart. How was your day?"

I smiled at this now familiar greeting. "Really good, Liam. How was yours? Have you finished work already?"

"Yeah, good. I'm supposed to stay for another hour, but I wasn't needed, so I left." Liam paused and said, "Listen, Lana, I have to tell you something."

"Oh, no."

"Yesterday, a parent from your school saw the pictures of us." I went cold. I was 10 minutes from my house, but I pulled over. "She left a message on one of the pictures that you look like a teacher from her kid's school." Oh shit. "Anyway, this morning, you were on duty at the "kiss and drop", whatever that is."

Robotically I said, "it's where the parents drop the kids off at school without getting out of the car." I could see where this is as going.

"Right." He sounded strange but continued. "Well, they took a picture of you, put that side by side with the others. Long story short, Sarah was called to confirm your name."

"Oh, for fucks sake." I was pissed off. "What did she tell them?"

"She said she couldn't confirm or deny."

"In other words, yes, but my boss said, don't say anything."

"That's a bit unfair, Lana. She can't lie to them, or they won't bother calling her when they get a story. They will just run it because they can't trust what she says."

"Fuck this," I said and hung up on Liam.

I slammed my foot down on the accelerator and spun the tires. I had a Toyota Camry SX. It's sort of sporty, but it's not meant to be driven like that, but I was fuming. Liam rang again, but I ignored it. I backed off and slightly and rounded a corner, tires chirping as I went. I fumbled in my bag, driving one-handed until I found and lit a cigarette. As stupid as it was, I drove the rest of the way home like that.

When I got home, I quickly changed into my Draggin jeans, leather jacket and riding boots. I grabbed my helmet, gloves and went for a ride.

I loved being on the bike. Andy was the first guy I'd been with who rode. I remembered the first time he got me on the bike. He hadn't even let the clutch out, and I screamed and jumped off. The second time was better, and I went around the block before I got off. The third time, I was hooked. I loved holding onto his waist as we rode, my chest pressed against his back, my thighs touching his, my hands under his t-shirt. I loved the heavy thrumming of the bike, the wind whistling past. It was exciting, erotic, but also calming. Calming is what I needed.

I was so angry. Not at Liam or Sarah. Or even the bitch who outed me or the others who put my photo out there in the first place. I didn't know who I was angry with. Hollywood? Gossip? Social media? Myself? Maybe I was mad at myself. I deserved it. I'd turned my back on Andy, fucked another guy, and now I'm in a relationship with him, according to public record. Every time someone googles my name, his will come up.

The parents at school will give me looks, and I won't know what they are thinking. Will they be laughing at me? And if it didn't work out, everyone would know. I would have to go through a break up while everyone watched, picked at it, chose sides and commented.

I rode for about an hour up through the Blue Mountains. When I stopped for petrol at Wentworth Falls, my thoughts had settled, and I was thinking clearer. I stopped at a cafe, got a coffee and checked my phone. Liam had called twice more and sent a few messages. Riza had called and texted me.

I checked Riza's first. It was a link to an article, Liam Cross's Secret Aussie Lover. Her text simply said, "Jen just found this. Call me if you need me." I didn't click the link.

I checked Liam's. He said he wants to make sure I'm ok. Then he said he wants to come over and talk to me.

I called Liam. He seemed to answer before it even rang. "Sweetheart. Are you ok?" He sounded a bit frantic.

I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry I snapped at you."

"I knew you'd be upset."

"Upset is one thing. I snapped at you and blamed Sarah. You're right. It's not her fault."

"Lana, don't worry about that. Did you read the article?"

"No."

Liam was quiet a while. Then he said, "Are you ok now?"

"Yeah, I'm ok. I just needed some time to calm down." I let out a short laugh. "I am a redhead after all. I have a temper."

Liam laughed, "Do I have to be worried about being stabbed in my sleep?"

"Nah, being a redhead wouldn't make me do that. I get that part of me from being a Scorpio."

"I don't know whether to be scared or turned on right now."

I smirked, "Why not be both?"

Liam laughed and then got serious. "You sure you're ok? Do you want me to come over? I almost did get in my car when you wouldn't answer."

"Stalker," I teased.

"And that's why I didn't."

"I'm not at home anyway."

"Where are you?"

"I took off on the bike to clear my head. I'm in the mountains right now."

"The mountains?"

"Yeah, the Blue Mountains. Look west tomorrow, and you'll see them."

"I'll do that." Liam paused. "I'm really looking forward to seeing you tomorrow."

"I'm looking forward to seeing you too. Bye, Liam."

"Bye, Sweetheart."

I finished my coffee and rode home.

I texted Riza to let her know I was ok. I played with Perrin. I texted my brother to remind him to pick Perrin up tomorrow afternoon. I ate some dinner before packing my bag for tomorrow and went to bed. It was a long time before I finally fell into a restless sleep.

Liam Cross's Secret Aussie Lover

"Pictures of Liam Cross, 38, with an unknown female were circulating on social media earlier this week, and tongues were set wagging.

"Users were quick to put their detective hats on and tracked down Cross's new flame late yesterday. The woman was identified as Mrs Alana Walker, 30, Sydneysider, and special education teacher. Not much else is known about Mrs Walker other than she was widowed in 2017.  Her husband, Andrew Walker, and father Brian Kelly were killed in a horrific Boxing Day crash when his car was destroyed by a truck driver who had a medical incident behind the wheel.

"Sources close to Cross say that he has been elated the past couple of months, and now they know why. They hope for his sake that this relationship will not be plagued by scandal like his previous relationships.

"For now, Cross's camp is remaining tight-lipped on the situation. While they don't deny a relationship, they will not confirm it.

"Cross is currently in Sydney for an adaptation of the widely popular and romantic fantasy epic Beyond the Stones series by C. W. Taylor. He will co-star alongside Australian Myra Roberts with an expected release in the northern hemisphere winter of 2022."

I woke on Friday morning and laid in bed for a while. I should have gone to the gym, but I just couldn't get my body to move. I wanted to chuck a sickie, blow off the whole day, maybe go for a swim, or just watch movies all day. I had an urge to watch Kill Bill for some reason. But I couldn't do that to the kids.

I knew I was just trying to avoid the parents at school. I'm sure most of them know by now. Gossip runs rampant at the school gate. We've all seen Big Little Lies. Probably all the staff knew too. It was one of those days where I wish I could just press fast forward and get to the part where I see Liam again. I didn't want to miss out on that.

In the end, I got up, showered and got ready for work. I tamed my hair, put on my war paint and dressed in black work pants, ballet flats and a pink knitted cardigan.

I started to pack my bag for the weekend, trying to work out what outfits I needed. I had decided what I wanted to wear for dinner tonight, but I didn't know what to wear to bed. Would I even need anything to wear? I blushed at the thought. I packed a basic set of pyjamas. I added jeans and a couple of t-shirts, a hoodie and my Dr Martens. I put some pretty underwear in there too. I didn't have much, just a white lace set which Liam had already seen and two black lace sets. I packed them all.

My phone beeped, and I got a message from Liam. It was a picture of his face all sweaty from working out. He had his tongue sticking out. He had written, I was going to send you a picture of my cock but thought that was a bit vulgar. So I decided to send you a picture of another part of my body that's going to fuck you tonight. Can't wait x.

My whole body grew hot, my stomach filled with butterflies, and I giggled. I started to reply with 'cheeky bastard', but then I had an idea. I sent him a picture of my face with my mouth open in an O shape, and I rested a finger on the corner of my lower lip. I wrote, I was going to send you a picture of my pussy but thought it was a bit obvious. So I sent you a picture of another part of my body that's going to get fucked tonight. X

Within a minute, I got a reply of: Game on, Sweetheart.

Well, if Liam wants to play a game, I can play a game.

I pulled my pyjamas out of my bag and put in a satin shift, pretty much my only sexy bedclothes. I thought about what other sexy photos I could take and packed a few other things. Then I made my lunch and headed off to work.

I rang Riza on the way to work. She asked me about how I was feeling. I told her I was dealing with it, but I said no more about it. I asked Riza about how she and Jen were going, and she said we would meet up soon.

"I miss you," she said.

"Yeah, I miss you too. Talk soon, ok?"

"Yeah, have a good weekend slut! Tell Liam I said hi."

"Suck a dick Riz."

We hung up, and almost immediately, Dave calls.

He doesn't say hello or anything, just launches in with, "Are you dating Liam Cross?" Fuck. "One of Lucy's friends just sent her an article about you and him."

No use denying it then. "Yeah, I am. He's the one I'm spending the weekend with." I braced for his reply.

"Fuck me dead. My fucking little sister is rooting Liam fucking Cross." His voice didn't sound angry. He sounded impressed.

I rolled my eyes. "It's not a big deal. Just don't forget to get Perrin and don't tell Mum."

"Not a big deal? The kids will go crazy when they meet him."

"Dave, we are hardly at the point where we are meeting families."

"Yeah, alright, keep your shirt on."

"I'll come by Sunday arvo to pick Perrin up?"

"Wanna stay for dinner?"

"Yeah, ok. See you then."

I ended the call and got to work not long after that. I went straight to my classroom, trying to avoid everyone. There was one person I couldn't avoid, and that was Marla, my teacher's aide. She was in her late 50s, though, so I thought she would be pretty safe. She didn't mention anything all morning, which was a relief.

At lunchtime, I stayed in the classroom. I told Marla I had some work to do, so she left me alone. I checked my phone and found a message from Liam.

It was a picture of Liam drinking from a bottle of pineapple juice, and it said, Me hydrating for tonight x.

His innuendo made me chuckle, but I had planned for something like this. I took a selfie of myself with a banana in my mouth and sent it with the caption: Presumptive much? Me carbo-loading for tonight.

Liam replied a little later with, I can't decide if I'm winning because my pics are better or if I'm still winning because yours are better.

Marla came back into the classroom about halfway through lunch. She pottered around the room, trying to look busy. She kept looking over at me. I felt myself start to panic. She wasn't acting like that this morning. She must know now. They all must know. I started wondering what everyone was saying about me in the staff room. They had probably sent Marla back to the classroom to see what information they could get out of me. The panic receded, and anger filled the void.

Eventually, I lost my temper. "Have you got something to say, Marla?"

Marla had the good grace to look ashamed. "No. Nothing."

I crossed my arms. "What are they saying?"

Marla sighed, "honestly? They're mostly pretty stoked about it. Happy for you."

I let my arms fall. My vision went a bit blurry. "Really?"

Marla came over and leaned against the table, and rubbed my back. "Oh, Darl, yeah, most of us remember what it was like for you. We just want you to be happy."

I smiled at her, but the tears still came. Marla gave me a tissue. "Thanks, Marla." I sniffed, "ugh, the parents, though. I'm not looking forward to that."

Marla smiled and said, "don't worry about it, Darl. I'll fill in for ya this arvo, and you can do my Wednesday lunch duty. How's that?" I thanked her. Relieved, I hugged her and cleaned myself up.

When school had finished, I made a mad dash to the car park. I knew I was just putting off the inevitable. I'd have to show my face in front of the parents sooner or later, but I decided it was Monday's problem.

I checked my phone before I headed off to Liam's place. He had sent me a shirtless picture of himself with some rope curled up around his shoulder and written, One of my costumes has a rope. It made me think of you. I'm about to leave. See you soon.

Dammit, I couldn't think of a response to that one! I sat and thought about it for ages. I was not about to give in easily. Then it came to me. I got my water bottle and one of my spare undies from my overnight bag. I wet them a bit, put the underwear and water bottle on the bag and took a picture of them both. I wrote. My water bottle leaked in my bag, and my panties got wet. It made me think of you. I'm on my way.

The three circles came up within seconds, and Liam sent, You are in so much trouble, Sweetheart. Park around the back.

And because I can't control my tongue in real life or texts, I wrote back, That's what she said.

I didn't wait for a reply. I just put an audiobook on and drove.

Part 12

[skipscabin]

Come What May

Character: Jim Hopper x Reader

Word Count:1986

Rating: Fluff, with a dash of angst

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy 

Summary: Tensions are running high at the station, it isn’t easy being married and working to the Hawkins Chief of Police. When you get a feeling, however, there's only one person you can tell.

AN: This is un beta’d and written in the early hours of the morning. Also, my first time writing for Jim, so I'm hoping all is well! 

Your stomach turned, seeming to sway back and forth as you remained still at your desk. You never knew your organ was such an acrobat. You set down the pen you held in your hand pushed your chair away from your desk, looking out to the changing fall leaves on the trees through the station windows. There was a big hubbub at the high school with a few teenagers earlier in the week and you had been tasked with writing the incident report. You knew you had to get this done today and had to send a copy to the school officials for their own disciplinary purposes. For the past several days, however, that was the last thing on your mind. 

When it came to your “lady days”, you were spot on. The third Sunday of every month, boom. The Red Baron was coming in hot, yet here it was the third Friday, and nothing. After Monday came and went and it never happened, only a small part of you was worried. You knew it had been a busy week (which turned into two) at the station and you assumed that perhaps the stress offset you for a little while. It was close to 5 pm on Friday now, however, and you didn’t feel a thing. No cramps, mood swings or anything. In a small, gossip ridden town such as Hawkins, there was really only one person you could tell first. Cheif Jim Hopper. Your husband and boss. 

Since then you tried to conceal any notion that anything was off with you, not that it was hard. While you both lived and worked together, a string of occurrences around town hindered you getting really any alone time with each other. Either one or both you were at the station or you were just too exhausted to try and tell him your troubles. The nervousness also plaguing you heavily.

You tap your pencil on your report, the final section finally filled. You looked at the clock and decided you had enough time to talk to Hopper before dropping it off.  You two were the last officers left, Flo just about ready to leave herself and she tuts about the station. You take a deep breath and sign your name on the document, tucking it into the folder neatly. You skirt around your desk and down the hall to Hopper’s office with it under your arm. You knock on the door and wait a moment before opening it and popping your head in. You see he is on the phone while his gaze is cast down, writing something down in one of the case files. 

“Yes, yes sir we’ll have it sent off by 5 o'clock, one of our deputies will drop it off. Yes, not a problem, glad the kids had a level head with the aftermath of it. Yes, goodbye.” He hangs up the phone and continues to write. You step into the office and take another deep breath. He seems to finally realize you’re there and looks up quickly. 

“(Y/N) you got that report done for the principal right?” He asked, his brow knitted together as he speaks, seemingly to have forgotten if he had even checked in with you about it any other time today. 

“Yes, I just finished it up, I was wondering if-”

“Could you give it to Powell to drop off on his way home? I know he drives right by the school and they just called asking if it would be in today.”

“I would, but he’s gone home. It’s been a long week so the boys finished up pretty quick to get home. I also took a little longer than usual writing it up, I’ve had some stuff on my mind.”

“Ah...Well, then there goes that. I guess one of us will have to. See, best to leave anything that bothers ya at home so then we could have left a bit early too.” He shrugs going back to his folder. You bite your bottom lip, half in anger and in sadness that he seemed so dismissive in this moment. 

“Hopper I need to talk to you about something.”

“Babe, can’t it wait until we get home? I told them it would be there at 5 o'clock and its 10 minutes too. So either you or I will have to take it.” He replies the only move he makes is to twist his wrist to look at the numbers on his watch.

“Jim it's just really important and I haven't been able to-”

“(Y/N) please I promise you you can tell me any and all of your problems when we get home I just need this one last thing done before the week is done.” 

That's it.

You take the folder from underneath your arm and slam it down on the desk over his work, a few papers flying off in the process. 

“Fine then. If it’s so god damn important than you can take it to the school by yourself on your way home. I’m leaving. Don’t wait up for me.”. You turn on a dime in your boots and stomp out of the room, slamming his door behind you as you go. You’re heading for the car as Flo appears, wondering what the door slamming was about. She quickly sees that you’re upset, your eyes filling with tears quickly, threatening to come spilling out. You put your hand up to her and your lip quivers.

“Flo don’t, everything is fine I just need to go.” You hear Jim’s booming voice call your name as he emerges from the office, triggering you to bolt out the front doors, pulling your keys from your pants and quickly climbing into your car. You turned it over and peeled out of the parking lot, headed for you didn't even know where.

Hopper runs out to the parking lot but just catches your tail lights as you go, clenching his fists at his sides. Flo walks up beside him and watches you go.

“Jim Hopper, what have you done now.” 

*****

You stand on the rocky beach of the lake, tossing stones into it as far as you could. Winding your arm back and throwing them with all your might. The ripples making the reflection of the late evening sky tinting it an orange colour. Leaves fall from the trees and skim across the water, dipping over the ripples made by your angered pitching practice. 

“That stupid, stupid man. Fucking Jim Hopper want, want, want. Can’t take two god damn minutes out of his day to listen to someone other than himself.” You kneel down and grab a stone about the size of a baseball, hurling it and watching it hit the water with a heavy splash. 

“Sounds like a huge asshole.” You hear a familiar voice say from behind you. You turn around and meet a pair of sulking blue eyes, wiping the tears from your own with the sleeve of your pale blue deputy uniform. 

“You have no idea.”  You say coldly turning back away from him, hoping he would just walk away and leave you in peace, and yet a small part of you hoped he wouldn’t.

“Actually I can guarantee I do. I’ve been dealing with him for even longer than you have. He gets a little pigheaded sometimes.” Jim makes his way across the rocks, the stones crackling against one another under the broad man’s weight You’re still looking on when your glance is brought down by your hat being stuck in front of you. “You left this at work, can't have my deputies running around with bare heads.”

You snatch the hat from his hand, brushing the stray hairs the water’s breeze had taken off of your hot and tear stained face. Again saying nothing. 

“(Y/N) will you say something please, I’m trying. I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention to you before when you needed it, but I’m here now and I want to listen.”

“Maybe you should have done that when we were at the station. I've been wanting to talk to you for a few days now but I knew work had been hectic for both of us so I didn’t bother. You know me, Jim, you know I wouldn't bring up our personal problems at work unless it was urgent. It’s been hard trying to find the words to tell you.  If we didn’t draw a line between us and work we would have been done a long time ago. Being with someone almost 24/7, at work at home, hell in bed every night is stressful.

“I know, but there’s no one else I’d rather be stressed out over. I’m sorry about today, this afternoon. I am. You understand why I was wound up, you were too, I just didn't know you were even carrying extra.” Hopper turns towards you and wraps his arms around you, placing his head on top of yours as you go on your tiptoes to wrap yours around his neck tightly, your hand still holding your hat tightly. Your eyes squeeze shut and more tears start to cascade down your cheeks, your heart hammering in your chest. You loved this man so much, so matter how much you growled to each other, you felt it. In the top of your head to your toes and everywhere in between. He pulls back and runs the pad of his thumb over your shivering lip, smiling warmly at you with his kind cool eyes. “Now, will you tell me what's been bothering you, please?

You take a deep breath and exhale,  the shaking breath coming out through your mouth, trying to find a way to explain your worry. He places his hand on your cheek and you put yours over it, leaning your cheek against his warm palm. “Hopper, my, I’m, I’m late. I'm never late.” He furrows his brow and tilts his head slightly.

“Never late? What do you mean? I don’t know what you mean. You were late for your first day on the job, I remember that and-”

“No, no, no. Late as in-” You take his hand from your cheek and place it on your stomach. “I’m late, my period is late Jim.” 

His eyes immediately dart down to where his calloused hand is holding your shirt, feeling your skin move underneath it as you breathe. His own breathing becomes heavier, he swears his heart might beat out of his chest, or burst with pure joy. 

He removes his hand from you and wraps them around you, picking you up and holding you close and he spins you off your feet for a moment. He sets you back down and presses his lips to yours, kissing you deeply and lovingly as he held you so tight. 

“Hop I’m sorry I should have tried telling you sooner but I was so scared and we were all so busy and I didn’t know what to do. I know we talked about kids but I assumed we didn’t mean right now and I-” He kisses you again, silencing your ramblings of the past week and let it all melt away. He leaned down and places his forehead on yours, letting you see now his eyes becoming glassy with emotion.

“No, no I am. You've known this whole time and I never had time to listen. I’m sorry. You're right we weren't exactly banking on having one so soon but that doesn't matter. We can call the doctors office tomorrow and they can get you in and see if that’s what's going on. If we do have a baby I promise, I will be the happiest man alive. You know that right? I love you so much, you’ll never know how much. I’ll always take care of you, and the little one, whether it happens, sooner or later.”

[demonsofhunting]

"Sand Between Our Toes" ( A Destiel one shot, feat. Sam and Charlie )

Summary: Sam, Dean, Cas and Charlie spend a day at a lake, having fun. ( Charlie ships it so much, if you know what I mean. XD )

Warnings: mainly fluff, it's a hot summer day

Words: about 1000 ( awww )

A/N: Just a short, little thing I wrote while lying near a lake. XD Btw I'm currently dying because of the heat in my country. This OS just came into my mind, cuz I suddenly remembered Dean saying in season 9 or 10 that he would love to spend a vacation near the sea, and all I want for tfw is to have some fun ( and I freaking love Charlie! ), so yeah...there we are. :D

I hope you'll like it! Enjoy! <3

"So, is that what you wanted?" Sam asks and sights. He frowns and looks more than just a little unhappy with the tons of bags on his shoulders.

What am I? Dean's slave?

"Hell yeah," Dean shouts with wide open arms, "What do you think, Cas?"

The angel thinks about it. "It's beautiful. Just a little crowded. So many humans...,"he answers and shrugs.

"I know, right?" Dean says, enthusiastically, and Sam rolls his eyes.

"Dear Lord, have mercy," he mutters, but can't hide the small smile on his lips.

It was Dean's brilliant idea to spend one day - just one fucking day, Sammy. Don't be a bitch! - on the beach. Okay, it's not the real beach but it's a big area of sand near a lake. And it's full of people.

"Okay...wanna stay right here?" Sam says, already putting the packages to the ground.

Dean nods, and throws a big blanket on the sand. After he arranged it a little, he immediately lies down on it.

"Aaargh, that's great," he sights.

The air is hot and dry. Kids are laughing, the sound of splashing water is ringing over to them.

Sam runs a hand through his hair and looks around. Cas sits down next to Dean, observing the people on the beach with much interest.

"Has anybody already seen Charlie?" Sam asks the others.

"Nah," Dean hums. Cas shakes his head first, but then he smiles and waves. Sam turns around and sees a girl running over the sand.

Her red locks are shining like fire in the strong sunlight. She wears a cute hat and carries a bag on her shoulder.

"Hey Bitches!" she shouts, laughing.

Dean waves without sitting up, muttering something.

Maybe he's already half asleep.

Sam goes to Charlie and pulls her in a big, soft hug. She laughs, her hair tickles him on the neck.

"Miss me?" she asks, smiling.

"So damn much, Charlie," Sam says and tugs her closer. After they finished their little greeting, they walk over to Dean and Cas. Charlie highfives Cas and hugs Dean, before the elder Winchester even has the chance to get up - she just attacks him with a little scream. He winces first, then laughs and hugs her back.

"C'mon! Let's go! I'm here to swim not to lie under the burning sun!" Charlie tells the others and is already undressing herself. She wears a "Star Trek" bikini under her clothes, and after she took her shorts and top off, she's ready to go.

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A couple of minutes later they're all wet and laughing, enjoying the cold water on their skin.

I'm so glad we finally bought swimwear. This summer it's more than just pretty hot outside.

Charlie screams as Dean tries to dip her in the water. Cas is still careful, Sam is pretty sure that the angel never went swimming before. He can swim, obviously, but right now he doesn't seem so comfortable with it.

"Hey, Cas," he says, "Are you alright?"

Cas nods. "Yes, Sam. I'm okay. It's just a little...hm..cold." He makes a face.

Dean immediately notices and swims over to them, grabbing Cas' arm, softly.

"C'mon, Cas. I bet I'm faster than you," he grins.

"No, Dean. I'm an angel of the lord. Even though I haven't had much experience with water yet, I'm sure I can beat you," the angel says, completely serious.

Meanwhile, Dean already tries to get away.

"I'm already winning!" he screams and swims faster.

"No! Dean, wait!" Cas blurts out and tries his best to catch up. Water splashes in Sam's face, and he shivers.

"Aww, they're so cute!" a high voice says. He turns around, just to look in Charlie's thoughtful eyes. He nods, smirking: "They are. Pretty annoying, though. Dean literally made me carry all the package. Don't ask how."

Charlie laughs, stroking a hair from her face. "Are they finally together?" she asks,

"I wasn't around for a long time. I hope they are. Please say that they're a couple now."

She looks at him, hopefully, and the younger Winchester takes himself time with his answer - until it looks like she's almost going to explode.

"They are," he finally says.

Charlie sighs in relief: "Thank god."

"Yep."

"Poor Sam, heh?" she chuckles.

"Yeah. Even though I'm happy for them, it's weird. I swear, you don't want to hear - "

His gaze flows to Dean and Cas, splashing each other full of water like children. Cas does it with so much passion that Sam laughs, quietly.

Charlie nods, he didn't even have to finish his sentence: "Sure, I understand. Young love..." She grins.

"Haven't met the girl of your dreams yet?" the hunter begins, carefully.

She shakes her head with a small smile: "Not yet."

Sam grabs her hand, softly.

"You will," he determines.

They both watch the 'fighting' boyfriends for a couple of minutes until Sam thinks he might die from a cold, like right now.

Dean literally pulls Cas out of the water as the angel doesn't want to leave, Charlie laughing maniacally.

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Later they're all sitting on the big blanket, eating pie ( primary for Dean ) or salad ( for Sam ). They're talking about all and nothing, laughing, just hanging out. It's a damn beautiful day and as Cas leans over to Dean and gives the hunter a long, passionate kiss, Charlie can't hold on any longer.

"I'm so happy for you, damn it," she bursts out. Dean laughs and runs a hand trough his hair, the other still on Cas' chest. They're both blushing a little.

"Really?" Sam mutters, eating in frustration, "Right in front of my salad?"

Cas nods, and Dean winks.

"That's right," he says with a smirk, while Charlie is almost in tears. She mutters something about planning a wedding and stuff.

It's a weird image.

Sam shakes his head and rolls his eyes, but he can't help but smile.

I love these stupid people so damn much.

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Aaaaand that's it!❤ Thank you so much for reading and if you would like to leave a comment or reblog this shit I will love you forever! <3

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[calpalirwin]

You’ll Always Have Me

Summary: Alyssa and Ashton have been best friends ever since Alyssa moved in across the street the summer before second grade. Together, they were tackling the stereotype that boys and girls can’t just be friends. That is, until they almost kissed right before their junior year of high school. Can their friendship survive the jealousy that stems from their newfound feelings? And what happens when they realize these “newfound feelings” really aren’t all that new?

And away, and away we go!

Chapter 10

~Alyssa~

I was skeptical of Ash’s sudden change of heart, if I could call it that. Granted, I was glad he finally was back to being regular Ash. But, I also liked seeing him get so worked up when I gave him a taste of how I’d been feeling since he started dating Kayla. It meant that he still cared about our almost kiss to be bothered, which meant maybe there was a chance if we ever stopped pretending we were worried about it “ruining” our friendship. But his sudden acceptance of Calum left me feeling a little worried, like the door on what could have been was closing for good. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.

At home, I scrambled to get my homework done because I knew I’d blow it off if I waited until I got back from Ash’s with Dad.

“Lys, let’s go!” my dad hollered up the stairs when he got home from work. I grabbed guitar bag, slinging it over my shoulder as I headed downstairs. “Really, kid?” he asked me, motioning at the bag.

“Shouldn’t you be happy to know that you didn’t waste your money on a hobby for me to give up a month later?” I asked him.

He raised his eyebrows, “You got me there. At least you’re still sticking it out. Now, c’mon.”

In the car, we blasted the radio as loud as we could bear. Wednesdays were probably one of my favorite days because for the short car ride to and from Mr. Irwin’s, it was just Dad and me. Dad preferred to rock out with me to the radio rather than fill the ride with mindless “catching up” like Mom did when I drove with her.

A few blocks from Ash’s, Dad turned down the radio. “So, Mom told you you got a date on Friday?”

I looked at him from the corner of my eye. “Yeah. It’s not a big deal though. We’ll probably just go to the movies or something.”

“Yeah, that’s what Mom told me. I was just surprised, I guess.”

“Why?”

“I dunno. I guess I always thought when you started dating that you’d go out with Ashton. I know Ashton. I was prepared for Ashton.”

“Me too,” I sighed.

“Sorry, kid.” His hand reached out and gently patted my leg.

“Aw, Mom told you everything, didn’t she?!” I groaned, my hands coming up to cover my face.

“Sorry, kid,” he said again.

“Life goes on, y’know,” I said, repeating the words I had told Ash.

“That it does,” Dad nodded, “that it does.”

At Ash’s, I quickly disappeared down the hall while all the dads took over the living room. “Hey, Ash,” I said, walking into his room, finding him shirtless on his bed. “Um…” I started before dropping my gaze. Shirtless Ash was not a new sight, but given how we’d been towards each other recently, I felt like I had interrupted something I shouldn’t have. “You gonna… um…?”

His eyes went wide with realization. “Shit, sorry,” he made a mad scramble to throw a shirt on. “I forgot. My bad. What’s up?” he asked, pushing past the slightly awkward encounter as he retook his seat on his bed.

“How do you forget something like that?” I asked, sitting down next to him.

“Uh… Kay was over and I…” His hand pushed through his hair and gave a sheepish grin.

“Oh,” I said, not needing to know the details of whatever he and Kayla had been doing. Then, “Uh, you guys didn’t…” I motioned towards where we were sitting.

“No. No! We just made out. Swear.”

“Cool,” I said, feeling slightly more at ease. I don’t know how I would have felt if he had answered differently. I didn’t even want to think about that. “Uh, so I figured we could do this one,” I told him, showing him the song on my phone.

“Oh, yeah! That’s actually one of Kay’s favorites. I was teaching myself how to play it to surprise her.”

My stomach twisted itself at his words. I swallowed and moved past the feeling. “Oh, sweet. Yeah, I figured the original version is already slow enough that doing it acoustically won’t sound weird, y’know?”

“Yeah, like the one we’re doing with Lu and Si would be hella weird.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, laughing.

He moved to sit on his drum box while I got my guitar out. “Ready when you are,” he said. I hit play on my phone and we clumsily played along, both us singing.

We ran through it a few times, beginning to take turns singing the verses and coming together in the chorus, each run through sounding less awkward than the one before. “That’s it!” I cheered after our tenth run through. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, smiling wide. “That was it!”

“Fuck yeah!” Ash cheered with me. “I think I’ll be singing this song in my sleep.”

“Yeah, the lyrics are always the quickest part for me to learn,” I said, stretching my fingers. “Videogames?” I asked, nodding my head at his game system.

“Hell yeah.” He grabbed two controllers and moved to sit next to me on the bed. “Oh shit, I’m starving,” he said, handing me one of the controllers.

“Yeah, I haven’t eaten either,” I realized, the hunger hitting me all at once.

“There’s pizza in the kitchen,” he told me.

“Not if I get to it before you do,” I grinned, shoving him before racing out of his room.

“Oh, that’s cheating!” he shouted as he ran after me.

I came skidding to a stop in the kitchen in front of the pizza boxes. I knew one of them held a full pizza meant just for Ash and me. The challenge was picking the right one before Ash. We both stared at the boxes, then grabbed one, flipping the lids open. “Yes!” I cheered, revealing a full pizza.

“Shit!” Ash groaned at his loss.

“Sucks to suck, nerd,” I taunted, deeply inhaling the smell of pizza and victory.

His eyes narrowed as he lunged after me and I screamed before running away from him.

“Uh, guys…” Ash’s dad interrupted after Ash chased me into the living room and cornered me behind the couch.

We both glanced over at the dining room table where all the dads were staring at us. “Sorry, Mark. Yeah, sorry, Dad,” we both said before quietly making our way back to Ash’s room.

“I didn’t know Ashton had a girlfriend,” one of the dads muttered and both mine and Ash’s ears turned red.

“Oh, they’re just friends,” both mine and his dad answered.

“Well, that was awkward,” Ash muttered, closing his bedroom door before erupting into nervous giggles.

His laugh in general was contagious, but his nervous one was both cute and contagious. I giggled with him. Then, “Do people really think that? That’s we’re… y’know.”

“I dunno. I mean, Kay thought I had a thing for you which is why she’s been so clingy. But we got over that the other day.”

“Yeah, when I had lunch with Cal yesterday one of his friends thought I was with you. It’s not that uncommon to be friends with someone of the opposite gender, is it?”

“No, of course not,” Ash said, taking the box from me and grabbing a slice. “I think people think it’s weird because we’re best friends,” he said, while chewing through his bite.

“But, how is that weird?” I asked, taking my own piece and biting into it.

He shrugged. “I dunno. I guess most people just kinda assume it’s what happens when you’re friends at our age. I mean, it happened to Lu and Si.”

“Yeah, but that’s different. They were never best friends like you and I are. They’ve always been more friends by association, y’know. Like they only ever hung out with each other because of us. They never hung out by themselves like we have. Well, they do now, but y’know.”

He shrugged again, “Yeah, beats me. That’d be weird though, wouldn’t it? Us actually dating.”

It was my turn to shrug. “I dunno. It wouldn’t be much different than it is now, would it?”

He nodded, thinking it over, “Yeah, I guess not, huh? Well, we’ll never know now that you got that date with Hood.”

“Oh, shut up. You starting dating Kayla before Cal starting being interested in me.”

“Aw, jealous?” he teased.

“You’re the one who tried to kiss me, remember?”

“So, videogames?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Definitely,” I agreed, grateful to stop our current course of conversation. His words had left an uneasy feeling in my stomach. Would we really never know if we were meant to be more than best friends?

Friday, after Anatomy, Calum came up to my desk while I packed up my bag. “Hey, so I’ll pick you up around 7?”

“7’s fine.”

At home, I tried to focus on anything but my impending date with Calum. However, my mind was too hyped up to let me relax, so after a half hour or so of staring at my ceiling with racing thoughts, I headed to the garage. 

I stayed there, lost in what I was playing, until the alarm I set for myself jarred me back into reality.

After a shower, I stared at my closet wondering what in the world I was going to wear. While I was still under the assumption we’d probably catch a movie or something, I wasn’t actually sure what we would end up doing. I didn’t want to wear jeans and a t-shirt for him to show up in a suit. But I also didn’t want to get all dressed up myself on the chance he showed up in jeans and t-shirt himself. I finally settled on a darker pair of jeans and a blouse that I usually saved for school pictures. Nice, but still functionable.

In the bathroom, I did my hair and makeup the way I normally did them but made sure to touch up my nail polish, telling myself it was stupid to stress about how I looked. He asked me out because he liked me, not because of the clothes I wore or the way I did my hair and makeup. Right? Just in case, I left my hat on my dresser.

The last thing on my list required me to cross the hall and knock on Mike’s door. “Busy!” Mike’s voice yelled through the door.

“Shut up, I need to borrow your girlfriend!” I yelled back.

There was movement inside the room and mumbled complaints before the door opened. “He- Oh! You look great! Is this for your date?” Crystal asked.

“Too much or not enough?” I asked.

“Just right,” she told me. “Doesn’t she look good, Mikey?”

“She’s my sister…” Mike answered.

“Boys…” she sighed with a roll of her eyes.

“Boy?” Mike asked indignantly. He crossed his room and wrapped his arms around her.

“Yes,” she taunted.

Mike’s eyes grew dark and Crystal put her hands on her hips, holding his gaze. Mike’s head turned towards me, “You’re gonna need to leave now.”

“Way ahead of you,” I said, turning heel and making my way downstairs.

“Well, don’t you look nice,” my mother commented as I sat down on the couch.

“You two can go and do whatever it is you were gonna do. You don’t have to wait with me.”

“And miss out on meeting this date of yours? Not a chance, kiddo,” my dad said.

“Oh, please don’t make a thing of this. You didn’t with Mike.” I was hoping by pulling the double-standard card they’d get up and leave before Calum showed up.

“We still met Crystal, so we’re expecting to meet Calum,” my dad told me, seeing past my trick.

I narrowed my eyes. “Fine,” I conceded. We sat in awkward silence until the doorbell rang. I quickly jumped up from my seat to answer the door before my parents.

“Hey!” Calum greeted. “Ready for our date?”

“Ready,” I told him, breathing a sigh of relief that he was also wearing jeans with a nice shirt.

“Oh, before I forget, here’s your chocolate.” He produced a chocolate bar from the pocket of his shirt. “I wasn’t sure what kind you liked so I decided to go small just in case you hate it,” he continued as he pressed the chocolate into my hand.

I tucked it into my purse, smiling. “It’s perfect, thank you. Now, we should get out of here before my-”

“You must be Calum!” my mother chirped behind us.

I suppressed an eye roll. “Cal, these are my parents. Parents, this is Cal,” I introduced.

“Is that your car?” my dad asked, looking past us to the Jeep parked at the curb.

“Yes, sir,” Calum said politely.

I looked over my shoulder at my parents. “You done embarrassing me, now?”

“Never,” my dad smiled at me. “Have fun, don’t be out too late, okay?”

“Thanks,” I answered back through gritted teeth. “C’mon,” I said to Calum, walking past him to his car.

“It was nice meeting you Mr. and Mrs. Clifford,” Calum said before following me.

I didn’t need to look back to know my mom had that “Hmm, polite boy,” smile on her face. It was the same smile she had when she first met Ash.

“Sorry about that,” I apologized, once we got to his Jeep.

“Don’t worry about it,” Calum laughed, getting the door for me.

“I’ll try not to be too torn up about it,” I joked sarcastically. “So, where are we going?”

“Well,” he said, getting in on the driver’s side and starting up the car. “I put some serious thought into this. I figured the movie and dinner bit was overdone. Plus, what if you didn’t like the movie I picked? So, I thought we’d do something a little more adventurous.”

“Which is?”

“You’ll see,” he winked at me.

[hu-meow]

Gentleman Jack 1x02

Episdode 2! Episode. Whatever. It's like the opposite of episode 1, with loooots of Ann(e)s scenes! So, let's get into it, shall we? I mostly skip [over] the side stories, by the way lol...

1) Can I just say how fucking adorkable Miss Ann Walker is when Anne Lister shows up? (don't forget the little nod of the silent 'thank you james') She's nervous, excited, hides a damn newspaper behind the cushion! (which Anne finds later and I just find it hilarious). And then when Ann can barely say "give birth" like it's something dirty and horrible...TOO PRECIOUS. The only thing I love more than Nervous Ann is Hot Mess Ann (but that's not until later. heh.) And, there were two lip licks in the first ten minutes! (07:42 and 08:28)

2) Anne is pretty passionate about science and anatomy when she's explaining it all to Ann, who's literally just soaking it all in, but what got me thinking, is when Anne talks about the brain. She says it's her favorite, how complex it is and all. So I wonder, does Anne find Ann's mental health conditions well, not exactly a challenge, but you know. I suppose intriguing? Obviously she cares about her and wants Ann to get better, but I can't help but think, on some level, Anne was quite curious about Ann's mind in all aspects, and wanted to be there first hand for it all. I'm probably not explaining this very well, as I've went over it time and time again in my head, but hopefully ya'll get the gist of what I'm trying to say about it. And it's nothing negative, to be clear. So, likewise, I think Ann really opened up with Anne, and nearly immediately. As I said in the last post, Ann barely spoke in episode 1, but in this episode, she almost doesn't stop. I love it, and the chemistry between the two women (Suranne and Sophie) is phenomenal. Don't think we could have asked for better.

3) "What do you think Henry?" "Are you a man?" "I'm a lady woman." LOL fuckin kids man. Innocent and pure, and say it how it is. I don't have kids, but I do have nieces and nephews, and they just always crack me up. And they hear EVERYTHING. Henry wasn't talking, at all, and yet when Anne talks to him, he literally repeats everything Thomas Sowden had told him about the little wooden solider. It's a small scene, but I love it, as Anne doesn't interact with kids much throughout the season, but when shes does, she's usually pretty sweet with them. (Though she had just saw the other little guy and his father mistook the "is this yours" for the boy instead of the cart LOL) Also, can we see Anne sword fight in season 2?? For. Reasons??

4) "It is an old farm." (cow moos) LMAO that was just brilliant. Fuckin Marian. She even does a 4th wall break, she has a couple. Though hers are always "ffs, Anne." LOL But that "shed" Anne wants built, that is the same one she takes Ann to next episode, is it not? How da faq that get built so fast?? I mean, granted, it's probably been, maybe two months? Maybe?? So I don't know. The show is very loose with the timeline, well time flow? Random thought.

5) HOLY. FUCK. THE FUCKING. PAPER. FUCKING. KNIFE. Okay, it's not that exciting at first glance, but okay. Imma try to work this out without getting too crazy. SO. First couple times I watched this, I thought for sure, Anne totally broke it on accident. She is in her feels, Ann is about to take off (without her permission, da faq, right?) And Anne has a very strict, exact way she's courting Ann. Anne fidgets with her hands when she's upset (all encompassing word here), so it fell to reason the paper knife was just a product of all that. @/iredreamer had an ask that pretty much covered all that and I very much agreed; accident. HOWEVER. I just recently read another ask by @/thought-i-to-myself and she said hell no, totally a calculated incident. I thought, no, no way. All about the feels. And then I just watched the scene. I STAND CORRECTED. COMPLETELY CALCULATED. But, I don't think Anne meant to actually cut herself. But wow. Anne has game that is now a lost art. Okay, well, probably a bit Sally too, but you know. Damn. It was so good. Anne knows just how to say the right thing, or not enough or push just enough. It's truly amazing how fucking cool this chick is. And Ann eats it up like she's been starved her whole life. (which, I mean, is pretty accurate?) The scene leaves and then comes back, and that's when Anne really kicks it up a notch with the "have you ever kissed anyone" and damn. Poor Ann. She's in so deep and she doesn't even know it. And I think she was already there but again, didn't know it. She is totally "a little bit in love" with Ann, but can't understand the feelings. Well, les-b-honest, she's a LOT in love with Anne LOL. And then, good ol Anne, back peddles on the situation so it gives Ann time to process. And as Ann is looking out the window, smiling like a fucking adorkable fool, holding the bloody handkerchief, I s2g, it almost feels like Ann had a plan to pull Anne into her. Maybe it's just me, but either way, Ann is smug and satisfied asf. (there's a lip lick in one of those scenes, too)

6) Catherine Rawson and her "people" LOL Ann is so determined to know who these "people" are and she gets so damn defensive! (also, another lip lick, of course, because she's thinking about Anne). You stick up for bae, Ann!

7) LOL Anne giving the run down of the upper coal bed! I hate math but that was fantastic. Christopher Rawson is such a little bitch, making his brother Jeramiah do all the dirty work. And he doesn't even want to! But he can't go against his brother. Again, such a little bitch. But I do love his little dog lol Willy? Wally? I can't remember.

8) Blue dress! Again, I think it's the same one. I swear Ann only wears like, the same three dresses in the span of two years. But that's okay. She looks fantastic. I'm not complaining. And okay. so then Anne gives Ann the little gold gondola. It's so tender, and Ann is literally looking at Anne's lips like, the ENTIRE time. Bitch. Be. Thirsty. But, more of that later. She has so many feels and she doesn't even understand them. I can't love her enough, I swear. AND THEN. She lays those wonderful words of wisdom on Anne, and I shit you not, Anne looked like he was about to POUNCE. I honestly don't think Anne was expecting Ann to be nearly as interesting as she turns out to be. Which is why I think Anne falls so hard for Ann. Not just a pretty face, after all. ;)

9) Thomas, Anne's footman, lmao that boy. I swear every time he's called, he's having to fix his attire and he's nearly falling into the doorway. Bless that mess of a boy. He tries, but he's a long ways from becoming Thank-you-James.

10) I love the hat Anne wears to Vere's wedding. Same one she wears when she meets the Queen of Denmark? Unsure. Anyone know? Also, it got me thinking, I'm sure most people in this time, especially the wealthy, had their clothes made for him, yes? Anne's definitely would have had to have been custom made, right? And who dressed her before Eugenie? Wait, Elizabeth, right? But what about Ann? You only ever see Thank-you-James and the carriage driver (Name??) but does she not have a servant to help her dress? She's just unimportant? Hm. More random things I've (over) thought of.

11) Why no Lake District scenes??? That's more into episode 3, but still.. WHY?? Ugh why couldn't this season have 10 episodes instead of only 8. Boo.

RIGHT THEN. Thanks again for sticking around this overly long post of my ramblings. Okay wow this was stupid long. I truly apologize and I'll try to keep it shorter next time.

Counts:

*Anne's 4th wall breaks (ep): 5

**Total: 8

*Ann's lip licks (ep): 5

(07:42; 08:28; 30:36; 40:50; 49:35)

**Total: 6

(Bonus: 3 lip bitings from Ann...hnng)

[trueishcolours]

My siblings and I accidentally write a Ron/Victor Krum 4th year fix it fic in the group chat

Isabel: guyS

Rewatching goblet of fire

And I have to say

How amazing would it have if

It was a LOT less gendered

And also

If Ron and Krum had got together instead of Krum and Hermione

Thomas: Oh yeah there's so much Gender  

Isabel Ron already basically has a crush on Krum

Would have been great  

Thomas: idk, he's more jealous of him in my opinion  

Isabel: Nah

He has the action figure

He says he's an artist

It's definitely there

Thomas: Tru 

Clare: I mean on a superficial level I liked the Hermione/Krum part because it made me relate that a girl who is usually uninterested in 'feminine' things might still have some anxieties and take some interest now and again, and 'this super hot guy will like You, the Nerd' is standard wish fulfilment, but honestly I could take it or leave it. A grumpy feminist could equally well read it as 'EVEN smort girls like Hermione want to be feminine REALLY uwu'

And that would be a boring analysis but the whole feminine versus not argument is boring and not what we're here for

Anyway

The Krum drama kicks off the Romione subplot and honestly I hate Romione as a ship, to me it feels forced from beginning to end

But Ron/Krum would tie in really nicely to the whole character arc for Ron that JKR started in the first book and then forgot about where he evolves into an amazing intelligent badass without noticing it

Picture: He is dooting along, vaguely bummed because he's nothing special compared to his older bros, then in book four he realises wait he DOES stand out from others because he's gay/bi/whatever but he's not sure he WANTS that because standing out for being a minority is a fucking hassle but by the seventh book he is war hero, chess master and gay icon and vaguely confused about it

Hell, you could even have Hermione go to the ball with Krum, get her girly character development in and have Ron freak out and both of them /assume/ it's about her when it's not

It would just

Be better Thomas: Queer theory saves the day once again

Clare: :D  

Isabel: JUST BASICALLY RON, ALL THE TIME, WITH A BETTER CHARACTER ARC

Thomas: I love this  

Isabel: Honestly decades later I am still just so salty about Ron's lack of development, hell, anti development. I just want everything for him

Clare: Like, not to make it automatically angsty just because it's gay but Ron being Not Straight ties in so well with his typical theme of qualities that he think make him less than Textbook Perfect actually being his great strengths (I read a great analysis that Ron actually achieves all his brothers' goals without trying or noticing)

Ron just utterly stalls as a character in the books

And Harry is a shitty friend to him by the end

She kind of pulled it back with his deathly hallows arc but it was bungled and could have come across as just bashing him

Isabel: HE IS. Ron is so taken for granted.

Clare: God, Ron is SO much less of a dick if his yelling at Hermione in book four is coming out of Sudden Repressed Realisation, not just 'woman I like is doing something I don't like'

Isabel: I watched film 4 last night and just everyone??? Is so horrible to each other??? All the time??? I swear in the books it's so much better handled

Other reasons why bi/gay Ron headcanon is important: - most masculine of the trio/ has a million big brothers so dealing with toxic masculinity/ bucking queer stereotypes in there too - an extra 'fuck you' to the whole pure blood thing which I reckon is really homophobic as it means your bloodline won't get continued or some shit - Krum coaching Ron on Keeping in bad English. Tell me it's not cute. - Ron's a linguist (he learnt parselmouth on like 2 listens)!! Tell me he wouldn't learn Bulgarian?! - just, chaotic bilingual Quidditch talk, all the time, forever?!

Clare: UM your pidgin Quiddich is now my new fave headcanon forever????? You're SO RIGHT Ron is smart, he's just not academic. He would DEFINITELY pick up a language fast if he was using it to talk to his boyfriend/about quiddich

Isabel: EXACTLY

Clare: Plus all the stuff you said about toxic masculinity and purebloodism.

MAKE THE SUBTEXT TEXTUAL, YOU COWARDS

Isabel: #giveRonaBoyfriend2k18

Also not around for the lowkey weirdness of Ron and Harry dating CANONICALLY IDENTICAL AND BORING non white girls to the Yule Ball

I know that you can overdo all this stuff but seriously the fuck

Clare: It is a bit odd and icky   

Isabel: Ok so this is what happens

Krum asks Hermione to the Yule Ball and it's like she gets her cute moment with him

But then instead of spending the whole evening being a whiny bish Ron shows un-JKR-characterisation-characteristic maturity and puts a brave face on it and talks to them both

He's upset but doesn't full on ruin their evenings

And then Hermione after the ball, (gradually realising with slight horror that she and Krum actually have literally nothing in common) kind of keeps... asking... Ron to hang out with them

And at first Ron's like lol no way am I third wheeling

But then the temptation to hang out with his literal idol becomes too strong

And he and Krum start hanging out independently of Hermione

(who's probably in the lib helping Harry study for the second task at this point anyway)

The weather is still too cold for Quidditch

Ron thinks

But somehow Ron ends up playing anyway

IN THE SNOW

WITH VICTOR

HE'S GETTING COACHED BY AN ACTUAL WORLD CUP FINAL SNITCH CATCHING PLAYER AND HE IS NOT CHILL

Clare: Hoooooly fuck this is perfect

(except he actually is because it's like -10 and snowing what the fuck Krum) Ron putting his big boy panties on and dealing during the ball, leading to him actually having an in with Krum via Hermione

I love the dynamic of Hermione just...awkwardly asking her friends to hang with them...just to break the silence...

Isabel: YEAH EXACTLY

And then them all actually having a nice evening

Clare: I mean the point of Krum with her was to get that 'YASSSS I'm dating a hot guy!' moment WHILE ALSO showing how easily it fizzles, so nothing needs to change there

Hermione could even do her 'ugh, quiddich and BOYS' routine

Isabel: Awkward because of course it is awkward what is a teenage party without angst but also, fun

yeah exactly! the slow dawning that fuuuuck, I've just brought another stupid quidditch boi into my life oh god why

Clare: Ron still knows more about the history of the game and all the technical terms than Harry so has more to talk to Krum about

Isabel: And then you know Ron and Krum stumble back into the castle with Ron wearing Krum's hat à la Chad and Ryan, and Skeeter doesn't bat an eyelid because it doesn't fit her trashy narrative

Clare: RIGHT I've got to sleep I'm getting a cold but I love this

Isabel: ok go sleep

OK ONE MORE POINT

we almost certainly get the insanely awkward 'think you're in luurve Ron' or 'lol if you love Krum so much you should date him not Hermione'! moment from either Fred or George or maybe Ginny

And there's just a kind of... missing step moment

Clare: I think all of them would do that

I mean they're pretty mean to Ron anyway, especially about love

Isabel: Exactly they're all horrible but MAYBE this would teach them!!

Clare: Exactly! It would rip the rug out from under them and they'd be like wait shit

Isabel: We are actually mean to Ron... a lot

Clare: Especially because in this timeline Ron still gets the hassle from his sibs but unlike in the main timeline where he is just butt monkey forever he has the trump card that he's got a boyfriend who's a world famous quiddich player

Like, if you're Fred, George, Ginny or even Molly you can't really come back from that reveal. Ron wins.

Isabel: Krum actually being a laser focussed guy who gives people he cares about 300% of his attention

And middle child syndrome attention starved Ron just soaks it up like a blooming Icelandic kid under a sunlamp

Ron win evertiem

Clare: Yeahhhhhh. Being a prodigy who's trained from such a young age he's got to nail that work life balance and it's like 90% work 10% life but that life is INTENSE, he's seen too many people lose their relationships because they won't switch off their metaphorical phones during dates, he gets one (1) month a year and about three (3) important people and when it is Person Time it is PERSON TIME

Right bed for eal I'm dying

Isabel: BED FOR EEL

UGH ALL I WANT IN MY LIFE IS THE 50K+ SLOW BURN QUEER 4TH YEAR REWRITE

BUT I LEGIT DON'T HAVE TIME TO WRITE IT AND I DON'T TRUST MYSELF TO GET RON POV RIGHT ANYWAY

Clare: Bebs I wish you could write it

The raw chemistry my goodness

I ship it now

Is there going to be 'you are treating me like an idol not a real person please stop' angst at any point?

Isabel: OF COURSE THERE IS

Clare: Also Krum is like 'I knew I could trust you because you are bffs with Harry Potter and you treat him like he's totally normal you must be so mature and cool he is so so lucky to have a friend like you

Or well, Krum insecurity that people only like him because of his celeb status anyway

Which is probably why he went for Hermione in the first place because she didn't give a shit

'WOULD WE EVEN BE TOGETHER IN THE FIRST PLACE IF IT WASN'T FOR QUODDICH?'

'... I love you.'

'Bro I wouldn't care if you were the worst player in the world as long as we both are fans of the sport together.'

'Bro.'

Isabel: BRUH

Also can I just ask...?

What happens in the second task??!!?

It's already messed up enough under that lake, love triangles all over the place

This would just be the final straw that resulted in everyone just shrugging and teaming up

Clare: Holy shit

Krum just doots along, takes Ron and goes

Harry's like...wait what...OK...um I guess Hermione and Ron are equally important to me so I'll just take her kk

Isabel: Krum and Ron appearing on the surface of the lake like 'fuck'

The most dramatic declaration of intent ever

Turning yourself into a shark and rescuing them from the bottom of a lake

Clare: Everybody in the stands is SHOOK

Dumbledore like dang I did not predict this

With their hair soaking wet they are both at maximum hot

Isabel: Rita Skeeter's quill combusts

Clare: Krum doesn't point her out as a beetle in Hermione’s hair he's too busy with Ron

Isabel: Yeah she's like where is my gossip at??? Nothing is happening over in Hermione's hair

But yeah I feel like Dumbledore would be like, oh darn, looks like I'm gonna have to show queer solidarity with Ronald Weasely or something

KRUM AT THE BURROW VERY SERIOUSLY COMPLIMENTING MOLLY ON HER FOOD AND ASKING FOR BRITISH RECIPES AND WINNING HER OVER IN A TRICE

Clare: Would Krum charm Molly straight away though? He's very surly and shy and, in the books, not very handsome. Wouldn't Molly start out yikes who is this quiddich yob my son has taken up with?

Ginny on the other hand. Comes out as bi a couple of years later, tells Ron she only started to realise thanks to his example, apologises for being a dick about his love life

Isabel: Yeah I guess actually

I think Molly can get fierce

Clare: She's probably got a bit of pure blood/homophobic anxiety that she cloaks as objections about THIS PARTICULAR boy

Isabel: Either she loves you and adopts you right away or she is like /pulling shotgun down from the shelf/

EXACTLY

She's like

Blaming herself, oh I should have paid more attention and NOW look what's happened

Poor Ronald, always neglected

And Ron's like... mum... this is great

I am happy

Is not problem

Clare: Ron is like I AM NOT DOING THIS FOR ATTENTION JESUS CHRIST

I mean he's probably enjoying having the attention of a quiddich super star and I bet he'd even enjoy the celebrity status of The Boyfriend a bit (best friends get sidelined but romantic partners are news) but he's not doing it FOR attention

Isabel: Yeah, and I think the suggestion that he is would just make him so mad

First confused and then mad

Oh the ANGST

Clare: Especially since that's Krums biggest anxiety

Isabel: Mr Weasely would be chill. I feel like in this whole equation he is the chillest

Clare: What would Percy say? Would social climbing or doing the done thing win out?

Also the attention thing is a way for parents to make their child's relationship all about them. Oh you want me to LOVE you more! No mum I'm growing away from you this is normal

I think Ron would get jealous around Bill and Charlie because they'd swing in all oh our brother is rebellious and has a cool boyfriend? Well we are cool rebels also welcome to the family Victor

Isabel: Yeah... I think Percy is probably pretending to be chill with it and being a bit smarmy to Krum then says something awkward and homophobic and it's worse than if he'd just said it straight up

Clare: I think a lot of Liberal but still pure blood families would take the line of, 'it's fine that you're gay...because you're the sixth son so your blood line isn't in danger and making a socially advantageous match is probably more important for you anyway! And Ron is like Y I K E S

Isabel: Yeah exactly, well I suppose you have enough sons Molly amirite

What do we think about the Krum family?

Are they just happy that their son is forming human relationships

Clare: Hmm. How do they feel about celebrity? Do they think Ron is Not Good Enough or are they actually quite a normal family and are glad Krum has an ordinary guy to keep him grounded?

Isabel: I kind of don't want Ron to have to deal with random Bulgarian disapproval

I think maybe a quite normal family who had a kid who was a genius and has been at boarding school/ travelling for years and years

Maybe Krum already came out to them so that drama is in the past

Clare: Yeah and when he brings Ron home for dinner they're just delighted that Krum is home at all and that he's happy

Yeah maybe he did

He's probably had a lot of time to introspect because of his image and maybe he's an only child?

Isabel: And Ron speaks accented but ok Bulgarian by this point and they're like !!!

Clare: I think one aspect of the large family thing that WOULD affect Ron is its just that much harder to have a private word with your parents so confiding about yourself, especially when you're not 100% sure, just isn't part of the family culture

And there's no time for introspection when you're jockeying for position with six siblings

So Krum is out to his parents while Ron isn't even out to himself

Plus Krums just that bit older

Isabel: No, when you ask for a word it's all 'yes Ron' a bit exasperated

Clare: Krum’s family are just delighted that Ron speaks Bulgarian and is a normal guy who likes their son for himself

Isabel: Maybe they have some kind of cool engineery job and Ron goes out the back and is like well my dad likes cars I will try and help

Uses his mathsy chessy knowledge

Clare: Re. Homophobia I think it is important that it's not all YOU'RE GOING TO HELL like the Muggle brand but instead is very focused on producing pure blood children. Also with the smallness of the pure blood community I bet there's a lot of, not official arranged marriage, but kind of assumed marriage, like in Pride and Prejudice or what may have happened with Prince William and Kate, like, there's three girls your age who your family's on speaking terms with who aren't your first cousins and it'll massively throw off everybody's plans if you don't marry one of them

Yes Ron helping with engineering

Isabel: Headcanon of the Krums as magical engineers with a side passion for quidditch

Clare: I bet he picks up arithmancy that way. Can't learn it in the classroom, can learn it in the garage. And he comes home from the holiday able to actually help his dad with the car and thenceforth Mr Weasley is on board

Isabel: Yeah exactly... they're a bit 'sigh ok this means you're not gonna marry bertha from the bakery but hell at least it's not a veela'

Clare: Also wizarding society is inherently conservative, they haven't even updated their writing system, so anybody doing anything different is looked askance at unless they can play themselves as a genius eccentric like Dumbledore

Isabel: So yeah then Ron turns out to be WHOLESOME af and Krum’s family are like... ok fine. this is fine. In fact yay!

Ok I have to go do some work but this has been almost as good as having the fic itself

Clare: Maybe I'll put a summary on my tumblr and see if anybody wants to adopt it

[classic-rock-roller]

1. You’re in the Game Grumps studio and Bonham and Danny are singing a song together while you and Arin are reviewing the power hour in post. At one point Danny takes it up a few notes to try to harmonize. It sounds nice for a second, but then it sounds terrible. “Dammit Dan, I lost the note cause you tried to harmonize.” How does he respond and what do you and Arin say?

Dan: you should have kept it. Stick your finger in your ear. 

Arin: It sounded good for a second. 

Me: I can’t harmonize for shit. 

2. You’re in the car with Bonham and Arin and Danny on your way to get lunch. When you get to where you’re going, Bonham tries to get out of the back of the car, but her foot gets stuck between the seat and the door, and she falls out of the car and lands on her side. The three of you just watched it happen, but she springs up immediately, “That was fun, let’s go.” How do the three of you respond?

Me: Are you ok?

Dan: You’re something else.

Arin: Let’s not so that again 

3. You and Danny are talking in the Game Grumps studio one day, and Arin and Bonham are nowhere to be found. You’re having a nice time. Ross comes up to you at one point and says, “You guys should come see this, it’s crazy.” You and Danny follow him, and find Arin and Bonham taste testing weird shit that Matt and Ryan (Supermega, fellow Game Grumps) are mixing. How’s it going when you arrive? What are Matt and Ryan giving them? What do they all say when you and Danny arrive?

They’re gagging and Matt and Ryan are making different cocktails out of things like escargot, caviar, and calamari. They look at us and Matt and Ryan are like, “Wanna join?” While Bons and Arin scream, “DON’T!” 

4. You and your band are finally finished with a late night concert and meet and greet. Danny, Arin, Suzy, and Ross were there, and when you see them, Ross says, “Geez guys, you look like hell.” “Yeah, you look like something they serve at 2:30 in the morning at IHOP.” Danny says after hugging Bonham. How do you and Bonham respond, and what do the Grumps say in response?

He goes to hug me and after I’ve been hugging him for a bit he goes to move when Kevin goes, “Don’t move. She fell asleep.” 

Danny: Jesus she must have been tired. 

Suzy: Aww, she looks so sweet sleeping on your shoulder. 

Arin: Besides the fact that she’s drooling a bit. 

Bons: We’re all exhausted. She usually passes out on the tour bus about this time. 

5. Bonham is doing Danny’s makeup for the NSP one-night-only performance on a talk show. They’re in the room next to yours and at one point you hear her yell, “Dammit, just fucking hold still!” You go see what’s happening, and Danny is having none of the makeup thing. “It’s tickling my face!” How do they respond to you coming in, and does he ever get his makeup on?

Danny looks over to me and goes, “How can you do this on a daily basis for your concerts? Jesus.” 

Bons: Stop looking over at BabyCarrot and look at me.

He finally does get his makeup on. 

6. You’re eating lunch with the Grumps and Bonham one day, and out of nowhere Danny says, “Want to see a dumb trick?” “Sure,” Bonham says. He then proceeds to put a small piece of bread in his mouth, spit it into the air, and catch it in his mouth. “Ta da,” he says through his full mouth. How do you, Bonham, and Arin respond?

Me: You're a human canon!

Bons: That’s awesome!

Arin: No it’s not it’s gross. 

7. Danny is speculating on ideas for the next NSP album and he says, “It would be neat to use a melodica, but we don’t have one.” Instantly, Bonham says, “I have one.” Instead of gratitude, his initial response is, “Why do you have a melodica?” “If you need weird instruments, I’m your guy.” How do you and Danny respond?

Me: Where do you think we get all those awesome instruments for our albums?  

Danny: Awesome! I may have to hit you up for some. 

8. Bonham is in the studio working on her solo cover album, and one day you and Danny and Arin decide to surprise her by bringing her lunch. When you get there, you find her lying on the floor with her eyes closed and The Last Unicorn playing and she’s singing along. The song ends and she still hasn’t noticed that you’re there. Danny says, “You were singing my song.” She jumps a little and says, “When did you guys get here?” How do the three of you respond?

Me: We brought you lunch. We’ve been here for a majority of the song. 

Danny: You like it that much?

Arin: Why are you on the floor? 

9. You’re eating lunch with Bonham and Arin and Danny, and at one point Danny asks, “Hey Bonham, have you ever been in bed with somebody and called them the wrong name?” She’s taken off guard, and says, “Wha–no? How would that even work? Just like, ‘unh, Batman, take me…’ What even, man?” This for some reason makes him laugh uncontrollably. How do you and Arin respond and what does Danny say when he’s done laughing?

Me: I almost called Kevin Nikki once but caught myself before I did. 

Arin: How did that go over?

Danny: Batman? Seriously that’s the best name you could have used as an example. 

10. Danny and Arin discovered your band’s song “through the ages”, where each member of your band was dressed as a different stage of life (Sean was the baby, Bonham was the kid, Linus was the teenager, you were the adult, and Erik was the old man. I can’t find it looking back but I think you know the one). They’re admiring the different looks, but in the scene when Bonham and Sean are playing they start losing their shit. “What’s so funny?” you ask. Arin says, “She pretends to be so fuckin serious all the time but then this…” He trails off laughing and Dan says, “The emotions I feel inside from the cuteness is unbearable.” How do you respond, and what does Bonham say?

Me: Yep, Bons is a big cutie-pie. She’s always been since we first met and I love her for it. 

Bons: I AM NOT! I am serious and I can punch you if you wrong me. 

I come up behind her and hug her from behind, “You’re a Cutie-Pie!” Danny runs up and hugs her screaming, “Cuddle puddle!!” and then Arin joins in. 

11. Arin learned that Bonham likes guitar hero so he and Dan come to you two one day and suggests that you and her join them on guest grumps to play it. “We’re all musicians so it’ll be fun.” How do the two of you respond, and do you do it? If you do, how does it go?

Me: We can but be prepared to have your asses beat. 

Bons: Hell yeah! 

It goes well and of course Bonham beats all our asses. 

____________________

1) Your singer never hugs anyone unless he is really close to them or really likes them. One day, while you’re about to start a Power Hour, she comes up and hugs Danny from behind, “Hi, Danny.” Arin goes, “What the fuck? Where’s my hug?” Your singer looks under Danny’s arm (because he’s nine inches taller than her), “You don’t deserve a hug yet, Arin. Danny is just very huggable, kind of like Kevin.” How do you, Dan, and Arin respond?

2) You’re working on your album with NSP and your singer really wants to cover Same Old Situation by Mötley Crüe. You’re discussing it with Danny and your band members when Sean pipes up, “What is that song about anyway? I never got it.” How do you, your singer, Danny, Linus, and Erik respond?

3) Nikki and Tommy thought it’d be a great idea to have you and your singer dance as some of the strippers in Crüe’s music video for Girls Girls Girls. While filming parts, Vince or Tommy would either wolf whistle at you and your singer or scream, “Look like you’re having fun up there, dammit!” One time, your singer screams back, “I’m not a fucking stripper. I’d rather be the one placing the dollar bills in the girls’ panties.” How do you, Tommy, Nikki, Vince, and Mick respond?

4) Your singer made you swear to never tell Kevin that she dated Nikki before she dated him. One day, Kevin comes to you with a box and slams it down on the table so hard it makes you jump, “What’s this?” He slides it over to you and you open it to find...compromising pictures of Nikki and your singer when they were drunk on a tour before she met Kevin. How do you respond and what happens once your singer gets home? 

5) Your band has just started and you need to find stage outfits. One day, your band, Randy, Rudy, and Kevin are in the studio when you hear Sean ask, “What the fuck are you wearing?” And you turn around to see your singer in leather pants, thigh-high heeled leather boots, a long leather trench coat, a layered shirt and a black top hat on top of a black wig. “What? I wanted to experiment. Although on the walk here I got quite the looks.” Sean replies, “Yeah, because you look stupid.” How do you, Erik, Linus, Randy, Rudy, and Kevin respond?

6) You, your singer, Kevin, Rudy, and Nikki are all drinking at your singer and Kevin’s house. Dan and Arin are there too but are not drinking. Your singer gets really quiet and goes and stands out on the balcony. This would not be odd except its only 15 out and your singer doesn’t have a jacket. Soon the rest of you come out. You’re the first one to your singer and she goes to you, “What do you think would happen if something happened to me? Would anyone care?” she looks back over the balcony, “At least the criticism would stop.” How do you, Kevin, Rudy, Nikki, Danny, and Arin respond?

7) Your singer is still with Kevin onstage after she kissed him. And Rudy, Carlos, and Frankie are getting annoyed. The crowd keeps screaming, “Kiss your wife again!” And your singer won’t leave the stage. What do you do to get her off the stage?

8) You and Rudy are Mal, Eddie, and Roxanne���s godparents. One day, your singer pulls you and Rudy aside while the kids are playing and goes, “God forbid, if anything happens to Kevin and I. You’ll take care of our babies, right?” You can see the worry and fear behind her eyes as she goes from looking at you to looking at the three of them. How do you and Rudy respond?

9)  Your singer takes you, Rudy, and Kevin with her to her parents’ house to take care of their chicken while they’re on vacation. You, Rudy, and Kevin are upstairs watering the plants when you hear the door open and your singer scream, “No, Hei Hei!” The three of you turn around to see the chicken running up the stairs and your singer chasing after it, “Get back here you fucking chicken!” How do you, Rudy, and Kevin respond? Do you help her catch the chicken?

10) Sean is still being an ass to your singer while in the studio. She’s exhausted from taking care of her kids and one time, she just bursts into tears, “I can’t take this. I’m exhausted. I need sleep but we have to finish this. And Kevin is so great and he takes care of our kids but he’s so busy at work right now and I just...” How do you, Erik, Linus, and Sean respond?

11) You, Kevin, your singer, and your singer’s sister are all sitting on your singer and Kevin’s couch. Your singer is reading and the three of you are watching a movie. At one point, your singer’s sister looks at her and goes, “Can you stop breathing? It’s annoying.” Your singer closes her book and goes, “I’ll just go in my room since my very presence seems to piss you off when you’re already in a piss ass mood.” “Why don’t you disappear? It’ll make my life a hell of a lot easier.” Your singer leaves the room. What do you and Kevin say to her sister?

12) You’re on tour with War Angel and Rudy, Kevin, and Dan and Arin are with you. One day, you’re looking for your singer and Danny comes out to you, Arin, and Kevin and goes, “You have to see this.” He takes you to the back of the bus where you find Rudy and your singer cuddled together sleeping with your singer’s face in Rudy’s neck. How do you, Arin, and Kevin respond and what do your singer and Rudy say when they wake up?

@osbournebemydaddy your turn Bons :)

[new-blog-new-things-blog]

Are you kidding me?! Part 5.

Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2269 Warnings: Swearing? Slow burn af

I woke up just after 5 the next day, deciding to grab a quick shower and actually make an effort today. I don’t know why but I have a feeling today is going to be a good one, putting me instantly in a good mood. Spending extra time on my hair and make-up I look relatively female today, so I decide to dress female as well. Looking through my closet I find my favourite black skater skirt, dark blue off the shoulder top and blue high-top converse. Looking at myself in the mirror I can’t help but feel like something is missing from this outfit. Ah I know, I rummage through my draws trying to remember where I put my black beanie hat yesterday, I find it in my draws and smile.

“J.A.R.V.I.S is anyone else about yet?”

I can barely contain the excited-ness in my voice as I wonder what time we are going to get started today.

“All others are still in their own rooms Miss L/N.”

I look over at the clock, I suppose it is only 6.15am. My stomach starts to rumble, breakfast it is then.

“Okay thanks J.A.R.V.I.S, can you direct me to the kitchen please?”

I follow the lights and head down to the kitchen to make something for breakfast. As I start looking through the cupboards trying to think what I fancy when I suddenly think I should probably make breakfast for everyone. I ask J.A.R.V.I.S what time everyone normally has breakfast, which apparently it’s between half 7 and 8am. Okay looks like I have time to make something up. I decide on a full breakfast considering this kitchen is full to the brim with food.

“J.A.R.V.I.S is it okay to play music in here whilst I cook?”

“Of course Miss, what song would you like on?”

J.A.R.V.I.S replied.

“Can you put on a musicals playlist if you have one please?”

I have always adored musicals, something about bursting into song to describe how you are feeling rather than having to talk just seems perfect to me. Without saying anything El Tango De Roxanne from Moulin Rouge starts playing, I start to sing along as I start cooking enough food for a small army.

Half way through frying up some mushrooms one of my favourite songs come on and I can’t help myself from singing into the spatula, shaking my hips along to the sound of the opening number of Chicago. I am so totally engrossed in the song I don’t realise someone else entering the kitchen, catching me dancing around. As I spin around I catch the sight of Bucky standing in the kitchen doorway watching me, I immediately stop singing, completely embarrassed that I had been caught.

“I am making breakfast, I didn’t mean to wake anyone up or disturb anyone, I just thought it might be nice for everyone you know…” I know I am babbling but I just can’t seem to stop, it has always been that way when I get nervous I babble or I start laughing. Trying and failing to hide a smile Bucky shrugs, making him look younger.

“You didn’t wake me up I’ve been awake for an hour.”

“Oh okay, I’ll just get back to it, I’m nearly done anyway. J.A.R.V.I.S can you let everyone know breakfast will be ready in 10 minutes please?” Turning to avoid Bucky’s gaze I turn the oven down, grab plates and make my way to the table to set it. Bucky is standing in the middle of the room looking relatively awkward, he looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t.

“Do you need any help?”

Bucky said so softly I almost didn’t hear him, turning to look at him I find he is looking at the floor playing with his fingers. I tilt my head and look at him taking in his appearance, he was heart-stoppingly handsome but seeing him right now he looked so tired and I wondered if he was okay, like really okay. I must have been staring because he looked up so we were facing each other and repeated his question.

“Oh sorry no its okay, take a seat ill make some coffee.”

I nearly ran back to kitchen to get away from him, he was far too intense for me to deal with this morning. A pot of coffee in one hand and a pot of tea in the other I made my way back to the table to see others have joined, I put the pots on the table rushing now I had people to feed. By the time I had nearly finished putting all the food out everyone has made their way to the table, putting a plate of sausages and a plate of hash browns down I smiled.

“Hi guys I hope you are hungry, I thought since everyone is training today I would make breakfast.”

I fiddled with the hem of my top, hoping my cooking was up to scratch and taking a seat next to Steve. A chorus of ‘thank you’s’ and ‘its perfects’ sound from around the table.

Breakfast went off without a hitch and Tony let everyone know that we started training at 10am in the computer lab. Since I had sprung breakfast on most of them they left to get changed or to go have a shower, not before warning me not to do the washing up as I had singlehandedly cooked for all of them. I agreed but still cleared everything away and set in neat piles so whoever got stuck with doing had an easier time. As I left the kitchen I almost ran into Bucky, he was pacing near enough in front of the kitchen door.

“Bucky are you okay? Do you need anything?”

I swear to god he looked like I had just caught him doing something embarrassing, without thinking I put my hand on his arm. Bucky didn’t take his eyes off where my hand was, oh god had I over stepped already? I can feel nervous laughter bubbling up, stupid tick this was seriously not the time. A small laugh seems to bring Bucky back out of his head, shaking his head and scratching the back of his neck.

“Sorry, I just came to say thank you for breakfast. I will see you at training.”

With that he spins and walks out of the room, taking the biggest strides I have ever seen, damn does he look good walking away. Stop looking. Why is everyone here so attractive? It’s not fair on me at all. 

I kept myself busy until it was time for training, J.A.R.V.I.S again directed me to the computer lab which was fucking huge! I mean like something you would see in a movie scene, now I wish I had played more attention in class. Wouldn’t say I’m useless at computers but I wouldn’t know how to hack something but I know how to set up WiFi and stuff, which to everyone else would probably mean I am useless at computers.

Looking around the room it seems that Sam, Steve and Bucky were the only ones that hadn’t arrived yet.

“Hey kid we're just waiting on a few more and we will get started, myself and Bruce will be the ones teaching all the tech stuff as you will see later we are the best.”

Tony gestured between their computers as I walked over to them and stood behind them, watching with no clue on what they were typing. Bruce leaned away looking kind of wary of me as I peeked at his screen.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to look over your shoulder that was rude of me.”

I mumbled and stepped back, playing with my fingers and trying to find something else to look at.

“Don’t mind Bruce he just gets nervous around beautiful women.”

Tony winked at Bruce then nudged me, I had to try to keep the laugh from my lips as Bruce started to babble at me.

“No I was just moving so you could see, not that your not- I mean that’s not why I- Tony why are you like this?”

For a moment I contemplated playing along with Tony but the door opened and the three boys walked in.

“Saved by the bell Bruce, if it helps you’re not bad to look at either.”

I winked at him and walked over to Sam not looking back at them but hearing Tony laugh and Bruce mumbling something. I bump my shoulder against Sam and poke Bucky’s stomach as I pass him before standing next to Steve, who looks at Bucky wearily.

“Sorry have I overstepped or something?”

Maybe Steve and Bucky weren’t as open to new people as Sam is. I get it I guess, it’s just they seemed fine earlier with me.

“No, it’s fine, were fine, I'm fine.”

Bucky was the one to nervously reply to me, but avoided eye contact.

“Say fine one more time Bucky and I will believe you.”

I replied, smiling trying to ease the tension I could feel here.

“Fine.”

He finally met my eyes and I could see mischief dancing in them, a smile pulling at the corners his mouth.

“Fine.”

I mimicked, looking away towards the rest of the group, who looked ready to start. Tony called over the four of us, he gestured for me to sit down at a desk in front of the line of computers as everyone else sat down.

“Okay so J.A.R.V.I.S has put together a two tests for us today. The first is to hack through a couple of file and systems, second is to see how good you are at covering your tracks. Me and Bruce are not biased as we don’t what J.A.R.V.I.S has come up with. Okay were ready when you are J.A.R.V.I.S.”

After Stark sat down, he cracked his knuckles.

“Sir I am going to give everyone exactly 1 minute to sort out bests.”

As soon as J.A.R.V.I.S finished talking all bets were placed, no one bet for 1st and 2nd place because they knew that was going to be Bruce and Tony. Most bets were on Natasha or Sam, even some just betting Thor would come last. Tony asked me who I was betting for and I thought for a second.

“Bucky.”

Silence and a very confused look from Bucky.

“Why?”

“Isn’t he like a super soldier who used to do all this crap before?”

“Hmm you’re a clever girl фазовращатель but you still should have bet on me.”

Natasha’s smooth voice responded, she looked like she was about to devour me whole.

“Wait can I swap my answer, she is scarier than Bucky.”

I shoot back at her, hopefully looking more confident then I felt.

“No you can’t.”

A sly smile formed on her beautiful face, god she could probably get anyone to do anything for her, so I looked towards the metal armed man again. “Well it looks like you are stuck with me, don’t let me down soldier.”

Almost the same smile Natasha had given me appeared on Bucky’s face, Jesus he could probably could topple buildings with that face. J.A.R.V.I.S started counting down from 5 and games faces appeared across the board. On J.A.R.V.I.S’ command they all started, rapid mouse movement and loud key strokes. It was so tense, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Tony finished first with Bruce following closely behind him, they both made their way over to me and sat down. About 8 minutes later Natasha stood up, yawned and turned around.

“Suck it Barnes. Looks like you misplaced your faith фазовращатель”

Natasha looked slightly confused when Bucky lent back on his chair giving her a smug smile, also standing and walking towards me. “Oh sorry Nat, were we meant to stand up and make a big deal out of it when we finished? Damn I’m 4 minutes late celebrating then.” “Bullshit Barnes! J.A.R.V.I.S what was his time?”

Natasha barked, unbelieving of Bucky’s revelation.

“Mr Barnes finished 4 minutes ago.”

Honestly I didn’t think he could look any smugger but arrogance almost rolled off him, it was kind of attractive. Okay who was I kidding it was so fucking hot. I have always had a thing for powerful men and at this moment Bucky basically dominated this room.

I was brought out of my thoughts when Bucky sat down in the seat beside me, hand resting over the back of my chair. After a while everyone finished the task, Thor indeed coming last. Tony suggested a quick break before starting the next challenge.

“Guess you didn’t misplace your faith after all кукла.”

I shift in my seat. This is ridiculous, he is ridiculous. I need to get myself together already, I peek at him out of the corner of my eye but he is already looking at me, wicked gleam in his eye.

“I don’t know what that last word means, but it looks like that doesn’t it. Excuse me for a second.”

I stood before he could distract me further, making my way over to Natasha who smiled at me as I made my way over to her.

“What was the word you kept calling me earlier?”

She lent against the table in front of us.

“фазовращатель it means shifter in Russian.”

She explained it like I would know Russian, I wonder if that’s the language Bucky was talking in too. I decide to ask.

“What does kukla mean? Is it Russian? Bucky called me it earlier and I need to know if I need to smack him or not”

Nat raised an eyebrow at me, then looked over to Bucky.

“Yes it is Russian, кукла, it mean doll.”

Oh.

Part 4                                                                                 Part 6

[hollandorks]

Hotlanta

Chapter 2

Summary: A fun night in Atlanta forces the reader into a fake relationship with celebrity Tom Holland in order to save both of their careers.

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction, entirely made up by me for me. I don’t necessarily condone the behavior in this fic, nor do I actually know Tom, Harrison, or the other real-life people who feature in it. Because of this, they might not always act like themselves based on what we know about them.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6   Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9   Chapter 10

Word count: 4224

Author’s Note: Sorry that this chapter took forever! I’m trying to work on the fic when I can, but I really don’t have much inspiration right now, and I start a new semester in two weeks, so I may continue posting infrequently. This chapter has a lot of dialogue/ is long winded, but it’s necessary for the foundations, I swear. I promise it’ll get more exciting. With that, I hope you all enjoy this! As usual, let me know what you think--feedback is incredibly motivating to us writers! 

Y/N–Your Name

Your day at work was terrible, and not just because you had almost gotten fired. Both coworkers you knew and coworkers hadn’t yet met--plus the other four interns--all came up to you and asked about the photos. You found yourself lying over and over again. It was your boyfriend. Yes, you were drunk, but it was your boyfriend. Inevitably, the question came up of why you’d kept him secret, as famous as he was. All you said was, “We just wanted to keep it private.” Everyone seemed to accept the answer, for the moment.

On your lunch break you furiously googled the boy you’d claimed was your boyfriend.

Damn, was he famous. Really famous. A knot of anxiety buried itself in your gut. He’d been in several movies, of course, including the Avengers and Spider-Man. He had several more movies slated for release in the next couple of years. He was everywhere, especially now with the paparazzi photos.

You were an idiot. Worse than an idiot. Of all the boys in all the bars in Atlanta, you had to get drunk and make out with a stranger who happened to be incredibly famous. You groaned in frustration for the thousandth time that day and thumped your head on the table in the break room. You were alone, thankfully. You would have gone out for lunch but you couldn’t stand to see anyone else that may or may not recognize you.

You idly checked Instagram to see what damage had been done. You had a bunch of direct messages from people you knew and random Tom Holland fan accounts. There was one, however, that caught your eye.

It was a verified account named @hazosterfield. You went to his page and recognized him as Tom’s friend from the bar. Harrison was his name. He had photos of himself and Tom, including one from last night.

You grudgingly opened the message to see that same paparazzi photo staring back at you.

@hazosterfield: Is this you?

You groaned again. @yourusername: Unfortunately.

You could think of nothing else to say. You thought maybe you should apologize. But you were better off saving that message for Tom, you supposed.

The reply came almost instantly, as if he’d been waiting. @hazosterfield: I’m a friend of Tom’s, and his personal assistant. He’d like to meet with you at your earliest convenience.

You grimaced. Fair enough. @yourusername: I’m at work until 4:30.

@hazosterfield: Shall we meet after that then? Name the place and we’ll be there.

You raised your eyebrows at the we part but sent a location anyways. It was a small coffee shop close by that you could be at as soon as you got off. Harrison agreed to meet there.

You put your phone away and sighed. It had been a long day already, and it was only halfway over.

For the next several hours, you agonized over what your meeting with Tom would be like. You practiced a little speech in your head apologizing, telling him you were stupid. But you also wanted to ask him why he’d said that you were his girlfriend. You figured it was for the same reasons you had said the same thing to your own boss--to cover his ass.

And what were you going to do when he told you, inevitably, that it was a mistake? When you had to admit to your boss that you’d lied? When you lost your internship because of it?

Everything was ruined.

Time came to leave and you bolted for the door. You felt an overwhelming need to throw up as you left the building and headed for the coffee shop. You managed to tamp it down. Take it minute by minute, you firmly told yourself. Just breathe.

The little cafe was stuffily warm as you stepped inside. There was a hint of air conditioning, lost somewhere under the scent of coffee. You scanned the restaurant for the two boys. It took you a second to recognize them. You saw Harrison first, his dirty blonde head alert and watching out the window. Tom, beside him, was wearing a baseball hat, his shoulders hunched.

You headed to their corner table, feet suddenly made of iron.

“Uh, hi,” you said when neither noticed you. Both of their heads snapped up.

“Y/N, yeah?” Harrison said. He gestured to the empty seat beside himself, across from Tom. “I’m Harrison.”

“We met...briefly,” you said. Your cheeks already kindled small flames of embarrassment as you sat down. “Hello again, Tom.”

He finally met your eyes. He looked stricken.

“Listen, I’m really sorry--” he started, interrupting whatever it was that Harrison had been about to say. “I’m such a fuck up, I’m sorry. I didn’t think, I was just trying not to tank my career. I’m sorry.”

You made a complicated face at the table. “It’s alright, it’s not like it was entirely your fault. We’re both pretty...intimate in that picture. And I definitely had had too much to drink. I’m sorry. I--I lied and told my boss today that you were my boyfriend, too. I didn’t want to get fired, either, I--” You stopped and swallowed. Your stomach was in knots.

Tom flinched. “I’m so sorry I put your job on the line, I should have been more careful. I’ll--you don’t ever have to see me again, I’ll tell them we broke up. We’ll just...we’ll take care of it.”

He’s kind of cute when he’s flustered, you thought distractedly. Your mind slowly processed his words. If he told everyone that the two of you broke up, it would be obvious it was a lie. Especially after the first and only proof of your “relationship” was taken while you were drunkenly hooking up. And if the world knew your relationship was a fake, your boss would no doubt figure it out. No, that wouldn’t do at all.

“Why don’t we pretend to date?” The words were out of your mouth before you had finished thinking them through.

Tom’s face went slack with shock. Harrison’s blue eyes narrowed as he met your gaze.

Harrison opened his mouth, then hesitated. “Why?” he asked simply. “What’s in it for you? I just have to tell you, if it’s all just some long con for fame, there are better ways of going about this.” His words were blunt. Practical.

Heat flared in your cheeks.

“Harrison,” Tom admonished. He turned back to you. “You don’t have to--”

A little bit of anger seeped into your words as you said, “You think I would want to do this? I didn’t even know who Tom was last night! This is fucking up my life, too, you know.”

Harrison raised his hands in surrender. “Look--I think it could work. He’s my best mate, is all. I’m only trying to look out for him.”

“I think it’s the only solution,” you said tightly, trying to tamp down the anger. “It’ll look suspicious if we just ‘break it off’ now. There’s only one photo of us together in existence, after all.”

“It could work,” Harrison murmured thoughtfully. “Make it look genuine for long enough to be believable, then break it off.”

“What?” Tom said incredulously. “What are you saying?”

You ignored him and spoke directly to Harrison. “How long for it to be believable, do you think? A couple of months?”

Harrison considered the question for a moment. “That should work. When are we set to wrap, Tom? September?”

“Yeah, but--you can’t seriously be considering this, mate. I know I fucked up, but--”

You interrupted him. “I know it’s not the ideal situation, but...I’ll get fired if they find out that you were some random stranger. This internship will determine my life. And you can’t deny that it’ll hurt your career to have been caught hooking up with a stranger, right, Spider-Man?”

Tom looked between you and Harrison and back again. His expression was bewildered. “This is crazy...I don’t--”

“Mate,” Harrison said softly. A quiet conversation passed between them.

After an agonizingly long pause, Tom murmured, “Yeah, alright.”   

Some of the tension in your stomach eased.

“Tom,” Harrison said under his breath. “To your right.”

You and Tom both looked. There was a man holding his phone in a way that made it obvious that he was taking a picture. You immediately flushed, while Tom set his jaw.

“We should go,” Tom said carefully. “We can take this back to my house.”

He and Harrison stood, but you hesitated. “I don’t--”

“You two should go over the specifics of...this,” Harrison interjected. “But we should go,” he said, the words carefully weighted.

You finally nodded and followed them outside. The man had disappeared. Would more pictures of you be circulating on the Internet? Maybe you had been too hasty in suggesting a fake relationship. The same sick feeling that had been in your stomach all day worsened.

“Where’d you park?” Tom asked. “I can ride with you. Give you directions. Harrison can take the Audi.”

You tried not to get hung up on the word Audi. “Um--just down the block.”

Before you knew it, Spider-Man was in the passenger seat of your car, directing you through traffic and out to the suburbs. More than fifteen minutes passed in relative silence. Your palms were slick with sweat. You were trying not to think, but you couldn’t help it. Had you really suggested fake dating one of the most visible celebrities in the world? Had he really agreed? You knew, logically, that it made sense. You wouldn’t be fired, his career wouldn’t tank. You couldn’t back out, not if it meant losing your internship. You’d worked too hard for a drunken mistake to mess it all up.

“Where are you from?” you asked him curiously, mostly to fill the silence.

“You know where I’m from,” he said, but it didn’t sound cocky--just confused.

“Um, no. I don’t, actually. I’m assuming England, but…”

“You didn’t look me up?” The confusion in his voice doubled.

“Just the general how-famous-are-you-really Google search,” you admitted.  

From the corner of your eye, you saw him open and then close his mouth, eyebrows drawn together. “I’m from London. Well, a town called Kingston near London.”

“Oh,” you said, pretty sure that you’d seen that on Google. “I’m from Atlanta.”

You caught the edge of his grin.

“Maybe we could have some pizza delivered,” Tom suggested as you turned into his neighborhood some minutes later. It was secluded, each house set back from the others just enough for it to feel private. Perfect for a celebrity. “On me, of course.”

“Yeah, okay. Sure.”

“What do you like?” His voice was uncertain. “It’s the next right.” He pointed. Sure enough, you saw an Audi pulling into a driveway. You assumed it was Harrison in the Audi that was mentioned earlier. 

“I don’t really mind what we get, as long as it isn’t anything weird,” you said as you turned into the same driveway.

“What counts as weird?”

“Pineapple, anchovies, olives. Besides that, anything is fine.” You shrugged.

“You don’t like pineapple on pizza?” Tom asked incredulously. He shook his head. “I never understood the hatred everyone has for it.”

You cracked a smile. “Because it’s wrong.”

As he climbed out of your car, you took a look at his house. It was pretty big, especially for only the two of them staying there. You blinked in surprise. In over your head didn’t even begin to cover it. Why had you suggested doing this? Fake dating a celebrity would be hard, you supposed. Were you ready to be in the spotlight--more than you already were, that is? All for this internship? Would it be worth it?

You decided that you had to at least try. If you could pretend to date him for the rest of the summer, you could keep your spot in the internship. And as long as you weren’t too much in the spotlight--at least, not for the same reasons you were from the night before--everything would be fine. Wouldn’t it?

Thoughts and scenarios and What if?s swirled in your mind as you stepped out of the car.

“You coming?” Tom called, already at the front steps. You shook off the feeling and followed him inside, where Harrison was already waiting. This was really happening. You were going into Spider-Man’s house.

The inside looked just as nice as the outside. It was all open, the living room in the front of the house, leading to a set of stairs and to the dining room and kitchen. You thought you glimpsed a pool through the glass back doors.

“Have a seat, love,” Tom said, gesturing to the couch where Harrison was already sprawled.

You sat on the edge of the cushion. Your palms were sweaty. You watched as the two boys bickered over which pizza place to order from and what to order. As Tom nudged off his shoes and kicked Harrison out of his way with one foot.

The argument went on past five minutes. Your stomach let out a growl. You hadn’t eaten much for lunch. 

“How about I choose where to get the pizza?” you finally said to them. “Since I’m a local, after all.”

They both went quiet.

Tom let out a short laugh. “Alright then, where should we order from?”

You told them the name of your favorite pizza place. Tom pulled it up on his phone and placed the order before the three of you fell into silence. What have I gotten myself into? you thought yet again.

Harrison looked between the two of you. “Perhaps we should…” He trailed off. “Go over specifics.”

Tom looked away from you. His jaw worked for a moment before he said, “I don’t--understand why this has to be done.”

You pressed your lips together. “I--I think it’s the least suspicious route,” you said honestly. “Don’t you think? There’s only the one picture. That’s not a relationship. People have never seen or heard of me before in relation to you. And if we just broke up…”

“It’d look fake,” Tom finished flatly. He sighed and looked at Harrison, who shrugged. They said something to each other silently, in the way of close friends.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Tom finally asked you. “It’s--I can deal with this. I don’t want you to have to deal with the paparazzi, with the...fallout.”

“It seems like the only option,” you said. “We both have bigger things on the line here to let one drunken mistake ruin it.”

An unknown emotion crossed Tom’s face but was gone before you could name it. “If you ever want to back out, let me know,” he said. “At any time. Got it?”

You nodded. “Same to you. You’re the one with more to lose.”

He grimaced. “Don’t remind me. The first, most important thing I think we should talk about is, I guess, how to go public? The spotlight can be tough, and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. But first,” he said as he stood. “Beer or water? That’s all we have.”

“A water is fine.”

The doorbell rang soon after. Harrison got up quickly. He held his hand out to Tom, who unblinkingly pulled out his wallet. Tom disappeared towards the kitchen as Harrison went to get the pizza. 

Harrison’s voice could be heard from the front door. He returned momentarily with three pizzas.

You’d thought about Tom’s question on going public. “On how to go public...well, you’ve technically confirmed that we’re dating, on that radio interview.” Tom grimaced again as he sat on the couch.

“Right, of course. We don’t have to confirm anything else yet,” he hurried to say. “But, ah...there’s the premiere in LA next week for the Avengers....”

The words took a moment to sink in, then hit you all at once. If you were his fake girlfriend, you would have to attend the premiere. Right? But you didn’t have much money. Definitely not enough for a plane ticket. Your hands started to tremble again. You tucked them into your lap.

“I can’t...I can’t afford to fly to LA right now,” you said tightly. You hated admitting it, but it was true.

Tom’s face went blank for a moment. “I--No, you don’t have to pay for anything, yeah? I’ll handle all of it, if you go.” His cheekbones were pink. 

“I can’t ask you to do that,” you said but Tom started shaking his head before you were finished speaking.

“You’re not asking. I’m offering.”

“I guess…” you said slowly, “that we could use the premiere to confirm it, then? Because, if I’m your girlfriend, I should go. Right?” 

Both boys nodded. “But if you don’t want to--” Tom started as he reached for a pizza box.

“If I didn’t do everything I didn’t want to do,” you interrupted him, “then no one would be able to believe that this is real. We have to do things together. To prove it.” You said it more to convince yourself than to convince him. 

The tips of his ears turned pink. “Right. You don’t have to worry about anything for the premiere, though, alright? I’ll pay for everything. You should find a dress, and shoes. I’ll hire someone for hair and makeup, too, unless you want to do that yourself?”

Were you going into shock? You thought that maybe you were. Your brain and body went on autopilot. “Yeah, I’ll--I’ll find a dress this weekend, or something.”

“You should come to set, too,” Harrison noted. “Get introduced to everyone.”

Your mouth went dry. “Okay,” you said, but it came out a bit like a squeak. “I have work four days a week, but on Friday I could…?”

“Friday is perfect,” Harrison said. He nudged Tom, who nodded. His phone started buzzing. “I’ve got to take this. I’ll be back.” He took a slice of pizza with him.

You peered at Tom, who was busy studying his beer, seemingly lost in thought. He took a sip.

“Maybe we should talk about being in public,” you said a bit hesitantly.

Tom glanced up at you. “What about it? Paparazzi are everywhere in Atlanta now,” he said a bit bitterly, no doubt thinking about the photos that started this whole thing. “If we’re in public together at all, I’m sure they’ll know.”

“I understand. But like...should we have any PDA? Hold hands? People will think we’re close based on those...pictures.” You swallowed and tried not to think about how it felt to have him pressed against you--blurry as the memory was. Both of you were blushing.

“I...it’s whatever you want. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” He shrugged. “We’ll play it by ear.”

“Perfect,” you said. You both lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. “What a mess,” you muttered, half to yourself.

Tom huffed a laugh. “Tell me about it. Marvel and Sony are both up my ass right now.”

“My boss is still pissed. I’ve been doing menial jobs all day. And I had to shadow probably the meanest woman in the place.”

Tom snorted. “Really? That sucks. What do you do, exactly?”

So you described your internship to him. You found yourself getting excited about it as you spoke. You couldn’t help it. You had worked so hard for it, and that hard work had paid off. You tried not to think about how you had almost ruined everything.

Harrison, off the phone now, came back in and took another slice of pizza.

You stared at your own slice. Another thought had come into your mind, another condition of this whole, complicated “relationship.” You weren’t quite sure how to broach the subject, so you adopted Harrison’s tactic and went for the blunt.

“I just want to be really clear, but, um, sex is off the table.”

Both of their heads snapped up. Tom’s face went red. “I--” he started. He cleared his throat. Tried again. “I--I never assumed--”

You bit back a laugh at his expression. What you didn’t say was that this rule came from the night before--because if you’d had more time with him, you almost certainly would have invited yourself back to his place. You wanted to make sure there were no more mistakes. 

“Maybe we should write this all down?” Harrison suggested.

You raised your eyebrows. “Like a contract?”

He shrugged. “You could call it that.”

Tom was evidently still recovering from your sex comment. Recovering himself a bit, he said, “I think it’s a good idea. Just so we don’t...screw it up.”

“Alright, let’s make a contract.”

A few minutes later, Harrison had managed to find exactly one piece of paper--the back page of a script--and you dug a pen from your purse.

“Alright, so--do things in public, that’s number one,” you said as Harrison began to write.

“No sex,” Tom casually repeated, though his ears turned pink.

“PDA in public is probably necessary,” you added. Harrison hurried to keep up.

“And we shouldn’t let anyone else in on the secret,” Tom said. Then, hurriedly, “Unless you already--?”

“No, no. I haven’t. I agree with that. We don’t want the wrong person to find out.”

Harrison glanced up and then scribbled that rule, too.

“Um...I guess that’s it?” Tom looked over the list. “Unless you have anything else.”

“We can always add more later?” you suggested, though it sounded like a question. Tom shrugged.

All three of you went quiet. A phone started ringing. Tom stood with a murmured excuse and disappeared down the hall, phone in hand. You were left alone with Harrison. The silence stretched on. You could hear, distantly, Tom’s voice as he talked on the phone. It rose in pitch then quickly quieted again.

You couldn’t sit underneath Harrison’s piercing gaze any longer.

“Um, where’s your bathroom?” you asked awkwardly.

“Down the hall, last door on the right.”

You hurriedly stood and rushed down the hall. You passed a bedroom, where Tom was on the phone. He paid you no mind as you went by. He looked a bit distressed, you noticed.

On your way back, you heard a frustrated groan and a loud thump.

“Fuck,” Tom muttered underneath his breath.

You stopped and stared into the room, where Tom was shaking out his hand. He balled it back up into a fist and punched the wall for what you assumed was the second time.

“Fuck,” he repeated. You started to back away right as he glanced up and saw you.

“Sorry!” you rushed to say. “I didn’t--”

“I--Sorry, I just--” He sighed. His shoulders were tensed up, his knuckles were turning red.

“Is everything...alright?” you asked hesitantly, one foot still poised to walk away. You were definitely imposing on a private moment, but he looked so...lost. He ran shaking fingers through his hair.

“Just have a lot of people on my ass,” he explained. “But they don’t get that I don’t need a reminder that I fucked up.”

“I understand,” you said quietly. “It’s only half your fault, though.” You cracked a smile, hoping to ease the tension.

But Tom said, voice still quiet, “You don’t understand. It’s like--Spider-Man is supposed to be someone for kids to look up to. Peter Parker’s just a kid himself. Not someone who--who goes around snogging in clubs. I basically destroyed that image in one go.” He was breathing heavily now, both his hands fisted once again. “Like--Christ, I posted a picture with a cigar once and my fans lost their shit. This is--this is so much worse.”

You thought his words over. What was it like to have such great pressure on you? You chose your words with care. “That’s why we’re doing this,” you finally said. “Spider-Man’s allowed to make out with his girlfriend at least, right?”

Tom finally gave you a tight smile. “I--I really appreciate this, Y/N. You have no idea.”

“I have some idea,” you said. You walked back to the living room to gather your things, Tom behind you.

“Gone so soon?” Harrison asked as you grabbed your keys. You wondered what, if anything, he’d heard.

“Hoping to beat rush hour,” you said. You cringed internally, but how else were you to explain that you figured they had had enough of you?

Besides, you had a lot of thinking and planning to do.

Something seemed to dawn on Tom. His brown eyes widened and he gently touched your wrist. “You’re not--you aren’t dating anyone, are you?”

You shook your head. “No, are you?”

He shook his head. “Well, at least it won’t be any more complicated than it is already.”

“That’s something,” you agreed. Harrison stood and checked his watch. You caught Tom’s arm. “I’m sorry--I’m sorry that I messed things up for you.”

He gave a smile that came out as more of a grimace. “Like you said, darling, it’s not like you did it alone.”

When you got home, you were too engrossed in your thoughts to notice your parents--both home from work already--waiting for you.

“Y/N,” your father said softly. You froze.

Oh, shit, you thought before he even opened his mouth to say more.

“A..photo...has been brought to our attention. A photo of you,” he continued. “Have you seen it?”

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[richiesmashmouthtozier]

Sleep in the Heat!

PART ONE

read: 1 | 2 | 3

Inspired by Pup’s “Sleep in the Heat”

A/N: Hello!!!!!!!!

I’ve decided to write a new fic (NOT CLICKBAIT),, beware this is really fluffy :3 I legit have no plans for this, and no goals at all so just go with it.

DESCRIPTION: Beverly Marsh was cursed with her hit being hard enough and her dad coming back to  consciousness after being bashed in the head with a glass tray. The abuse only gets worse until the losers respond to a distress call and walk in on Mr. Marsh suffocating his own daughter. Things get out of hand when a huge fight breaks out between the six boys and a grown man ending in murder. The losers were forced to pack up and leave their home on a road trip to find a place to breathe,,,

DISCLAIMER: I tried to write in songs during the situations so if you could, I suggest changing the song as the losers do in the story to add more effect :O

Pairings: Reddie!!, stenbrough, benverly (Each chapter will feature more of one)

a list of the songs for this chapter 1  in order:

In between Days - The Cure

Heroes - David Bowie

Reddie shippers anthem (Africa) - Toto

just a btw- There’s a lot of angst and fluff and a decent amount of swears ;)

and without further ado,

enjoy

Eddie's eyes were slowly falling down so he could be finally put to sleep after being up for nearly 24 hours. It was 6 am and the losers club was still on the road in the van wagon they stole from Richie's parents. It was really worn out since no one used it for years, but it sure was gigantic.

Stan was driving and Bill was in the passenger seat sleeping next to him. Mike sat in the middle seat in the back with a map open. He wanted to sit in front but he understood Bill wanting to be next to Stan. Ben and Beverly were in the seat on either sides of Mike probably sleeping. Eddie wanted to sleep, but he wouldn’t. He and Richie were in the very back where they took out three rows of seats and replaced it with Eddie’s mattress, topped off with a buttload of blankets and pillows. It was way more comfortable than anyone gave it credit for.

Eddie was wrapped in a soft blanket, leaning on a pillow laid against the wall. He kept brushing his hand through his hair and fidgeting with his hands to try and stay awake. Across from him was a sleeping trash mouth. He had fallen asleep a couple of minutes ago. The small boy was replaying everything that had happened the past day? couple of days? he wasn’t sure. It was all confusing and just the thought made him want to scream and cry, but he kept quiet. In fact, everyone did. The only sounds were the humming engine, the rain tapping the vehicle and the song being switched to “In Between Days” by The Cure playing on the radio. The ride was pretty smooth so far as they drove across the state and up mountains to find somewhere to hide. To Eddie, the whole idea was crazy and he was surprised everyone agreed to just get up and leave, but the reasons were understandable-

“Pothole!”

“Shit!”

the car swerved but Stan was too late and the car bounced off the divot in the road.

“Fuck…” Richie jolted awake after a 10 minute slumber but everyone else stayed asleep. The trash mouth was a really light sleeper and to be honest he didn’t sleep that much at all.

“Welcome back,” Eddie said tiredly.

“You’re still awake, Eds?”

“Yeah,” he yawned out, “and don’t call me that.”

“You look disturbed.”

“Take a left,” Mike said quietly.

“Well what do you expect? This is kinda crazy,” He said waking up a bit at the thought.

“It’s been a whole day. Go to sleep.”

“You’re acting like you just slept for 12 hours. You were literally out for 5 minutes!”

“First of all, chill out okay? Second, insomnia my guy, it’s a blessing and a curse.”

Eddie frowned. He knew insomnia was a symptom of ADHD and he felt guilty for bringing it up.

“Stan!” Mike said.

“Goddamnit!” they hit another pothole but this one woke everyone but Beverley up.

“Stuh-st-st-stan…” Bill tiredly spoke from under the blanket covering his body and Stan's legs as he woke up and looked for Stan’s hand with his own, eyes slowly adjusting. Stan found his hand and held it softly.

“Do you need a break Stan?” Mike said.

Ben just mumbled gibberish.

“Yes, yes you seem to be fallin’ asleep at the wheel my good sir,” Richie said from the back.

“Shut up Richie,” Stan said then Bill squeezed his hand and unintentionally gave him puppy dog eyes, “Let’s juh-just pull over into the-th-these woods and tuh-take a ruh-r-rest,”

“Okay, fine.” he reluctantly turned the wheel and went off the road. They slowly maneuvered through scattered trees and found a place in the woods where he parked the slender vehicle.

“No need to get the sleeping bags this time,” Mike said referring to the rain.

“Yeah there’s no way i’m sleeping out there,” Eddie replied as he slowly sunk into the bunch of blankets and pillows in the back “seat” and slowly drifted off.

THUD

Eddie shot up at the sudden noise that disrupted his dream and shook the car. The radio station was to the end of David Bowie’s “Heroes” and it accompanied the silence well. He searched the van to see if anyone else heard it. The front windows had covers over them to keep the sunlight out and the rest had blankets doing the best they could, but since it was really cloudy the sun wouldn’t peek through anyways. He scanned the losers until his eyes met the empty seat next to him.

“What the fuck?” he whispered to himself.

He got up slowly and noticed the stupid blankets that had covered the back windows on the doors had fallen off. he crawled to the window and squinted out of it. He saw Richie?

“What the hell is he doing?” he grabbed a thin blanket that he could ruin so he wouldn’t get any of their only nice blankets dirty and wet. He shivered at the touch of the cold door as he quietly forced it opened until it ripped from the other door to its side.

“Fuck Richie! What the hell are you thinking!” he whispered to himself as his feet made contact with the wet patches of dirt and grass and the droplets began to deep into his skin, hair and clothes. But it felt good. Why?

He got goosebumps from the chilled air accompanied by the rain despite him wearing worn, gray sweats and his own shirt under Big Bill’s navy blue sweatshirt hat said “GEORGIA” in white letters. He would never admit it but his true intentions were to see if Richie would give him his hoodie even though Eddie didn’t like the band “Guns n’ Roses” which was plastered on the front, but when Bill offered his jacket first he couldn’t just say no.

The blanket got the first coat of rain soaked in pretty fast while Eddie listened to the song switch to Toto’s “Africa” and he walked towards Richie who had stopped in the middle of the trees.

“Richie?!” He yelled when he was about 20 feet from the boy. His glasses weren’t on and his curls had been flattened from the rain. His lips were slowly turning purple and his skin pale, making the freckles pop out even more.

Richie shook his head and snapped out of his daze, “Eddie? What are you doing?!” Richie sounded concerned.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Eddie yelled as the both slowly shuffled towards each other.

“I- uh- I just needed to-“

“To what?! You’re gonna get a cold!” but Eddie didn’t move. He stood there and stared up at Richie.

“I know, I know, it’s just- I felt guilty…” He got quieter as he finished the sentence. Eddie went wide-eyed. The memories flowed in as if Mr. Marsh was standing right in front of him again hold Beverly against the wall by her neck. The look he gave was almost as bad as It’s.

“I-“

“Go back, Eds, you’ll catch a cold.” he said as he turned away from the short little boy with a tinge of jealousy that he was wearing Bill’s sweater.

“No.”

Richie turned to him again, “What?”

“It feels good out here. It feels-“

“Clean.”

“Yeah.”

The boys all had blood on their hands that night when Beverly woke up from being suffocated. The bruise was still on her neck. She was trembling as Ben held her in his arms while they all told her what happened.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now.” Ben’s words replayed in Eddie’s head a lot while they had driven out of the town without telling anyone. They were just some missing kids now.

Just.

Eddie remembered that look Richie had on his face when he frantically waved around the faux missing poster. That thought disturbed him considering Richie was ready to leave that toxic house, not that Eddie didn’t sigh in relief at the thought that he was free and in charge of his own life every now and then. Richie seemed to be deathly afraid of going missing (or dying? Eddie wasn’t sure since they never spoke of that summer) and now he was forgotten across the border of Derry, Maine.

Forgotten.

Forgotten!

Eddie stared at him with sympathy. He was still unsure the reason he was easiest to convince to leave but he didn’t need to be sure.

“You know it’s kinda fun,” Richie said quietly.

Eddie was taken back, “What?!”

“You know being a missing kid,”

Eddie just looked down.

“You know sometimes I look back and think, why didn’t you run away Tozier? You wanted too, you could’ve..” He sniffed

“Richie, you wanted to runaway?”

“Everyday, Eds. I walk downstairs to see my parents fighting or my mom passed out in the kitchen. Everyday I walked outside to see you guys. This gang was the only thing keeping in Derry and now look where we are.”

“Come on, Rich-“

“I told myself, are you just gonna let pennywise win?” Eddie’s expression went dark at the name, “Are you just gonna let them for-“

“Richie!” Eddie was crying now, “I would never let that happen!”

“It’s what happened to everyone!”

“Richie! You matter! Okay?! You fucking matter! and if you think for a moment that you don’t then…then-“ Eddie kissed him. He missed the perfect spot, but it was a kiss. Richie stumbled back with wide eyes that went closed as he wrapped his arms around the small boy. After a few seconds, they pulled back.

“Let's go back,” Eddie motioned towards the van wagon.

Richie showed his dimples while he weakly smiled, looking out to the forest, “Let’s go, Eds.”

The taller boy wrapped his arm around the worry-ridden teen. The two boys were both soaking wet and smiling. Eddie thought to himself,

I bless the rains…

A/N: HEY HEY HEY! I wrote something decent! are you proud of me mom?! anyways,, i’m pretty excited because i’ve always loved the idea of a couple living on the road with some good friends and yeah that’s what this is,, i’m gonna wait a chapter to get into the deeper stuff and more into detail about what happened, but no worries, i’ve been procrastinating posting this so long that the second chapter is already done and will be posted tomorrow (hopefully)  so yeah!

If you ever wanted to make art/aesthetics/playlist/etc I would be so happy and surprised tahaha

send an off anon ask to be the first on the tag list!!1!1!1!!!1!1!1

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When The Tide Turns (11/16)

Summary:  The plan was to go to England, finish the case and head back home in a matter of days. Of course, nothing in Emma’s life ever goes according to plan. Not only does she end up travelling across Europe, looking for a Liam Jones in order to finish her case, she ends up travelling with Liam’s brother - an annoyingly handsome Killian Jones. And she doesn’t trust him one bit.

Rating: T, for language - and there’s a bit of light violence in this chapter

Beta-reader: writing a multi-chapter for several months without feedback can get pretty lonely, but thankfully I had an amazing beta by my side - thank you so much @forget-me-not-s !!

Artists: these artists are seriously such talented and amazing people, and they deserve so much praise!!! @theblacksiren - check out her beautiful artwork for chapter 1 here and chapter 7 here! @optomisticgirl created the awesome banner - and soon you’ll get to see the amazing masterpiece created by @fairytalesandtimetravel

Word count: ~4181 (68k+ in total)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 |  Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 |

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Emma barely slept. Scratch that, she didn’t sleep at all. Not knowing Killian was so close, not with her head spinning as it was. But she had made the right decision; going home was the right thing to do. At least that’s what she kept telling herself as she lay awake throughout the night and as she left in the morning with the first bus towards the airport. She didn’t bother to call Regina or Mary Margaret or anyone. She was just done with talking for the moment.

The sun rose while Emma leaned against the window of the bus, staring out at the passing landscape. She might as well enjoy the view while she could. The mountains, the endless rows of pine trees. There was no snow yet, not this far south in Norway. She almost felt sad for not getting to see the small villages and vast forests decked in a blanket of white. But New York was beautiful too with its skyscrapers and never-ending activity.

Yes, coming back home was going to be wonderful. No more uncertainty about a hopeless case. No more internal battles on whether to trust her ‘partner’ or not. No more crazy talks of Neverland and magic.

No more stupidly blue eyes and too-handsome-for-anyone’s-good faces.

She could sleep in her own bed again and throw herself into new cases. Sit back on her couch and enjoy a glass of wine with some Netflix. Emma had all kinds of things to look forward to back at home.

Yet telling herself she’d made the right decision became harder and harder the closer she got to the airport.

Emma ran her finger over the cut on her palm which Killian had tended to that night in the cave. She never did return his scarf.

When the bus finally came to a stop, Emma felt weird stepping out alone. Dragging her suitcase without listening to cheeky comments that she could ignore or counter left Emma feeling bitter.

Where would the cheeky bastard be now anyway? Probably on his way to Denmark to look for that stupid spyglass. Emma shook her head, telling herself she was glad not to be with him on such a fool’s errand. She wondered how long it would take before he gave up on finding his brother, ignoring the part of her that was angry at herself for giving up first.

Emma tightened her grip on her suitcase. She had to stop her thoughts from spiralling. The case was done. Liam was most likely dead, Killian would learn to deal with it, and if he didn’t, it wasn’t her problem. She needed to get back to her real life, to New York, to new cases that actually made sense. Not some crazy feud over Neverland.

Besides, if it really mattered so much to Killian that she stayed, he wouldn’t have let her leave so easily.

The airport in Kristiansand was rather tiny. In the early morning there wasn’t much of a crowd, only a few people in line for check-in. Emma had bought the cheapest ticket from Kristiansand to Oslo to New York on her phone and could look forward to being back home in about thirteen hours. Hopefully, the airport in Oslo was interesting enough to spend three hours in while waiting.

Emma knelt on the floor, looking for her passport in the front pocket of her suitcase when something caught her eye.

Someone.

A dash of bright red in the corner of her sight made Emma look up. And she could’ve sworn she’d seen it before. A red woollen hat. A red woollen hat on an also familiar, short, round man with a beard. She’d seen him in Barcelona, she was sure of it. And maybe sometime before that too?

That unnerving prickle at the back of her neck returned.

This guy was following her.

Emma tried not to stare at him for too long in case he realized that she’d noticed him. She pretended to change her mind about standing in line for check-in, slipping her passport back in its pocket. Proving that the red-hatted guy was following her was the only thing that mattered now.

She walked down a narrow hall to her right. She wasn’t sure where to it led but she didn’t intend to find out. Once she’d rounded the corner, out of everyone’s sight - including the red-hatted guy’s - she stopped and pressed her suitcase and herself against the wall.

She waited silently, her heart beating just a bit faster. Emma was a lawyer, not some secret agent, but she’d been in this kind of situation before. If only she could confront the guy somewhere a bit more private.

Emma considered the door a few feet to her left. It was probably locked, but she checked anyways, hoping to find some small storage room or something.

For once, she was lucky enough to get what she wanted.

A few minutes more passed in silence. No one followed her down the hall. Emma was beginning to feel restless, all this pent-up frustration and adrenaline with no one to take it out on. Yet.

About two minutes later, her target rounded the corner. To say he was surprised when Emma grabbed him by his jacket and shoved him inside the unlocked storage room was an understatement. A mop was knocked over as Emma shoved him against the wall. The door shut and lights flickered on and Emma hoped to god that no one had heard his yelp.

“Who the hell are you?”

Emma held her arm at his throat while pinning him against the wall. Sure, he was bigger than her but Emma had been in this kind of situation before. She knew how to stand her ground. Knew how to throw a punch if she needed to, too. Foster kids were always easy targets in the schoolyard after all, but Emma had made sure she wasn’t one of them. And she couldn’t deny, letting out her frustrations on a punching bag from time to time was pretty satisfactory.

Besides, this guy was hardly struggling. He all but accepted her arm pressing against his throat.

He didn’t answer her question, so she asked a bit more forcefully. “You’ve been following me and I want to know the hell why.”

“I... Smee. My name’s William Smee and I swear I haven’t been following you,” he stuttered.

Emma’s blood ran cold. She’d heard that name before.

“You’re the guy who told Gold about Neverland,” she said, strengthening her hold on him.

Smee lowered his head. “Yes, yes, okay? I told Gold about Neverland, and I may have been following you, but I swear, it’s not as bad as it looks.”

“Not as bad as it looks?” Emma repeated, unable to believe the nerve this guy had to say that. “You’ve been following us since - I don’t know - England?”

“Yes, well-”

“How the hell is following someone across countries not as bad as it looks?”

“Hey, there’s been no harm done, has there?”

Emma scoffed. “Why don’t you let me be the judge of that and tell me why the hell you’ve been following me.”

Smee squirmed, not wanting to answer. But it suddenly seemed pretty clear to Emma. Gold had paid Smee for information about Neverland. He had tried threatening Killian - by threatening his own wife - into telling him about Neverland. She would never be able to understand how a successful millionaire could believe in fairy tales, but if the guy was crazy enough to threaten his wife...

“Gold put you up to this, didn’t he?”

Smee’s silence was answer enough.

“I can’t fucking believe this,” she muttered. Her momentary lack of questions and accusations gave Smee the idea that maybe it was his turn to ask something.

“I just don’t understand; why aren’t you and Mr. Jones going to Denmark together?”

What?

“I’m not going to Denmark.” She stared at Smee, confused and frustrated. “But how do you even know to guess that’s where we’d be going? Exactly how closely have you been spying on us?”

Smee began stammering out an answer again, some awful cover-up.

Emma remembered the first time she’d felt the prickling at the back of her neck. It was in her hotel room in Barcelona - she couldn’t exactly place her finger on it then, but it felt like someone had been in her room. Knowing now that that could very well have been true, made her feel sick.

She glared at Smee and it didn’t take much more for him to break.

“I’m sorry, okay? I never meant to get so involved. I just wanted to earn a bit of coin, I never knew Mr. Gold would end up taking it this far. The- the picture of the mermaid was a false clue. It wasn’t my idea though, it was hers. All of the ideas have been hers or Mr. Gold’s, I’ve just been doing what I’ve been told, I swear.”

The arm pressed against his throat slackened a bit as his words sunk in. The drawing was a fake. They must have broken into her room, found Liam’s drawings and discovered the Santa Maria del Mar before them, planting a fake clue for them to find. Killian was going to go to Denmark on the grounds of a lie... But something else bothered her as well.

“Her?” she repeated.

“Aye, uh, Miss Zelena West.” The name meant nothing to Emma. But from the look in Smee’s eyes, she guessed Zelena wasn’t the most pleasant of people. “She’s keeping an eye on Mr. Jones right now - ordered me to follow you in the meantime.”

Emma couldn’t believe it. How could all these people be so crazy to believe that Neverland existed and some old objects would help them get there? Obsessed enough to threaten and follow people, create false trails and-

“Wait. If the drawing was fake, what was really behind that brick in Barcelona?”

“Uh,” Smee hesitated again. Emma caught the way his eyes flickered towards his satchel. She hoped for his sake he would never end up in a real interrogation, because he really sucked at this.

“Listen, I can tell you don’t want to be a part of this,” Emma said, “so why don’t you give me what you found, stop following me and disappear for a little while. If you’re afraid of Gold or this Zelena you can contact my firm and see if they’ll help you.”

Smee seemed to consider her offer very carefully. To be honest, she was proud of herself for handling it so rationally when the frustration inside her rather longed to knock him over the head with the fire extinguisher in the corner, take his satchel and get the hell out of there.

“They’ll find me anyways,” he finally answered, shaking his head.

Emma sighed. As much as that fire extinguisher called to her, she knew blunt strikes to the head were a lot more damaging than the movies let on. She’d rather not end up committing a murder because of this damned case.

“Then why don’t you just show me what you found, and we’ll each go our separate ways and no one will have to know.”

That idea got through to him at least. Emma slackened her grip, enough to let him open his satchel while she kept a wary eye on him.

“We found the spyglass,” he said, pulling out the object. A part of Emma ridiculed her for being so excited to see the spyglass. She wasn’t supposed to care about any of this; it was all a load of bullshit. Why don’t you just go home anyway?

She ignored that part of her though, grabbing the spyglass from Smee’s hand and taking a closer look at it.

I’m sorry, buddy...

Emma pulled back and swung her fist at Smee’s face, tripping him over with her legs. It was a rash decision - probably one that would get her fired - but with the adrenaline pumping through her, she really didn’t care. This was the best way to do it anyways. Her knuckles hurt and his face most likely did too, but there would be no lasting damage.

As he yelped and scuffled on the floor, Emma pulled the door open with the spyglass tucked under her arm. She clicked the mechanism in place which would ensure the door would lock behind her when she left. Her head buzzed with excitement, every nerve telling her how terrible this decision was. But she did it anyway.

The door closed behind her before Smee could get out. He pounded on the surface, crying out, but the sounds were only faint. Emma couldn’t help but smile. Her luck had stretched far enough for a somewhat soundproof door.

Someone would find him sooner or later, but in the meantime, Emma grabbed her suitcase (thankful no one had walked by and noticed it) and walked away with the spyglass in her other hand.

She wouldn’t be going home after all. She had a certain Jones to find first.

Two Joneses actually.

Emma’s new-found determination lasted for about five minutes. Stepping out of the airport marked the end of her confident spree. She couldn’t be sure if Killian was in Arendal anymore. She couldn’t be sure if Smee hadn’t contacted Zelena - damn, she should have taken his phone - and for all she knew Killian could be knocked out and lying in his own little storage room. Of course, she’d never thought to get his phone number...

So Emma went from feeling pumped and proud about making a decision that would probably get her fired, to sitting on a bench near the airport, searching hopelessly for a way to find Killian’s phone number.

In the end, Anna was her salvation. She couldn’t remember the name of the bar, only that it was something with Sven. (Reinsdyret Sven was the name - apparently, they’d named their bar after a reindeer). A phone number on their site led to an awkward conversation with Anna, who was actually surprisingly understanding of Emma’s situation. That phone call led to an even more awkward conversation with Elsa, who was a bit more skeptical. Not that Emma could blame her.

Though hesitant at first, Elsa gave Emma the details she asked for. Such as the fact that Killian had just left for the airport after eating breakfast at her place. And his phone number.

Emma wouldn’t have minded talking to Elsa a bit more. Maybe asked what she thought of the whole Neverland-business, what with her sounding like a normal, sane person. Emma could use the perspective of another sane person.

If she told Mary Margaret what was really going on, the woman would either hug her for taking a chance on someone or slap her to try and wake her up from whatever madness she had spiralled into.

She couldn’t decide which was worse.

But after having thanked Elsa for her help, it seemed weird to stick around and ask further questions.

Finally, she was left with the chance to call Killian and tell him she had changed her mind. Oh, and that she’d found the spyglass.

What the hell am I doing? She could be finding her seat on the plane soon, on her way back home. But no, she was on a bench near the airport, trying to get herself to call Jones and hoping like hell Smee hadn’t gotten out yet and that neither he nor Zelena would find her sitting there.

Before she could chicken out, Emma dialled the number Elsa had given her. A moment passed in silence, no beeping indicating the call had gone through. Emma checked if she had pressed call. Which she had. As soon as she held her phone to her ear again, it went straight to voicemail though.

Emma frowned. Was he ditching her call? That wouldn’t make sense though - how would he know she was the one calling?

She tried again, and once more the call went straight to voicemail and she hung up. Maybe his phone was dead.

Emma all but growled in frustration. Of course his stupid flip phone would be dead right when she needed to call him and tell him-

She paused at that. What exactly was she going to tell him? Of course, the gist of it would be her admitting to believing him to some extent, and that she was willing to travel with him to “Neverland”. But how could she say that without his ego inflating to the size of Manhattan?

And how was she going to say it when his phone was dead?

The answer to that question was simple enough though. The bus route from Arendal to the airport included a change at a station about twenty minutes from the airport. She’d just have to catch him there and tell him everything face-to-face. Which didn’t sound awkward at all.

A coffee-to-go in hand, Emma waited at the bus station for about fifteen minutes before the bus from Arendal rolled in. Her leg bounced as she sat on a bench and dammit, she couldn’t deny she was nervous. But why should she be nervous? It was just Jones. Insufferable, cocky Killian Jones. There was no reason to be nervous about this.

But when the door opened and people started stepping out of the bus, Emma’s stomach coiled. She stood up, waiting to see that familiar face stepping out.

Why was she so nervous?

Granted, last she’d seen him she had turned her back on him after he had told her some pretty personal stuff - but she hadn’t been wrong to do so. She didn’t owe him anything. And he didn’t owe her anything. If he wanted, he could take the spyglass and leave her to go to New York: which should have sounded like the ideal option for Emma as well, but it just didn’t.

None of the people spilling out of the bus were Killian. Not yet at least. As one stranger after another stepped out, Emma realized something almost even more frightening. She wasn’t just nervous. She was excited. Excited at the idea of seeing him grin at her when he found out she hadn’t left, and she’d know that she had made the right choice... But what if he didn’t grin at her?

Emma realized she was biting her lip and mentally berated herself, straightened her posture and looked up-

And that’s when Killian walked out. For a second, some traitorous part of her imagined kissing that stupidly handsome face like in some cliché movie, and that’s when Emma knew she had made a huge mistake.

“Swan?”

Of course, he noticed her right then. He seemed to have trouble with believing his own eyes, and Emma took some small pride in that at least.

“Hi.”

They just stood there for a moment, several paces between them. Him with his surprised look, scratching that spot behind his ear; her with her coffee-cup in one hand and suitcase by her side, trying to forget the unbidden image that had flashed through her head.

“I thought you’d left for New York.”

“Yeah... I guess I changed my mind.”

“So you’re... not going to New York?”

“No. Well, I am at some point, but not today.”

A small grin started to spread on his face. Something genuine, something Emma hadn’t seen on his face before (or refused to notice before), and she couldn’t account for the things it was doing to her stomach. Before he could open his mouth and say something that - who knows - might turn her legs to jelly or something equally embarrassing, she rushed to explain herself.

“I’m not saying I don’t think all this Neverland-talk is crazy, because it is, but well... I guess that doesn’t mean it can’t be true.” Okay, she had to say something to make that grin go away. “I’m still pissed at you for not being honest with me from the beginning though, and don’t think I’ll let you off the hook that easily.”

“I wouldn’t dare, Swan.” Dammit, the grin only became cockier. Only for a second though, and then it turned back to that shy, hesitant smile and Emma couldn’t tell which was worst. “But you truly believe me now?”

(The shy one. Definitely the shy one.)

“Yeah.”

Neither said anything, as if both of them needed a moment to realize what she’d just admitted.

She didn’t need to say much more. Didn’t need to explain that though it hurt, she understood why he hadn’t told her everything from the beginning. And though she found everything pretty insane, she was willing to go through with the case.

And Emma didn’t need Killian to say anything to know that he understood.

He gave a small nod in gratitude. “I hope I’m not too presumptuous in thinking you’ll be joining me on a trip to Denmark then?”

It was Emma’s turn to smile now.

“Actually...” she drew it out, looking at her suitcase wherein she’d stashed the spyglass. “I don’t think we’ll need to go that far.”

Killian followed her line of sight towards her suitcase. He cocked his head in question and Emma could almost hear his ‘what are you on about, Swan?’ in her head.

“I ran into someone at the airport about an hour ago.” Killian’s eyes darkened and Emma guessed he’d jumped to the worst conclusion with Gold being the one she’d run into. “William Smee.”

“Smee?”

“Yeah. Looks like you were wrong about me being Gold’s spy but right about him having spies. Apparently Smee’s been following us since England along with some woman named Zelena West.”

“Bloody hell.”

Emma shot him a look of agreement. “Smee said Zelena was keeping an eye on you while he followed me to the airport, and I’m not sure where she is now, but last I saw Smee I’d punched him and locked him in a storage closet at the airport.”

Killian broke into a chuckle, eyes swimming with someone akin to pride. “I knew there was a little pirate in you, Swan.”

Why did that sound like one of the best compliments she’d ever gotten?

“I guess I’m only proving that by saying I took the spyglass from him before locking him in.”

“Smee had the spyglass?”

“Had being the keyword. Apparently he and Zelena found out about the Santa Maria del Mar painting before us and after breaking into my room and finding Liam’s drawings, they discovered the church first too. And the spyglass. The drawing you found was a diversion. Doesn’t matter now though, because I’ve got the spyglass.” Emma nodded towards her suitcase again.

The pride in Killian’s eyes turned to honest wonder. “You’re a bloody marvel, Swan.”

Okay, that was the best compliment she’d ever gotten. And how she was still standing was almost a marvel in itself.

“Yeah, well...” she shrugged, a blush creeping up on her face along with a smile. Fuck she hated herself like this. “Anyways, we don’t know where Zelena is - or if she’s heard this entire conversation - so I suggest we get a move-on. Please tell me you know where to go next.”

“Well, we’ve got all three objects now, so all we have to do is set sail.”

Somehow he made it sound natural. Like they were off to some fun relaxing sail-trip and not on a hopeless journey without a real course. And hell, other than during boat tours or ferries, Emma had never actually been sailing before.

Didn’t they usually fly to Neverland anyways?

“Right. Sailing. And uh, do you have a boat for that?” Emma asked.

“I’ve got a ship docked in Westport harbour in Ireland - taking a few tourists on board every now and then served as my livelihood for a while, alongside my attempts at writing. Alas, Westport’s too far away. Elsa told me Liam sailed to Neverland from a harbour in the northwest of Norway; my intention was to begin our journey the same.”

“So we’re going further north?”

“Aye. It seems a warmer coat doesn’t sound so foolish now, does it, love?”

Emma glared at him. He was right though. And what the hell - she’d already spent way more than should be allowed on a simple ‘overseeing of a business transaction’, travelled to four different countries in one week, straight-up punched a guy and locked him in a storage closet in an airport, disobeyed Regina’s orders by travelling further with this case and had all but started to believe in Neverland. How much harm could a new, warm coat do? She was going to get fired anyway, Emma was sure of that by now.

But the look in Killian’s eyes when he realized she wasn’t leaving him after all... and the way it just felt right to not give up on this case quite yet -

Well, getting fired was about the least of Emma’s worries now.