#THIS time however- when she's home alone (shes not alone Jenna's asleep in the other room) and she spots a stranger in her house-

[bluejaybytes]

@snowshinobi Hiiiii :3 I'm responding to your tags on a new post and not the original since the original was already somewhat lengthy, and I plan on being LONG and RAMBLY, but I have sooo many thoughts on what you said and I'm going to say them. Also my browser crashed TWICE (TWO TIMES. 2) when trying to write this post so I'm really fighting for my life out here to get my silly little OC posts done. Also it's under the cut because it's looooong as hell LMAO

Firstly, you're so nice to me forever <3 Secondly, I think you've basically hit the nail on the head. The majority of the issues Maggie has coming back from death and her 9 years gone are really tied almost exclusively to her close family, because she... never really had anyone else. While in-universe it's only 9 years, realistically the jump in technology and culture is around ~20-30 years (Maggie died in the 90s/early 2000s essentially, and wakes up in a just barely futuristic city), but... the most jarring thing to her in terms of what she missed out on is just. Flipphones are no longer popular. Other than her family, she's only close with one other person... who just so happens to be a ghost, and therefore both 1. Wouldn't change much over the timespan due to how long she's been a ghost and 2. Unlike her family, was aware that something happened, since she could see the ghost-of-a-ghost Maggie left behind (The ghosts name is Opal, she positions herself as a sort of "guardian angel" figure, though she's not actually, and serves as just another parental figure for Maggie while also getting after the ghosts that constantly harass her to pass on messages to the living). Maggie has no real relationships outside of her family, and while her relationships with her family are massively impacted by her unknowing death, other than that... the timeskip itself doesn't weigh on her because she had no one regardless. Her struggle to adjust to everything thats happened would've happened regardless of the timeskip for her, because she was such an isolated shut-in that it's the same whether it happened the next day, or nearly a full decade later

So another very interesting thing is that you've actually completely seen where I was going with everything, in spite of everything I said being very surface level and not actually delving into the plot at all. I completely skimmed over Jenna (She's very important to the plot, but she's by in large a regular person as opposed to Maggie's... everything), but for some additional context, Jenna has a horrendously shitty homelife, so her moving in with Maggie is both a gradual process (It goes from spending time there, to spending nights, to eventually just never going back home and moving in fully), and also serves as an escape for her. Part of that is also, so vitally, the food aspect. For some additional additional context, souls essentially serve as a persons lifeforce, practically every bodily function is improved by a soul that's stronger, though the "strength" of a soul is essentially entirely random, and not dependent on the individuals actions of any kind. Maggie had a generally weird soul before (Seeing ghosts inherently means she has to have something going on with her soul), but when she wakes up after her death, her soul is now even weirder, and part of that is that it essentially lets her get away with bad habits she absolutely should be seeing more consequences for. She barely eats, and when she does, it's basically exclusively crackers and whatever other safe foods she has around the house, because actually making food is a level of care and effort she just... doesn't give to herself in the slightest. Part of Jenna staying with her is that Jenna, without really discussing it, entirely takes up the mantle of caretaker of the apartment, with the biggest task being food prep, Jenna sees Maggie's unwillingness to take care of herself and silently steps up and starts making her actual meals so she's eating properly.

The problem is is that this also kinda... just straight up sucks? Jenna doesn't think much of it, it's something that needed to be done so she's doing it, she wants Maggie to be well fed even if she won't do it herself, and she's already been responsible for making all of her own meals for years prior anyways, so it's just another thing she does. Except that's shitty! Maggie's seen firsthand how terrible her homelife is, and it really weighs on her how even in her escape from that, Jenna's still being put in a position where she feels like she must care for her or else she just won't eat properly. So food is such a massively important thing to both of them, it's this symbol of love for both of them, it's love on the part of Jenna, for stepping in and taking care of Maggie when she can't do it herself, and it's love on the part of Maggie, for realizing how her own bad habits impact the people she cares about and wanting to lift that weight by taking care of herself better. It's also very vital for Maggie because she just... doesn't... have hobbies. Learning how to cook becomes really her only hobby and she puts all of her love and care into it, because for the first time in a long while she's actually passionate about something! ...Unfortunately she also is very very bad at it. She's inventing new dishes like "Burnt Salad" and "Please Help I Fucked Up Kraft Mac N Cheese" and still having to have Jenna come in and help her. But it's the thought that counts, and it'll only be a matter of time before she can make something vaguely edible.

And finally, the stuff about names! I didn't post it here, but while idly talking about her in a Discord server I'm in, I definitely think that had I made Maggie like even a few months later than I would've done she would've been nonbinary. As it stands right now though, I'm saying she's probably some form of genderweird but too busy trying not to die to think about it <3 Growing up knowing that ghosts are real and routinely being shut down by authority figures in her life about it has made her very aware of how bullshit a lot of things are and how the people who claim to be knowledgeable tend to not know what they're talking about (Beyond just the "people don't think ghosts are real", she's also got ghosts willing to tell her when people are lying because they've got nothing better to do than just gossip) , so if she spent even just a moment thinking about gender as a social construct she'd instantly recognize that and probably take up some form of genderweird label, but as it stands she's just too stressed with Being The Protagonist to think about that

Now, the thing with Margaret. I'm not even going to lie to you, I think you made a better connection to how a name connects with community in terms of the narrative themes than I did. The thing with Margaret denying the name "Maggie" existed for two reasons, the in-universe explanation is that, with the little scrap of soul Margaret has leftover from Maggie, it's essentially working overtime just to keep her vitals working, it can't dedicate time and energy to making her an individual with preferences and a personality, so part of that is that she doesn't respond to "Maggie" because ultimately, that is not her name. Her name is Margaret and she's not going to respond to "Maggie" because "Maggie" isn't her name. Of course, out of universe the reasoning is that I wanted an easy way to distinguish between Maggie as she is the protagonist, and the version of her that lived in the years she was gone, so different names makes the most sense.

I think your connection to how name relates to community genuinely works on a level I hadn't fully pieced together myself yet and I really love that because I think that absolutely works with everything. One of the main conflicts of the plot is how Maggie is entirely disconnected from her family thanks to the years she was gone, with Margaret having no priorities beyond "survive", she basically never spoke with her parents or brother for years. While her family tried to reach out to her repeatedly (Especially given that, while they're unaware the truth of what happened the night Maggie was murdered, they do know something happened, and they believe that whatever it was severely traumatized her, and that's where the sudden and drastic shift in personality came from), there's a point where they just... gave up. She wasn't trying to talk with them or contact them in the slightest, so around a year or two after Margaret moved out, her parents gave up on her. Her brother would still be there a bit, but he also didn't really... try... anymore.

When Maggie wakes up, she tries to call her parents... and they don't pick up. They'd grown resentful over the years, and now that Maggie wants to talk to them, they don't forgive her for the years of not speaking to them, and aren't interested in whatever she has to say after nearly a decade of trying to reconnect with her and being met with nothing. It's her insistence that she wants to be called Maggie that actually gets her brother to realize she's telling the truth and that something happened. She shows up at his door, already something that Margaret wouldn't have done, and that combined with her being visibly upset when he calls her Margaret and tells him that's not her and that she's Maggie, it signals to him that whatever's going on is real (...though he would've figured this out eventually, given that she also literally 17 again and not in her mid-20s, and has a giant glowing stab wound in her chest). I think it works absolutely perfectly as being a symbol of community, her disconnect from her community is what led to her being called Margaret, and her desperation to be returned to that community is when she's Maggie again. So uh. Congrats on getting the themes of my OCs better than I did <3

And uhhhh closing thoughts! I honestly did still skim over the majority of the plot (Literally never even mentioned Eli or what's going on with her stab wound </3), but I think you reeeeally hit the nail on the head with everything I'm kinda getting at with these OCs, which is... frankly wild given how little main plot I actually got at. Basically everything I mentioned in my original post was the setup, not the main plot. But waaaaugh thank you for being so niceys to me and also giving me another excuse to ramble endlessly <3

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Pure Blood 21 (Sirius Black x F!Oc)

A/N:  I'm not crying, you are

Warning: Broken hearts, including mine -Val

Words: 3,358

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Chapter 20 / Chapter 22

"I can't believe what I'm saying, but," He says sitting next to me. "I think we have another mission in common."

"What are you talking about?" I say, stopping looking at the couple sitting a few meters from us.

“We must separate Trixie from Remus, it’s obvious. When we least expect it, she’ll take his blood.” That comment makes me smile.

"The other day she apologized to me about Hogsmeade, I'm talking about Trixie."

"And? Are you best friends now? ” I scoff.

"Of course not. I won't lie, it made me hesitate, but there’s something very wrong with that girl, Black.”

“What's your idea?" I look at him.

"Me? It's up to you, I already suffered from the first battle, it's your turn,” He grimaces.

"I'll see what I can think of.”

That's when Slughorn comes in and the class begins.

"Well, everyone, come here, I have something new for you,” We all stand around a table, which has several cauldrons. "Can anyone identify these potions?"

Lily is the first to raise her hand and answers everything correctly.

“…And the one in the middle is amortentia.”

“Correct, Miss Evans, thirty points for Gryffindor. Very well, can anyone describe the amortentia? Use and its characteristics.”

Lily raises her hand again.

"Miss Evans, please let your classmates try," We laugh. "Well, I have an idea…”

"Miss Evans, Singh, and Lupin. Come over to the cauldron, please.” I stand between Lily and Remus. "Now, what smells can you detect?"

I focus on the cauldron.

The first thing I smell reminds me of the grass when I go to the gardens in the morning. Then I smell chocolate, which makes me happy, the other reminds me of all those bonfires we made at home, or the continuous times I fell asleep near the fireplace when I was little; something surprises me, is- What is that? It’s not a pleasant smell. I wrinkle my nose and look confused at the cauldron.

"And well?"

"I can smell old books,” begins Lily, "new parchment, but the last one I'm not sure, I know I've smelled it before, but I don't remember…”

"Very good. Miss Singh? ”

"Lawn, chocolate, firewood and the other- it's something strange,” I say looking at the teacher, "I don't know what it is exactly, but it's not pleasant.”

“Sometimes it’s confusing, but over time, you’ll be able to identify that smell. Remus?”

"Chocolate, the next one reminds me of a forest, pumpkin pie and... I don't know, strawberry?"

“Excellent, good work. These scents are very peculiar, they remind us of happy moments, things that are pleasant or, in many occasions, are related to the people we love.”

The three of us return to our seats.

“Amortentia is the strongest love filter in the world. However, it doesn’t create true love, it’s impossible to create or imitate love. It only produces an intense infatuation, a powerful obsession. It’s probably the most dangerous and powerful potion of all in this room."

Some girls get a little closer and then back off laughing. Maybe thinking about smells and the people it reminds them of.

I’m still confused by the last scent I perceived.

"But well. There's something else,” says Slughorn. “This potion is called Felix Felicis, or better known as liquid luck. It makes the drinker a lucky being for a certain time, conditioned on the amount taken, during which everything he tries or undertakes will have a successful result.”

"That would do me good," I hear James say behind my back.

"Oh Mister Potter, you and your companions have a chance to own this little thing." Everyone gets excited and looks anxiously at the potion. "All they have to do is prepare perfectly is the Filter Potion of the Living Dead. Whoever does it will earn it. Move your tables away, it won't be as a team. Let's go.”

Everyone runs to the shelves to grab the correct ingredients and return to the tables and start the potion.

Wormwood, asphodel, valerian roots, brain sloth, soporific bean, all good so far. I look up to see the others panic, I'm sure everyone has a different reason to make it perfect and win the potion.

"I can finally get all the credit when Slughorn sees my excellent work," says Sirius next to me.

"You seem too sure.”

"I'm sure of what I'm doing, doll.”

I roll my eyes and go on with my own, but as I read the following instruction I frown in confusion. If you want all the juice from the 12 soporophore grains, why cut them?

I decide to ignore it and crush one of them and then put the juice in the potion, I hear Sirius giggle, which I ignore, do the same with the others and stir the liquid.

"Hey, you missed a grain of soporophore," adds Sirius.

"Of course not.”

“Eh, yes.”

“Eh, no.”

"I know what I'm saying, you missed one.”

"Of course not, I brought everything I needed, I know how to count, Black.”

He raises his hands in surrender.

"Okay, but if it doesn't come out, then don't cry."

I stop and my anxiety causes me to doubt. I curse and put another grain and then listen to his low chuckle.

"Now what?"

"You shouldn't trust anyone when there’s an award as valuable as the potion."

"What? No!” The idiot cheated and now my potion is wrong.

“Time's up!" Slughorn yells.

The teacher reviews each of the works, but none, so far, has succeeded. We’re all surprised to learn that neither Lily nor Remus were able to do it.

"I hate you," I whisper when the teacher arrives at our place, checking Sirius' potion.

"You should thank me, I taught you a good lesson."

"Mr. Black, very good work,” Sirius smiles. "But I'm afraid you haven't done it perfectly either, it must be a problem with the sopophor beans, I'm sorry.” His smile disappears.

"I still love you, Padfoot!” James yells at the back and everyone laughs.

Slughorn walks to my cauldron, for a few seconds nobody says anything.

"I can't believe it," He says, dropping a small leaf into the liquid. "With just a few drops we would all be lost," He turns to me. "Excellent work, Miss Singh. I’m very surprised, good done. I think we have a winner.”

Some applaud in surprise, but someone in particular makes a rather animalistic growl.

"Thank you, Padfoot," I tease him.

—————————————————————

“I'm very proud of you, my little winner," says Jenna, squeezing me into a hug. "I knew you would win something like this!”

"I can't breathe,” I manage to say and she releases me.

"Tell me you’ll do something good with that potion," adds Remus.

"I don't know, I don't know…” I lift the potion between my fingers and the corridor light illuminates it. "So many possibilities…”

"Maybe you can use it to end our future marriage, Singh,” says Sirius coming to our side along with James.

"Oh sure. As if you had used it for that and not for selfish purposes,” I cross my arms.

“Obviously, I’d use it wisely."

I look at him incredulously.

“Not even I believe it, Padfoot," adds James, making the others laugh.

"Whatever," Sirius snorts.

"I have time to decide, nobody will take it from me,” I put the bottle in my bag.

"You have to be careful with that, Persephone," says Lily.

"Yes, mom," I tease.

"Congratulations, Persephone. I'm sure you deserve it,” says Trixie smiling, then smiles at Remus.

"How strange, I don't remember calling for the devil," adds Sirius, feigning confusion.

“Padfoot," scolds Remus.

“It’s okay, Remi,” She replies and then kisses Lupin's cheek causing him to blush. "I must go, see you later!” She says goodbye and goes to meet her friends.

"If you keep clenching your teeth, they'll break," Jenna whispers to me and I relax my jaw noticing that it was actually quite tense. I look up to see her and she raises and lowers her eyebrows suggestively.

"Not a word," I growl, making her laugh.

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I walk through the hallways in my way to the library all alone, for some reason everyone’s busy and no one could come with me. It’s not that I’m always surrounded by my friends now, I try not to think about it much and I go on my way quietly, but that doesn’t last for long.

Someone forces me to run in another direction. I try to get away, but nothing works, until we reach an empty corridor.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Black?" I screech rubbing my wrist.

"Sorry, but this is important," He says, breathing hard, holding some sort of blanket in his free arm.

“What's important enough to drag me through school?"

"I know how we can stop the devil from being with Remus.”

I look at him confused. "I hear you.”

His mouth opens, but he regrets it, he looks at the blanket and gets nervous.

"Sirius?"

He lets out an annoyed growl and brushes some strands of hair out of his face.

“James is going to kill me, but it’s for a good cause,” He says, raising the blanket. "This is an invisibility cloak, it's from James, but you can't say anything."

"Uh-huh and I have the Elder wand. Is this why you hurt my wrist?" I say tiredly.

Sirius looks down and notices my wrist, which is a little red.

"Sorry, I- I didn't want to,” He shakes his head. "We'll talk about that later, but I'm telling you the truth about the cape,” he says and extends it to later put it around his body, disappearing entirely.

I walk away a few steps in surprise.

“Oh.”

"Great, right?" He says with a sly smile. "It's from James, well, his father gave it to him, it’s a family thing."

"Yes, you just wanted to show me something that’s not yours?" I say reaching out, maybe too close, to touch the fabric of the cape.

"What? No, I–” He stutters a bit. I look up meeting his gray eyes, I feel his breath hit my face.

Suddenly, I realize the closeness and move away a little, he also comes out of his thoughts and shakes his head.

"Listen, this may interest you.”

“Okay?" I say unsure.

"I was with James in- well, I don't know why we were there- but the news are that I heard the devil talk to her friends.”

Now he has my full attention.

“And?"

"Wait, won't you tell me something about invading privacy or something?"

I roll my eyes.

"We can talk about your immoral behaviors another time, now continue.”

“Well, after all the female chatter, they asked her how she felt about Remus and she said she was just playing with him, that she was really planning something bigger for when they meet again and then they all laughed. I'm sure it was an evil laugh.”

I think carefully about what he tells me, and then grimace.

"Wow, I didn't think we could go that far,” Sirius seems to understand and nods, surprised. "We must tell him."

I can't believe Remus will finally realize the girl's evil.

"Do you know where he is?

"He said he would be in the gardens- now that I think about it, he said he wanted to be very far from you.”

Sirius laughs.

"Yeah, he didn't agree with the joke- it doesn't matter- come on.”

We almost ran through the school until we found the boy, who was reading under a tree with Lily by his side.

"You told me you were busy, but you’re just reading," I accuse them when we arrived.

"Sometimes we need a break, Percy," Remus replies with a smile.

"We have proof of why you shouldn't date Satan," Sirius blurts out without thinking. I look at him raising my eyebrows and he smiles embarrassed, apparently the gossip can not be held long enough inside his body.

"What are you talking about?" Remus asks closing his book.

"Guys, I think you should drop that topic. Trixie’s not the same girl you met when you were kids,” adds Lily.

"But now we have proof," Sirius repeats.

"Just say it, Padfoot.”

Sirius tells him the same thing he said to me a few moments ago and Remus doesn't respond for a few minutes. The three of us look at him expecting the worst.

"Are you sure of what you heard? Maybe it's a misunderstanding,” He says nervously.

"I think I identify a malicious laugh when I hear it.”

I hit Sirius's arm and he complains.

“Sorry, Wolfie,” I say sitting next to him.

“You don't have to, you guys warned me, right? It's my fault.”

Before anyone could do otherwise, Lily warns us that Trixie is approaching with a big smile, but Sirius steps in front of us to stop her.

"He no longer wants to see you, he says that you are a bad, bad monster and that he hopes never to see you again,” He warns crossing his arms.

I almost want to laugh at his childish speech. Remus gets up and confronts the girl.

"It is true?" Lupin asks.

"What are you talking about?" She says confused.

"Someone heard you talk to your friends about how you want to play with Remus' feelings," I added annoyed.

"Play with your feelings?" She looks at Remus. "I don't understand what they mean…”

I approach to be next to my friend and I can notice the pain reflected in his honey-colored eyes. My heart squeezes when I see it.

"You better never talk to Remus again."

"It is true? Am I just a game for you?” She denies and her eyes water. Wait a minute. “Everything they talk about you is true. You're that kind of girl who has guys under her control."

"No, Remus, I would never hurt you, I really don't understand that-" She interrupts herself in mid-word and looks at us. "I think- I think I know."

Sirius stands next to me.

Trixie sighs, "It's not what they think.”

"Yeah right," Sirius replies defensively.

"Sirius, enough is enough, there must be an explanation," adds Lily.

Trixie nods and turns to Remus.

"It was a surprise," She smiles sadly. "I was planning to give you a gift, you have helped me a lot with all my subjects and you’ve been kind and nice to me, I thought…” She sniffs. “My friends helped me get a book, a first edition of your favorite book. When I said that I was just playing with him, I meant that I was making up many excuses for not seeing him, I needed more time to get the book.”

My eyes widen and I gape. I'm sure Sirius has the same face.

"B-but, you all laughed maliciously, besides, who uses that expression?" Sirius defends himself.

"It's kind of a game,” She replies a little embarrassed. "The excuses were ridiculous, I really wanted to surprise him.”

No one says anything for a few seconds.

"Remus?" Lily asks, touching his shoulder.

Suddenly, Lupin turns to us and the pain is replaced by pure anger.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" His scream makes us start. Remus's face turns completely red and the marks on his veins are more visible than ever before.

“Re-Remus–" Sirius stutters.

"What? Now what excuse will you give me? Hmm?” He gets closer and we back off a little. “You're impossible, I can't believe it!" He rubs his face with both hands.

"Calm down, Moony…”

“How do you want me to calm down after what you have done to me?”

Lily tries to help, but Remus just watches us.

“I'm sick of you two and your stupid ideas about Trixie! Finally, after so many years of being in this school, someone notices me, and what do you do? I can't believe how selfish you are!”

“We're not–”

"Oh, please, leave the role of victims. You’ve succeeded. It's easy for you to just judge people, and act selfish under the guise of your pathetic childhood and family. You’re not the only ones who have suffered and yet you’re the ones who have the most. You can both have whoever you want. Sirius has no problem getting dates with any girl, even guys line up to be with you. And Persephone, you have all the boys in the palm of your hand. You don't know what it feels like to be someone's shadow, you never stopped to think that this could be my one good thing. Everything’s normal for you and still you can't help but stick your noses into my life and destroy what I’ve always wanted!”

My heart hammers against my chest. I never believed that something like this would go out of hand. And without a doubt, I never thought I’d see Remus in this state.

His breathing is rough, his body’s tense. After a few seconds he realizes all he’s said to us, looks up, and notices the attention he elicited from some students, but then turns to us one last time.

"I don't want any of you to ever get into my life again, I-I don't want to see you again. I'm sick of being the good person among hypocritical people.” He setences and leaves.

Lily shakes her head disappointed and goes in the same direction as Remus. Trixie cries and her friends arrive to comfort her.

In the end, only Sirius and I were left.

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As an excellent dramatic touch, the day ends with a major storm flooding the school. Sirius and I are sitting under an arch with a view of the gardens, the lake and some trees. A few drops cover my hair and part of my uniform.

"Do you think he will ever forgive us?" Sirius says after several hours without saying anything. His voice is very thin right now.

"I don't know," I reply, my voice hoarse from crying.

"Of all the things I've done in my life, I've never felt this way."

Before, I would have taken that comment to complain about what he did to me, but I don't have the energy to do it. Now that no longer matters.

"Me too," I sigh and the tears return. “I’m the problem.”

Sirius turns to me confused.

“Every friendship I've had, I always manage to ruin it. It happened with you, with Jenna, Remus… I'm only missing Regulus or Lily.”

"I don't think you’re the problem, the problems will always be there, and we will have many discussions with our friends, it can’t be avoided, but that’s why we shouldn’t give them up. If they’re true, everything will work out.”

"Since when are you so wise?" I say trying to joke and he smiles a little.

"Actually, my uncle Alphard told me this in second grade," He clears his throat. "I was upset the whole time because of what had happened with you, he was the only one who could calm me down.”

I nod.

"I never wanted to hurt Remus.”

"Me neither," He says in a broken voice, after so long, I see Sirius Black cry. “He's my best friend and- and he's always been there for me. I didn't know he felt like that. It wasn’t my intention to make him feel inferior, I always believed that we were a team.”

"I wanted someone to listen to me, but I never did," I add.

We were silent for a long time, letting the crying subside a little. In that a thunder resounds in the castle causing me to jump from the fright, I’ve never been a fan of loud noises. Sirius notices it and takes my hand.

"Easy, it will pass,” he murmurs.

My heart squeezes again. It’s like when we were kids and storms would take the best of me. I bite my lower lip and wrap my arms around Sirius's torso while he puts one arm around my shoulders and the other wraps around my waist. I hide my face on his chest and feel his head rest above mine.

This was definitely not part of the plan.

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The Girl Next Door (Part 4) - Alright

Summary: Dean helps Sam through a hard morning and the reader bumps into Dean at work...

The Girl Next Door Masterlist

Pairing: Neighbor/Mechanic!Dean x baker!reader

Word Count: 3,100ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Parts of this series are told from two different POV’s. Dean’s POV are written from limited third person. Reader’s POV are second person (like a typical reader insert). Enjoy!…

Dean’s POV

“Pancakes?” asked Dean when Avy trudged into the kitchen the next morning, taking a seat at the table besides a grumpy Sam. She groaned and threw her head down on the table, Sam almost smiling at her. “Avy, what’s wrong, sweetie?”

“I don’t wanna go to day camp,” she grumbled. “I want to stay home with daddy.”

“Well you were very excited to go not that long ago. West is gonna be there and Jenna and…” trailed off Dean, looking to Sam for help.

“A lot of your friends from school will be there. You’ll get to play games and sports. It’ll be way more fun than daycare was last year, I promise,” he said.

“Do I have to go everyday?” she asked.

“Not everyday,” said Sam, tucking her hair behind her ear, smiling at the messy braid she’d tried to do herself. “Once I’m a little better, you can stay home with me and we can play.”

“Fine,” she grumbled. Dean didn’t say anything more as he made up breakfast, Sam redoing Avy’s hair for her. Dean got Avy out the door after only one more protest and into the car of another parent who was taking the kids to camp that day.

“Hey, grumples,” said Dean as he walked back into the kitchen. Sam nearly glared at him, Dean raising an eyebrow. “Want to go get dressed?”

“I can do it myself,” said Sam. He stood up on his own and headed upstairs, Dean on his tail. Sam nearly slammed the bedroom door in his face, Dean catching it and stepping inside. “Leave me alone.”

“Hey. You had a little set back. That’s it. Stop being so pissed this morning. You know Avy can tell and it puts her in a bad mood too,” said Dean. Sam shoved him back against the door, leering down at his brother. Dean stayed relaxed though, Sam sighing as he shut his eyes. He shoved against Dean again but grabbed his shoulders this time.

“I’ve been dizzy since I got up this morning,” said Sam quietly, leaning his head against Dean. “Like really dizzy.”

“Okay. Can I sit you down on the bed?” asked Dean softly.

“Yeah,” said Sam. Dean arranged himself so he would catch Sam if it came to that and then walked him over to the mattress. He sat Sam back against the headboard and shoved a few pillows around him so he wouldn’t go anywhere. He left to get some water from the bathroom, returning to find Sam with his knees pulled into his chest and his chin resting on top of them.

“Here,” said Dean, getting out the medicine from the bottle in his nightstand, pouring two into his hand and handing them out to Sam. He popped them in his mouth and took the water Dean offered, returning to his position as Dean sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I didn’t take the medicine when I got up cause it makes me so freaking tired and I just want it all to go away but it won’t. It might never go away,” said Sam, a shaky breath escaping him.

“Sammy,” said Dean, peeling off one of Sam’s beanies he’d taken to wearing 24/7. Sam turned away, Dean getting a full view of the healing stitches on top of his head. “If I could trade places with you, I would. I’d do it in a heartbeat, I would.”

Sam looked back at him, about to speak when Dean lifted his chin.

“Hey. I’m your big brother. That’s my job, to take care of you,” said Dean with a smile. “Just let it out.”

“Let what out?” said Sam.

“Just cry and scream and shout however you to and get it out of your system. Stop with the brave face, alright? You did the same thing with Jess. You shoved it down until you popped and still you dove headfirst into work when you came out of it. Well you ain’t doing that this time. So let it out,” said Dean.

“I’m terrified,” said Sam with a smile, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. “Of dying. Of leaving Avy alone with two dead parents at only six years old. I don’t think I’ll ever practice law again. I’m scared to drive a car ever again. I can’t even take a shower by myself...I’m scared of everything, De.”

“Well that’s okay,” said Dean.

“No it’s not,” said Sam, staring at his brother.

“Every time in life you’ve been scared, what do I say to you?” asked Dean.

“It’ll be alright,” he mumbled.

“How’s that worked out so far?” asked Dean.

“This is different.”

“Okay. It’s different. It’s still going to be alright,” said Dean, gently leaning forward and running a finger near Sam’s stitches. “You shouldn’t be alive. You had a chunk of metal in your head. It was literally sticking out of you, Sammy. You shouldn’t even be able to be walking and talking. But guess what? You are. You’re strong Sammy. I know you’re tired of being exhausted and dizzy and feeling helpless. You’ve had a hard few weeks. I know. But I also know how strong you are and that you’ll get through it. So when you get tired, you tell me and I will help you. Okay?”

Sam nodded, Dean pulling his beanie back on his head.

“Take a nap. I’m not working tomorrow so we’ll do something fun, get you out of the house,” said Dean. “Maybe even invite Eileen?”

“Shut up,” smiled Sam.

“You want to stay in your pajamas or let the hot nurse change you later?” teased Dean.

“You’re unbearable,” said Sam, rolling his eyes. “Give me something clean. I can change myself.”

“Alright, alright,” said Dean, going to Sam’s closet and coming back with a pair of loose shorts and a simple white v neck. Dean turned away while Sam dressed on the bed, surprisingly quickly too. When he finished, Dean went to the bathroom and grabbed a wet washcloth, wiping off Sam’s face. “Now you ain’t so stinky for the cute girl.”

“Go to work, loser,” said Sam, laying back on the bed.

“You think of something fun for us to do tomorrow, deal?” asked Dean.

“Okay, De,” mumbled Sam, burrowing his face in his pillow. It didn’t take long for Sam to fall asleep with the medicine in his system, Eileen at the door ten minutes later. Dean gave her the rundown on what had happened the night before but she didn’t seem too overly concerned which eased a few of his worries.

He was halfway out the front door when he glanced over to Y/N’s porch. She was curled up on the seat with a cup of coffee in her hand and her laptop out, furiously typing away with one hand. There was a tuft of hair sticking up in the back but Dean didn’t want to interrupt her. She looked lost in her own little world over there.

And then he proceeded to trip down the last step and nearly do a face plant on the front path. She must have heard because she popped her head up, Dean quickly on his feet and flashing her a thumbs up.

“All good!” he said. She shook her head and smiled, a soft and goofy little smile, as she turned back to her computer. Dean felt his face heat up when he had his back to her and headed over to Baby, climbing inside with a smile of his own.

Reader’s POV

“Okay, 1209 Main…” you said, doing your last drop off just before noon. It looked like a garage, not the typical customer for your kind of business but the cake and platter of cookies was for a retirement party and you figured they wanted to make it special for the guy. You rang the phone number on the order, a sweet southern voice picking up.

“Hunter’s garage. How may I help you today?” he said.

“Hi, may I speak to a Benny Lafitte?” you asked.

“Speaking, cher,” he said with a chuckle.

“Hi Mr. Lafitte. This is Y/N from Sinful Sweets. I have your order right out front,” you said.

“Oh, thank you. One of the other boys has got boss man out of the shop so you can bring it right on in,” he said.

“Sure thing,” you said as you hung up. You grabbed the two pink boxes, not a huge cake by any means, probably only five or six guys worked there if you had to guess. You walked in through the open double garage doors, heading over to the front desk where a man was walking out from an office.

“Well thank you very much, darling,” he said, taking the boxes from you and setting them on the counter. “We’ve heard wonderful things about your bakery business.”

“Oh. Well that’s very flattering of you to say,” you said with a smile.

“Deano says your chocolate chips are to die for,” he said.

“Deano? Dean Winchester?” you asked, spotting a tuft of brown hair walk around from the front of a car.

“Hey!” he said with a big smile, coming over to lean against the counter. He had grease on his face and hands, Benny eyeing him up and down. “I didn’t know you delivered your own stuff too.”

“Normally I don’t. My summer hire for delivery has the day off,” you said.

“Coconut cream. I bet this cake is going to be amazing,” said Dean to Benny.

“You’re hopeless, brother,” said Benny, rolling his eyes and slapping Dean on the back. “Come on. I ain’t paying you to flirt with pretty girls.”

“You ain’t my boss yet,” smirked Dean.

“As of five tonight I am. Five minutes. I only got you a few hours a week and you’re officially the second best mechanic we have at five tonight so-”

“Oh, I don’t want to get Dean in trouble,” you said, Dean rolling his eyes at Benny.

“I’m just messing with him, cher. Deano and I go back to what, fifth grade? New kid in town. Deano has a habit of taking the new kids in under his wing,” said Benny.

“I do not,” said Dean.

“Uh, first it was Cas in what, first grade? Me in fifth, then Garth in ninth-”

“Sounds like he’s got a point, Dean,” you teased.

“Well sounds like you’re the newest new kid around,” said Benny, flashing Dean a wink. “You’re welcome.”

“Go put up some streamers that Bobby’s going to hate, doofus,” said Dean.

“I’m sure I’ll see you around, Ms. Sinful Sweets,” said Benny, smiling as he walked away with the boxes. Dean sighed and shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“Sorry about him. You know how guys can be,” he said.

“I like him,” you said, Dean chuckling. “So your boss is retiring?”

“Mhm. Bobby. He’s actually Sammy and mine’s uncle. My Aunt Ellen finally convinced him to retire. The whole thing with Sam a few weeks ago...they want to get out there and do stuff before it’s too late, you know? Benny’s normally his backfill anyways. He’ll do a good job,” he said.

“I’m surprised you’re not the new boss,” you said.

“I was offered first but I can’t really commit the time with Sam and everything right now,” he said.

“Well, I think that’s very sweet of you. Maybe once Sam’s feeling better you and Benny could co-run the place,” you said.

“Maybe,” he said with a shrug. “I don’t think I’m boss material. You run a business. You know how hard it is.”

“I got faith you could,” you said.

“That makes one of us,” he said with a smile.

“Sam doing any better this morning?” you asked, Dean scratching his cheek, getting a splotch of grease on himself.

“Yeah. He’s okay. He’s got this handled. He’s just a bit impatient,” he said, looking over your head. He pursed his lips and put his hands in his pockets, staring down at his feet. “Actually this morning was a bit rough. Medically he’s fine. He got pretty scared though. I really fucking hate seeing him like that. I’m going to get him out of the house tomorrow. I think that’ll be good for him.”

“That sounds like a good idea. He was always go go go it seemed,” you said. You rubbed his arm, Dean glancing down at where you were touching. “You okay too?”

“Yeah. Thanks, Y/N,” he said, a small grin crossing his face. “We still on for Saturday?”

“Well I did have a date with this ridiculously hot guy but he had to cancel on me so I suppose I can hang out with you,” you said, tilting your head up at him.

“Same thing happened to me! Darn hot people,” he said, smirking at you. You bit your bottom lip, giggling to yourself when he wiped more grease across cheek. “Something on my face?”

“Just a little. I’ll see you later,” you said.

“Later, sweetheart.”

“Hello?” you said as you answered your phone a few hours later.

“Hey, Y/N. This is Sam, Winchester. I got your number from Dean if that’s okay,” he said.

“Yeah, that’s cool. What’s up, Sam?” you asked. “Need something?”

“I just...wanted to say thanks. Last night. I know you took care of me, all of us. Especially Avy. I appreciate that,” he said.

“You Winchesters are all the same, I swear,” you said as you laughed. “It’s fine Sam. As long as you’re healthy, I’m good.”

“I got a favor to ask if that’s okay,” he said.

“Shoot,” you said, hopping up on your counter.

“Eileen has to run to her other patient for the day and it looks like Dean’s hung up at our Uncle’s retirement party,” he said, taking a deep breath.

“Want to come hang out?” you asked.

“Thank you for not making me ask,” he said quietly.

“Ask what?” you teased. “Have Eileen drop you off. I got some new frosting flavors you can try out for me while you’re here.”

“Red velvet and orange creamsicle are a go. Blackberry needs some work,” you said, jotting it down while Sam was licking his lips clean. “You got a super taste like Dean?”

“No. I think that only applies to him and pie but he’ll never turn down a free dessert,” said Sam. He looked around your kitchen, tilting his head at the pile of work papers you had shoved at one end of the table. “Y/N. Can I ask how long you’ve been in business?”

“About a year, a little less,” you said. “Since I moved in here.”

“Eileen says you guys used to live about an hour away?” he asked. “In Kansas City?”

“Yeah,” you said. “We were roommates back in school. She tell you I drop out too?”

Sam didn’t say anything. You smiled, writing a note to pick up some more blackberries.

“S’okay. I’m sure she has,” you said.

“I figured you realized you didn’t want to do that the rest of your life, be a doctor I mean,” he said.

“I never particularly wanted to be one but I’d probably still be in it if...we had a bad pile up one night. It was too much for me. I decided I wanted to do what I wanted to with my life,” you said. “Stop doing what I thought I was supposed to.”

“Hence the bakery?” he asked.

“Yeah. I always loved it. I love the baking side. The business side not so much but I don’t mind being small,” you said. “Self-employment ain’t that bad. Never got to ask the boss for time off either.”

“Well, I’m sort of unemployed at the moment if you ever want me to help out,” said Sam. “In exchange for your babysitting services that is.”

“I thought Avy went to camp during the day?” you asked.

“I meant me,” he said, cheeks pink for a moment.

“We’re just hanging out. I think you should rest though, Sam. You look tired,” you said. “Take a nap for a few minutes.”

“Dean said some stuff to me this morning. I don’t think I want to go back to being a lawyer,” he said. You lifted your chin, Sam looking around. “I worked too much. I want to spend more time with my girl, have a life again. You know?”

“I get that,” you said, Sam’s eyes going back to the stack of papers. “Sam. I don’t need a business partner. This is more to give me something to do than anything else. I don’t want to grow into some huge business either. I want to stay a mom and pop shop.”

“Alright,” he said, staring at you with big eyes and a little pout.

“I’ll think about it, okay?” you said, Sam smiling to himself. “How do you not get everything you want with a face like that?”

“Dean keeps yelling at me to stop giving him puppy dog eyes. It’s one of his weaknesses,” he said.

“I’m sure it is. So what interests you so much about the baking business?” you asked.

“Nothing. But you could use some organizational help, give you more time to focus on the baking side,” he said.

“Sam, you’d never in a million years come close to making what you do as a lawyer,” you said.

“I got a nest egg. I’m not worried about money. I worry about different stuff nowadays,” he said, rubbing his palm.

“How about once you are cleared to return to work, we revisit this conversation but until then, you are always free to come over during the work day if you get bored, hm?” you said.

“Deal.”

A/N: Read Part 5 here!

[written-within-the-stars]

Be My Valentine’s? - Part Two – Together

Continuing on from...

❁ Harper ❁

“I... I didn’t pack these...” I hadn’t packed anything like pictures or memories. I had heard #Kenzi and #Jenna telling the guys they didn’t want everything going into storage.

Moving the bubble wrap I took out the frame sat in the top. And smiles, my eyes stinging a little as I looked at the three of us.

“A weekend at the lake, and Kenzi wanted a serious picture to keep. Whereas Jenna and I couldn’t stop giggling.”

Shaking my head, I showed it to him. Pointing the girls out to him. Laughing at the next one. “And Jenna is dangerous with a camera! It doesn’t matter is you are asleep; she will take a picture.”

Smiling as I saw the next. “Jenna and Me.. and Kenzi telling up to pout. It didn’t work out.”

❁ Collin ❁

I smiled as she lifted the pictures, one after another. I recognised #Kenzi immediately from the video calls and picture that #Seth had sent. It was nice to put a face to the name for #Jenna. “Those kinds of pictures are always the best.” I said. “When you can’t stop laughing or looking at something other than the camera.”

I smiled and looked at the pictures. “They are really beautiful girls.” I smiled; you should hang these. “Bring a little of Thompson Falls into your life here… something to make you smile when you come home.”

“You don’t need those cheap Instagram tricks… all three of you are beautiful… And a smile is always better than a pout.”

❁ Harper ❁

My fingers traced the glass over the pictures. I knew the girls would have put some thought into which ones they packed.

“They really are beautiful.” My voice a little lower, and sure I missed them like crazy in the moment. However, I was smiling too.

“You are right, I really should put these up.” Setting them on the ground over the bubble wrap I glanced into the box again.

Looking back to him. “Instagram models? So, I don’t have a backup career? I’m heartbroken.” I laugh softly pushing my elbow into his arm.

“Oh.... No!” I could have died at what the next set of frames were. “How could they!” I was laughing and my cheeks burning up all at the same time.

The first was of the three of us at our dance class, and then the others of my childhood. Remembering how my mom loved my hair in two pigtails.

❁ Collin ❁

I blushed a little and shook my head. “I mean if you ever give up you day job you’d get hired in a minute.” I chuckled, I lifted my hand gently brushed my thumb over the rosy apple of her cheek. “But a truly beautiful picture captures the truth. It freezes a moment.” I smiled at her… there was nothing about her that wasn’t perfect exactly how she was.

I laughed and looked at the next four she pulled out. “Oh wow…. So when you say they are family you mean it… You’ve known each other that long?” I smiled. Thompson really wasn’t that different from La Push. I’d my friends my entire, there were a few that drifted in later on, like Luke… but for the most part, I always knew them, my circle was mainly the pack…. So some of them remembered me since before I could walk.

“Friends come and go…” I touched the frame with the three of them. “Family is for life. These have to go on the walls too!” I added the last part quickly, knowing she’d blush and get embarrassed.

❁ Harper ❁

“Thank god, here I could have been so worried.” I knew he was joking and teasing me about the modelling thing. However, I played along because it was funny. I saw him out the side of my eyes, without knowing or thinking I lent into his touch. Heart rising in the Apple where his finger brushed.

“I couldn’t agree with you more.... I just... guess... it never occurred to me... how vital those moments are to hold on to.” I said finding my voice. He took the frames from me and I let him. “Thompson maybe a little bigger than here, however the size doesn’t really matter.

Kenz’s mom, Ruth. And Jenna’s parents Richard and Emma, grew up with my dad Will. Ruth and dad went to the same college, where dad met my mom.

And Ruth met Kenzi’s dad. I guess I was lucky that mom and dad fell madly in love, where as Kenz’s dad.....” I trailed off, because it wasn’t my story to tell. She didn’t know her dad, and she never wanted to know about him. “All I know is that he was from the same town as my mom. But that’s all.”

Shaking my head my cheeks turned a deep red with the embarrassment of putting childhood pictures up. “Oh no... no...” However, he had a point. “Family is for life...” and they were more than family to me. I resigned myself to the idea. “Of course, you would want to put them up. You love photographs.” I really wanted to see his work even more now.

My hands reached into the box to remove the other layer of bubble wrap. At seeing what sat in the box next, my heart leapt, beat faster but the sensation was the same as when I was nervous around Collin.

“Mom and dad...” is all I said. These were some of my most loved pictures of them from my childhood.

❁ Collin ❁

My mouth seemed to flood with saliva when her cheek stained a deeper shade of pink. I nodded when she explained about #Kenzi's dad.

Another puzzle piece fell into place. The Great Wolf building connection with another tribe... and curiosity flared up in me about which one it could be, but it was too soon to dive into her genetic history.

"Everyone loves photographs!" I pointed out with a laugh. "But that, not the point, you are the greatest thing your parent ever did, and they obviously thought that these moments were important enough to freeze. You should come to my house and I'll even the playing field with the ones I have up."

I knelt on the floor beside her and lay my hand on her back making a slow soothing movement. "Your mom is beautiful... you like so alike." I smiled and kept my eyes on the pictures.

❁ Harper ❁

I opened my lips to disagree with him, to say not everyone did like photographs. However, it was something that I knew my family did like.

“Dad used to have the main hall filled with them. Mom started it before....” she died. “Most of these lived on those walls, before Jenna and Dam - moved in.”

My fingers moved over the one with my mom hugging me as a baby. “She was so beautiful... dad always says she was out of his league... however she used to counter with her heart was the kindest she’d ever seen.”

I was thinking of them dancing in the kitchen when I felt Collin’s hand on my back. I brushed my hair over one shoulder, hearing the invitation to his place to look at his baby photos. “You think I look like her?” I smiled watching him as he looked and took in the photos. There was so much warmth there, and care. He really wanted to see this part of me.

“I like thinking it is true.” I set the photo frames to the side careful not to damage them. Glancing into the box, smiling from ear to ear. “And ... this is what you wanted to see... mom’s work.. or at least a few of my favourites.”

The first was of the lake, then of the girls and me playing by the lake, dad holding me, and then dad in the lake. They all brought back so many good memories.

❁ Collin ❁

"Well... judging by his moustache I might agree!" I chuckled. "But it’s the heart that counts." I smiled.

I turned my attention back to her and ran a fingertip along her nose. "You have her nose and her lips."

I beamed at the artwork. "Oh wow... she really was good. These are incredible." I picked up the one of the child sleeping on a man's shoulder. "You and your father?" It sounded like a question, but it was clear.

"Beautiful." I muttered to myself, scanning each one carefully.

❁ Harper ❁

“Hey... he told me it was a phase. One my mom explained was over if he wanted to keep kissing her.”

Smiling, my nose tickling as he touched it, this feeling is calm washed over me again and the pull to stay close to him was back.

I shook my head free from these thoughts. Was this how mom and dad.... Biting my lips. ‘Nope. No way. This was crazy people thinking ’ I told myself. We were just getting to know one another. “I love the thought of having something of hers in me.” I told him.

“She really was talented, wasn’t she?” Nodding my head, my eyes tracing the water colour painting my mom had made. And then once again I found myself watching him taking it all in.

“Dad loved to watch her paint, to give her time alone. So, he would try to keep me busy, and she still painted us and not everything she had around her...” I couldn’t stop the smile “She was amazing.” I whispered more to myself.

❁ Collin ❁

I couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Hey, you have to respect a woman that knows what she wants." I listened to her... my eyes moving from the paintings to her and back. They were such beautiful paintings... and it was clear she had a clear style if you put these between other similar pieces by other artists; you could quickly pick out which ones she had painted.

"She really was, and you have so much more of her than that. We aren't half of our mom and half of our father... we are all of both of them. Who we are is determined by how those souls combine to become one person and the paths we choose? For people like #Kenzi... they get all of the parent that chose to stay and the path shapes the rest of them."

I heard her whisper and leaned in to kiss her cheek, I couldn't protect her from missing her parents. I didn't want to; it was something she needed to do... it was something that proved how fiercely they loved her. But I could protect her from missing them alone.... not always but right now. "I would have loved to meet them... but I feel like the more I know you; the more I know them too."

❁ Harper ❁

The kiss to my cheek made me smile some more. How could it be possible to spend time with another person and feel this happy?

#Nova had curled up beside us and was watching with drifting eyes. The baby girl really wanted to sleep, however she didn’t want to miss out on anything.

Setting the paintings down I turned to face him now. I was a little taken aback by what I was hearing him say. For a man to have such in-depth thoughts and a level of understanding had to be refreshing.

“You’re nothing like... I expected you to be you know that?” I quickly continued before he misunderstood me. “I mean, guys I see and talk to, they...”

I thought for a moment. “...they don’t have this level of understanding or insight. They want to drink and party and... well... just have a mad fun time.” He wasn’t like that. Not from what I saw.

“Is there something you are hiding?” I wave my hand in front of him. “You are a weekend party boy in hiding right? It’s all about the raving?” I was smiling and teasing now as I spoke.

I could hear #Kenzi telling me to stop. To stop waiting for the other shoe to drop. And to have some faith.

❁ Collin ❁

I got where she was coming from… but when you had a direct link to the minds of a packs worth of other guys… From the mature, to immature… artistic to wild… enlightened and well…. Not so much. It gave a pretty grounded sense of the world; I had grieved for parents and grandparent. I had felt the heartbreak of more breakups than I had to my name. I missed friends and family that had left or passed away… Sometimes a few of those things all at once. But I had loved people before I really met them or knew them. I had felt the joy of holding your baby for the first time, first kisses… first loves… only loves. The sight of a bride walking to her groom through his eyes... so… I would never trade it. At least… not yet. I smiled at Harper at the thoughts.

I laughed and shook my head at her. “Oh yeah… I’m totally a secret raver. Warehouse parties… body paint… the whole nine yards.” I brushed her hair behind her ear and smiled. “No hiding… but there a lot about me I want to tell you… and a lot about you I want to learn. But we have time… at least… I really hope we do.” My eyes settled on hers and I smiled. “This isn’t like one of those situations when you met someone you like and you feel like there’s a clock ticking down… how fast or slow things are supposed to move. It all feels kind of… limitless, you know?”

❁ Harper ❁

“Oh, I so called it! Warehouse raves... yes... so, you...” I laughed softly, my eyes on him. Goosebumps covered my skin as his fingers brushed my hair out of my face. I listened to him, and what he was attempting to say. And surprisingly some aspect of it made perfect sense. I just couldn’t put my finger on why or how.

However, as we were being honest with one another I felt a pull to tell him my fears. “I know what you mean, and yet I don’t understand why I do.” My eyes were on him, and I knew this was so confusing for me. So, I was sure I wasn’t making any sense to him.

“I’ve always been the one who tells others to slow down, to take their time and to really get to know someone before jumping in. And I do truly believe in this advice. But when I’m with you. I tell you things I’d never tell someone I just met. I feel.... well.... like I can open up to this... to you... and it’s a little scary.” Biting my lips, my eyes dropped a little.

“I don’t have the best track record when it comes to men...”

❁ Collin ❁

I laughed... Spirits... Laughing with her was so easy, so freeing.

I smiled at her saying she was the sensible one, telling people to go slow and take their time. "Yeah, me too." I smiled. At least when it wasn't an imprint. "I have my fair share of bad choices too. The last time... I didn't listen to my own advice... I didn't follow my instincts and it ended badly. But my instincts are telling me to follow my heart now." I smiled, my eyes connecting with hers. "So... here I am."

❁ Harper ❁

Slowly I allowed my eyes to lift until I found him watching me.

My head tilting to the side as I listened to what he was sharing with me. His ex, had been the person he’d gotten #Nova with. My eyes moved to her now asleep, and then back to him.

“We don’t always listen to those small voices, and we really should have some faith in them.” However, the fact that his voice was telling him to be here.

“I’m glad both our hearts are saying the same.” Biting my lips, my cheeks flushing.

❁ Collin ❁

I rested my hand on her shoulder, leaning in with a warm smile. “Me too.” I whispered and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

The new warmth spread across my chest and my heart pounded. I touched my forehead to hers, the tip of my nose touching hers. My eye closed and the cooler touch of her skin was like a cold compress on a fever. Soothing... relieving. Grounding.

“It’s so much easier to breath when I’m near. Like I never realized how hard it been... until you walk in and there’s suddenly more air.”

The came easily, and there was no regret, no doubt.

❁ Harper ❁

My eyes closed for the moments his lips touched mine. The sweet tenderness from his kiss sent a flush over my cheek, and my ears tickled.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself touching my lips. Smiling, before my hand found his and I squeezed it. Listening to everything he shared with me. “I know the feeling, however add to it that magnetism you bring with you?” Was it mad for me to share this?

“When you come into a room, there is something about you. There is a pull I feel deep in my chest tugging me to you.” I hide my face. Saying it out loud, hearing myself say it. “Sorry, that’s... I hear how it sounds...” lord help me!

“It’s okay if you want to run now.” I half laughed trying to hide my embarrassment.

❁ Collin ❁

I couldn't help but smile when she pressed her fingers to her lips after I'd kissed her. She wrapped her hand around mine and my insides turned to jelly.

I chuckled softly when she got embarrassed. "I like how it sounds." I drew her a little closer and smiled, tilting her face back up to mine. "And I don't want to run, not at all. I've never been more sure of anything in my life than I am of that.

❁ Harper ❁

My heart skipped a few more beats, as his arm moved to draw me in. The warmth I always felt around him making my cheek blush a deep red when he spoke.

“So much for keeping a little mystery.” My voice had become a whisper, and my eyes moved to take in his smile. My deep brown eyes flicker to find his again. “Let’s be foolish together.” I said more as a reminder to myself. The more I gave him chances to walk away the more he moved closer. ( or pulled me in closer. )

The moment froze for me, all I could see was him again, and the sound of the song from my dreams and my time with him hummed in the air.

❁ Collin ❁

I was as still as I could be, like if I moved off made a sound I would shatter the moment. I dare to move my hand just to stroke her hair. "Oh, trust me, Harper. You still mystify me. But something tells me... You'll never stop doing that."

I chuckled softly and wrapped my arm around her shoulder and held her closet me. Spirits... it was like coming home for the first time after far too long away.

"I'm really starting to like the sound of that." I whispered.

❁ Harper ❁

“Me too...” is all I could reply.

Moving into his side I rested my head on his shoulder. It wasn’t something I ever felt I could do. Just rest my head and close my eyes.

But with him, it felt so natural, no thought had to be given into how he would perceive it. And it occurred to me. I didn’t want to run; I didn’t want to push him away. And that thought in itself should have scared the life out of me. And if I were honest with myself, it did.

However, at the same time there had been a whisper in my mind. Telling me to ‘𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒽’.

“Thank you for today.” Turning my head, I kissed his cheek, before resting back on his shoulder.

We were sat here on the floor of my bedroom, amongst the memories of my past and for the first time, I wanted to see what the future held in its hands for us.

[chinxino5-blog]

bare feet

original story - [ suspense ] warnings: gore, drug usage, death, etc. 3521 words

author’s note:  hey, i know this is different. but if you’re interested in what my writing is like probably at the best of times, i’d say this is one of my best styles and though the plot’s a little bit odd, i really like what i did with it. give it a read if you’re interested. sorry it’s not a fanfic.  little note at the bottom of the fic too

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Curiosity killed the cat.

Now I’m sure most people have heard such a phrase many times throughout their lives, usually when sticking their noses into places they shouldn’t be.

But satisfaction brought it back.

I’m also pretty certain that a number of people will smartly reply with the rest of the saying if they benefited from their nosey-ness.

No one likes it when someone pushes into a situation uninvited. Humans love their own privacy. They also love to hold secrets out of the reach of others. However, as humans, we crave the secrecy of knowing something we shouldn’t. If there’s a secret? You want to hear it. You want to know about it. Even if you say you don’t, even if you let it be and respect their privacy. Oh how you wish you knew.

But don’t feel guilty now, that’s not why I’m here. I’m here to tell you that curiosity is a lovely thing. It’s a beautiful, rewarding human trait that we all possess from the moment we are birthed into existence. The moment we start crying in the little white hospital bed. We can’t think, we can’t speak, we can’t even open our eyes. But each little touch or sound or smell or taste. It ignites this feeling inside of us. This craving, this yearning. This want to know. This need to know what is going on.

Curiosity. How beautiful.

And the phrase runs true. Although curiosity can cause trouble, whatever satisfaction may come out is usually worth it. But, may I ask, what happens if curiosity does not lead to satisfaction? What if you don’t find what you want? What if these secrets you craved lead to only despair?

Figuratively, I guess you could say that the cat stays dead.

I guess this time, that cat is me and it is not all as figurative as some might assume.

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Seventeen days ago, my older sister didn’t come home from work. I heard Mum and Dad speaking of her after I was supposedly asleep. Dad was mad, but Mum was worried. They said she just wanted attention. They told me she’d come home tomorrow.

She wasn’t back the next day. A call from the school. A call from her boss. A second night of angry yelling and quiet sobbing.

Fifteen days ago, my older sister had her photo printed in the paper, under seven big, bolded letters: MISSING

Three days ago, curiosity lurked behind my eyes and I decided; I had to find my sister. I started planning. I spent four hours in her room, searching for something – anything – that would point me in the right direction. I spent three hours in her room, crying and begging her ceiling to give me back my sister. It remained unmoved and silent. It judged me.

Two days ago, my curiosity and I found her notebook. The velvet cover fell open and the yellowed pages glared up at me. The delicately curved words whispered to each other. They called me intrusive. They called me rude. They told me I had no place there. Guilt slithered in snakes around my neck, hanging from me and nipping at my throat. When I closed the book, I shamefully tucked it into my backpack, and returned to my room. The girl in the mirror judged me with disgust painted in her eyes.

Last night, I stayed with the book until the sun rose once more, to stare me down. My eyes were burning, and my mouth was dry. The book melted in my hands. The inked thoughts blurred into the paper. Ink stained the pads of my thumbs. My body was rusted, curled up around the book.

Monday, 5/6

Mum and Dad are too unfair. They don’t allow me to be with anyone. All I want is the chance to live. Dad didn’t even let me go to a movie with Jamie! I just wanted to hang out with him! It’s not fair. He told Amy that he thought I was pretty, and I’ve been crushing on him for weeks. And now I lost my chance.

It’s not fair.

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I read my sister’s heart through dry, blue ink and touched her soul with the flip of each page. I learnt about a girl who was unlike my darling sister. I read about a girl who desired boys, a girl who detested our parents’ protection. A girl who was spiteful, and daring and used harsh words that snapped at me from the book. I learnt about the girl who my sister only showed to her diary.

A girl who was my sister. A girl who did some things she shouldn’t have done. A girl who I still adored.

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Friday, 7/7

There’s a new girl in my English class. Her name is Kylie and she has blue hair and a nose piercing. She wanted to show me something after school, and oh my god it was so much fun! She has this dealer who hooks her up with weed once a month and it’s really convenient. We’ve made a little spot out behind the bike racks ours to smoke at during lunch and recess. My other friends keep giving my dirty looks now.

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Wednesday, 16/8

Kylie got expelled. She came to school hammered, and was sent home instantly. She won’t answer her phone, I think her dad took it off her. Understandable. Now I don’t really have any friends. Casey and Jenna totally ignored me in the cafeteria, and they didn’t look at me in class. I’m too scared to go sit with them.

I sit alone now.

I think I’ll go meet Kylie’s dealer on the weekend. She gave me his address the other day, I’ll have to find the post-it note. I don’t know what else to do but I really need a joint right now.

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A post-it note was stuck in the book at that page, a phone number and an address I’d never heard of before scrawled on the faded pink paper. Upon finding it, I faced away from the hateful sun and dived into my long-needed slumber. The book stayed clutched to my chest.

It was a piece of my older sister’s heart that she had left behind.

It was all I had left to find her.

Now I had the chance.

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That night, I left.

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I caught the late night bus out of the city to a more rural area. Everything was totally unknown to me and as the moon howled down at me, I realised how much could go wrong. The glare of my phone shone like a spotlight as I peered at the numbers on the letterboxes of each house I passed. 164, 166, 168…

I needed 239.

Cutting down another street I found myself surrounded by bushland area on one side, each plot of land growing larger. I kept walking. 227 passed, a dog barking and a lone horse raising its head. These areas had paddocks. I had no idea how I’d find her.

The cold bit at my elbows, my flip-flops slapping the pavement as my eyes fell upon the broken 239. The two was wonky and the nine had a crack running through it. The house was small and ragged, a shattered window at the front and a three legged chair on the “lawn”. The grass was patchy and yellow. A dead tree stood out the front. The front door hung slightly open.

All my senses heightened as I placed my backpack on the ground, and I examined the smashed window from where I stood at the footpath. Shards of glass glimmered on the dirt, the moon reflecting off them like a mirror. I carefully padded closer, making sure not to step on one, my flip-flops thin and old. I was stupid to wear them.

Surrounded by the glass, laid a shattered phone, silver and reflective on its own. I swallowed with a dry mouth and picked up the iPhone 7. Turning it over, the entire screen was a spider web of cracks. I brushed off the pieces of glass and pressed the top button.

The screen flickered, but turned on and my older sister’s smiling face showed up behind the mess of glass. My breathing caught in my throat. Unlocking it, I found her messages, and instantly recognised the ten-digit number as her most-recently contacted; the number scrawled on the post-it note in my pocket. I set my jaw, and opened the chat.

The words flickered behind the glass, the screen colouring green. In mere seconds, its insides had given up and no light shone from the disaster. I had read enough to be sure that my sister had been here in the past few weeks. She had contacted the dealer and he had given her the address on the note, and invited her over to give her the drugs.

I slipped the broken device into my pocket and looked to the open door, pure darkness swimming within.

My heart begged, “Go home!”

My curiosity pushed me forward.

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The door swung inwards, the softest groan sliding from its hinges. I abandoned my flimsy shoes at the door, fearing they would squeak and clap too loudly in the beyond-silent home. They watched from the door as I snuck into the dark room. The musky smell tickled my nose, caressing my body and staining my flesh and clothing.

My eyes held themselves open, trying to detect any single ray of light to lead me around the neglected house. The barest glow emitted from beneath a door to my right, slightly open and holding a large dent, and no handle. I turned the other way.

A few timid steps, and the floorboard beneath my left toes sunk under my weight, whining at the disturbance. Too loud, too loud!

“What are you doing in here!?” The burst of volume had me stumbling away, the silence shattering as I turned to look up at the man in the sad doorway. He was tall, but thin and held no muscle. Glasses sat crooked on his nose, his eyes looking over them at me with a lazy, annoyed expression. He didn’t look threatening in the slightest, but I was terrified.

Still, I dipped my toes in the water. “I’m looking for my sister, Rosemary. She came here fo-”

“Get out!” he snarled, taking two lumbering steps towards me. His eyes swam with fear, anger and he reeked of anxiety. He knew something. He was hiding something. And by his reaction, he was desperate not to reveal whatever secrets he held behind his back.

My feet backpedalled, and I watched his blood-shot eyes dart around the room, settling on me, and throwing themselves to the doorway to my right, and back. My mind willed me to leave. Run. Go. Get out and come back later. Call the police. Don’t stay there!              

I had come too far already. I swivelled on the spot and dashing into the next room, a gaping square splitting open the left side of the ground. “NO! You can’t go in there, get back here!” the man wailed, awkward footsteps dragging after me. I sucked in a breath, finding myself looking down into the darkness, a ladder attached the wall.

I wanted to know where it lead. I had to know. Not tomorrow, or next month. Now!      

The ladder was cold and I only realised how shaky I was when I was looking up at the drugged man above me, feet kicking at the rungs and hands hot against the icy metal. Fear shone in his eyes, and I watched as it was replaced with fury.

“Come back!” he roared, kicking the top of the ladder hard enough to send tremors through the metal and myself. I gasped, hands slipping and feet giving away as I fell two or three metres to the dirt below. The wind exploded out of my chest and I gasped in the pain. “Get up here! You can’t go down there!” The screeching followed me as I hauled myself up onto my feet. He sounded so desperate, so fearful. Dirt wriggled between my toes and I stumbled out of view of the entrance, already hearing the thudding of his clumsy body making its way after me.

Looking around the room, holding my ribs, I took in the huge plantation of a wide-leaf plant. Cannabis, and a lot of it. As terrified, and surprised as I was, I couldn’t stand and wait. I had no clue what this guy would do to me, especially affected by whatever he was smoking. I didn’t know what it would do to someone, especially someone who was angry, desperate and terrified.

I had to go.

The plants brushed against me, reaching out and touching my arms and ankles. My feet planted themselves among the greenery as I stopped and stared along the wall before me. The room was not huge, and it definitely wouldn’t hide me for long enough. As his voice rung out again, anger doubling in his tone, I hurried along the wall, ducking low below the height of the plants to be unseen from the other end of the room.

“You have to leave now!” he snarled, his voice lower and sharper. His voice had slowly returned to a even tone, seemingly more level with the world at present time. Perhaps my intrusion was drawing him down from the high the drug had driven him to.

I had to think of something.

“You little brat, I’ll get you myself if you don’t come out.” His words were closer and I heard the soft footfalls of his feet in the dirt as they wandered the room. I met a corner, cowering for a moment to keep further out of sight as I glimpsed the top of his head.

I started along the next wall and through the dim lighting, I found myself at a large wooden door. It looked solid, and heavy, but the brass key was already at home within its lock. Twisting it, experimentally, the mechanics shifted, allowing it to move. The wood gave half a millimetre. Open.

“Come on…” The muttering nipped at my ankles.

Now or never, I thought, gritting my teeth. Jamming the handle down, I hauled it back towards me and shot through the gap, key in hand. My bare feet slammed through ankle-deep water, jerking against the packed dirt of the tunnel. A tunnel it was, a dirt tunnel. A few lightbulbs hung from the ceiling, meaning some sort of wiring was working above, but the lighting was weak and the air carried a certain chill. It smelt… dead… Spoilt, rotting, off. Stale.

It offended my nose.

Water reared up at my ankles, outraged by my disturbance. It galloped after me, painting the back of my legs with mud, its splashing cries echoing up and back and up the tunnel, circling me as I tore into the darkness.

I skidded to a stop, water washing up over my knees as I faced a corner, the tunnel turning down to the left and curving into darkness. My stillness washed out all noise and I waited, not daring to even breathe. Back from where I’d come from, I could hear the steady, slow slopping of the drug dealer making his way after me. No haste in his step. No rush in his movements.

My curiosity wandered.

“You can’t go anywhere down here,” his voice bounced along the water, newfound confidence and joy. I felt the cold on my feet chase shivers up my spine. “The only way out is back.”

Fear penetrated my curiosity, and with wide eyes and a stuttering heartbeat, I launched my body forward once more, sprinting down the tunnel. There was nowhere to run. There was nowhere to hide. Just dirt walls and shallow water.

The hopelessness clawed its way between my ribs and into my lungs, squeezing and pinching my trachea.

“Keep running!” he yelled after me, words splashing up with the water. “You’ll see!”

No anger brushed his tone, no fear or worry. His voice was pure arrogant confidence. He knew I wouldn’t get out. He knew I wouldn’t be able to say a thing. He knew he would get me. He had me trapped.

A door. Another one. Push of the handle. Locked. My pulse sky-rocketed. I just stared at the wood.

It was locked. I needed the key. I had a key, but did I have the right key? I had no idea.

My fingers fumbled with the hot metal, warmed by my sweaty hands. I turned it around, flipped it over and sized it up to the lock. I had no choice, there was no other place that I could get a second key from. It had to be this one. It had to.

Come on. Come on!

The trembling in my fingers jerked the key away from the entrance to the lock several times. Each clink sent electricity pumping through my blood. I didn’t have time. I didn’t have time! The edge of the key jammed against the metal mechanics once more and I threw a hasty look over my shoulder.

Dim light ghosted over the space around me, but I could see nothing. It circled me, it held me, it watched with countless eyes as my fingers shook with fear and cold. The water around my feet held me frozen. I could hear distant sounds of water moving. Dripping, dribbling, sloshing.

I had to get through!

Splashing echoed around me, growing nearer. I wasn’t going to be alone for long!

Oh no.

I turned back to the lock and tightened my fingers around the sweaty key in my palm. I exhaled. Slowly. Carefully. I shoved the key into the lock and twisted.

It clicked. More slow splashing. The sound of feet disturbing the small stream of water that flowed beneath me.

My blue hands latched onto the door handle and I wrenched it open. It groaned with the weight of itself. It cried out in discomfort. It swung back towards me. It opened.

I ran.

Filthy water kicked up after me, shouting at me, snatching and scratching for my return. The cold called after me, howling in my ears. It called for me to stop. It called for me to turn and help. To go back for it. But I could do no such thing.

I had to go. I had to get out alive.

Hope swirled in my mind, though the lines between hopeful and desperate were beginning to blur. Whether I didn’t care, or I cared too much, I didn’t let it stay in my thoughts and I powered forwards. The water around my ankles receded, slowly. With each step, the droplets jumped lower, my feet hit the ground much harder.

The lightbulbs became more frequent and I could see further ahead. I had left the slow steps long behind.

A ladder, I thought, All I need is a ladder.

Instead, the tunnel produced a third door, a triplet. Hand steady, key in lock, door open. My swelling desperation/hope shied away as the door swung open. The stench hit me like a wave, sending me stumbling back with a hand over my face. It was rotten, and fowl. It inhaled every molecule of fresh air from above and stained me. I felt it cling to my hair. I felt it reach down my throat. It hugged me uninvited. It painted itself along my arms and legs.

My finger pinched my nose. I felt disgusting, breathing it into my mouth. I could taste it.

What could smell so awful?

Now. Boys, girls, strangers, friends. This is the part in my little story in which the little kitty was searching frantically for satisfaction. Any sort. A ladder; a way out was on the top of my mind. My highest hopes were to find my sister, of course. But all I wanted was satisfaction, all I wanted was to be brought back from the fear, the terror.

I was always positive, I never much thought of worst-case-scenarios. Usually, my positivity would prevent such cases.

Unfortunately, my positivity did nothing for me as I looked upon my sister’s 17-day old body, slouched against the back wall of the cell-like room. Her smell forced bile up my throat, and tears from my eyes. And God did I want to fall down beside her. I wanted to collapse and cry into her frozen body. To scream and shout and sob. But I couldn’t take a step towards her. I couldn’t even convince myself to breathe. I was frozen, and my whole body screamed to turn and run.

It was disgusting. It was revolting. My sister was dead. This man had left her to die by herself without food or water in a box, alone. She was dead. She was gone. Her body was right in front of me.

“Curiosity killed the cat.” The whisper in my ear. A hand in my hair. My head slammed against the door. I was out like a light.

There was no satisfaction to bring me back. No.

Not this time.

note: so this is something a little different, i know. but a couple of people mentioned they would be interested in an original story or two, so here is something i wrote last year for a school project. 

its actually better than most of my other writing i believe. the style is prettier and smoother and a little bit more vague. i think i might end up trying to write more like this in oneshots and such when i get the chance because it’s just so much nicer to read and write. 

either way, i have another tiny tiny 200 word fic i will post tomorrow maybe and then the next chapter of Cute will be up on Wednesday and I’ll have the bid-moo request fic up later in the week. 

let me know what you guys think! thanks a lot for all the support.

gi

[thetwoplayergays]

If you still wanted to do that writing prompt thing- either 47 and 48 paired together or 49 and 50 paired together with the boyf riends pl e a se

I couldn’t bring myself to write another angst one shot so I made fluff… too much fluff.Also thank you so much for the prompt! :)

47 - “Kiss me”48 - “Go on, I dare you”

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Even after the events of last Halloween Jake just had to throw his annual party didn’t he? There was no stopping the boy. His house burns down and all he can think about is getting drunk on a national holiday - though Michael did see some of the appeal given that he did get high quite often. But that’s on his own, in the comfort of his basement where had nothing but the games he played to judge him. At a party, everyone turns into hawks, seeking out their next prey.

Michael had learnt his lesson from last year and there was no way he was going anywhere near Jake’s house that night, let alone inside it with a hundred drunk horny teenagers. Jeremy had tried to convince him that if he just stayed by him all night everything would be fine, but Michael knew Jeremy’s limits and drunk Jeremy was not someone he wanted to be depending on for a whole night. This one time, Jeremy thought it was a good idea to steal a sip of his father’s wine while he was asleep in front of the TV. As much as Michael protested, he did it anyway.

Jeremy ended up chugging the whole bottle.

Regardless, Michael found himself outside the party waiting to help Jeremy get home. His best friend had drunk texted him about an hour ago saying things like “Hey Mlke, yOU th ink Pigeons have feelings.?” and “OmG dude Rich just made out with JAKEholy shit you gotta get ovAR here!!!!”

He had replied to Jeremy a few minutes later telling him to meet him outside but had heard back no response. He really didn’t want to go in there. He really didn’t want to have to go through that all over again, not even for a few seconds. But for Jeremy, he would. He knew that if Jeremy was wasted enough to not reply to his messages, there was no hope for him. And that’s when Michael came in.

Full of regret, he opened Jake’s front door. The sound of karaoke, chugging, sex and laughing immediately hit Michael like a bus and he already wanted to crawl under a table. Good to know Jake was partying right. Restless to get out of there, Michael wormed his way through the crowd of drunk teens until he eventually found Jeremy, Rich, Jake, Brooke, Chloe, Jenna and Christine gathered in a circle in the hallway. Most of them were flat out drunk, Michael noted, except for Christine (the presumably only responsible one there) and Jenna (who wanted to stay on high alert for any gossip to spill the next day). Jeremy was holding an iconic red plastic cup and laughing to himself, cheeks flushed and hair flown back with teenage grease. He looked pretty cute, Michael also noted.

“Michael! Oh thank goodness you’re here,” Christine cried, getting up from the circle and hauling Chloe with her. “I think it’s about time we all head home. Especially… ummm…”

She gestured to Jeremy, who was now being whispered something by Jake. The secret sentence shared between them made Jeremy even more flustered than he already was but nodded and smiled shyly. Michael didn’t really know what was going on and didn’t really care as to what the drunk teenagers were doing. That was, until Jeremy started to lean into Jake-

“OK THATS ENOUGH JEREMY GET UP!” He practically squeaked, yanking Jeremy off the ground before he could touch Jake. He noted the sight pout of Jake’s face until it shifted to a cheeky grin and a wink before turning back to Rich. Jeremy was a giggly mess as he said goodbye to everyone, heavily relying on Michael for support. Christine smiled and waved sweetly as the two left the household and soon it was just him and Jeremy waddling their way down the street towards Michael’s house.

“You really need to control your beer, dude,” Michael tried to break the awkward atmosphere between them, “this can’t happen every time you go to a party.”

Jeremy didn’t seem to be listening. He had a gigantic pout of his face and made a small huff at Michael.

“We were playing truth or dare.” He stated, a little louder than Michael would have wanted for someone who was pressed up against his ear.

“That’s great Jer.”

“Jake gave me a dare and you didn’t let me finish- *hic*- finish it! Now he’s gonna haaaate me Michael.”

His best friend sighed, “no ones gonna hate you for not completing a dare Jeremy.”

“But Miiiichael it was impoooortant!”

The two stumbled into the house and made their way slowly up to Michael’s room. After laying Jeremy down on his bed he sent a quick text to Jeremy’s dad to let him know his son was ok and was going to start getting ready for bed when he felt a hand tank on his hoodie, pulling him back into bed until he was faced with Jeremy climbing onto his lap and staring at him intently. The situation was all too sudden for Michael and, needless to say, his face soon matched the shade of his hoodie.

“JEREMY! What are you doing-”

“Since I couldn’t do it to Jake can I do my- *hic*- dare on you?” He stuttered, gripping to Michael’s shirt in fear of toppling backwards.

“Your… dare?”

“YESSS the dare! The one you wouldn’t let me do you… you meanie!”

Michael couldn’t help but giggle at the sight before him. Jeremy was sitting on Michael’s lap, practically straddling him, trying not to fall backwards out of laughter. His hair was a mess and his face was still bright red from the alcohol in his system. Needless to say, Jeremy wasn’t going to remember any of his in the morning… so what the hell.

“What was the dare?”

“You gotta let me do it fiiiirst.”

Michael sighed, “and why is that?”

“Cause..” Jeremy shifted awkwardly. “You might say no…”

Michael couldn’t help but laugh. He smiled at his friend. “Ok Jer. I promise I won’t back down. Whatever you’ve got for me I can take it! What did Jake say?”

Michael knew exactly what Jake had said before Jeremy even opened his mouth. He saw the look on his face after he had whispered the dare to Jeremy. He knew what he was about to hear.

“Kiss me.”

Michael didn’t need to be told twice.

He grabbed his best friend’s face and smashed their lips together. He didn’t really care that he had no idea what he was doing, the kiss was perfect all the same - even with the clattering teeth and skewed glasses.

Jeremy, however, had other ideas and he scrambled away after a couple of seconds leaving Michael extremely concerned.

“W…what?” He said, worried he had messed everything up. Their friendship, their partnership. Had he been reading it wrong?

Jeremy sat there pouting until he finally spoke: “I was meant to kiss you! That doesn’t count!”

Michael stared at his best friend for a couple of seconds before bursting out laughing, leading to a very flustered Jeremy shouting at him to stop it. He eventually managed to calm himself down enough to look back at Jeremy. And he smiled. Even if Jeremy didn’t remember anything in the morning, it would all be worth it. Just to know that he felt the same, that he was still the same Jeremy he had loved for how many years. Jeremy might not remember, but he would.

With that thought in mind. He swung his arms around his best friend’s neck and leaned in close.

“Go on, I dare you.”

Jeremy didn’t need to be told twice.

[jishwatylrandtop]

Perfect-A Josh Dun Imagine

Based off of Ed Sheeran’s song Perfect. Check it out my frens it’s pretty sick. I’ll get on with it. Hope you enjoy.

TW: slight cursing?

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You and Josh had been best friends since you were little. You’ve been attached at the hip ever since he punched the kid that pushed you over and yanked your pigtails in first grade. You went to the same junior high and high school as well, and everywhere you guys went you always got the same question, “Why aren’t you two dating yet?”

At first it always bothered you because you and Josh were best friends and nothing more, and you couldn’t understand why society couldn’t just accept that guys and girls could be friends and nothing more. You were his wingwoman. always helping score dates or kisses with his crushes by talking him up to all the girls or distracting other boys. seduction seemed to be one of your greatest skills, as Josh once mentioned after you would willingly stick your tongue down a guys throat as a distraction. Over time, though, the question bothered you less and less.

Things got harder during college when you went to Ohio State and Josh stayed at home, but you always met up on weekends and days you weren’t stuck with shittons of homework. You were both in the same city, but heading on different paths, but despite that you two were still as close as ever. Soon, however, he got into twenty one pilots, and the friendship went worldwide. It hurt that your best friend was so far away, but whenever he got back in town, you were always the first on his list.

That brings you to now, sitting on Jenna’s couch waiting for the boys to come home while reminiscing about your elementary escapades with Josh while Jenna laughs out of pure entertainment while you retold the story of the previously mentioned make-out distraction which Josh calls ‘the seduction expedition.’ His words not yours.

“So you actually made out with this random dude from your class just so Josh could get some action, really Y/N?”

“We were freshmen, Jen. Would you have rather I strip tease as a distraction?” you laughed at Jenna’s reaction.

“OH gosh no!” She yelled while gasping for breath.

“Could you imagine, Jenna?” you began ��little 14 year old me with no tits stripping to help my best friend score?” You both broke into hysterics again only to be interrupted by the doorbell.

“Y/n could you get that I have to grab something to show you.”

“Sure Jen.” You drag yourself off the couch and to the door. Opening the door while shout back at Jenna “Just wait ‘til you hear about Josh falling out of a tree to get a girl’s attention.” You chuckle to yourself turning back to the door. “Oh Tyler. Sorry I was just telling your wife embarrassing stories about our best friend.”

“It’s alright” he chuckles as he pulls you in for a hug. “It’s good to see you again.” You step aside and allow him in.

“Jen it’s for you” you call for Jenna, and she comes bolting down the stairs, and flings herself into her husbands arms. They hug for nearly a minute before they let go, and even then they just stare at each other. Feeling awkward for interrupting you decide to take your leave. “uh, sorry to interrupt this beautifully tearful reunion, but I’ll head out so you two have some alone time.”

“No please, y/n” Tyler begins “I would love to hear all the embarrassing things Josh did before I knew him.”

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“He didn’t?” Tyler giggled at the latest story about yours and Josh’s escapades. 

“He did! He jumped in the 5 degree water because he was trying to impress his crush.” You wheezed while you thought about the look on his face when he jumped in. You smiled to yourself.

“Did it work?” Jenna asked from her spot on Tyler’s lap.

“No that’s the best part. She was so unimpressed.” 

“Did it impress you?” Tyler asked, smirking for a reason unknown to you. 

“A little. I never would’ve done it.” You clutched your stomach, the three of you flailing around with laughter. You were happy with Tyler and Jenna, but you felt a hole because your best friend was missing. 

“You okay y/n?”

“Yeah, Ty. Just missing Josh s’all.” You shrug. “Where is he anyway?” 

“He had a rough couple of nights the past couple of weeks.” Tyler replied. “I’m sure he’s just catching up on sleep. He’ll visit soon.” 

“Is he okay? What happened?” 

“His anxiety spiked, but he’s okay. Calm down y/n”

“I know I’m sorry. I’m just worried about him ‘cause–”

“Cause you’re in love with him.” Tyler finished for you. 

“I-I’m” you stuttered shocked at the accusation. “I’m not in love with Josh. Are you insane?”

“Think about it y/n.” There you sat, thinking about Josh and how he is the only source of light in your life. You think about his smile and his crinkly eyes and his laugh. You think about the times when you hang out together, and how at those times it’s like nothing else matters. You think about all your romantic relationships and how none of them have worked, and you think about the cause and how none of them have made you feel like the way that Josh made you feel.

“Oh my God I’m in love with Josh.”

“Ding ding ding. We have a winner. Tyler you owe me five bucks.” 

“Guys this isn’t a joke! What do I do?” 

“You love him.”

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You go home after a couple of hours with Tyler and Jenna. The revelations taking their toll on you, and as soon as you get home you fall on your couch and fall asleep. 

You wake again, a couple hours later to an incessant and annoying pounding. You check your phone, noting the 3:00 shining back at you. The knocking continues, realizing its the door, you stand, fix your hair, straighten the dress you fell asleep in, and head to the door. “Who the fuck is at my door at 3 in the fucking morning?” you mumble on your way to the door. “What the fuck-Oh Josh?” 

“Y/n!” He grabs you by the waist and pulls you into a hug. Oh how you missed his hugs. “I’ve missed you so much.” 

“I missed you too, Jishy.” You pull back. “What brings you here at this ungodly hour where no one should be standing let alone awake.” You giggle.

“Sorry,y/n. I know its late, or early, or…whatever, but I’m awake and jet-lagged as hell, but most importantly I missed my best friend. Come on, let’s go.” 

“Jish, it’s 3 am. Where could we possibly go? Nothing’s open.”

“I planned a picnic come on.” He smiles that crinkly smile, and your resolve disappears. 

“Alright, Jishy. Let me get my shoes.” You run upstairs to your bathroom to fix your makeup and hair. Grabbing your shoes, you rush downstairs and out the door, locking it behind you, and to Josh’s car. 

“Buckle up, buttercup.”

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You and Josh drive outside of town to a field on the edge of a forest. He pulls out a couple of blankets, a picnic basket, and a small speaker. “Josh this place is beautiful how’d you find it?” He sets a blanket down, and places the basket and speaker down on top of it. Plugging in his phone, he turns on his music turns toward you. 

“I found it a while ago when I needed to sort through some things in my head. I thought it was pretty refreshing.” 

“It wonderful” you said as you stared at the stars. There was little light pollution over the field so you could multitudes of stars, something you always loved to see. 

Josh stared right at you, “It sure is.” 

Unaware of his gaze you turn to the picnic. Slipping off your shoes and taking a seat, you begin to pull out the contents of the basket. “Hey drummer boy, are you gonna join me, or am I going to have to eat this dessert feast by myself?” 

“I’m coming, princess, calm down.” You laugh.

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Josh’s POV

Y/n and I spend the next hour and a half laughing, talking, reminiscing all while stuffing our faces with all different kinds of desserts. Y/n was in the middle of retelling a story about a hobo who she found chasing a rat when the song playing through the speaker caught her attention.

“I found a love for me.  Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead. Well I found a girl, beautiful and sweet. I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.”

“Oh my gosh I love this song.” She stood and began to twirl and sway to the music. 

I watched her dance lightly, unable to keep my love for her from showing on my face. Luckily, she didn’t notice. She just danced and danced to the music playing from my phone. “I know. You wouldn’t shut up about it. It’s all you talked about.” I replied. She stopped and stared at me. Her y/e/c eyes met mine, and I felt my heart speed up a little. God, she was beautiful. 

“Dance with me” was all she said. Pulling me to my feet and bringing my hands to her waist, we slowly rocked to the music playing softly from my speaker. 

“’Cause we were just kids when we fell in love not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time But darling just kiss me slow Your heart is all I own And in your eyes you’re holding mine”

“Can I tell you something?” she whispered looking up at me through her eyelashes. She took my breath away. God, why couldn’t I just tell her how in love with her I am. 

“Yeah.” I whispered back. I don’t know why we were whispering, it just felt right, like we didn’t want to ruin whatever moment we were trapped in

“I was with Ty and Jenna earlier, and I realized something” she began  “something that could change everything.” She glanced to our feet, blushing. 

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms barefoot on the grass listening to our favorite song”

“Give me a second this is hard for me.” She let out a breath. “This thing has always been there, you know, and it really didn’t hit me til today…god, I’m a mess.” She let out a breathy laugh, playing with her fingers that were linked on the back of my neck. Why was she nervous. 

“When you said you looked a mess I whispered underneath my breath But you heard it Darling, you look perfect tonight”

“Why are you so nervous y/n? It’s just me.” 

“I’m nervous because this could ruin everything!” She stilled,but her hands remained wrapped around my neck. “I’m nervous because this realization changed everything and if I don’t say anything it’ll eat me up inside.” She sighed.  “I’m nervous because we promised that we will always be honest with each other, but this is the only thing that I have ever doubted telling you.” Then quietly, like I wasn’t supposed to hear, “I’m nervous ‘cause I could lose you.”

“Well I found a woman Stronger than anyone I know She shares my dreams  I hope that someday I’ll share her home” 

“You won’t lose me, y/n.” She looked up, surprised that I had heard her. “Whatever it is it won’t scare me away.” I smiled. “I’m here to stay.” 

“I found a love to carry more than just my secrets to carry love, to carry children of our own”

“Okay here it goes.” Her eyes met mine, once again taking my breath, and all my coherent thoughts, away. “I’m in love with you, Josh Dun. I’ve been in love with you for years. I’ve been in love with you for so long that I can’t even remember when it began, and I know you don’t feel the same, and I’m sorry if this makes our friendship weird, but I’m so in love with you it takes my breath away, and I don’t want to be anywhere else when I’m with you.” 

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Your POV

There was a pause. You held your breath waiting for any reaction from Josh. Still there was silence, so you unlatched your finger from Josh’s neck. “I’i m sorry I-I” You pulled away, readying yourself to run. This was a huge mistake. But you suddenly find yourself pulled against Josh’s chest with strong hands holding you still and Josh’s lips moving against yours. Bliss.

“We are still kids, but we’re so in love fighting against all odds  I know that we’ll be alright this time Darling just hold my hand  Be my girl, I’ll be your man I see my future in your eyes”

Josh smiled that Cheshire cat-like grin. “I’ve been wanting to do that for years.” Relief flooded your face and you laughed. 

“Me too, Jishy. Me too.” You pulled him against you again. Chests meeting chests, lips meeting lips. Hearts meeting hearts. 

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms barefoot on the grass Listening to our favorite song When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful I don’t deserve this  Darling, you look perfect tonight”

“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Josh laughed looking at you like you tend to look at the stars. 

“Because we’re idiots.” You leaned against Josh, burying your face in his neck. He kissed your hair. 

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.” 

“And I’m yours.” You smiled. Your lips meet Josh’s once again.

“Now that I’m allowed to do that I don’t want to stop.” Josh kissed all over your face.

“Me either.” 

“I love you so much, y/n.”

“I love you too, Jishy.”

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark With you between my arms Barefoot on the grass Listening to our favorite song I have faith in what I see Now I know I have met an angel in person And she looks perfect No, I don’t deserve this You look perfect tonight”

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“I’ll keep you safe.”

                PROMPTS LIST  -  ACCEPTING SELECTIVELY.  /  @totheband

           there is one annoying thread that always seems to hang off of her uniform.   it dangles off the cuff of the right sleeve,  tickling a purple spot on her arm,  and no matter how many times jenna  CUTS  the tie,  it eventually returns.   she just so happens to be fiddling with this string when her phone rings that night.   she’s distracted,  an open faced soon - to - be savory pie demanding the majority of her attention,  so the call is assumed to be from dawn or becky.  (  they’re the  ONLY ONES  who phone her nowadays.  )  there is,  in fact,  a southern drawl on the other line,  but not the feminine one she was expecting.  jenna feels her blood run cold,  and stops stirring a vat of bitter chocolate as an infamous voice slurs down the receiver.   jenna.    it is not a question,  but a demand.  

          her name,  her  REAL  name,  something she hears less nowadays,  is thrown at her two more times before she responds.   she doesn’t need to ask who.  instead,  she asks what he wants,  attempting to mask the shake in her voice.  that always used to give him satisfaction,  and after the scene in the hospital,  she had tried to keep up the same level of solid bravery.  the inquiries about her  personal life  are more so for earl’s own enjoyment  (  “you’ve probably been fuckin’ every other mailman,  haven’t you,  jenna?”  )  as he’s practically howling,  but it’s when he mentions lulu that he goes a bit too far.   when he requests to see both hunterson girls,  the waitress denies his request immediately,  his tipsy state only more of a reason to say no.  unfortunately,  he uses this to segway,  knowing that he’s now successfully wormed his way under her skin.

          you two movin’ on just fine without me?   yes, earl.  a definite yes,  even if you won’t go away.   you got a house?   a place to live, earl.  you will never know the address.   a job?   same as always,  earl,  makin’ pies.   huh. another man?   (  yes. would she tell earl that?  hell no.  in his mind,  she still belonged to him.  )  no, earl.          and if he had been under the same roof,  the house would have rattled with the force of his scream,  and the tangent that came after.           LIAR !   you’re  STILL  lyin’ to me,  and even when you still own my last name.  i saw that article in the springfield gazette.  you won that goddamn contest,  said a boyfriend inspired the pie.  does this dick know you’re a goddamned whore,  jenna?   you think he’d wanna stay with someone like you?  i’m the  ONLY  person who can handle all your shit!  what kind of  GIRL  are you gonna raise - ?   –––––  AND SHE HANGS UP.

        her phone is thrown to the other end of the counter,  and jenna curses her own name,  knowing lulu is asleep upstairs.  the device is retrieved just as quick,  the now - finished  (  i hate my ex - husband !  )  pie left behind.  a few have asked her how she is,  if she needs any help,  but as usual,  she gravitates towards dewey. still,  all while knowing she can ask for help,  jenna  ATTEMPTS  to come across as unbothered.  this, however, is terribly untrue.  her lungs are clouded with panic,  head buzzing with a series of slurred insults,  bruises that will never heal almost burning through her skin at the mere thought of being touched.  she makes the executive decision to keep both her  AND  lulu home tomorrow,  as the sinking feeling that earl may try to surprise them in public is all too real.  not even attempting to fight back tears,  she curls up in a kitchen chair,  the pie on the counter left untouched. 

        THE NEXT MORNING  is a hangover without alcohol inducing her symptoms.  she looks like a mess  -  hair matted,  mascara runny,  and that same string hanging off her uniform again.   (  she’d fallen asleep in the kitchen.  )   lulu is sent out to spend some quality time with becky,  but solely for the reason that jenna knows her fellow waitress will tolerate  NONE  of earl’s shit if he does happen to appear.  alone,  she feels guilt for leaving a more dire situation so ambiguous,  and asks dewey over  “for morning coffee”.  the pie from the night before is thrown out,  and the drink in question put on.  jenna figures this won’t be so much as to talk about her ex,  but to  FORGET  him,  to see her boyfriend.  aside from lulu,  no one makes her happier.             he’s met at the door with her looking frail;  the most she’s done to gussy up is throw her bathrobe over some clean pajamas.  that’s better than the uniform,  she’d figured.  when she does converse,  it is in one - word answers,  as  EVERY QUIP  that passes her lips can be used to prove earl’s point.   you think he’d wanna stay with someone like you?   jenna’s verbal skills are eventually stripped down to staring  VACANTLY  into her coffee cup,  face beginning to contort into a familiar look.  god,  she’s too old to be such a crybaby.  the waitress’ shoulders heave,  and she takes one last breath,  a final  (  unsuccessful  )  attempt at holding back her tears.  her entire demeanor is childlike now,  as she slowly crumbles,  and whispers in the way a young girl would.

            ❝   ––  he scares me.  ❞    

          &  it’s as if she doesn’t hear him at first.  the way she blinks back absentmindedly,  or how her jaw goes a bit slack are both indications of someone stuck in disbelief.   her father,  her ex husband,  the men in her life who were  SUPPOSED  to protect her were the ones who did just the opposite.  yet, now, in front of her, the role had finally been filled.  jenna’s fingers curl around her coffee cup,  and she knows that the bruises adorning her arms must be visible in her robe.  for once,  she is not self - conscious of them.  she does not  NEED  to be,  as dewey has managed to earn her  respect and adoration  without thinking he has to mark her for it.  jesus,  she appreciates every last thing he does.  dewey finn is sweeter than a dream.  dewey finn is,  for lack of a better word, a  GOOD MAN.         there are about a million thoughts running through her mind  (  everybody wants to know what’s inside.  )  such as the common theme that she  DOESN’T  deserve him.   what on earth had she done that made him   care   this much about her ?  does he realize what a  BURDEN  keeping her safe is ?  what an absolute task she is herself ?  mulling over   THE NEGATIVE,   jenna knows just what she wants to say.  i’m sorry,  i’m sorry,  i’m sorry,  i’m so incredibly sorry -

            ❝   i love you.  ❞

[theres-a-fine-line-fic]

Chapter Thirty Seven- It Is So Different From Yesterday

It didn't take long for Josh and I to get seated in the restaurant. It seemed fairly busy, with tables upon tables of families and small children running around everywhere. I couldn't help but to feel a little tug on the old heartstrings watching them. Josh followed my line of vision, twisting in his chair until he noticed a family with two toddlers and a tiny baby. The baby couldn't have been any older than about 2 weeks old.

“Ava, I'm sorry, I didn't think. Do you want to go elsewhere? We don't need to stay here if you don't want to...” Josh trailed off, looking as if he was upset with himself for coming here. I shook my head a little, reaching out across the table to hold his hand, squeezing it gently.

“It's not a problem, you know there could be a chance for us to have a family like that in the future. Just not right now. That doesn't mean forever, just we need to wait a little for the right time.” I tried to comfort Josh, but it didn't seem to be working too well. Things had been hard for both of us and we were still coming to terms with what had happened. “Besides, both you and Jordan have told me that this is your favourite restaurant, so let's have a good night and eat enough food for us to have to be rolled back home!”

Thankfully, that small comment seemed to raise the atmosphere and ease the tension a little. We split a plate of boneless chicken wings as Josh began to tell me stories about previous visits to this particular restaurant, passing the time quickly.

“So then my mom was mad because the whole family got asked to leave just because Jordan and I were pretending to be walruses!”

“Josh, you both put breadsticks up your noses, I can see why the waiter wasn't impressed!” I did have to admit, it was a humorous story. It was nice to hang out with Josh and not have to worry about what would happen next. I really had missed him and his company, even if it had only been for a little while.

We were about halfway through a large pizza, happily feeding each other the cheesiest slices we could and laughing as a bunch of the toppings landed in Josh's lap, when we noticed a couple of people staring at us.

Fair enough, we were acting like idiots and laughing too loudly, but the staring was dulling my appetite a little. I nudged Josh's leg with my foot, before glancing over at the group, trying not to turn my head too much. Being about as subtle as a brick to the face, Josh quickly turned and fully looked at the group, who let out a collective gasp before whispering amongst themselves.

“Smooth, real smooth baby.” I muttered, smirking at Josh.

“Hey, if subtlety was my strong point, we may never have ended up dating in the first place, my little cinnamon bun.” Cinnamon bun? That was a new nickname! “Anyway, you have sauce on your face! Let me get that for you.”

Josh leaned over the table a little, swiping his thumb across my cheek catching the sauce before sitting back in his seat and licking it off of his thumb.

“Gross, you just ate my germs!” I laughed a little at Josh's spontaneous reaction. He leaned closer once more and spoke in a voice so low that only I could hear.

“Baby, I've had more of you than just your germs in my mouth.” The little wink and heavy smirk across Josh's face as he said this caught me off guard. I could feel a familiar sensation in the pit of my stomach, almost like butterflies. Unfortunately, or maybe for me fortunately, the group from earlier approached the table.

“Hi, you're Josh Dun right? Can I get a photo please?” The girl didn't even wait for Josh to answer before stating her request. I tried hard not to frown or roll my eyes, we were in the middle of dinner so it was pretty rude to interrupt. However, Josh happily agreed, standing up so they could take the photo against the wall with a plain background.

One of the guys in the group took this opportunity to start asking questions. “So, what's a pretty lady like you doing in a pizza joint all dressed up?” Again, biting my cheek, I tried not to roll my eyelids.

“I really like wearing pretty dresses and eating good pizza.” Not my best comeback, but I had to be polite in front of fans, even if I was a little insulted at this blatant attempt to flirt with me, whilst on a date. I glanced over an oblivious Josh hoping he would come back and save me from this awkward conversation. He was a little too preoccupied with entertaining his fans though. What a sweet guy. My conversation partner waved his hand in front of my face, quickly gaining my full attention again.

“So is this a date, or are you single?” Jeez, this guy just wouldn't quit! Thankfully Josh stepped back towards the table sitting down as the question was asked.

“No, uh we're just friends. It's okay-”

“No Josh, I've been thinking about it. Instead of confusing your fans, we could just admit that we're together. It would be easier?” Josh raised an eyebrow at me, turning round to face me fully.

“Are… are you sure? You don't have to, if you're not ready?” I smiled and nodded, before looking at the group.

“I'm sorry guys, Josh is off the market, you're the first to know I guess?” Three of the fans looked happy for us, while the other two (including my “potential suitor”) looked distinctly unimpressed.

Shortly after that announcement, we were left alone again, just Josh and I. I knew Josh wouldn't be willing to let an opportunity to tease me mercilessly pass by.

“You know, I'm really impressed Ava Klinnsman. You only rolled your eyes once and sighed twice. That has to be a record for you!” I could tell by the glint in his eye that he was highly amused by this. “At least they weren't the creepy kind of fans where they just take photos from a distance and half the time forget that their flash is on!”

I couldn't help but to giggle back at him, as he held my hand across the table. “You know, Joshua Dun, they probably did take the creepy photos too. I'm sure we'll see them on Tumblr tomorrow.”

“I'll be sure to search for them!” -----------------------------------------------------------

We ordered dessert to take away, once we had finished our food, with the intention of inviting Jenna and Tyler over to help eat it.

Sure, the apple crisp would be cold by the time we got home, but we could warm it through again and there was plenty of ice cream in the freezer to serve with it too. The cinnamon loaf could keep until breakfast if need be. Josh and I had almost walked completely back home before Jenna replied to my text.

Hey, thanks for the invite but Tyler is teaching me to play Mario Kart and it's getting pretty competitive!! Be over tomorrow for leftovers though? X

Jenna knew us well. She was probably hoping that the alone time would do us good, maybe talk things through and realise that we did miss spending time together.

Josh carried the bag into the kitchen, setting it on the counter and preheating the oven. I followed him into the kitchen, taking a bottle of white wine out the fridge and collecting a glass for each of us.

“Did I tell you that you look beautiful tonight?” Josh smiled, placing his hands on my hips.

“Hmm… maybe once or twice, but I'm sure hearing it again wouldn't hurt.” I smirked, lacing my hands through his messy hair, tip-toeing up to meet his lips. Josh punctuated every single word with a kiss.

“You. Are. So. Beautiful. In. That. Dress. Tonight.” -----------------------------------------------------------

Josh and I sat down on the couch in the living room, wine glasses on the coffee table and a large bowl of apple crisp and Jeni’s ice cream each.

“You know, it's kinda cold outside right now, so maybe we should just watch a film for a little while?” I suggested, hoping Josh would agree and take the hint that I wasn't quite ready for him to leave just yet.

“Sure, do you still have Silent House on your laptop? I haven't seen it yet.” I nodded before leaving the couch to grab my laptop from the main bedroom. By the time I'd returned with the laptop and a couple of cosy blankets and pillows, Josh had drawn the curtains to darken the room and lit a few candles sat on the coffee table for ambiance. I quickly connected my laptop screen to the TV using a HDMI cable, setting up a several hours long playlist of horror films.

“I know how much you love a good spooky atmosphere!” Josh laughed as he settled back down with a blanket.

“Sure, that's why you're here Spooky Jim!” I winked, teasing him as I joined him on the couch. It felt so good to have playful banter between us again, watching films and eating delicious food like we did when we first started dating.

Josh settled the bowl in his lap, happily spoon feeding ice cream into his mouth with one arm while he wrapped his other arm around me, pulling me into his side. I snuggled up against him and the movie began to play.

About two hours later, I could feel my eyes begin to droop, growing more tired with every passing moment. The sound of Josh's soft snores indicated he felt the same way. Even the candles had gone out, leaving nothing but tiny wisps of smoke in the air. There was one more thing that I wanted to do before I fell asleep in Josh's arms. I shuffled over slightly, stretching my fingers until I grasped my phone from the arm of the couch, typing a quick message to Jenna.

We'll see you both for leftover brunch tomorrow. X

Mere moments later, my phone vibrated in my hand signalling Jenna's reply.

We'll see you both? WE’LL? WE????? X

I snickered quietly at the reaction I had received, trying carefully not to wake Josh. He looked adorable with his head laying against my shoulder and nose nuzzling into my neck.

Joshua has come back home, this time it's for good x ================================

Hey guys, so I'm sorry that it took so long but thank you for all your support and for waiting. Let me know you all think!

[candylu0822-blog]

Twenty One Pilots

Tyler Joseph, Josh Dun, Chris Sahil, and Nick Thomas all made up the band Twenty One Pilots. The band currently consists of Tyler and Joseph since Chris and Nick left the band in 2015, too bad for them. The lead singer Tyler grew up in a Christian house hold and Josh Dun played the drums for his local youth group at Five 14 Church in Columbus, Ohio. Since these two were surrounded by Christianity since they were kids conversations with God happen quite often in their songs and throughout most of their albums, especially, in one of their most popular songs, “Car Radio”. Josh came up with the name for the band while studying All My Sons by Aurthur Miller, a play about a man who sends out faulty airplane parts for the good of his business and family which caused the death of twenty one pilots during World War II. Now, they have platinum records, top charts on the Billboards, multiple albums and tours, sang in Madison Square Garden more than once, even having some of their songs in huge movie productions like Suicide Squad. That’s not bad for a couple of guys that started off by begging to play for un-promoted shows. 

Josh explains that the story of All My Sons is about morals and dilemmas and choosing between the easy way and the right way, which is another main theme in most of their albums and songs like, “Stressed Out”, “Holding On To You”, “Jumpsuit”, and many more. For me and I’m sure many of you out there, this band is quite special to my heart. I grew up listening to them and believing that someday I would get better, that I was not the only person feeling at a loss with their own identity. This is a band for people who are sick and tired of hearing the same old shit on the radio, which is why they say, “We Are Twenty One Pilots and so are you” at the end of every interview. https://www.imdb.com/name/nm5809539/bio?ref_=nm_ov_bio_sm

“We are Twenty One Pilots and so are you.”

Their overall mission and goal when writing their music is, “Live on”, and is expressed with Christian notions like in “Car Radio” where they sing, “Faith is to be awake, And for us to think is to be alive, And I will try with every rhyme to come across like I am dying to let you know you need to try to think.” Most of their songs explain the battles the band has had with avoiding sin, dealing with depression, how to deal with losing someone you love, straying away from faith, the daily struggles with life and love, etc. “I think what makes them [Twenty One Pilots] successful is they don’t sound like anyone else,” Tom Poleman, the chief programming officer for the radio giant iHeartMedia, https://www.nytimes.com/2018/10/15/arts/music/twenty-one-pilots-trench.html who’s played the band’s songs on multiple formats. 

It’s no secret that behind every successful love song, there is a supportive girl backstage, and Tyler Joseph is the lucky man. He’s been married to his wife Jenna Black (aka Jenna Joseph) since 2015. We dont hear much about Jenna because she prefers to stay in the shadows when it comes to the fame that comes along with a celebrity relationship, but it’s not hard to see that she is the one for him, in and outside of his music life. She is the inspiration to many songs like “Tear In My Heart”. Now a days with celebrity couples people always assume that there is this epic love story on how they met and what made that love blossom, I mean after all he did write songs about her. With these two though, that’s not the case. Tyler himself told Rolling Stone that it “isn’t a great story or anything,” saying that Jenna was the sister-in-law of an acquaintance from his school in Ohio. While Jenna joins them on tour and will be on this new tour for their album Trench, she and Tyler also now own a home in Columbus. Their wedding was modest and took place in their home state. 

With these amazing albums comes fun and exciting tours, speaking from experience, their concerts are exhilarating. Most of the concerts start off with Tyler dressed up in a black suit and a ski mask, giving it his all. He jumps around the stage and sings his heart out. Josh wastes no time beating away at the drums with such passion it radiates from the back of the stage. The intensity stays high through the entire show. The energy is through the roof and thriving. Following the intense opener, they smoothly transitioned into cheery ukulele pop, “We Don’t Believe What’s On TV” and “The Judge.” Then the two rode into the reggae rock song “Lane Boy”, which itself transformed midway into a pulsating EDM. What I love most about their shows in that not only do they sing their amazing music, they do covers such as, The Beatles, The Goo Goo Dolls, and even AWOLNATION. Another thing I love that Twenty One Pilots has been an anthem for so many people and not just angsty teens, they relate to college kids, adults, and even families. They sing along with one another side by side, leaving all difference and struggles at the door, even if only for a few hours. 

Now it’s time to break down some of my personal favorite lyrics and the meaning behind the minds of Tyler and Josh when writing such inspirational songs. “Doubt” is a song off their album Blurryface, and the opening verses are, “Scared of my own image, Scared of my own immaturity, Scared of my own ceiling, Scared I’ll die of uncertanity , Fear might be the death of me, Fear leads to anxiety,” He doesn’t want to worry about how he presents himself to others, about how his limits, or about his lack of confidence. Because these fears consume him, he confesses that “fear might be the death of him” and tells his audience that “fear leads to anxiety”, a feeling the he along with many of us experience. He finishes the verse by admitting that he doesn’t know who he has become and doesn’t understand himself. The chorus says, “Don’t forget ab-b-b-b-bout me, Don’t forget ab-b-b-b-bout me, Even when I doubt you, I’m no good without you, no no”, It’s a prayer to God. He’s saying he can’t be his best self without him and that even when he doubts Him, he doesn’t want to be forgotten by Him. “Want the mark he’s made on my skin, To mean something to me again, Hope you haven’t left without me, Hope you haven’t left without me, please” I believe Tyler is speaking of the Mark of the Beast, which the Bible refers to as being made on the hand or forehead. The seal of God is biblical concept that represents faith, the mark he wants Him to give him. He fears that his doubt is going to ultimately put him in a state of being lost and without God he’s no good. 

The song “Trees” may not have many lyrics but to me, it has one of the deepest messages. This song is yet another prayer, I know it’s hard for non-Christians to accept but stay with me here. As Christians, we are taught that we are supposed to build a relationship with God. We are told that God hears all our prayers. However, it’s obvious that while he was writing this song, Tyler felt disconnected from God, leaving Tyler alone. “Silent, in the trees”. That’s how God is described in this song, Trees. Tyler’s lyrical metaphors are extraordinary. “And that’s where I am, silent, in the trees.” Tyler is alone and screams the knowledge from his other songs, especially “Car Radio”. He says two important things, “I ponder of something terrifying, cause this time there’s no sound to hide behind.” and “Oh dear, I don’t know if we know why were here; Oh my too deep please stop thinking.” These two lyrics mean that when Tyler is in the silence, his thoughts turn dark and he is scared by them. He’ll do anything to get rid of them, even stop thinking all together. It is likely that he would pray to God as an outlet for his emotions and source of comfort. He then begs Him to show Himself and screaming, “Hello” into the trees. 

Let’s go back to the song, “Tear In My Heart”. Tyler sings proudly, “She’s the tear in my heart, I’m alive, She’s the tear in my heart, Take me higher, Than I’ve ever been, The songs on the radio are okay, But my taste in music is your face, And it takes a song to come around, To show you how...” This song is easy to figure out the meaning. He’s got it bad for a girl, Jenna in this case. He talks about how he just can’t get over this girl, she takes him higher than he’s been been. He continues with one of my favorite verses, “You fell asleep in my car I drove the whole time, But that’s okay I’ll just avoid the holes so you sleep fine” I simply thing these lyrics just go to show how much he loves and cares for Jenna. He’d do anything to make sure she’s happy and comfortable. https://songmeanings.com/artist/view/songs/137438996898/ 

Whether or not you’re a die-hard fan or only know their top hits, Twenty One Pilots, is a band that all ages can relate to. Their punk-rock and EDM beats will keep us jamming in our cars until the end of time, Their sold out tours and platinum albums speak for themselves. This band is one of a kind and they stay that way by never allowing society to change the way they write their music. They never let the influence of others blind their morals. Their Christian faith helps guide them through all the tough times life has to throw at them, and in return they give us catchy songs that get us through the day. Thank you Twenty One Pilots, for helping me through the worst and best times of my life. Live on. 

[em44owls]

Not Finished (All fandoms)

JOSHLER

S(Help Me, Daddy -  “Josh has been in a 4 year abusive relationship with his boyfriend Mark who he loves. Josh ends up doing the coke with Mark to make him to happy. It isn’t long until Josh is full on addicted and on downward spiral to the path of destruction. Who will be there to help him get back on his feet when Mark throws Josh to the curb?” (34610 words {WIP 13/?}

The silver screen dream- "Hey," the stranger whispered, nudging Tyler's arm. "What?" Tyler responded, determinedly keeping his eyes glued to the screen. "Do you wanna make out?" (104574) 14/?

Do You Want Me?- “Tyler Joseph is the stereotypical high school jock. Josh Dun is the less popular punk. When Josh finds Tyler in the middle of his first heat in the school bathrooms, they're thrust into each other's lives in ways they would never have expected.” (14893 words) 10/?

Guys My Age- “Tyler is a twenty-one year old who is sick of being with people his own age. All they ever do is drink, party, and fuck and frankly, it's starting to get boring. Then one day, a REAL daddy walks in to the coffee shop and Tyler is never going back.” (26435 words) 9/?

Catholic School Shenanigans- “a butt ton of joshler fluff where good boy™ tyler has to pretend to be in love with bad boy™ josh when they actually are in love and are roommates” (2362 words) 2/?

Smut? Smut.- Lotta smut but that’s okay but like it might take a while for updates y’know. (3421 words) 3/?

wonderwall-  “in which tyler keeps on getting his showers interrupted by his (cute) pink-haired neighbor)” (2473 words) 1/?

Be the one- “In the year 2008, omegas ceased to be born. Ten years later, they are no closer to finding out the cause or a cure.” (5954) 2/?

Teach me a lesson that I’ll remember- “Tyler is late to class one too many times, Now he's got to face the consequences.” (11503 words) 2/?

Kinktober- 30 day kink challenge (50899 words) 23/31

Two- “Short one shoots about the boys, as well as about Jenler (are they called that? Well I don't care :))...from fluffy to sad and back” (64170 words) (57/?)

Under the Covers- “They had a foolproof plan in place: Argue. Wait to be alone. Make out. The rules were just as simple: Don't make it serious. Don't tell anyone. (and most importantly) DO NOT GET CAUGHT.” (66497 words) 36/?

Hallelujah, This Is Gospel!- "I've taken my pick, i want this one. Brown hair, shaking, beautiful eyes." Josh is Satan and wants an angel from heaven to 'help him clean up hell'” (40703 words) 18/?

God, hit me straight on- “Josh is the star of his high school's basketball team- until the new kid moves in. But that's okay, Josh likes the competition. Thing is, so does the new kid.” (146076 words) 18/?

romanized teaching methods- “A series of ficlets, jumbled thoughts, and scenes from Tyler Joseph's senior year at St. John's Catholic Boarding School for Young men, highlighted mostly by his growing relationship with a certain young teacher; Professor Joshua Dun.” (29210 words) 7/10

2:43 am- “Josh and Tyler find themselves in a crappy hotel room and Josh can't sleep. Perhaps it's finally time to tell Tyler how he's feeling.” (2119 words)

Semi-Automatic- “After days that later become months and years of silence, everything seems to substantially change since the middle of one night, when he meets somebody who catches his attention inside a lit up garage in an unknown neighbourhood, and decides to visit it every following night.” (73269 words) 23/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10421559/chapters/23009910

I'm With You- “Tyler accidentally outs himself as gay to his family and is kicked out. Josh spots a boy freezing on a bridge and sees if he can help. Oh, p.s. Josh is really good at making hot chocolate.” (57050 words) 19/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7773316/chapters/17729899

The Perils of a Transatlantic Relationship- “A completely random meeting between two men no one would ever think of together, and the perils of having to live an ocean apart.” (55661 words) 23/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12749205/chapters/29080569

The Lifeguard- “If Tyler wasn’t in Twenty One Pilots, um, I feel pretty confident to say that he would be a lifeguard at, um, at a beach."- Josh Dun “If Josh wasn’t in the band Twenty One Pilots, uh I bet he, he’d probably be, um, at a beach, uh, swimming when you’re not supposed to be swimming."- Tyler Joseph” (38202 words) 14/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6952183/chapters/15851668

Fused at the Wrists- “Tyler Joseph is a UFC fighter who questions his entire career after he faces a yellow haired rival… "What? To beat the crap out of each other and then make out as if nothing ever happened? Completely normal." (36927 words) 14/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10748841/chapters/23831070

Seeking a husband- “A self-proclaimed commitment-phobe and a lonely widower's worlds are about to collide and they find love in the most unconventional way” (32770 words) 11/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11797629/chapters/26610093

Lost in the cold- “Tyler is a poor broken boy living on the streets in the winter when he passes out from the cold. josh is driving home from work and finds an angel buried in the snow. Mayhem ensues.” (31411 words) 26/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11343867/chapters/25386537

Only Mine- “Tyler had been under his spell from the moment he first laid eyes on Josh and he had to have him; no matter what. Will Josh be able to free himself of the doe-eyed man who turned his world inside out? Does he even want to?” (15307 words) 11/?

Attention- "I....I just want... I want-" "-you want me?" "...yes." "Then you've got it." (41645 words) 19/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11399562/chapters/25531317

Kairos- “Josh can't afford his textbooks, works two jobs and just wants to give up and Tyler's a natural born leader, with money, and a dark secret. Tyler really just wants to protect Josh, and Josh would just like some answers if he's honest.” (52680 words) 27/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10195646/chapters/22641584

hot teachers are very distracting- “Tyler is ready to start his senior year of high school.There's a new teacher. Mr. Dun, fresh out of college at 22 years old, and alarmingly attractive.” (36581 words) 16/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11041419/chapters/24612606

The Balcony Sessions- “Josh leans closer, his voice speaking right into Tyler's ear. “Come with me.” Josh doesn't own Tyler, and Tyler doesn't own Josh- but this isn't a question. “To- to LA?” (27437 words) 8/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11562693/chapters/25975089

Tomorrow will be the same- “Tyler and Josh have a special bond, unlike that of other best friends. What will happen when simple friendship is not enough?” (26251 words) 11/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13697313/chapters/31461819

I'll prove you wrong.- “Tyler was wondering how the most perfect boy he had ever laid eyes on, could look so lost in this world......” (22163 words) 12/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11101251/chapters/24769818

Troubled minds- “Tyler and Josh meet at a group home for troubled teens. There, Josh must deal with the other troubled minds, and the mysterious boy across the hall who cry’s himself to sleep praying to be taken out of the world and away from the voices in his head.” (21939 words) 7/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13261362/chapters/30339939

Take me in and Kick me out- "My heart's big enough for the both of you." "If you'll have me." (20894 words) 7/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11581530/chapters/26026197

Tear in my heart- “Josh Dun is in his senior year of High School. He'd thought he knew everything he needed to know about himself, but when his friend Brendon kisses him at a party, his whole world gets turned upside down.” (18986 words) 19/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7963858/chapters/18214702

One Half of My Heart is Free The Other Half of My Heart's Asleep- “Josh and Debby are "dating" but only to cover up the fact that she is in a relationship with their best friend Jenna. Mark is their other friend and every Friday after their college classes they go to his house for Movie Night. The next time they arrive, however, Mark already has a guest. A young teenager who catches Josh's attention like no one else.” (17844 words) 6/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10994778/chapters/24489660

Catch My Breath- “What's a depressed 18 year old supposed to do when his family kicks him out of the house for being gay? Tyler thinks he knows. But before he gets the chance to explore his only option, he's saved by a friendly stranger.” (17750 words) 12/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8185879/chapters/18754681

Young and Menace- “Josh just wanted to make Tyler feel loved. Tyler just wanted to get out.” (13609 words) 19/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10217186/chapters/22673696

Catharsis- “Tyler is needing something different in his life... after months of searching on the internet.. he thinks that he found the release he's always needed.” (9952 words) 11/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12097185/chapters/27424095

Nepenthe- “the one where tyler is a twenty-something college drop-out but this story isn't about him…” (9160 words) 6/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13179948/chapters/30145884

Permission.- “Josh starts to get a little too close for comfort and forgets that boundaries are a thing that exists. Tyler is upset by this. They talk about how to solve the negative feelings while still keeping the control.” (7003 words) 3/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12184596/chapters/27661380

treble clef- “tyler is in orchestra. tyler only really cares about music and being the best. josh only really cares about messing around. josh can't help but want to make the violin boy his.” (6870 words) 8/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7351900/chapters/16699540

Abused- “Tyler's parents were always abusive, always have been, probably always will be. Until he meets Josh and his parents, who are he swears the nicest people he's ever met, Tyler never thought life would get any better for him.” (6641 words) 8/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9357722/chapters/21190937

tonight, i'll need you to stay- josh is missing but tyler don't give a fuck. Yo lol jk tyler for some reason cares. (6488 words) 5/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12200916/chapters/27705609

You're My Best Friend- “Josh outs himself, wants to try docking and then Tyler and him realize their friendship may be stronger than a friendship. Emotions and lotsa smut.” (6408 words) 2/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12283911/chapters/27922503

Planners- “They make a bet” (5742 words) 2/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13554645/chapters/31102821

His Ode to Sleep in Slowtown- “Tyler gets nightmares about dying, and has anxiety. He goes out one night to clear his thoughts, and meets a tired boy with red hair who likes adventuring, who makes his heart race.” (5708 words) 7/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7485009/chapters/17012274

Cut Me Farther- “Josh is a stripper. Tyler owns a record store.” (5582 words) 3/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13066296/chapters/29888316

friends (what the hell were we?)- “One day, Tyler asks Josh if they can try new things, just to have fun and to experience a bit. They should've known that this game wasn't a good idea as soon as their lips touched.” (5060 words) 4/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10532007/chapters/23252388

I hate you, I love you- “This is pure fucking ANGST. Josh is desperate. Tyler is MIA. WTF is going on? Mark has a migraine and just can't deal.” (4688 words) 4/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13881123/chapters/31937205

I'll be with you from dusk till dawn…- “The boys are on tour. Tyler is engaged, and Josh very much isn't. Both realize they love one another, what more can they want?! What can go wrong? And there's a tour bus.” (4366 words) 1/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13716417/chapters/31510074

Codeine- “Tyler didn't know what hypersexual meant until he met Josh. (4262 words) 2/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13106337/chapters/29985432

Overwhelming- “Tyler has three kids, going through a divorce and custody battle. He doesn't show it but he's slowly losing his mind. Josh isn't going to let that happen.” (2816 words) 1/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12589896/chapters/28675128

Lost love- “Josh and Tyler are finally moving to Cali to start living together. Tyler is going meet some of Josh's old friends and everything is going well until Josh starts getting weird texts, calls, letters, and he is starting to be awkward around Tyler. It doesn't take too long for Josh's lover to feel suspicious.” (2668 words) 4/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12740082/chapters/29054688

lucky people.- “in which josh is a gym teacher, and tyler's his favourite student.” (2372 words) 2/3

http://archiveofourown.org/works/13243479/chapters/30293391

Take Care of You- “Business trips hardly feel like trips at all when you hardly leave your hotel room. Tyler hadn't planned on seeking company, but it seemed like making a friend for the week would be the most convenient thing, even if he was a little pricey.” (6979 words) ⅕

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14071881/chapters/32418888

I'm trying to forget, so why do I remember?- “Josh is trying to forget Tyler, but it isn't easy.” (2047 words) 1/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14222535

Help wanted- “After an unfortunate turn of events, Josh is looking for some help around the house. Tyler has no experience whatsoever, but he may be more qualified than he thinks…” (28704 words) 27/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14201889

The Tyler Chronicles- “badboy!Tyler x goodboy!Josh” (2022 words) 5/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14254539

Joshie, You're A Star- “or Josh is a popular jock and Tyler is the gay kid who is bad at gym and mercilessly teased.” (3196 words) 1/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14223060

Haven't You Taken Enough From Me?- “Budding into adulthood is nothing like the TV shows. Tyler is 20 years old and still lives with his parents due to his deteriorating mental health, and rarely leaves his room. While on a walk and old friend, Josh, stops and attempts to rekindle the friendship between he and Tyler. Josh is taken by surprise by the new ways that Tyler has begun to act, and is curious to learn why and how to help his old friend.” (6658 words) 3/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14310675

Take Care of You- “Business trips hardly feel like trips at all when you hardly leave your hotel room. Tyler hadn't planned on seeking company, but it seemed like making a friend for the week would be the most convenient thing, even if he was a little pricey.” (26315 words) ⅘

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14071881

[thebardandhispenliterature-blog]

Subzero Hero

           There was a thick snow fall in Nome. But then again it was like that 99% of the time during the winter in Alaska. Balto was huffing softly as he looked toward the city on the sunken ship that he called home. Boris had flown South with Stella, leaving him alone this year. But he encouraged Boris to be alone with his new girlfriend.

           Although despite the fact that Boris protested greatly on this. He felt uncomfortable leaving his God Son alone in the depressed state that he was in. Jenna and her owner had finally moved. She had gone off with her girl because her girl was going to college. Balto sighed heavily; he was more alone now than before.

           He had heard the loud humming of an airplane. He caused his ears to perk up. He hadn’t heard the noise of the plane since Duke had come to Nome, threatening his son’s job as mail dog. He watched as the plane flew over the town and then landed in the nearby airfield. He was very curious now.

            He disembarked his little hovel and headed toward the town. He had made it just in time for the plane to finally shut off. There were men getting off and there was a kennel, a rather large one indeed. There was a new person in town, he was tall and had strange red hair. Yes, he was definitely new.

            The man leaned down toward the large kennel. “Hey there boy, I hope you did okay in the flight, here, have a walk around!” He said. He unlatched the kennel’s door and swung it open. Balto rushed a bit toward where the kennel was.

            He stopped mid stride though, for out from the kennel came the last dog he expected to see. Steele. The large malamute stood around sniffing around the area. Balto wanted to flee, yes. Fear had struck the wolf dog hard and the whole world around him came crashing.

            He hid behind one of the nearby buildings. His ears were flattened against his skull, tail tucked between his legs. No, this wasn’t happening, couldn’t be happening! He peeked behind the corner, and Steele was still there. He was real, really back.

            Balto inhaled deeply and tried to find a place to hide. He couldn’t get caught by Steele. It has been a few years since he had been scorned by that malamute. He wasn’t about to suffer more insults from the asshole of a dog. He had no one to turn too to save him now.

            He lost Jenna, and Boris wasn’t due back till spring. He was truly alone in this situation now. He needed to head back to the ship that was the safest place for him anyway. He tried to pulvolted over a fence, but he had failed. He yelped when the ground hit his back hard.

            There was a sound from behind him, his body tensed. Soon a shadow covered him, and soon Steele stood over Balto, a sly smirk displaying across his muzzle. “If it isn’t Bingo,” The Malamute said teasingly.

           Balto gulped nervously, he wanted to shrink down to as small as possible, but no. He wasn’t going to be afraid of Steele anymore. He stood up on all fours and shook himself off of snow. He looked at the malamute. “Steele,”

            “You do remember, that’s good,” He chuckles softly. He looked at the wolf dog and cleared his throat. “Look, Balto.” He began. “I know that we have had rough patches in our life, before you became a hero.”

           The wolf dog snorted in agreement. “Damn fucking straight we did,” He said. But then he waited for a moment, there was a seriousness to Steele’s voice. He too deep breaths and allowed him to speak.

            “But, over the past few years, of me being gone from Nome and all, I began to think.” He exhaled sharply, his muscular form flexing before Balto. Damn it, why did Steele have to be so freaking hot? Why did he ever had that odd attraction toward the malamute?

            Balto had many secrets that he kept from Jenna. The major secret he had was his liking toward Steele. Sure he was a constant dick to Balto and all, but the malamute had that athletically toned form that Balto couldn’t get enough of.

           “I, I realize now that what I have done to you was wrong, no one should ever be treated as such the way I treated you,” Balto was taken aback by this. He really wasn’t sure how he was to react to it. He cleared his throat.

            “Steele, what you did to me is unforgivable,” He said. He stood still but looked more dominate. He wasn’t going to cower in fear anymore, no. Those days of being weak were behind him, he was a hero now.

           “Look, I’m trying to be sincere for a change, trying to apologize for being a complete…”

            “Asshole,  douche bag? Dickwad? Need I say more?” Balto said in a snarl. “Steele, I can’t forgive you for what you’ve done to me, you humiliated me, made me look weak,”

            ‘But, it was that weakness that made you rise up to be the hero that you are now,” Steele interjected. This caused Balto to flinch slightly. He had a point if Steele hadn’t done what he did. He had to admit that Steele sort of had a point, and that was the thing he hated about the situation.

            He took a deep breath. “Steele, look.” He said trying to find the right words. “I apologize if me being a half breed insulted you back then, but it is in the past now, you sort of made me who I am today,’ He said.

            There was a confused look on Steele. For a moment he was standing on his haunches, trying to process what the wolf dog was saying “What I am trying to say is Steele, I think I can overcome what you have done to me, and…accept your apology,”

            There was a silent moment that passed between the two dogs. They both sat on their haunches, facing each other eye to eye. Steele broke the silence. “I…I don’t know what to say Balto, but thank you,” He said huffing softly. “This puts a lot of ease to my mind, that you forgive me,” He said.

      For a moment, Steele drew a bit closer toward Balto. He had suddenly done something that Balto did not expect at all from the malamute. The Malamute's head soon slunk down and pressed underneath Balto’s muzzle, lifting it upward as he wrapped his neck around his into an embrace

            Balto was still startled. He really wasn’t sure how to react. However, he did the unthinkable. He had nuzzled Steele gently, a soft murr arousing from the back of his throat. “Steele,” He began to say clearing his throat.

            Steele removed himself from their embrace. His eyes gazed upon the wolf dog and gave him a soft smile. “Yes?” He inquired curiously. Thos blue eyes gazed into Balto’s light brown orbs.

            “I…I haven’t had a chance to admit this to you, but um…” He hesitated for a moment. “For the longest of time, since we first met, I was rather infatuated with you.” He said. There was a long pause between the two. Steele’s muzzle was expressionless.

            But all of a sudden, Steele also did something that was unexpected. Soon enough their muzzles clashed together, the two of them for the first time kissed each other. Their lips peeled back and their tongues slid into their muzzles.

      The kiss was long and passionate. Balto’s heart was thudding against his chest as his tail wagged furiously. Balto embraced the kiss, despite how odd it felt to do so in an alley way. He grunted softly and felt a stir of emotions boil within side of him. He slowly broke the kiss at long last.

      “Steele, maybe you should get back,” Balto said gulping nervously. “Your master is probably wondering where you ran off too.” And with that Steele’s master did call. Steele looked at him, and then looked to where Balto was. But, Balto was gone. Steele’s tail drooped between his legs.

     Balto panted and grunted. His tongue lulled out from his muzzle as he looked at Nome behind him. He was still utterly shocked about this, completely dumbfounded. Steele had kissed him, literally they kissed! He huffed softly and had to process things.

      He managed to get to his ship. The sun was sinking low behind the mountains, twilight basked the land in hues of the eve. The wind began to pick up and clouds began to blotch the western horizon. Balto was lying down in his usual spot, his head lying between his paws. He can’t believe it.

     Steele really apologized to him, not only that but kissed him! Why, after all those times he tormented and belittled him? But then again, Balto remembered that if it wasn’t for Steele, well he’d not be the brave hero he was now.

      Balto laid there with his head between his paws. He sighed heavily and found himself falling asleep. He drifted off into a dream. He heard Steele’s voice. That thick husky manly voice of his which sent shivers down Balto’s spine.

      “Balto, I want you, I want you to taste my cock,” He said. Balto whimpered with pleasure, his tail starting to wag. He was not sure whether this was a dream or reality. It was a blur between the two realms. He could see Steele clear as day.

      The Steele in his dream smirked more as he walked toward Balto’s legs. He soon tilted his head low enough to the point his muzzle was practically touching Balto’s ball sack. This caused the wolf dog to feel nervous and anxious at the same time. Steele’s long wet tongue escaped from his muzzle.

      The wet appendage began to lather his balls, making it nice and wet. Balto shivered and let out a moan. “Oh St…Steele,” He said with a lust filled tone of voice. Steele smirked sinisterly at Balto as his tongue kept licking those thick firm balls of his. His own tail was wagging behind him.

      “BALTO!” A voice shouted for his attention. Balto lurched upward and gasped softly. He looked at him frantically. “What, what is it?” He inquired looking back and forth. His vision was blurry from sleep. But as it adjusted he saw a familiar orange beak and white feathers.

      “Boris?” He grunted and coughed. “What are you doing here?” He asked. The wing of Boris slapped the wolf dog up against the head.

           “The question is what Steele doing back here!” He said. “A little birdie told me that you made out with him!” That thick Russian accent was something to get used too. Even if Balto has been around the goose pretty much since he was a pup. Balto sighed and looked at Boris.

      “What, you here to ridicule me?” He inquired. “Flew all the way from your vacation in the South to pester me about my possible new love affair?”

      The goose honked loudly. “Have you lost your mind Balto? That dog tried to kill you!”

      The wolf dog sighed heavily. “Boris, look,” He began. “Steele, he has changed.” He said. “He’s not the same asshole that we once knew, maybe if you gave him a chance to prove his worth,”

     “Is this about Jenna leaving you Balto? Do you feel that big thick hollowness in your heart?” He inquired. “Just because Jenna and her girl left, doesn’t mean Jenna doesn’t still love you,” Boris said.

     Balto’s ears flattened his tail between his legs. “I think Jenna made it clear that we’ll never be seeing each other again Boris,” He said. “She had said that she probably won’t be able to see me, or Nome for a very, very long time.”

      “I see,’ Boris said huffing softly and honking a bit in annoyance. “No one goes and hurts my boychick though, not like that,’ He said. “If you want I could fly over there and spy on her, see what she’s really up too!”

      “Boris, no,” Balto interjected. “She’s out of the picture pretty much,” He said. “Steele had asked for forgiveness,” He said. “And I accepted it, and he kissed me,’ He said.

     Boris sighed and grunted softly. ‘Boychick, you have to go to Steele and admit to him your true feelings,’ He said. “No more of this sulking and pity party, I have to get back to Stella soon, I can’t stay here forever, I just came here to give you some good advice,”

      Then you probably should get back then Boris, I’ll be fine, I think.” He said. The bird crossed his wings over each other and sighed.

“You know I care about you Balto, I have looked after for you for a long time no? Let me tell you this, love is a crazy feeling, it can make you feel like you are on top of the highest mountain, but a step in the wrong direction, well it can make you also fall off the cliff and hurtle you through the air until SPLAT!” He made a dramatic motion with his wings. “It can obliterate you just like that,”

      Balto always loved it when Boris played the role of the over protective father. He smiled softly at Boris. “I’ll try and be careful, now you go and be with Stella, before she decides to find another goose to have baby chicks with,” He said teasingly.

      “Alright Boychick, but I promise you I’ll be back in a hurry if you ever need me, that little birdie is still out there and will report to me as soon as he can,” The goose gave out a loud honk and took flight, and headed back South.

***

      Later that night, Balto woke from his sleep. He had a lot weighing in on his mind now after Boris’s little love speech. Should he really go out and confront Steele, tell him how he felt about him? Balto was really confused, unsure as to what to do.

      He sniffed about for Steele as he went back to the village. He had to figure out where he was. When he finally caught onto that familiar strong musky scent of the Malamute, he went further on. He had been led to a dark alleyway, where there was a tall two story building. One of the windows had been left open.

        This caught Balto off as being odd, most of the humans don’t leave the windows open in winter. He looked about and kept sniffing the ground. Steele’s scent was everywhere, which meant he wasn’t too far off. Balto rushed forward trying to track the smell.

      All of a sudden he crashed into something, no not something someone. He yelped and the two bodies hurtled toward the ground and suddenly Balto found himself on top of Steele. He gasped and felt that muscular body up against his own slender build. He gulped nervously. “St…Steele,” He said nervously.

      The older Malamute chuckles softly and provides a sly grin upon his muzzle. “Balto, I was ugh, just on my way to find you.” He said clearing his throat. His tail was held up in a tight curl. Those eyes of his focus on the wolf dog’s surprised expression.

      “Y-yeah so was I,” Balto said smiling, his tail wagging furiously behind him. “A friend told me that maybe; maybe I should stop hiding my true feelings and grow a back bone.” He said. “Steele, earlier today, ugh, what you said.”

      Steele smiled softly at Balto. “I love you Balto,” The Malamute blurted out. There was a pause, a moment of silence that lingered between the two canines. Balto wasn’t sure how to respond at all. Steele, the dog that had mistreated him all his life, just claimed his love for him.

     He then remembered what Boris had told him. He took deep breaths. “I, I love you too Steele. For some reason deep down I always have,” Once again there was the silence that followed. Steele moved in closer toward Balto. Their muzzles met once again in a deep passionate kiss.

      Their lips parted, tongues slid inside and wrapped around each other. The wet appendages danced and swayed in rhythm to each other. They made out for a long while. Tongues just dancing with each other, but suddenly they stopped. Their muzzles parted and Steele licked his chops.

     “The Boiler room?” Their voices said in perfect unison. They both chuckled softly to one another when they said this together. They laughed some more before nodding their heads.

      Balto led the way toward their destination. Steele followed close behind making sure to keep silent, not wanting to disturb the locals rest. Balto used his claws to unscrew the bolts that held the door fast. He pushed it open with his paw. This brought back painful memories, unfortunately.

      He and Jenna use to come down to the boiler, whenever they desired to be on their own. He had to fight those feelings back, swallow them and never think of them again. He wasn’t about to let the past ruin the present right now. He and Steele were now alone.

       Steele advanced onto Balto. He pushed the canine onto his back. The young wolf dog lets out an arf when he landed onto a stack of hay. His tail wagged as he was now presenting his underbelly for Steele to have complete access too. Steele smirked wide and raised his front right paw. That paw began to glide across the male’s chest.

      Steele murred softly, “Your body, it feels so handsome,’ he said. Balto’s muzzle was burning with a blush. His tail was wagging furiously as his eyes looked at the large Malamute before him. “I might have to say that your body is just as handsome,’

     The Malamute smirked wide and then leaned himself up against Balto and pushed himself firmer against the wolf dog’s form. The two of them once again began to make out. Steele’s paws began to explore Balto a bit more aggressively. Pressing firmly against the canine’s chest and began to lower themselves.

      Pretty soon, Steele had his paws against Balto’s already swollen sheath. He smirked wide and pressed down upon that growing appendage between the wolf dog’s legs. ‘Someone is excited,” He said chuckling. Balto blushed furiously and his tail wagged.

      “Well, being in the embrace of a muscular hunk like you, who wouldn’t?” The wolf dog questioned chuckling softly. His own paws had begun to work their way toward Steele’s midsection. More moans had escaped from his muzzle whenever Steele pressed harder against his bulge.

     The two canines kept this up and pretty soon both were erect and hard. Steele’s own cock had managed to poke out from that pure white sheath of his. Balto smirked wide at seeing this. He climbed onto his stomach and crawled toward the canine’s legs. He lifted his head upward.

His cold wet nose soon pressed firmly against the swollen dog sheath.

           Steele huffed and grunted. “B…Balto,’ He said another moan escaping his muzzle. Balto’s thick tongue escapes from his mouth. The tongue began to lap over that thick sheath and saw that his cock was poking out already. He grins and his tongue glides across the pink canine tip.

            Steele’s body quivered and a moan escaped from his muzzle. “Oh Balto, yes keep going please,” He begged. The tongue of the wolf dog kept lapping up at that sheath, trying to encourage that hot malamute penis to extract from his sheath.

      Balto latched onto the Malamute's cock, slowly slipping in the canine’s tip into his warm moist muzzle. He began to nurse it out. The Malamute's body trembled and shook as he exhaled sharply and groaned more and more. The wolf dog smirked wide with a mouthful of the canine penis as he shoved it further back into his mouth.

      Steele’s body quivered and more moans escaped from his muzzle. He was really enjoying the warmth of Balto’s muzzle as it sucked his member. It kept growing out inch after inch. Steele was massive, one of the bigger males of the Malamute species.

     His cock kept growing with each nursing of Balto’s mouth. His cock was now a good 6 inches out from the sheath, his knot was still stuck in the thick white sheath. Balto was wrapping his tongue around the meat of the canine’s member, slurping it and making it nice and wet.

      When Balto’s lips firmly grabbed at Steele’s cock and sucked it all the way into his muzzle, did Steele begin to buck his hips forward into the Wolf dog’s mouth It felt freaking amazing, his body tensed and the cum in his balls stirred. He whimpered and whined with lust.

     Balto felt that wet thick dog dick shove its way to the back of his throat. His lips eagerly wrapped around that thick manhood enjoying the sweet salty taste of that penis of Steele’s. The Malamute kept thrusting repeatedly, never stopping.

      Balto gagged on that hot canine meat stick as it pushed in and out of him. He could feel it push down his throat and pretty soon Steele’s balls were pressing against his nose. He was really enjoying the sweet manly musk that radiated from the hot canine on top of him. He could feel the Malamute's body pressing against his back.

      Soon though, he pulled himself back and out came that thick cock. He licked his chops of the precum that had managed to trickle upon his muzzle. His brown eyes blinked at the canine who was apparently enjoying himself very much.

      “Oh Balto, that felt freaking good, but why stop now?” He inquired.

     “Because ” Balto said grabbing hold of Steele and grinning. “I want to put my dick in your mouth,’ He said. He got up on all fours. Soon enough he had wrapped both his front legs upon Steele’s neck and mounted him. Steele was taken aback at the sudden change.

      He could see Balto’s swollen sheath now. His cock was half out and he was really thick and long. The young Malamute opened his mouth and allowed the cock to adjust itself. Slowly soon Steele began to feel that thick penis shove it down into his mouth.

      The wolf dog began to buck his hips frantically into the mouth of the malamute. The strong male beneath him began to gag and grunt on that thick canine penis that shoved its way passed his muzzle. His lips glided across the surface of the pink and red pulsating flesh.

      Steele was really enjoying the sweet flavor of the hot canine penis that invaded his mouth. It was thick and warm. He wanted more and more of it with each minute that passed. The wolf dog kept bucking his hips forward, shoving more of his dick into Steele.

      Despite the fact that Balto was rather big, Steele still took in all his cock. He loved the taste and texture of it all. But what he probably loved the most of it, was the smell. That strong musk that radiated from the canine’s body caused Steele to melt.

       Balto thrust into Steele’s mouth harder and harder. His tongue lolled from his mouth and his front legs clutched onto the Malamute's neck firmly. His thrusts began to increase in speed, his dick thrashing inside that malamute’s muzzle. He whimpered and moaned with pure lust and desire to push his dick further into the canine’s mouth.

      Balto dismounted Steele. His large canine penis removed itself from that gaping maw of the malamute and he smirked. “So, who wants to dominate?” He inquired curiously. Steele had a sinister smirk curling over his muzzle.

      “Well, I’d not mind having that hot canine penis deep inside my entrance.” He said. “If it feels just as good as it having in my mouth of course,” Balto once again felt the familiar burning of blush against his muzzle. He gulped nervously.

      “Well, turn around then I suppose,’ He encouraged the sled dog. The Malamute, of course, did as he was told. He had turned his huge muscular form around and revealed his rather beautiful rump. It was slender and round in shape. He had nice firm ass cheeks and between them a nice tight entrance.

      Balto was eager to mount him of course, his paws reached up and grasped at the dog’s hips and pulled him up close. He grunted and moaned softly as he could feel his paws wrapped around the Malamute's waistline. He quivered when he hoisted his hips toward the canine’s asshole.

     Steele felt the pressure around his waist. Those large wolf paws beginning to grip at his hips made his entire body tingle with pure lust. But then there was a hesitation. Balto dismounted and Steele looked at him with concern.

      “I don’t want to fuck you, at least not till you are nice and wet.” He said. Balto soon shoved his cold wet nose up against Steele’s tight entrance. The Malamute gasped at the sudden feel of that wet sensation against his pucker. His entire body even his fur stood on edge.

     Balto smirked and sniffed the Malamute's ass. It had a really good odor than one would have expected an ass to have. His tongue comes out and begins to lap over the anal flesh that clung tightly. His tongue laps over it, making it nice and wet.

      Pretty soon Steele was nice and wet, and soon Balto began to probe. His tongue slid inside Steele’s ass, stretching the anal flesh just right as the wet appendage slipped inside of him. Steele moaned loudly. His body shook and he panted. ‘Oh Balto, deeper, go deeper!”

     His claws came out and glided across the ground beneath him. He was lost in all the pleasure that the wolf dog was giving him. His large cock bobbed up and down in the air, shooting thick wads of pre cum from time to time. Balto shoved his tongue as far back as he possibly could. He reached the Malamute's prostate.

      Steele cringed and gasped for air. The sensation of that long wet tongue inside of him was about to send him over the edge. But when at last Balto retracted his tongue from his anal entrance, did Steele relax for a bit. “Oh fuck, oh that felt good,” Steele said through a series of pants.

      Balto grinned wide and chuckled. “I bet it did, little bitch,” He said in a seductive tone of voice. He soon began to once again mount the Malamute before him. His paws clung onto the waist of the muscular dog beneath him and he pushed his hips forward. He could feel the tip of his canine penis press against the moist anal entrance.

      He took deep breaths and prepared to make his way inside Steele. His cock was more than eager and willing to push into the dog beneath him. He shoved his hips forward and he could feel it. His penis pushed harshly against Steele’s wet entrance, the anal flesh opened up nicely.

           His dick slid inside and stretched Steele’s anal flesh nice and wide. The anal entrance wrapped around Balto’s member and swallowed it inside Steele. Steele gasped, eyes bulging nice and wide. “Oh fuck!” He cried out loud. His back arches and his hackles rose.

      Balto began to thrust constantly into the Malamute's bare ass. His dick sunk further and further into the dog’s rectum. He could feel its walls eagerly hugging at his invading appendage. It was so freaking tight that it sent him over the edge.

      His humps became furious; he was practically jack hammering into the malamute. Steele seemed to be really enjoying it. Because with each thrust that the wolf dog produced, the louder the canine’s moans became.

            “Balto, oh Gods Balto keep fucking me.” He said. “Wolves are so much bigger than us dogs,” He said. “You feel so fucking big!” He cried out. His claws kept scraping the ground beneath him. His tail eagerly wrapped around Balto’s backside. He could feel the wolf dog thrusting frantically into him.

     Balto had lifted up his left leg already; his grip became firmer upon the dog’s waist. Thrust after thrust his dick shoved its way deeper inside the canine beneath him. He whimpered and whined. The feeling of the rectum walls gripping at his cock, it was the best kind of feeling a man could ever desire for.

      He had fucked Jenna multiple times; sure it felt blissfully wonderful when he mated with her. But there was just something about fucking another male that seemed more, enticing, more infatuating.

            Steele whimpered and whined with more intense volumes of pleasure. That wolf dog kept plowing his ass, making it stretch nice and wide. Pretty soon though, Balto’s thick knot had slid out from his sheath. Balto was freaking huge, Balto had the knot size of that of plump tennis balls.

      Balto growled more and more. With each thrust that he produced he brought himself closer and closer to the edge. He clutched Steele tighter and kept plowing that ass. His large dick pushed as far back into the Malamute's rectum as it could. His body arched and he gasped.

      His eyes bulged nice and wide and his knot began to stretch Steele wider than he has ever been stretched before. Steele gasped and lifted his own leg up into the air, he felt that large knot pushes into him and he whined when it, at last, made it inside him. His anal ring grabbed at the invading penis and held it fast.

     Thick ropes of hot sticky wolf dog cum came gushing out from the gaping Cumslit. Balto’s body was sent into convulsions as he moaned lustfully into Steele’s ear. His entire body shook and trembled as he orgasmed into Steele’s rectum, filling every inch of its insides with his hot seed.

      Steele moaned and felt some of that wolf dog seed trickle down his thigh. His entire body quivered, his own cock pulsated. But of course, he kept holding back. He knew that he was going to have some time with Balto, he wanted to own that sub-zero hero’s ass. He panted. “Oh Balto, that….that felt freaking amazing.” He said his tongue lolling out from his muzzle.

      Balto smirked wide at Steele. He sat there on his lover’s backside for several minutes. His knot started to return to normal. He had, at last, managed to pop himself out from the male’s entrance. His body soon collapses onto the hay stack.

      Steele gasped when that knot popped out of his outstretched entrance. Cum drizzled out of him like a thick sticky white river. He held up his tail high, walking toward the resting wolf dog. “Now, it’s my turn,” He said and walked over toward Balto. He had climbed over him until his cock was face to face with the wolf dog’s muzzle.

       Balto could see Steele’s massive penis in front of his muzzle. He smirked wide and opened his mouth, allowing the sled dog full access to it. Pretty soon Steele had begun to push that thick penis into the wolf dog’s mouth.

      Steele groaned softly when he felt just how eager the canine wanted to suck his penis. That large malamute dick was thick and throbbing already from the previous activity.  He began to shove his hips forward, his dick pushing into the muzzle of the canine.

      Balto gagged on that thick penis that began to thrust constantly into his open mouth. His saliva began to coat the thick red and pink veined canine dick. Steele growled and whimpered in pleasure as he shoved inch after inch down the wolf dog’s throat. His hips constantly fucked into that half breed’s mouth and it made him tremble.

       Those lips of Balto were clasped firmly against the pulsating flesh of Steele’s dick. The flavor that brushed onto the top and bottom of his mouth felt wonderful. The throbbing appendage rubbed against the sides and throbbed in him. He guzzled it down inch after inch. Until at long last his dick made Balto’s throat bulge.

      Steele’s body quivered, but before anything else happened he yanked that dick out at last. The wolf dog was surprised by this until Steele said loudly. ‘Get up, bitch.” He said. “Time for this Malamute dick to be where it belongs,” He said. Balto gulped nervously.

      He had done as he was told and got himself up on all fours. He lifted his tail up and presented his closed up rosebud entrance. Balto was tight, a virgin pretty much. His anal ring was dry and needed some attention. Steele smirked wide and pressed his lips to that tight rosebud hole of Balto’s.

      His tongue escaped his muzzle and began to lather the entrance. Soaking it with thick layers of saliva Steele began to shove his wet appendage into Balto’s hole. It began to stretch the anal ring open nice and wide. Balto whined and whimpered, his legs quivering as he felt that thick tongue invade him.

      Steele smirked slightly when he had shoved his huge tongue deep inside Balto. The anal ring of flesh had eagerly hugged at his tongue. He had his nose pressed up against the male’s ass and he was inhaling the strong scent of musk that radiated from the male.

      After tongue fucking the male’s entrance, his tongue slid out and the canine’s hole was gaping nice and wide. Steele smirked wide at how submissive Balto was being now. He soon grabbed Balto’s ass with his front paws and mounted him. His thick throbbing penis began to probe against Balto’s wet anal entrance.

      He took deep breaths, his body trembling and his muscles flexing with each breath he took. His dick shoved itself into the anal entrance and it sunk inside. The anal ring stretched open, accepting the invading appendage push deep into Balto. The wolf dog gasped and whined with lustful pleasure. “Oh Steele,’ He said panting heavily.

      “That feels good, doesn’t it little wolf dog bitch?” He said smirking wide. “You like that thick malamute purely bred cock into your hole huh?”

     Balto whined with yearning as he felt Steele’s dick push into him, stretching him nice and wide. That thick canine dick was rubbing against all sides of the male’s rectum. “Yes, yes Steele I want more of you, fucking breed my ass!” He begged.

      Steele obliged of course with a gleeful expression. His large canine dick started out slow. But pretty soon though, his cock began to pick up rapid speed. He kept thrusting in and out repeatedly into the wolf dog’s hole, stretching him open nice and wide.

     Balto moaned more and more, his back pressed against the muscular feral form of the malamute. His anal rectum hugged at the invading cock. He can feel it push deeper and deeper into him. Those balls of the Malamute slapped against his ass, and it felt beautiful.

      Steele’s thrusts became more frequent and fast paced. His cock throbbed and shot thick layers of precum. His knot was forming at the edge of his sheath. In just a few more thrusts he would launch his full on assault on the wolf dog’s ass. “Yeah, hmm whimper my name bitch, submit to the true alpha of this pack,” He growled.

      “Oh Steele, oh fuck Steele you are my Alpha,’ He said. “I want you to dominate me, to claim me!” Balto’s voice was shrill and full of erotic pleasure. He loved how the Malamute claimed his entrance.

     Steele grunted and growled. He had heard the wolf dog’s plea and answered to them. His knot popped right out from his sheath and he gasped. “It’s coming baby, oh it's fucking coming!” He growled with an aggressive voice. He plowed into the wolf dog’s ass in constant thrusts.

      He wasn’t stopping, no. He soon pushed his hips further into the male. His large cock pushed all the way into Balto’s ass, stretching him open nice and wide. Balto knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer.

The two dogs held up their back legs into the air and loads of whines and whimpers issued from their throats.

      Soon enough though, Steele pushed his knot inside. His penis ground against the male’s rectum, and soon enough that knot pushed deep into Balto and made a loud pop as it finally made an entrance. Balto yelped, arched his back and came once again. Thick layers of hot wolf dog seed spilled beneath him.

      Steele howled lustfully as he began to cum inside of the wolf dog as well. His entire body quivered and shook as he shot his orgasm deep into the wolf dog. His load filled the walls of the male’s rectum as his tip ground against his prostate.

      Steele had to wait for several minutes for his knot to deflate. He growled and hugged onto Balto’s body and grind against him sexually and lustfully. “I can get used to this,” His raspy voice said with a chuckle.

     “So can I, babe,” The wolf dog said. With an oof Balto fell to the ground and now had the dog’s full weight upon him. He was weak from the breeding session that the two of them had, and soon enough the wolf dog had passed out, and Steele soon followed before him. While the two dogs slept, Steele’s cock slipped out from Balto’s anal entrance.

            Thick layers of Malamute cum came dripping out from that gaping hole of Balto. Balto was content, more content now then he had ever felt his whole life.

[xhallofxfame]

Remington Miller.

- - - - Eleven Years Ago: Los Angeles, California - - - - Acting wasn’t something that was new for the fourteen year, but no matter how many times he had done this, he couldn’t stop the nerves from coming to him. It was always the same - auditions, call-backs, contracts, preparing so much so he wouldn’t mess up for shooting, and hanging with the castmates. That was what the night ahead of him was all about, meeting the full cast and crew of the set. Chase hadn’t had a chance to talk to any of his co-stars yet, some of them he had never even heard of. Though, most of them only had experience in commercials or were newbies in the business. In fact, the only other person who as much experience as he did was Remington Miller, who he heard had gotten the role of his characters twin sister. He had never met the other child star actress, but he had been a fan of a few movies he had seen her in, and respected her work. Maybe that was why he was feeling uneasy more than he usually would. The car stopped, and as he glanced out the window, he realized that they already arrived at the gathering that their producer had organized so all the kids could meet and get settled with each other. “What if they hate me?” Chase asked, his nerves once again getting the best of him. Truth be told, having been in the spotlight since he was just six years old, Chase never had a normal childhood or even had many friends. He had a couple that he knew before he was famous, and he kept in touch and occasionally hung out with his former co-stars, but he had never actually had someone he could work with who he would consider his best friend. This show, a show about high school, would be the closest thing he’d ever get to a high school experience, so he only hoped that he’d actually be close with the other kids as much off screen as they would be on screen. “Chase Donovan Ryder, we don’t talk down about ourselves like that. You’re the star of the show, make them like you,” his mother told him, causing him to nod his head. As witchy as his mom seemed sometimes, she had been nothing but supportive of her son, and needed him to believe in himself as much as she did. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself out of the car, before that sudden burst of courage he had went away. Just as he was expecting, it passed by, replaced with nervousness once again as he walked inside the room that was decorated with balloons, music, food, and even drinks for the grownups. “I have to go talk to someone, but go meet everyone,” Mrs. Ryder said, before disappearing through the crowd of people. Chase looked around until he spotted the person he was most eager, yet nervous to meet. Making his way over to the girl who seemed to be the same age as him, looking just as bored as he figured he’d be by the end of the night, he sat down on the seat next to her. “Remi Miller, right? Guess we’re going to siblings for the next however long.” - - - - Liberty High: Freshman Year - - - - “Avery Blake? No way.” The name of his sister caught Tony’s attention, coming to a stop in the middle of the hall. The girl who had been talking taking no notice as the whispered conversation continued on. “Who would’ve thought that little miss never-going-past-second-base was such a slut?” The nearly fifteen year old looked up at the girls just as one of them giggled, his eyes landing on Hailey, his cooking partner in the required Home Ec class he had. His eyebrows came together in confusion, but before he could listen to anymore of the gossip, he heard a “sh!” from the girl she had been talking to, finally realizing that he had been listening. They hurried off to get to next period, leaving Tony alone with the questions that were starting to go through his mind. What did Avery do? Surely they were talking about another Avery Blake…. right? He dismissed the latter, knowing that there wasn’t another Avery Blake in the world, let alone this school, but he wanted to believe that there was no possible way that something like this could be said about his twin sister. Almost as if someone was invading his personal thoughts, his crappy flip phone beeped, letting him know he had a new text message. He pulled his phone, looking around to make sure that no teachers were around, before hitting the ‘read’ button. Guess who I hooked up with last night? His face scrunched up in disgust when he saw the image attached - a photo of his sister in a car, kissing a dirty blonde hair male that he quickly recognized as Alexander Chandler, his older teammate. “What the f-” Tony stopped himself, forcing himself to look away from the picture. Why hadn’t he even known about that? They might’ve been twins, but they were so much more than that; he thought that they shared everything, but he was wrong. He felt betrayed that his sister never told him, but he also felt anger that this was going around the school. It hadn’t been the first time this year that something like this had gone around the school this year; just a few weeks ago, there had been rumors that Avery had made out with two different guys in the range of a week, but he never expected this from her. Maybe he didn’t know her as well as he thought he did. The rest of the day continued on as normally as possible, aside from the immediate whispers that stopped whenever Tony walked by them. He kept his run-ins with his sister at a minimum, and avoided Chandler as much as possible, which proved to be impossible at lunch time when he sat at Tony’s table. Still, he barely said anything to the junior, conflicted on if he should mention it or not. By the end of the day, he decided not to say anything and to forget about it entirely. At home though, he wouldn’t be able to forget about it. He knocked on his sister’s door, and before she could even answer him, he nudged the door open and popped his head inside the room. “Mom wanted me to let you know that dinner’s almost ready.” He lingered in the doorway a little longer, before it finally came out of his mouth. “So… I got this really interesting text message this morning at school. About you.” - - - - Liberty High: Senior Year - - - - The school year had only just started, but already, Tony could tell that the year ahead of him and his friends would be quite an interesting one. Sure, some of the people he knew were bittersweet about being a senior, seeing as it was a reminder that things would never be the same again; friendships and relationships were bound to end when they left the town for college and work. Tony on the other hand was pumped to finally be a senior and rule the school. Captain of the baseball team, in a secret relationship with Mara Cassidy, his sister’s best friend, and, with his aunt Jenna in a relationship with her new boyfriend and was happy… well, the twins could get away with being out all night without her being all up in their business. It was Saturday night, and while Tony would usually go out with Isaac and Austin, he had decided to stay home instead. Of course, Aunt Jenna had teased him about this, and even Avery had wondered what was up with him, he refused to tell them the reason he wasn’t going out. Mara was coming over to spend the night with Avery, their first sleepover since his sister had come back from her summer vacation in London with their parents. Tony had stayed behind for reasons, one of which included him not being on speaking terms with them, but during that summer, he had spent a lot of time with Mara, and before he knew it, he had fallen in love with her. Not that he had ever said these words aloud to her or to anyone, but they had agreed it would only be a summer fling, but when school started back up and Avery came back home, he couldn’t seem to end it. So they decided to keep it on the downlow, knowing that she wouldn’t take the news well. He spent the majority on the night in his room, actually working on homework, while texting Mara in the next room, and besides when Jenna had ordered pizza for them all, he had barely seen her. That was, until almost two in the morning, when he heard his door open up. He had been laying in bed, half asleep, when she crawled into bed with him, waking him up. She wasn’t supposed to fall asleep with him, after getting what they both had wanted all evening and cuddling for a bit, she was supposed to leave and go back into Avery’s room, but they both had fallen asleep. The next morning, when he spotted Mara next to him, he jumped, nearly falling out of the bed. “Wake up. Avery’s going to wonder where you are,” Tony said, nudging his girlfriend, but she only rolled over, consumed by sleep still. Not even a minute later, he heard a knock on the door, and before he could tell her to go away, Avery poked her head inside. “Hey, you haven’t seen Mara yet have you-” She finished her question, and that was when she saw the figure sleeping in her brother’s bed. “Unbelievable,” she mumbled, her voice laced with annoyance and betrayal. “Av, it’s not what you think,” he replied, ignoring how his sister scoffed at him. - - - - Present Day: Phoenix, Arizona - - - - Things had changed a lot for Chase Donovan since he had finished filming his last scene for Liberty High. By the end of the show, his career had been at its all time high, starring in several movies the following year. But just like that, the star was on a downward spiral, after he had called off his engagement with Kathy. The two were one of Hollywood’s favorite couples, and fans all across were world were shocked when they learned the wedding wasn’t going to happen anymore. Of course, people had picked sides - there were always sides - but no one had known the truth about why they split or why Chase had suddenly moved to Phoenix, Arizona. Still, three years after the drama that unfurled, fans still were arguing who deserves better. He was heartbroken, and had been for years, but he eventually learned to move on, and in all honesty, he wished they would too. Chase actually enjoyed his life in Phoenix, something he thought he’d never be able to admit. But there was something about this place that had helped him move on, that helped him become a better person, that helped him have his name known as something other than “Chase Donovan, the actor.” He had real friends for the first time in his career. Sure, he had always been close to his co stars, especially the cast of Liberty High but he knew how Hollywood, how fake everything including the people tended to be, so he was always cautious about who he actually trusted. In fact, sure, he was friendly with the entire cast and spent many days and nights with them hanging out and answering fan mail together, but the other person from the cast who he had actually trusted was Remington Miller. Instantly, the two clicked, almost as if they were actual twins and not just on the television. Remi had moved to Phoenix not long after Chase had, which surprised him, but he was happy nonetheless to have one of the few people he trusted since he became famous in the first place there, in his new life. During their years filming the show, they would spend every Tuesday nights together, declaring it Twin Tuesdays. After the show ended, they still fit in their nights together every week, no matter how busy their schedules were. If, for whatever reason, they couldn’t, they’d Skype and spend the night over video chatting being random as f***. Ever since the two moved to Phoenix, twin nights had been a lot easier to have. It was Tuesday, and Chase was on his way to Remi’s house. It didn’t take long to get there from the animal shelter, Paws and Pooches, only taking an extra ten minutes while he stopped to pick up the pizza he had ordered an hour ago. When he got to his friends house, he knocked on the door impatiently. “Open the door, f***face. I brought the pizza with me and I’ll eat it all on you, so,” he half joked, chuckling softly. His stomach growled just then, reminding him that it wasn’t actually a joke; he really would eat all of the pizza on her.

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Age: Seventeen Occupation: Drop-Out Location: Brooklyn Faceclaim: Steven R. McQueen + Curious, Creative, Free-Spirited - Lost, Reckless, Stubborn

They say the worst thing about loving someone, is the day you lose them. For Jeremy Gilbert, this reigns true to his core. After his parents died, however, each day grew worse than the one before. It’s a shame, really, considering Jeremy grew up being an incredibly sweet, adorable and fun loving boy. He was full of charm from the moment he could speak, always the one adults would find it difficult to refrain squeezing the cheeks of. He and his older sister Elena Gilbert were given a wonderful life, where their parents bestowed the world at their feet. For the most part, the Gilbert’s really were the perfect family, and that’s exactly what Miranda and Grayson Gilbert believed about their children. Jeremy might not have been a prodigy child with straight A’s, and he certainly wasn’t the star athlete.. but he was warm hearted, and someone who, with his creative drawing talents, would go on to do great things one day. These were the very thoughts and believes of all who knew him back in their small town home in Virginia. Well — before the accident happened, and changed the lives of the Gilbert family and everyone around them forever. It was family night when tragedy struck — always on a Friday. Elena, however, had ditched the night to go to a house party with some friends. She’d come to that age where socialising was of importance, and it was the first night Miranda and Grayson let their daughter out. However, what no one anticipated was for a change like no other. Elena was the reason Jeremy’s parents had walked out that front door for the very last time. They were only going to pick up their drunken daughter, who could barely speak but had enough mind to call her parents to come. Nobody knew that was the final family night they would ever have, nobody knew that that would be the very last time Jeremy would ever see his parents. They didn’t come home that night.. instead, their bodies had sunk to the bottom of a river, after driving off the bridge in a terrible storm. The only survivor of the of the accident, was his sister Elena. Jeremy can’t help but feel some sort of resentment towards her for what happened, because if it wasn’t for her.. their parents never would have left the house and they would still be alive today. However, he knows neither of them can change the past now, as much as they want to.. they know their parents will never come back. Jeremy has been forced to live with the terrible fact that his parents are dead, a reality that is unbearable every second he is awake, even more so when he is asleep. When they died, a part of him died too.. every ounce of joy was stripped from his system.. that little boy was gone. The only thing that accompanied him now, was loneliness. He was sent into a downward spiral, and hasn’t been able to arise from it since. Moving to Brooklyn, New York was a huge culture shock for both Gilbert siblings, one that didn’t quite work in Jeremy’s favor. He was spiralling into pyromaniac tendencies, and upon meeting Vicki Donovan, found himself immersed in a world of drugs. She was the girl with a smile that could light up the entire city, facading the dark secrets burdened within her. And what was that secret of hers? Her undying love for drugs. His magnetism towards her sent him down that very path, something he soon discovered were the only things that could ease the pain of losing his parents.. that helped him escape his pain. The more he started using, however, the worse he got and the colder and more distant he grew. Jeremy became irritable, someone who was hard to be friends with, let alone be in the company of. He was caught picking fights and causing trouble, especially with Tyler Waldorf, Vicki’s boyfriend. People like Jenny Humphrey and Ruby Abrams were forced to clean up after the bloody trail that followed Jeremy after his fights with others. It was almost as though he wanted the pain, to have something beaten out of him. He has recently been given a number of warnings, all of which threaten his continuing enrolment at St Judes — a school he got into only because his aunt fought for it like hell. And yet, the guy barely cares about the effort she went into, or school in general. He’d planned on leaving school anyway. Jeremy is so caught up in the drug world he can’t be bothered with school, education, academia, let alone allowing himself to excel in any way. A number of people are fond of him, despite everything, and worry for him.. he has so much creative potential, and he is throwing it all away. Jeremy is headed down a terribly dark path, and though people try to stop and help him, it seems like there’s no getting through those stubborn walls of his.

It’s no secret that Jeremy is a drug user — everyone at St. Judes and Constance are aware of it. Even Elena knows about it. She’s sworn to be a constant buzz kill every time Jeremy gets high. But the drugs are the one thing that caused him to start lying. And his biggest lie to date, a lie that became his deepest secret? Jeremy Gilbert is a high school drop out. And how people don’t realize it, is beyond him. But it works better that way. Jeremy hates school, and he isn’t afraid to show it.. he’d just rather no one realize that he isn’t there in class. Not like he was before. Jeremy often skipped class to go get high, or simply because he didn’t want to go. Soon enough, he just dropped out altogether There was only one thing that brought him back to school grounds and that was Vicki Donovan.. the girl he’s been obsessing over, and even she is unaware of his lack of attendance. Probably because he pulls it off so well. Jeremy will wake up, show up, then leave before class starts. He often returns back to Brooklyn.. getting lost around town, or hanging out with an older crowd that are nothing but a bad influence on him. But that’s how the heartbroken Jeremy likes it, and because of that, he’ll do whatever he can to not go back to his old life. It’s the one place he can’t stand.

✘ Elena Gilbert & Jenna Sommers: Once best friends turned total strangers… that’s how things have played out between Jeremy and his older sister Elena. Granted, she’s not really his sister at all — not that he is conscious of that, yet. Jeremy knows Elena as his older sister who is there to destroy his high at every chance she can get. And because of that, he practically despises her. First, he blamed her for the accident and for the loss of their parents, and now he can’t stand how she tries to act like his mother. But the more she tries, the further Jeremy retracts and pulls away. The same goes for their aunt, Jenna, who is now their legal guardian. He ignores all of her attempts to keep him in line, knowing she barely had that different of a past to him. He doesn’t need parenting, or for people to care about him.  He’s alone in this world, in his eyes, and so he’ll tackle it exactly that way — alone. ✘ Vicki Donovan & Tyler Waldorf: The best and worst thing to happen to Jeremy was the day he met Vicki Donovan. A Brooklynite who charmed him the second their eyes landed on one another. She opened him up to drugs, and showed him how to live his life in a way he will love. And because of it, Jeremy has fallen completely and utterly in love with Vicki. But there’s one thing that stands in his way — and that’s Tyler Waldorf, a rich kid with a short temper. Tyler is fully aware of Jeremy’s crush on Vicki, and because of that, the two hate one another. Tyler often shoves into him, or picks on him in any way can. But Jeremy is getting better at fighting back and he knows that if Tyler picks a fight, the two will end up beaten and on the ground. ✘ Joseph D’Ottavi: Why Jeremy is hanging around someone like Joseph is beyond even him.. and yet, he can’t stay away. The man is older, but apparently he sees a lot of himself in Jeremy and so the two are close friends. Jeremy enjoys hearing about his war stories, and getting to hear about all the crazy experiences Joseph has been through.. They are so much alike. Especially since both are pyros, they are addicted to lighting things on fire and share that in common. However, Joseph set fire to an old building in Brooklyn once.. killing someone inside. And though Jeremy saw it happen, he keeps his mouth shut, especially since Joseph is intimidating as hell, and could probably murder him or his family without second thought. ✘ Jenny Humphrey & Ruby Abrams: The two Brooklyn girls that are for some reason, friends with Jeremy. Maybe it’s because they all live in Brooklyn.. or because they are the same age. Either way, Jeremy is a bit hesitant when it comes to being friends with him. They are the pure souls — well, as pure as you can get in New York — and that scares him. They often try to help him clean up his act, or be there to bring him down from his high; and in a sense, he hates it. But he’s also very grateful for them both. Jeremy knows that without them, things could be way worse than they are. They are kind of like his saving graces.. two people who care about him, and won’t let him fall off the deep end. He finds himself okay with it because they aren’t scolding, judgmental or demanding about it.. not like Jeremy’s sister is.