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moonlightobrien · 7 years ago

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You're My Home - Stiles Stilinski AU Part Four.

Prompt: “How am I supposed to decide this? How can I possibly stay without mom and dad? How can I leave without Winston? Or Stiles? This is too much. I don’t even understand how it all works, why I’m here in the state that I’m in or how to get out of it if I wanted to. If I were to say, I want to wake up, would I wake up right now?”

Warnings: Angst & Smut.

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader.

Word Count: 3779

Song Choice: Tell Me You Love Me by Boy Epic / Hurricane by Fleurie

Author’s Note: hiyyyya!! Jeez, how long has it since I posted my last chapter haha lol. I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I do. This took me so long to write, so I hope you all enjoy this. Also I deeply apologize I have to repost this because of stupid ass Tumblr! Hope you enjoy!

Did I ever see myself dying or fulfilling a spectacular life with my family and Stiles ; Did I ever expected this happening to me? What did I do so wrong to cause this moment of horrible impact to ruin everything in my future, ruin everything that was planned for Stiles and I, all of my plans, all of my goals, my life journey to Juilliard to become a pianist, to visit Stiles’s gigs with his band seeing if they made it to the top which they will, I guarantee it! But, all of that will be gone, non-existed, never going to happen to me. All of this is my choice, I chose this, I chose if I want to live without the family I love solely to my heart, or do I live knowing that I am never going to see my beautiful parents and little brother that I love so much, all of this is my decision and that’s the most terrifying decision I ever have to make.

“There are two types of people in this world, Allie.” Y/N held two cups filled with tea, we love coffee don’t get me wrong but with tea, it is more of a relaxing drink, more calmer in your system, it just flows with you. “Those who like real tea, and those who like froufrou drinks with ridiculous names.” Y/N sat down with a giggle, “Um, wow. You know, I'm not ashamed to be a cinnamon-spice chai latte lover.” Y/N laughs at her amazing, quirky best friend. “Thank you very much.”

“Yeah, well, it kind of smells like Christmas threw up in your mug.” Y/N never really understood those flavors of coffee, she was always basic, typical basic coffee, no black or anything else - just basic. “Fine by me,” Y/N smiled. “So Stiles? Is it awesome?” she says taking a sip of her cinnamon - spice chai latte, “It’s feels big, It's crazy. I can't eat, I can't sleep. But, for starters, I hate going to his shows.” which is the truth - Y/N loves his music, it’s just hard for her to step into his world, it feels different, she isn't use to this rock and roll, party until you drop dead kind of life - she used to have this quiet, peaceful, by herself, in her own world kind of life, now that she is dating Stiles, everything is different. Completely different if I should say. “Do you not like his music or..”

“No, I love his music. He writes these amazing songs, and...I don't know, when he comes off stage, I just wanna like lick the side of his face.” Allie’s eyes wide open with so much surprise and curious, “Oh, baby.” Y/N smiles and rolls her eyes with unanswered decisions. “But when I hang out with his crowd, I just feel like…” she hesitated, “A fish out of water?” Allie questioned. “A fish on Mars.” she sighs, she really wants to work it out, she runs her fingers through her hair filled with disappointment and confused emotions, “Come on, it's not his friends, you're afraid of, it’s him. I mean, he's older, he's in a band. All those girls surrounding him. I mean, it's scary. I get it.” Allie always knew what to say at the right moment even when I don’t have the words inside or out. “What if it doesn't work out? You gonna be there to pick up the pieces?”

“Every last one of 'em. But if it gets serious, you better not turn into one of those girlfriends who only speaks in the first person plural.” Y/N always hated those girls, she never understand why they talk like that, it’s not cool, it’s furiously annoying. “We love winter.”

“We never use deodorant.”

“We only like quinoa.” They both laughed at the mocks of the girls, they couldn’t stand when they talk like that, it’s not attractive in any way whatsoever. “If you ever turn into one of those girls, I'mma gonna shoot ya.”

“If I ever turn into one of those girls, I'mma gonna give you the gun.”

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“Hey, Mom? Who's the toughest, hottest rocker chick you can think of.” Tonight is a Halloween gig with Stiles band, I want to be in his world, I want to know what his world is like, the party to you are dead, the up all nighters life, I just want to experience it all, “Debbie Harry.”

“Okay, cool. Thanks.” Y/N was about to leave until her mother suggested a couple of other rocker chicks, “What’s this, a social studies project?” Yeah, like I’m going to research a bunch of random rocker chicks that she doesn’t even know a clue about. “No, it’s for Halloween. Tonight with Stiles.”

“Oh? And you want to be a rocker chick.” her eyebrow raised a little by the surprise in her daughter’s eyes, “I don’t even want to go.” she sighs, “Bunny rabbit, what’s up?”

“I want to dive in into Stiles’s world, You know, l wanna be like his friends. But what if I can't pull it off? The whole messy punk rocker live-in-the-moment thing.”

"Then you return all the clothes to my closet in the morning and go about your life. Baby, it's one night. Right? I mean, I know it's not your thing, but why not try out messy and in-the-moment and see how it feels. You might be surprised.” Maybe mom was right, maybe I should give it a try, the best thing I can do is try. I went upstairs to change into my rocker chick costume. Ten minutes pass, Y/N looks in the mirror taking a deep breath in and out, “For Stiles.” she puts a smile on her face and started heading out about to the most insane thing that she never felt before in her life.

“Hey, Stiles.” Y/N looks over at Stiles, he was wearing my all time favorite pianist. “Whoa, Y/N. I didn’t think you had it in you.” Stiles smiled. “Whoa, yourself.”

“I’m Beethoven,” Y/N smiled filled with joy, “Ludwig.” Stiles shows a smile of pure love for Y/N, he couldn’t stop loving Y/N even if he tried. “Come on, let’s go.” we intertwined hands walking to the party ; inside the party looks so fun and so chaotic which makes Y/N’s heart beat with so much adrenaline and energy that she just want to explode. “What’s up Stiles?”

“Debbie Harry always said, "A shot before showtime does the trick." So... Bottoms up.” He takes a shot of liquor, Y/N never had alcohol before, her heart was telling her ‘yes, take the risk.’ her head is telling her ‘no, don’t. It’s not good for you.’ “Oh, I’m good.”

“Okay. Well,it's there if you want it.” Stiles places a kiss on Y/N’s cheek, she gives a flattering smile ; “Yo, Stiles. We’re going on.”

“Okay. I've gotta go do my set.No running off with some me wannabe.” Y/N chuckles, “Never, have fun.” Stiles gives a quick kiss on the lips then walked to the stage. “Oh my god, Y/N! You look amazing!” It was Riley from my math class, we don’t talk that much but we do help each other with math assignments and stuff like that. “Hey, wanna bone?” this random guy came to me wearing a skeleton bone costume, “You are embarrassing yourself, Josh.” Josh is in my history class, he is a good student where I can tell ; “Come on, let me at least get your bone number.”

“Ladies and Gentlemen. Willamette Stone!” Y/N stand near the bar trying to hide from the crowd, the band came out, the leader Adam and Stiles and the rest of the crew, “Happy Halloween!” The crowd cheered ; music started to play, the song was good. The leader started to sing, Stiles started to bang a beat from his drums, “Are you coming? I've gotta say I'm feelin' better than I should Don't go! a lot, but I know life is always good Oh, come on over. Bring some friends who have the time…”

“Y/N, you have to come.” Riley said, “Wait.” Y/N took a shot, the way it went through her throat was a burning feeling, like a fire was going down - she disgusted the taste, they tried to go through the crowd of hype teens ; before you know it, they were in the front row. “So tell me now, are you in or are you not? I don’t want to move the world. I just wanna sit on top. Let's raise a glass. Here's to the best and to the worst. Here's to the feelings that you just can't put to words.” Y/N’s body started to dance to the feeling of the music, Stiles looks over and smiles, drumming like he never drummed before all of because of Y/N. “We got tonight, We got tonight. For the years. For the night. I’m feelin' good, I'm feeling high, I’m feelin' like.” Y/N was dancing her heart out, she always wondered what Stiles life was like, how his rock world was, now she knows and she never felt more alive.

“We got tonight. We got tonight. For the years. For tonight…” The crowd cheered with so much roar including Y/N. She looks over at Stiles and smiled so big, it was unstoppable. “Bye, rocker Y/N. Bye Stiles.”

“Do you like me like this?” Her heart was trying to calm down from the fun and the wild ride she just experienced. “You finally figured it out,” Y/N rolls her eyes, “No, seriously. Do you like me like this? How I was tonight.”

“You know what I liked? I liked how into the show you were. How you actually wanted to dance and hang out with us riffraffs. afterwards.That was cool.” Y/N wasn’t getting the answer she wanted, she wants to know if he likes her like rocker Y/N, the girl who does crazy shit like taking shots and dancing like a maniac or the old Y/N, the girl who loves pianos and beethoven and stay true to herself. “Yeah, but do you like me better, you know, like this?” she tried to find the answers through his eyes, even through the emotions aren’t being said, there is a way you can show them in a different way. “Better than what?” Stiles was getting confused by Y/N was asking, “Better than the old Y/N, you know with the hair and the makeup, and the clothing.”

“Y/N, I don’t give a shit about your clothes. Don’t you get it? The you you are now is the same you I was in love with yesterday. The same you I'll be in love with tomorrow.” Y/N was shocked by Stiles words of his love for her ; she puts her hand on his neck pulling him to her lips, she never had that real love from a boy, but she knows that she is incredibly, absolutely, truly, honestly in love with Stiles Stilinski. She pulls away, “Can we go somewhere?” she whispers. “Yeah.”

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(Listen to Tell Me You Love Me)

“Wow, what is this place?” she looks around admiring everything all at once, “It's an old boatworks shed. One day, me and the band are gonna fix it up and we're gonna rehearse and record here.”

“It’s perfect.” Y/N smiles, “So are you.” He walks over towards her crashing his lips to her turning into a heated kiss, they pull away touching foreheads with each other, “Stiles.” her voice was soft. “Yeah?”

“I never..” he moves even closer, “Just think of it like we’re playing music together,” his voice was soft yet had that sexy tone to it making Y/N’s heart burst into faster beats. “Stiles, that doesn’t make any sense..” Y/N smiles, “Yes, it does.” he whispers making Y/N turn on ever than before. “Alright, take off your jacket.” and so he does. “Alright, so we have four keys. We have the C key, and G, D and A.”

“And if I played a C key, it would feel like this,” she slowly place a kiss on his neck - he wanted her so badly, he couldn’t stand it. “And if I would play a D.”

“I know what that sounds like,” he immediately kissed her turning into something more than a kiss, they couldn’t stop not even for a second, Y/N released her lips from his unbuttoning his pants pulling it down showing off his underwear, continuing to kiss him rough and hard, her fingers touching his sexy body of his, finally reaching your g-spot making you moan like crazy. The sensation, the intensity, everything you felt inside, it all washed away, you finally felt alive maybe it wasn’t you - maybe it was the alcohol fuming inside of your body. “You are so beautiful.” His bottom lip nudges my top one. I breathe, my pulse pounds in my ears causing that slight ringing noise. His thumb stroking along my jugular, feeling the rapid beating of my heart. Stiles’ eyes dart from mine to my lips as I struggle to keep my breathing under control. I keep my voice steady and controlled as I give a little twitch of a smile.Stiles tilts his head just slightly, the look of lust instantly as he eyes me. “Then I am going to have to make you scream.” The moans was unbearable, “G-Go ahead then,”

Stiles started to thrust nice and slow, a moan escaped, “F-Faster Stiles.” as he commanded, he started thrusting her fast and hard, Y/N’s fingers gripped the bed sheets, Stiles was rubbing against hers, Y/N was running out of breath but she didn’t want it to end. “M-More,”

“Be patient kitten,” he spreads my legs wide again and buries his face in my pussy from behind, his nose rubbing delectably against my perineum. He fucks me with his tongue, reaching as far in as he can go then up to my clit, flicking firmly against my overly sensitive nub. “Fuck!” she whines, the tension building up more and more each time, his tongue was deep down buried, Y/N’s back arched feeling it, Stiles sat up from her kissing her body - it was so heated that she didn’t the fire to burn out, deep breaths escaped between us, but we didn’t stop ; their lips instantly connected right back to the start, Y/N’s eyes flustered with so much power against her skin, My wail echoes around us, the guttural moan that comes from him surges through me and straight to my core. His thrusts come fast and hard, hitting my sweet spot with every snap of his hips. The viciously, raging fire within me begs to be released, my fingers and toes going numb as all the blood rushes south of my waist. “You are so fucking tight,” he growls through his teeth, “Just l-love me Stiles...p-please.”

“As you wish,” Stiles takes his fingers and placing it in my entrance, “Alright baby girl, you can’t cum until my permission,” he swipes his finger into my arousal, “Please, Stiles. I need you,” and with that, he started to pump his finger inside of you making it go slow but you wanted him, you wanted him so badly, you couldn’t stand it. He soons adds another finger making it more faster, your breath was caught inside of your throat as you tried to take a breather but you didn’t want this to stop. He started to lick your clit up and down which leads you to moan a sound you never thought you could do, tears were welling in your eyes as this was too much for you but it felt so good, she felt like she was living again.

He kept on pumping his fingers, scissoring it all around, “You like that, don’t you?” his dark voice said, “Y-Yes.” he moves up to your breast, sucking on each of them, twirling his tongue all around. He started thrusting me hard adding force to it, “Fuck Stiles, I’m gon- gonna-I’m going to cum,”

“Cum for me, baby.” Your orgasm crashed into yours as if you weren’t dealing with enough pleasure, loud and strong moans escapes from both of you two, deep breaths exhaling, “Fuck kitten, you are damn good.” Moans and swear words spilled from his mouth as yours was pleasuring you. Now it was your turn to show him what rules she can play, she turns him around, “Damn yes,” You started grinding your hips down onto his. It was a slow pace too, and Stiles needed more. “God Kitten, where did you know all of these tricks?” he said, moans split out of his mouth feeling the fast rush in his cold bones, “Baby, I love it when I make you feel good.” You were grinding faster, his hips bucking to meet your rhythm. “Oh kitten, I’m gonna cum.”

“That’s right, it’s my turn to make you cum, cum for me baby, you know you want to.” You sped up so you would be able to cum with him. “Fuck, kitten! I like your rules better than mine,” a chuckle of laughter shouted through her lips, his head bobbing up and down feeling the monumentation through everything he had in his body, but he wanted to take control again, he turns Y/N around to make him on top of him, sucking more on her g-spot leaving extra purple marks on her neck, “Give me more,”

“Kitten, you are so wet for me. You want my cock?” You let out a loud moan, and he took that as a yes. Stiles reached down and lined himself up with your entrance. “You want me, kitten? I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, Yes Stiles! I need you inside me! Please!” And with that, Stiles snapped his hips and was balls deep in your cunt. He pulled out slowly and it was killing you. This was wild, and it felt so good. “Fuck! Fuck, Stiles!” The two of them were out of breath exhaling deep breaths trying to catch each other to get some oxygen that was left inside of them. “I love you Y/N.”

“I always loved you.” They connect eyes smiling at each other, Stiles presses his lips to hers, maybe going for round two.

(Listen to Hurricane)

“How are we, beautiful? I told 'em that I don't wanna leave you. I'm not gonna let you out of my sight.”

“We have another one from the accident, Nurse Davis.” The other doctor said to her. I look and it was Dad, thank god. “Oh my God, George. Is he going to be okay?” Grands said terrified on what she was seeing to her son, “We're updating his chart right now. The doctor will be in to speak with you shortly.” Y/N realized something, something wrong with him. “Dad? Where is he? Where did you take him?” Y/N started to panic, her heart beating filled with nervousness, words couldn’t describe.

“Hi. I just finish writing the orders and then she's all yours. Girl's been through the wringer.”

“Yeah. this is the easy part. Accident like that? Mom was DOA. Dad died on the table. Poor kid's waking up an orphan. If she wakes up.” My heart stopped, my whole world froze in front of me. Flashes of what happened earlier popped in my mind, my mother was in that bag, my father died on the table, everything came crumbling down, tears started to pour down, I fell to the ground sobbing my eyes - I can’t believe that my parents are dead, I��m never going to be able to wash the dishes with mom while telling her my problems, I’m never going to be able to ask Dad for advice, more and more tears poured down - my heart breaking that I can hardly breathe - the pain hurts so much, it was like getting stabbed in the body. Until, a glimpse of light came to my mind,

Winston.

“Winston.” Y/N immediately ran down the hall looking for his room ; she looks over on the map finding the room running hall to hall. She finally made it to his room, “Hey, little man.

Look at this room. You got the best place in the joint.” Willow said. Y/N starts to walk inside of his room seeing Willow and Grands and Grams. Y/N starts walking near Winston’s bed seeing him sound asleep safe and sound. “Hey, I just got here. They're saying he's through the worst of it. They were assigning his room, so, I thought I'd come here before I checked in on Kat and Den…”

Grands started to cry, “They didn’t…” Willow froze, she couldn’t believe she lost her best friends more like family that she knew from the earlier days, “oh, my God! Excuse me.” Willow had to leave, she exited the room. Y/N sat next to Winston’s bed. “You’re mine, Winston. And no matter what, I will never leave you.” Tears started to flow down, she wiped them instantly, “We're gonna make it. Listen, I need to do something. But I promise you, Winston.” She gives her brother a kiss to the forehead and ran out of the room to find her original body until she stopped looking out of the window,. “Stiles.” she shows a smile of how much he loves her, “You came.”

She ran to her room seeing her original body all wired up, having a oxygen machine breathe for her, “Listen. You can't let Winston grow up without a family. You have got to fight. You can do this. You have to do this.”

“Y/N!” Y/N’s ghost form ran to the window pressing her hands on the glass like his, “Excuse me sir!” The nurse tried to get him away from the window, Stiles wouldn’t listen, “Y/N!” he screamed. “Stiles, I’m here, please see me.” Y/N’s eyes still connected to his never leaving his sight. “Y/N!” he was so scared of losing me, I was so scared, more than that, terrified. Terrified that if I stay then I will only have Winston and Stiles, if I go then everything just wouldn’t matter, I wouldn’t have to deal with the pain anymore from losing the family I once had. At the same time if I do ending up dying, then it will affect the people that loves me, and right now I don’t know what to decide cause either way, someone will get hurt.

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superbearfun · 8 years ago

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The day began well enough. Much colder than a few days before and with a light coating of overnight snow on the ground, but otherwise fine for a weekend morning in early March. The daffodils had been blooming all week, along with white-flowering Bartlett Pears and other trees budding and coming into bloom. Yellow forsythias were just beginning to stretch and awaken, as well. In the tree tops, Cardinals were still singing despite the snow and cold, seemingly to encourage Spring warmth to quickly return.

Peacefully savoring a hot cup of breakfast tea, the day took a turn when Little Red Bear came thru the door, accompanied by my writing muse, hovering alongside. If you have never seen a writing muse, or at least mine – so chances are you haven’t – just picture a sweet and kindly fairy in your mind, but with a “my way or the highway, don’t cross me” attitude.

“Jim, I want to talk to you about something,” Little Red Bear blurted out.

“Hi,” I replied. “And good morning to you too, Red.”

“Yeah, yeah. Good morning. I want to talk to you about something.”

“Go ahead, Red. What’s on your mind?”

“Jim,” Little Red Bear began, “I want to add another character to the stories.

“What now?” I replied, aware that we had already over-filled our story character recruitment goal for “The Second Holler Over!” story collection underway now, and greatly exceeded the budget with the recently published “Pine Holler Christmas” story.

“A dog. I want to have a dog in the stories.”

“We already have a dog coming into the stories – remember? Ol’ Blue. And we just added the Barker House Blues Band, as well. They’re going to appear with Banjo the Bluegrass Bunny at the benefit concert later in the summer.”

“Well, I want one more.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“Because is not a reason.”

“Because – I want to.”

“That’s still not a reason.”

“It’s good enough for me.”

“Not for me. Not a reason.”

At times like these I look back thankfully for a patience skill developed, sometimes agonizingly, over many years of raising four children.

“I want to add a dog to the stories.”

“We have already added Ol’ Blue.”

“Yeah. But his name says it all – Ol’ Blue – ‘old. O – L – apostrophe – D. Old. He just lays around on the front porch or by the fireplace reminiscing about the past.”

“Well, he had a very interesting past. That’s why we decided to add him. Remember?”

Ol’ Blue, the Bluetick Coonhound (retired)

“Well then, I want to add another dog to the stories.”

“Why Red? Please tell me why you want to add another dog to the stories when we are already overflowing with new characters for the next collection.”

“Well, because . . . . I want a dog . . . . and . . . . Cinnamon Charlie would like having a dog around to play with. Yeah, Cinnamon Charlie — he wants a dog, too.”

“He plays around with Goat.”

“We need a dog. A watch dog. Nobody has a ‘watch goat’. To keep an eye out for the weasels poking around all the time.”

“The little fox sheriff, Albuquerque Red, takes care of that. He oversees weasel patrols.”

“Jim, now listen up here, ‘cause apparently from what I can see, you just ain’t hearin’ me well this morning. I – want – a – dog.”

Little Red Bear crossed his arms, firmly planted his right foot on the floor and then started pattering his large left foot on the floorboards of the cabin. He did seem determined and it was obvious he had his mind made up. But stories can only have so many characters and surely there must be a limit. Somewhere.

“Red, now you listen up. You know very well what the ‘writing rules’ people say. Too many characters can be confusing and make it hard for readers to keep track, and slows down the story pace. They tell writers to consolidate many characters into one. Clean – fast – snappy – to the point, start to finish. Everybody wants to hurry and get to the finish nowadays. That’s what they say. Too many characters and cooks spoil the broth.”

“Well, Mr. Fancy Writing Rules – we ain’t makin’ no broth. Are we? Or soup. Or stew. Need I remind you that we are telling old-fashioned, family-friendly stories, not modern, fast-paced thrillers? One of your own favorite writers is William Faulkner, who could take one sentence and spin it into a paragraph. Folks back then called it ‘artful and colorful writing.’ Now the rules people want everything bare bones, ‘zip-zip.’ And don’t you always and adamantly maintain that you don’t follow any rules, and openly defy the ‘writing rules police’ anyway?”

“But . . . .”

“There ain’t no ‘buts’ about it. Now Jim, listen here. You, your very own self, described our slower paced stories as being told at a pace of ‘country comfortable’. Those were your own words. I didn’t think that up – you did. And it’s you who always contend that readers today already have enough helter-skelter, hurry-up stories and stress in their lives and need somewhere to go to slow down and relax. To take time to smell the wildflowers and listen to the songbirds, and to reconnect with Mother Nature. Read and let the story unfold at a leisurely pace. That’s what our stories are about. And I don’t see how adding one more character – a dog – is going to harm anything. And what reader worth their salt doesn’t love a dog?”

It’s hard to argue back when getting beat with your own logic.

“But the character list has already grown so long, Red. It’s getting harder and harder trying to fit everyone into the stories and give them a job. Now you want to add yet another.”

“Well, you’re the writer, Jim. You’ll figure it out. And besides, you always assert that the stories are supposed to be Entertaining, Informative and Educational. How can we inform or educate folks about new animals, critters, flowers, trees, nature, and such, if we never meet them or talk about them in the stories? You can’t consolidate a chipmunk, a raccoon, a porcupine and a turkey vulture into one character no matter what the ‘writing police’ say. There ain’t no such creature. That’s fantasy then, not education. Have an answer for that one? Are you going to just sit there and let the ‘writing police’ tell you what you can and can’t do? Huh?!?”

(We couldn’t find a good Writing Rules sign for you anywhere, so Little Red Bear brought back this one, saying it was the same principle.)

Scratching the top of my head, I closed my eyes and thought for a minute, a curious habit picked up from working with Little Red Bear thru the years. He wasn’t playing fair, because he challenged my strongly independent nature and disdain for ‘rules’. I then looked over at my writing muse, still hovering in place beside Little Red Bear and impatiently tapping her wand in her hand, with a “you better do this” look on her face.

“I’m not going to win this argument, am I?”

“Nope,” Little Red Bear replied with a grin while patting me on the back of my shoulders, “you’re not. Now, why don’t you just busy yourself with writing that new dog into the stories and I’ll go start getting a spot ready for him to stay.”

Little Red Bear turned to leave, stopped and came back towards me.

“And make sure it’s a big dog. Not some little froufrou, yappy type. I’m a bear and need a big, burly dog to keep up with me. And if Cinnamon Charlie goes wrestling with some little teeny dog he might break it. Someone sizable and strong to guard against the weasels, like me.”

“How about an ox instead?”

“I don’t want no dadgum ox! I want a dog. A big one!”

“Yeah – big dog – got it. Anything else?”

“With a loud bark to scare away weasels and trespassers.”

“Okay. One big, noisy dog.”

“And brown. I like brown. Kinda reddish-brown, like me. And white. And maybe a touch of black here and there. And a long, bushy tail.”

“Anything else that you want on it? Racing stripes? Polka dots? Dancing shoes? Power windows?”

“Well now you’re bein’ silly. Just get busy and add the dog, please.”

Little Red Bear turned once again to leave, only to wheel back around, shaking his right paw at me in a scolding manner.

“One more thing. No tricks like you did to me with that mini pig Swinestein that I couldn’t understand or talk to in the first set of stories! I had to spend all last winter learning how to speak ‘Pig’. I want to be able to talk with this dog.”

With that, Little Red Bear went back outside and I was left to be overseen by my writing muse to make sure I got busy, with a now very cold cup of tea.

“Hey, Charlie!”, I heard Little Red Bear call out. “We got the dog!”

Note to self – “add a dog – a BIG one.”

What kind of dog do you think we should find for Little Red Bear in the next story collection? And what should we name it? Please feel free to add your suggestions in the comments, and we’ll have some fun. — Jim (and Red!)

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