#i hate the trousers but i cant be asked to change them yet

[smonga]

I'm too obsessed with him

[mercurial-madhouse]

Anonymous asked: I wish you would write... A Disney princess!AU (like cinderella or sleeping beauty or snow white) where both of them are princes just that they follow the same general plotline (for example H could be prince charming and L could be the one that got put to sleep or hidden somehow/some reason).

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You don’t have to say you love me (Just let me adore you)

Fiery sunlight flashes through the pendant soaring through the air, its broken chain trailing behind like snapped heartstrings.

Wrenched out of a waking dream, confusion and shock overwhelm Harry as he lurches on the shifting deck. Reeling yet frozen, he scans the insanity before him.

In his enchanted absence, chaos has usurped his throne. Niall, Liam, and Zayn are all racing about, attempting to contain the mayhem. And he’s… Why is he in his purple ceremonial robes? Why is he at sea? And the strange man a few metres away, who has just lost the pendant—what’s his name?—Ben. Why the bloody hell is Ben covered in sea creatures? Only his outstretched hand is visible, clawing for one end of the broken chain that’s sailing just out of reach.

The horrifying truth catapults into Harry’s chest. Caught within the magic bound into that necklace, he’d almost married this stranger. But this isn’t the man he loves.

Fear drives like a weighted anchor into his chest. Someone or something slams into him from behind.

Stumbling forward, Harry searches the quarterdeck desperately for the one person missing, the last person he remembers. Relief battles surprise and both cascade over Harry, unlocking his lungs beneath the flood-tide of emotion when Harry finds him.

Louis’s bracing barefoot against the opposite rail near Harry’s quarters, the captain’s cabin. The loose white shirt Harry first gave him, the one he’d flung off his own back when he’d found Louis stranded naked on the rocky shore three days ago, hangs haphazardly from one pale shoulder. The silent, shipwrecked sailor had struggled with the buttons then as though he’d never seen them before. Even now the shirt is unbuttoned halfway down his chest, one side tucked into his trousers as though Louis had thrown it on in a frantic rush to get here.

Ocean blues, wide like the ebbing tide, lock onto Harry’s. Harry launches through the melee of people and ocean life to reach Louis. Harry’s always hated low tide. Always felt like he was helplessly watching the shoreline as the ocean receded ever further away from him.

The circular pendant hits the deck and cracks. A golden flash bursts from the object, halting the tumult as it blinds everyone.

Harry’s heart surges into his windpipe as the beam zings across the deck, slams into Louis’s throat, and disappears.

Shock etches over Louis’s face. He pushes three fingers against his neck then swallows.

He opens his mouth… and speaks.

Harry’s world upends, throwing him back beneath the swirling waters of his own shipwreck eight days earlier. Up and down collide with past and present as the voice he’s dreamed of since that day comes to life and enchants him all over again with a single word.

“Hazza.”

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Harry grins at the obvious curiousity scrunching Louis’s features. Whether he never could talk or the shipwreck that brought him to Harry’s shores left him too afraid to speak, Harry doesn’t know. But his beautiful features are so wonderfully expressive it’s as though Harry’s fluent in a language he didn’t realize he knew.

“What. Haz?”

Louis nods, glancing at the closed door they’d just come through after Harry’s mum, the queen, had shooed them out of her private chambers with a wave and that childhood name for Harry on her lips.

“It’s short for Hazza.” Why is he telling Louis? His mum never calls him Haz unless they’re alone, and now he’s adding to the slip-up?

Louis’s eyes light up with such pure delight that Harry’s heart skips a beat and promptly rolls over in his chest like it’s prepared to give up the ghost to the ocean depths. He tucks a wayward strand of hair out of Louis’s eyes. Countless brushings and his hair is as wild as it’d been when Harry found him yesterday. Untameable as the ocean that’d brought him here.

Mouth suddenly dry despite emotionally drowning, Harry’s tongue flicks out to wet his lip. He follows his heart over the ocean horizon that’s reflecting in those blue eyes. “You can call me that, if you want. Hazza.”

He’s officially lost his mind. Only his mum has the right to either name. But the soft, private smile Louis bestows upon him is so warm that Harry feels like he’s been crowned the prince all over again. All the adoration of the entire kingdom pales compared to the affection emanating from Louis now.

Louis’s mouth forms silently over the word, like he’s testing the feel of the name on his lips the same way he’s once again rubbing the ruffled silk cuff of the pale blue shirt he’s wearing between his fingertips. A flash of sadness momentarily dims Louis’ smile, but then it returns larger than before, crinkling the corners of his eyes, as though Louis still loves what neither of them can hear.

Harry would give up his claim to the throne for that smile.

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“It’s you.”

The choked words burble up from his throat like bubbles through swirling seas. Two more steps and Louis’s in his arms. Holding Louis feels like the wild exhilaration of setting sail. Louis smells like saltwater air, a zesty ocean zephyr billowing the sails and guiding Harry ever onwards.

Unable to process, Harry tries to clutch Louis close and look into his face at the same time. His forehead bumps into Louis’s temple; his palm curves over Louis’s jaw.

“How is this-... I don’t-...”

Louis’s fingers fist in the purple velvet of Harry’s coat. “I’ll explain everything, Hazza, I s-”

Even though ragged with desperation, the vibrant sound of his voice shocks through Harry. Fantasy and reality collide and fragment into crystal clarity.

The man of his dreams is standing before him. Wide awake this time with no water filling his lungs, Harry refuses to lose Louis again.

He’d almost kissed Louis in the grotto before their boat upended. Now he ducks in to smash his lips into Louis’s before anything else can break them apart.

The port side of the ship runs aground over a submerged sandbar.  A barrel careening across the deck slams into Harry in the massive shockwave surging over L'Esprit as she keels to starboard, wrenching Louis from his grasp.

“Sire!” His first mate Liam catches Harry around the waist, hauling him against the mainmast he’s got hold of. But Louis stumbles, unable to find his balance.

“No!” Harry’s hand catches empty air as Louis hits the deck, sliding with everything not held down until he slams into the starboard rail.

The ship shudders and stills, canted slightly.

Gripping the rail, Louis pushes back to his feet. Harry pushes away from Liam. The sun sinks over the horizon. A blinding green flash shoots up from the spot where she fell into the sea.

“Mary mother,” Niall, Harry’s helmsman, breathes nearby, quickly crossing himself.

Every sailor knows the superstition. The green flash. The impossible will be made possible.

Harry staggers, halting halfway to him when Louis freezes. The blood drains from Louis’s face right before he disappears from view, engulfed in the same golden magic that’d left the necklace and returned his voice.

The golden hurricane vanishes.

Pure disbelief consumes Harry.

Louis’ shirt and tattoos are gone, replaced with pale skin broken only with tiny translucent scales where his tattoos used to be. They flash golden in the last rays of light, trailing down to a magnificent fishtail. Iridescent blue, with each tiny movement the colour shifts, as though the ocean and all her colours are captured within. Speckled throughout are scales of coral red, deep and luscious.

Harry blinks. The illusion remains. Fin smacking against the wood, Louis struggles upright, bracing on his palms.

Harry’s dimly aware of those eyes locking back onto him.

Louis slowly shakes his head, the plea so obvious on his face. “Hazza, I can expl-”

A slow chuckle from the forecastle breaks through the haze of disbelief clouding Harry’s senses.

Ben rises to his feet, casually brushing off guppies and starfish. The smirk on his face transforms his features and a wave of disgust rolls over Harry.

“Even the ocean knows you don’t belong together.”

He’s speaking to Louis.

Louis shakes his head again, tail flopping once more as he tries to straighten his torso best he can. His scales are already wrinkling, drying out in the warm evening air. “You enchanted him with me voice! How was I-”

Ben cuts Louis off by holding up a hand, three fingers raised. “Three days. That was the contract. You had three days to find your true love’s kiss, no matter what.”

Harry can’t keep up. That word, love, shocks him into speaking, but only a noise comes out before Louis’s growling at Ben in an echo of that burst of impetuous fire Harry’s seen glimpses of these past few days.

“I love him.” The melody of Louis’s voice changes. “Please, Simon, just give me one more minute.”

But Ben only laughs again, that same light chuckle. It grows, steadily deepening into a throaty cackle. A cloud of black envelops him until that laughter emanates from the void, punching through Harry and the hearts of every sailor aboard.

The monstrosity left in the wake of that cloud and laughter has several sailors crying out in fear, backing away. The human half is older, greying hair and cutting eyes. Instead of a tail, the creature ends in thick tentacles.

Simon leers at Louis. “Your voice belongs to me now.”

He lunges. Louis throws himself back against the rail. His eyes find Harry. Time frees Harry’s legs. He dives forward.

Simon’s arm catches Louis around the chest. His tentacles lock around that beautiful tail. Louis’s fingers claw into the wood, but the suckers latching into his scales immobilize him.

They vanish overboard.

“No!” Harry slams against the railing in time to catch a final glimpse of iridescent scales choked by black tentacles disappearing beneath the white-capped waves. He tears the buttons of his waistcoat ripping the ornate fabric off. He grabs the railing to dive overboard.

A hand grabs his arm, wrenching him back.

“Majesty, are you mad?!” Niall stares at him in horror. “You’re human, Sire!”

A burst of agony-fueled anger surges through Harry. “I don’t care,” he roars, wrenching his arm free. “I love him.”

It doesn’t matter that he’s in love with a fish.

Niall grabs him again. “I know.” Voice softer, but no less intense, he shakes his head. “But the ocean floor is only a grave for the likes of us. You’ll be dead before you can get close.”

The pity in Niall’s eyes hurts Harry more than his next words.

“He’s lost, Harry.”

Refusing to believe that, Harry shakes his head, jerking away from the words. Something flashes on the deck.

The compass that’d been around Ben’s, no, that monster’s neck. Harry’s heart lurches into his throat when he recognizes it.

It’s his compass. Understanding that his first love would always be the sea, his mother had gifted it to him when he’d turned sixteen two years ago, so he’d always find his way home no matter how far over the horizon he sailed. He’d been clutching it when he’d gone overboard in the storm, and was so certain he’d lost it in the shipwreck.

Harry snatches it from the deck. The broken chain falls away but Harry can only stare as the familiar weight in his palm settles in a pained squeeze around his heart with a single flash of a memory.

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Floating. Numb. Idle waves weaving over his legs. A comforting pressure over his torso.

Gentle fingers brush a wet lock of hair from his face. The stranded curl slides over his cheek. His fingers curl around his compass.

Distant voices. “Majesty! Prince Harry!”

The weight shifts, startled. Lips brush a soft kiss over his brow.

“Live,” that bright voice that’d just been singing, beckoning Harry towards the surface of his consciousness, whispers, quiet yet commanding.

“Your Majesty! Prince Harry!”

A hand smooths down his arm and slides over his palm. The weight of his compass vanishes with the fingers. Someone splashes away through the shallows.

Blinding sunlight pierces his eyes as he pushes them open. He’s alone on the shore. Niall and Liam are racing across the surf towards him.

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“Your majesty!” Liam’s shout jars Harry from the memory. The ocean had claimed him, and the ocean had saved him. It’s not Louis’s eyes that were familiar. After all these years, Harry’s now certain the ocean has been familiar because it swirls in captured sunswirls in those eyes he’d finally found three days ago.

And like the ebbing tide slipping through his fingers, that freedom has once again sunk beyond his reach.

“Majesty?” Liam’s fingertips brush his elbow to get his attention. Sorrow washes his voice soft. “Your orders?”

Harry can’t look away from his compass.

The glass is cracked, as broken as the mechanism within. The arrow no longer points north, but west, towards the horizon. Angry tears blur his vision as frustration wells in the pit of his stomach. He’s spent years seeking the heart of the ocean, only to find it, only to lose him. Louis saved him twice and now Harry can’t help him.

Harry can’t follow.

Harry clutches the compass until his knuckles are white, riding the roiling wave of frustration desperately. A warmth bursts from the compass and flushes his palm. Startled, Harry jumps. Like sunlight shifting over the surface, the compass flashes with a remnant of that golden magic of Louis’s voice that’d burst from it earlier.

Hope flutters like twin swallows taking flight in his chest. Harry turns back towards the rail where the arrow is pointing.

The broken arrow moves with him, aiming ever onward in the direction Simon and Louis had vanished. Harry’s facing due west but the arrow now points north before him.

“Sire?” Niall’s eyes are wide. He crosses himself again, staring at the compass in Harry’s hand.

A grim determination sweeps over Harry. “Get us afloat, Liam.”

His first mate nods. As Liam turns, barking out orders to the rest of the crew, Harry pockets his compass and throws off the lavender waistcoat that matches the coat he’d already discarded.

Unbuttoning the top three buttons of his white shirt, he rolls his sleeves up and turns to Niall.

“To the helm, Niall. I’ve got a prince to find.”

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(Of the three Disney-inspired ideas that came to me, I attempted with this one to stick as close to a direct retelling with Louis as the princess as the prompt requested. I’d also always wondered how Prince Eric knew where to find Ariel so he could help her defeat Ursula in the Disney version of Little Mermaid. I tried to answer that here. Hope you enjoy, Anony! I know it took a while. Moving homes can make writing time hard to find! And a huge thank you to you, Lily, for all your help, love!)

Have something else you’d like to see me write? Send me an ask (anon or no) completing the sentence ‘I wish you’d write a fic where…’

OT5 Superpowers 

Invisible Louis

Only one bed (H-POV)

Only one bed (L-POV)

ABO new-omega!Louis drabble that became a fic on AO3.

OT4 Spy AU

Disney-Inspired 1: Liam/Harry/Louis as Niall’s three fairy godmother roommates.

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Hey babes! So I have a request. So as you know, I'm a extreme hoe for Mr. Andy Barber. I just want him to tear me apart, spank me and all those things. And punish me, for being bad girl. Love ya! 💖💖💖

A/N- Excuse this hot mess @joannaliceevans-fanficblog. Its something else. XD And we all be hoes for some Andy. 

Warnings- Oh aggressive Andy spanking, name-calling, kinda just doing whatever he wants to the reader. If you don't care for aggressive sex, just bypass Darlings. NSFW

You were laid over his legs, your ass perked up in the air, and your head face down pressing into Andys leg, crying out as his hand came down hard enough to jolt you, the loud smack matching the burning sting that left you crying out. “Five!”

“Keep counting Little Slut were not done yet.” His hand landed on the opposite cheek, fingertips digging in slightly, and with quickfire spanks, you were up to ten, tears streaming down your face and your cunt clenching from your growing arousal. Your face is pressed into his calf, crying as your words come out muffled against the fabric of his trousers. “mmhm”

Andy growled as he reached down and slid his hand under your jaw, lifting you up so you were almost parallel with his lap, your head tipped back to look up. His head dropped down so he could press his mouth against your cheek, which is soaked with your tears, hissing at you. “I didn't hear you Little Slut, speak the fuck up.”

“Ten!” you yelled much louder this time. And his hand came jarring down on your ass one last time over the welts he had left behind. “Eleven Sir, please, I can't anymore.” Your squeezing your thighs together and trying to rub your cunt on his knee, it aches so bad, you just wanted some relief from the spanking.

“What do you think you are doing, rubbing yourself like that without permission?” He could feel the wet spot you cunt created, and he let his hand he was punishing you with cup your cunt, snapping fingers against your clit making you snap taunt almost off his lap. “This is mine, you don't get to play with it till I say you can. Naughty Little Slut you are.” You're nodding furiously as much as his hold on your chin allowed. Jerking you up to a stand, he followed suit and pushed you back to land on your back on the bed, as you were shifting yourself up towards the headboard, he was yanking off his clothing and discarding them, just as quickly following you up, and pining you under his body.

“Sir I need you.” You moaned and rolled your body against his, even with your ass sore and burning just having it brushed against the sheets. Andy smirked, his blue eyes roving down your body that wasn't captured beneath his own. “Well my whore, what makes you think that you can tell me, but I'm not sure you deserve it. Mouthy little girl you have been lately.” His hand snapped to grasp around your jaw and cheeks, pulling your head enough to that he could kiss your lips, swiping his tongue over yours and growling against your lips, stealing the very air from your lungs before he pulled back. Blue eyes searched yours and gruffly he asked. “Remember your words Y/N?”

Loosening his hold just enough to let you speak freely. “Yes Andy, I haven't forgotten.” Giving you a soft kiss against your forehead. “Good baby, cause Im about to fuck you like I hate you.” Then his eyes hardened and he lifted away from you enough to slap your thighs apart, fingers delving into your channel, catching you by surprise when a buzz also pressed into your cunt. You tried to reach to grasp his wrist the shock of the buzz and fullness of his fingers making you squeal, but he was quicker and wrangled both of your hands above your head. Your feet slamming against the mattress to give yourself leverage and snap in an arch. Andy knew just what triggered you, and he had a bullet hidden in his palm without you knowing, pressing the buzzing toy against your clit, ripping the sensations from you as he pressed and rubbed your g-spot.

“Oh your gonna cum for me little messy bitch.” his fingers quick jarring pumps, the buzzing relentless against your clit, his weight was pressed into your wrists where he loomed over your body that kept your wriggling one caged. “Sir! I- I cant!” Normally it would take more, but you were already so aroused from the spankings, and now his relentless fingering was making you try to clasp your thighs together. Your fingers twisting into your palms, and your head tipped as your orgasm rippled through you. Andy removed his fingers, covered in your slick, wiping his fingers over your heaving breasts as you tried to catch your breasts, and then he grabbed your chin, rubbing your slick all over while he spat in your mouth, and stuffed his soaked fingers in to have you wrap your lips around them. “Suck em clean.:” He demanded while dragging his tongue over your wet nipple, sucking it into his mouth, the flatness of his tongue stroking it till it swelled, humming against it till it ached in a fine line between bliss and pain.

You did your best, moaning around his fingers filling your mouth. Your tongue sweeping around them, sucking sharply till he snapped them against your tongue and he popped your hard nipple from between his teeth, slotting his hips to lay between your thighs. Your wrists are still pinned above your head, and his other playing with your tongue. Removing them from your mouth a line of spit and your cum stretching as he pulled his fingers away. “Look at how messy you are Little Slut, coming apart so sweetly for me.” He praised and you couldn't help but purr at the comment, swiping your tongue over your lips. Grasping the base of his cock, he lined up to push into you. You're still so sensitive that you whine up at him. “Sir, Andy it hurts...” you pant through and he shushes you with a dip of his head biting at your lips in a kiss when he finished filling you to stretch around him, your whine pressing into his mouth. But you don't use your words, cause even though it hurt, it was a welcome pain, a welcome fullness the way his cock is buried in you.

But there is no wait, no pause when he starts rutting himself into you, snapping his hips against you, muscles in his back rippling, his ass clenching the deeper he presses into you and he's covering your breasts in sucking bites, cleaning off the last of your arousal. Finally he lets go of your wrists and captures under your knees to press them back, bending you in half. “Fuck!” you both say almost simultaneously. You're tight around him, this angle changing for both of you. You automatically grab a hold of your ankles, and you've never felt fuller then you have right now. The noises your soaked cunt is making would be obscene if your groans and sharp cusses weren't covering it. It's furious the way he's pounding into you. “Fuck Andy” you squeal, and he's holding onto the headboard for leverage, panting and grunting.

“We didn't go back to Andy..” He growled as his hand slapped against your tight ass, making you yelp. Pulling out his hand jerked you to twist, landing on your belly, and pulling your hips up till your knees spread underneath you. Thrusting back into you from behind, your face is buried into the pillows, biting and screaming into them, hands clawing at the sheets underneath you. His hand fists into your hair, and his chest drapes over your back, now your unsure of how much more you can take from him. Sharp teeth sinking into your shoulder to muffle his grunts, causing your cunt to tighten around his plunging cock, begging now for him to finish you, fill you to the brim. “Fill me! Fuck your cum into me Sir.” Your begging and pleading with him, ripping your fingers into twisted sheets and painful pleasures started screaming internally over your body, jerking you violently under him, when he snaps his cock to bury in you once more and paint you full of his cum, warm in you, it felt good, satisfying to feel him spill in you finally after all the pounding, to be able to hear him groan in his own after-effects of an orgasm, you to moan in the satisfaction of reaching that edge and falling over.

When he pulled out, pushing himself off you, your finally take a deep breath losing the weight off your back, and his palm rubs against your ass, looking down at you whimpering as you curl up a bit. Feeling a mixture of his cum and yours slip from your thighs, you clenched them together, rubbing them when he growls out. “Open them...” Which you did, and he admired the sight of your cunt messy and used for a moment before using his touch to gather the arousal and push it back in. “Dont want you loosing any yet.”

Nodding and hugging a pillow as you stretch out on your stomach, ass is still sore from before, Andy gets some cream to rub in the red cheeks, leaving you sighing softly at how cool and soothing it feels.

“Sir... are we done?” You ask softly and he palms your ass, rubbing slow circles in each cheek, pulling them apart and pushing back together.

“For right now. We can play later tonight if you're up for it.” He leaned over to tilt your chin to look at him, and press a softer loving kiss on your lips. “And you can call me Andy if you want baby.”  

You blush and wriggle in closer, whispering against his lips. “I'm not quite ready for Andy yet. I still need my Sir.”

“Then you shall have him. Get up then, I have more plans for us Little Slut.” Moving to a stand, he held out his hand and you excitedly took it, ready for another round of play.

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Should Have Guessed {Chapter Four}

Sequel to Little Did I Know. Everyone wants to escape from their life, the mundane and the ordinary. That happened to (y/n) when a mob boss became infatuated with her and wants to get involved in her life, turning everything that she has ever known upside down.

Turning to Tom Holland, the mob boss, for safety did not work out. Will (y/n) go back or will she attempt to look after not only herself, but their unborn child.

Word Count: 951

Warnings: Swearing, mentions drugs, blood.

AN: I’m back and I hope that this lives up to the wait.

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I have never been so stressed in my life. Nothing compares to the horrors and fear that something like this.

 Who would have known that planning a sixth birthday party would be so crazy? Especially when the birthday boy did not want to but his pants on and was just running around in his underwear.

“Tom!” I shouted and he came into the room. I looked at him with the saddest face possible and handed him the pants without any words.

“If I do this, then you need to get Tilly ready.”

“Deal!” I told him, “She doesn’t want to take her clothes off all the time… yet.”

“Key word there is yet.”

“Don’t remind me” I laughed as I left Theo’s room.

I poked my head around the corner into Tilly’s room, but I could not see her. As I started walking further around the corner, I could see Sam running around.

“Samantha,” I called to get his attention and he looked at me like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, “you wouldn’t be chance know where my daughter is, would you?”

At that I heard a little giggle come from inside the room and Sam told me no, with a massive smile on his face. I rolled my eyes and shouted out “Guess no party for her then!”

“MUMMY!” I heard Tilly scream as she came running out of her hiding spot, fake crying.

Laughing, I shook my head at the pair of them before picking the little girl up and took her to her room to get ready for the party.

 The party seemed to go without any hiccups, so far. Theo invited some of his friends from school over for his birthday, so for security, we had decided to rent a house for the weekend. It was just safer for everyone. As we appeared to be a regular family who seemed to be a little over the top when it came to security, people assumed that we were related to someone important. You know, rather than being a part of the mob.

There was a massive bouncy castle; teacups ride; a ball pit; a miniature petting zoo; and the biggest table ever filled to the brim with food. Looking around, I thought about everything that we had gone through to get here. It was not easy, but it was definitely worth it. Two children, Six years, and a hell of a lot trouble, but I wouldn’t change a single second of it.

Tom came up behind me and pulled me into a hug before whispering in my ear, “Your son took his trousers off again.”

“Can you not come up to me ONE TIME and tell me something nice?” I asked pretending to be angry at him.

“You can’t even tell Theo off, it’s his birthday. If he wants to be free, let him, I say”

“No. We have guests. Go put his trousers on him!”

As Tom walked off, I noticed one of our guards walking towards me with an expression that I did not like at all. He whispered in my ear that we had a problem. But we were prepared for this. Everyone knew that if a situation like this was to occur then we do not react, we couldn’t possibly worry the children. I followed the guard into the house and down into the basement.

“It’s through there.” He told me before turning back around and resuming his post.

 I knew what to expect when I opened the door, but it was still a surprise. Tom warned me that something like this could happen since we tried so hard to act like a regular family. I told him that I would be careful. More importantly, I told him that if it happened then I would take care of it.

Walking into the room only made everything even more real. Outside, it was all ‘what ifs’ and ‘maybes’, but now, now I was face to face with the rat. She looked scared. She looked so afraid of what was about to happen to her, and I loved it. There was a single cut on her forehead which I assumed was from her being knocked out before being tied up in the room she was now being held prisoner. Looking at it made me smile and I could not wait.

“You have one chance. Only one chance.” I whispered in her ear, “You are going to die, so it doesn’t matter to you. But, it matters what happens to your family.” A single tear slid down her check and I took out her gag.

“I’m not tell you shit!” She shouted.

“Shame. And to think, I liked your husband. He’s always been so nice. Oh, and little Charlie gets on so well with Theo. I would hate to make her an orphan. I mean, how would poor Charlie cope wi…”

“OKAY!” She interrupted me and I knew that she was putty.

“So, Amy, who do you work for?”

“The FBI. They know that I’m here. They’re expecting an update from me after the party. If I don’t turn up, then you’ll be arrested.”

“But, how could they arrest me when I had nothing to do with it. You’re just a junkie who needed another dose, after already drinking too much, and recked her car. I can’t believe that I let someone like you near my son and daughter. And poor, Sean and Charlie. Life insurance doesn’t pay out for druggies. And all the gambling debt that you’ve accumulated, it’ll kill them.”

“You’re a monster.”

“No. I’m a mother. And I will kill whoever put my babies in the way of harm.”

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The Unexpected Roommate

Part 5

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Drake Walker x Riley Brooks, Leo Rhys x Olivia Nevrakis - All characters belong to Pixelberry

Song Inspiration: Perfect Strangers, Jonas Blue

Warnings ⚠️ DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, If you choose to read you are consenting that you are over this age. NSFW, adult language, mention of shooting noise. If these trigger warnings affect you, please don’t continue to read.

Word Count: 3,900 ish

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“Are you going to sleep on the couch? Or are you going to stay with me?” Asking in a flirtatious yet gruff way- Riley paused for a slight second. Not giving him an answer straight away. Her hands roamed along his body, lost in thought. The final decision was based on the kiss that they had just shared.

“Staying.”

Smiling softly at him, that mischievous grin that she had previously wore had disappeared - now, this smile was sincere making her slightly blush. Drake was turned on before- how could he not be? But now she had agreed to stay with him, changed everything.

“What do you want me to do? Stay or leave?” Her voice was quiet, almost like a whisper- as her hands continued to touch places dangerously, yet teasingly.

“I want you to stay. I want that fake sex, to become a reality.” An intense feeling erupted inside of him the moment their lips touched again. Her lips were soft yet warm, tasting the fusion of alcohol surrounding her mouth- he felt more drunk than he was already. Feeling Riley crumble right in front of him- he continued savouring her lips. Finally pulling away, they both silently gazed at each other- both needing to confirm if the feelings were mutual. The hate that they both originally showed in their eyes, now soon changed- this moment right now they looked at each other not as roommates, not as enemies but instead as lovers even if it was only for the night. Leaning down to kiss her again, she moved her head towards the side- informing him that she wanted those kisses to be on her neck again. Rather than her lips.

Feeling her hand gently rub his cock, through his jeans- he groaned quietly but loud enough for her to hear. Drake abruptly moved her hand- standing up, his hand went towards his trousers. Riley quietly stepped forward and reached for his shirt- her fingers gently working at the buttons, unbuttoning them slowly before removing it. Standing in front of her half naked, bare chested - he took a deep breath, wondering if he was dreaming.

Coming out of his daze, he felt her fumbling around with the belt buckle before unzipping the fly. Drake managed to pull his jeans down, urgently stepping out of them. His cock, sprung up inside of his boxers- this movement seemed to immediately catch her eye, whilst Drake was slightly embarrassed. They both knew what was about to happen, but he had wished that he could control his manhood- making him not look that eager. Cursing himself mentally inside, Riley smiled softly at him. Tugging at his boxers, he removed them in one swift motion. Once off the head of his cock bounced up practically hitting him in the stomach. Natural instinct, led Riley’s hand downwards- feeling her small hand begin sliding up and down his shaft, he briefly closed his eyes, feeling more aroused with her touches. Opening them, he noticed that her sparkling baby blues were focused onto his face as she continued the movements. Drake removed her hand, not that he wanted to- but he needed to get her naked as well. It wasn’t a one man show. Caressing her cheek, she inhaled sharply- unzipping her dress, he assisted her out of it. Seeing the matching underwear, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold off. Feeling mesmerised her body, his brain wasn’t functioning correctly. With past partners, he just got straight into doing the deed.

“Drake? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry.” Reaching out he gently stroked her hair, before leaning in for another kiss. The kiss began softly, feeling less anxious about the situation - he unclasped her bra. With one hand around her waist, his other hand cupped one of her breasts. Beginning to caress and play with her hardened bud, she reached down stroking his erection. As they were exploring each other’s bodies the kissing became more passionate, their tongues began to fight against each other.

“Lay down on the bed, Riley.” Following his commands, his hand ran soon up her thigh- eventually parting her legs as if she was doing the splits. As he reached further up, he immediately felt the dampness surrounding her.

“You’re so wet for me already...”

“I would be if I did it to myself- you’re nothing special Drake....just like you were immediately hard just by me straddling you before.”

“Touché. I assume you don’t want me to continue then? I was going to spoil you with my mouth instead....” Before Riley could respond with a sarcastic comment, Drake lowered his mouth downwards- holding her breath, that soon changed the second his lips touched her clit. Placing light kisses along her slit, he then stroked it with his tongue- causing her whole body to tremble. As her body reacted to his actions, he was pleased that her could pleasure her, lapping up her flowing juices.

“Fuck... Drakeeee...” Ignoring her, he continued sucking and licking her moistened lips, pumping his tongue deeper as she continued screaming his name.

Feeling as if he had done enough, he lifted his head up- seeing Riley tightly holding on to the duvet, he smirked.

“Your turn. Get on your back, Drake!” She demanded, fluttering her eyes open after recovering from her climax.

“I don’t want anything.”

“That’s bullshit...” She quickly lay down between his legs and curled her fingers around him as she did previously- slowly she began to rub up and down his length before slipping her lips over the head of him. Continuing up and down his length, he grunted as he felt the tip of his cock reach the back of her throat. Placing his hand around the back of her neck, he guided her. Not that she needed assisting.

“Riley! Please stop!”

Sitting up, she daren’t make eye contact with him- not wanting to show the disappointment. Positioning herself on the edge of the bed, she wondered why the change of heart from him. Fuck, she muttered to herself- regretting letting herself become carried away. Deciding that it was for the best to leave the awkwardness as it was, she slowly stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“You asked me to stop. So I’m going to go and sleep on the couch...”

“I asked you to stop because I felt as if I was going to cum. I didn’t want to cum so early.” Feeling relieved in a way, she regretted allowing paranoia get the best of her. “You said that you was staying, so stay. Let’s finish off what we started...” Drake pleaded.

Guiding her backwards towards the bed her stomach began to flutter, as if butterflies were there. She was unsure as to why she was suddenly nervous. Mentally scolding herself, her nerves soon disappeared as his body hovered over her.

Leaning forward so that he was leaning on her- skin to skin- he grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. Lining himself up, he slowly thrust against her-letting her know that he was ready. “Can I?” Not knowing why he asked her if he could begin- the words just slipped out. “Please.” After her response, he slowly entered her- hearing a slight gasp escape her lips he waited a while before he started. Beginning with slow movements, he eventually gained the confidence to work faster with this new partner. His cock began slamming in and out of her, his balls slapping against her bare skin from this angle that they was in - as he continued fondling with her breasts and increase his speed- this was enough to bring her over the edge.

“Drake! I’m ... I’m....” Drake knew what exactly she needed to say, he could feel her muscles clench around him. Hearing her climax again, encouraged him to pick up the pace - needing to release himself. Not that he wanted to this soon, but this unexpected time with Riley- made him feel something that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Excitement, curiosity, in a slight way loved. Knowing she didn’t love him, he was hoping that rendezvous wouldn’t push them further apart.

Grunting, he pulled out his now softening cock and laid next to her on the bed. Neither spoke to each other for a while, both still breathing heavily. Drake’s hand covered hers, turning to face her- he smiled at his roommate. Not with a cocky smirk, that he usually provided but instead a genuine smile. A happy smile.

“Maybe I should have trusted you- when you informed me that you was big. Jesus Drake, I cant move.”

“Not to brag or anything. But I wouldn’t lie about that. You don’t have to move, you can sleep here. If it’s too awkward, I’ll sleep on the couch...”

“I don’t think it could get any more awkward. We just fucked.”

“True. Night, Riley.”

“Night, Drake.” Both of them turned on to their sides facing away from each other. Neither could fall asleep immediately, both of them laid there thinking about what had happened.

About an hour later, Drake was still awake- as was Riley, unknowingly to him. Rolling over, he placed his arm around her- snuggling closer to her.

Cause you're here with me now, I don't want you to go, he sung inside in his mind.

****

The morning after, Riley stirred. Fluttering her eyes open, she remembered everything- however, wondered where Drake was. She felt his arm go around her, so surely it didn’t feel that awkward that he slept on the couch.

Quickly getting dressed, she ambled towards the kitchen but paused as she overheard the men talking.

“So you and Riley... you can thank me. I accept appreciation in the form of beer or very expensive clothing. Just call me Matchmaker, Leo.”

“Leo, I’m not thanking you.”

“What was it like? I always assumed you’d just keep going back to Kiara when you needed sex.” Kiara? Who the fuck is Kiara? Overhearing this, Riley soon became paranoid- overthinking what she actually meant to Drake. Was last night just a ‘fuck’ to him?

“I haven’t slept with Kiara in months. With Riley it was different. But it was only a one time thing.” Saying this, he believed that Leo would stop the conversation immediately. Instead he attempted to inform Drake to shut up.

“We’re just roommates. She doesn’t like me more than that. If that. It was only sex....”

“Good morning, Riley!” Leo blurted out, wearing a sheepish grin.

“Good morning, Leo.” Ignoring Drake, she made herself a coffee. Feeling that his words explained exactly what last night was.

She fucking heard you Drake, you absolute dipshit. Leo mouthed you his friend shaking his head.

“Where’s Liv?” Focusing her attention towards Leo, she didn’t want to make eye contact with Drake. Assuming whoever this Kiara was, she would be second best.

“She left about an hour ago. Getting a manicure before meeting you.” Rolling his eyes back, he was unsure as to why his fiancée needed a manicure to go shopping. He didn’t understand how a woman’s mind worked, but just agreed anything Olivia did to keep him in her good books.

“Okay... I’ll go and get ready in my room then.”

“Do you want some breakfast?” Drake asked nervously, knowing he was in the doghouse. Walking away, she responded with her back facing him.

“No, I prefer to jump straight into my dessert.”

Sighing, he placed the food on the table- walking after her.

“Have I done something wrong?” Drake questioned, hoping that he hadn’t fucked up. Hearing Leo snort in the background, he turned his head towards his friend scowling. Leo responded by smirking and shrugging his shoulders.

“No. Why?”

“You overheard what I said... stop lying. That’s why you ignored me. It’s not like that at all, I said that....”

“I heard it all. Yes. Don’t worry about it. We’re not in a relationship. It was just sex remember? Sounds like you have a ‘fuck buddy’ already- don’t include me in your games or sexual needs anymore.”

“I’d rather you be my ‘fuck buddy’.” Fuck. I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. Taking a deep breath, he regretted saying that instantly. He was kind of expecting a right hook. “What happened between us was amazing, Riley.”

“Yeah it was.” Not sounding too confident she didn’t want to make out that she was jealous over him being involved with someone else. Whether it was in the past, or in the present. Reaching out for her hand, he held it tightly not knowing how she would react to the gesture.

“So what do you say? Make a little arrangement? If you want ‘us’, we can start as casual sex- then see where it goes?”

“You’re fucking insane, Drake. Go back to hating me.”

“I’d say I’m an attractive guy, you’re a gorgeous girl when you’re not an arsehole.”

“You’re so vein. I do have a rule, if we do this though...No kissing on the lips.”

“But we did that last night. Why?”

“That was this morning actually. Because if we aren’t in a relationship, what’s the point in being intimate?” Drake’s heart sunk, not realising why. Now he had kissed her, knowing what it felt like- he wanted to continue that.

“Okay, fine. I’ll see you later then?” I’ll kiss those lips, don’t you worry Riley.

“Yup. Bye Leo.” Leo waved from a distance, not really wanting to get involved in the love life.

“Ri?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry for being a jerk... I’m starting to fall...” Fall for you. “fall behind with the housework. I’m only going into work for a few hours. I’ll clean up when I’m back.”

“Wait for me to come back. I’ll help you. 50/50 remember. My nails are fucked anyway.” Providing a little laugh, she headed towards her room- not fully aware of what she had just agreed to. Not knowing if that was actually what she wanted. Deep down, she wanted more after their night together. She wondered if he did too. Or if indeed he was just happy with the friends with benefits arrangement.

Drake sat down besides Leo, his head fell into his hands. This girl had got into his mind, he suggested the ‘friends with benefits’ hoping that she would decline the offer. Hoping that they could begin a relationship instead. He just didn’t have the confidence to express what his heart truly wanted - she made him weak at the knees. Although he would never confess that. Not yet anyway. He was unsure as to if he would ever be able to admit to his true feelings.

“Now I may not be a translator, but that was the biggest bullshit ever stated, Drake” Leo knew Drake and he knew for a fact what his friend meant when he stuttered after the word ‘falling’.

****

Riley arrived at Macy’s bang on eleven am. Usually she would arrive early, punctuality was important to her. On her way there, her mind was in a daze- flashbacks of her rendezvous with Drake wouldn’t disappear.

Noticing her friend waiting outside, she knew Olivia was about to berate her.

“I thought that you’d ditched me for Walker’s cock.” Feeling the blush appear on her face, she didn’t want this conversation to elaborate.

“Not now, Liv.”

“Seriously, Riley. Why him?”

“He’s a good fuck, I suppose?” Olivia shuddered at the thought. Not wanting to think about her arch-enemy any longer, she changed the subject. “You know, Liam is coming back for the wedding.”

“Well I hope so, he’s the grooms brother.” She responded sarcastically- just wishing that they could go inside, choose a dress and leave.

“Obviously. But he’s single.” Nudging her friend, she would do anything to see her happy- anything apart from push her towards Drake.

”Olivia. Stop right there. I’m not interested in Liam. I never was.”

****

After hours of searching through the dresses, Olivia finally chose the perfect dress for her maid of honour. Riley was grateful that the bride to be hadn’t made her look like a sugar plum fairy. Making her way back ‘home’ she wondered if the atmosphere would be awkward. In the back of her mind, she still wasn’t sure what was going on between herself and Drake. Opening the door, she witnessed him shoot up from the sofa in a flash.

“Hey, did you find a dress?”

“Yes. It was the first one we actually looked at. Hours of my life wasted. How was your suit fitting?” Bending over to take her slightly small high heeled boots off, Drake paused before responding to her question. His eyes were focused on her ass. “Did you hear me, Drake?” Shaking his head, he didn’t want her to notice that he was gawking at her like a drooling puppy.

“Yeah, sorry. Suits are overrated. A suit is just a suit right? I’ve got a hundred in the wardrobe that I don’t wear.”

“True. You’ve tidied up. I told you to wait until I was back.”

“I had nothing better to do. I’ve also ordered some food.”

“Where’s the real Drake? You’re turning into a softie, I’m going to start calling you ‘marshmallow’ from now on.”

“Haha. Funny fucker. Where’s the real Riley? You haven’t done a prank yet.” That’s what you think. I always think ahead.

“Why don’t you pour yourself a whiskey. I’ll get changed, put this away and come and join you.” Smirking as she walked away, she didn’t get too far before hearing Drake spit out the drink.

“RILEY!” Chasing after her, she slammed the door in his face- accidentally of course. “Open the door!”

“Or what? I’ll come out in a minute I promise.” Drake waited impatiently for her to come out, eventually she opened the door wearing the biggest grin. “Don’t kill me. Please. Just stand on the rug.” Why the fucking rug? Fluttering her eyelashes at him- he was hypnotised and followed orders.

“Holy shit! Riley get down!” Crouching down, panic began to run through his veins- not only for his own safety but for Riley’s. The gunshot noises scared the life out of him, wondering who was in the apartment with them. How did they get in? What did they want?

Looking at his concerned face, she walked over towards him pulling the rug back- showing the reasoning behind the ‘gunshot shots’. Bubble wrap. Unable to prevent herself from laughing, every time she contained herself- his face would make her burst out into a fit of hysterical laughter. “I’m sorry, Drake... I can’t.... I can’t breathe.... your face....”

“Are you trying to fucking kill me? First you drug me, then try to poison me with fake whiskey- What was it? Then you try and give me a fucking heart attack.”

“Technically Olivia drugged you. It’s tea with vinegar in it- couldn’t you smell it? It was worth seeing your face...”

“How would you pay the bills if I died? Ever thought about that?”

“Simple. I’d move out. Leave your body to rot. Plead innocent. By the way, the real whiskey is in the cupboard- behind the cereal.”

“If you’re fucking with me again... I’ll kill ya.” Hesitating trying it, he sniffed it first. “Here, try it first.” Riley did as he asked, swallowed it down in one.

“See it’s whiskey.” Drake narrowed his eyes still unsure if he could trust her fully. They remained silent for a short amount of time, until Drake decided to break the silence with an obscure question. Not the usual type of conversations.

“What are you wearing under that by the way?”

“What time is the food coming?”

“In about an hour because I wasn’t sure what time you was coming back. Why are you ignoring my question?”

“I’m not ignoring it. If you want to know, why don’t you just undo my robe.” Drake held his breath as he closed the distance between them. He noticed her breathing rapidly increase as he touched her. Untying it, his hands went to her shoulders- forcing the robe off of her.

“You’re wearing what I bought you.”

“Do you like it?”

“I love it. You look sexy... so fucking gorgeous.”

“Are you fishing for a blowjob with your charm?”

“No. But if you want to do that I’m sure he’d enjoy it. Or I could pleasure you instead?” Leaning forward, in his mind he wanted to fuck off her stupid suggestion about ‘no kissing’. Their lips almost touched, as there was a knock at the door. Drake let out a frustrated sigh, letting go of her waist he answered the door, as she quickly put the robe back on. Their takeout had arrived prematurely, handing the delivery man the money- Drake forcefully placed the food on the island. “Can you not tell the time properly? I thought you said that it was arriving in about an hour. I think you need to go back to school Drake.” Winking at him, she was about to position herself on the stool- her belly had began to rumble, the aroma of freshly cooked food was lingering around them. Unexpectedly Drake picked her up and flung her over his shoulder- heading towards his room. “Drake! What the fuck? The food!”

“Chinese is always better warmed up the day after anyway!” Placing her back on the ground he held her tight- not wanting her to runaway. Not wanting for her to ditch him for some over fried, fatty food. He knew what he wanted. Ever since he knew what she was wearing, everything slipped from his mind. Opening the door, he dragged her in- not forcefully. Pinning her against the wall, his hands urgently ran through her hair before cupping her cheeks. Crashing his lips on to hers, mentally he was smirking as she melted away in the kiss.

“I said no kissing....”

“I get it. You’re afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands off me. If we kiss. But we’ve already crossed that line...you shouldn’t tease me...”

“How am I teasing you?”

“Wearing what you are wearing...” biting her lip, she untied the robe- slowly yet seductively.

“Oh, you mean this?”

“Yes. That. I want you, Riley. So desperately...”

“What are you waiting for then? We had an arrangement didn’t we?” Drake held her head in his hands, pulling her towards him into a fiery and passionate kiss. Breaking apart, their breathing was in unison- rapid. Caressing her cheek with his thumb, she ran her fingers down his chest before pulling his as close as she could towards her. Not leaving any gaps between the two of them, she could feel his heart beat against her chest. Knowing that he could feel hers too, they stayed still gazing into each other’s eyes. “That arrangement, I am going to stick to it. Get on the bed, roomie.”

****

Leo and Olivia had just shared an intimate shower together. Relaxing on the couch they were both excited about their upcoming wedding. Discussing last minute preparations, Leo couldn’t wait for it to be over and done with- he hated seeing Olivia act all bridezilla towards him. Hearing the door knock, they both placed a wager- assuming it would be either Drake or Riley crying and moaning about each other. Making the other person seem the worse one. The two of them knew that Riley and Drake was alike- especially with their stubbornness. Leo sighed as he walked over to open the door, with a towel hanging dangerously loose on his hips.

“Before you start, I don’t want to hear it... I’m not getting blamed for this....Liam?”

“Hey, Bro. I assume you wasn’t expecting me with that introduction. Who have you pissed off this time?”

“I assumed you was somebody else. Sorry, I’ve not pissed anyone off. Don’t worry. What are you doing here? You’re not due back until the wedding.”

“I’ve used some holiday days.” Olivia heard the familiar voice, confused as to why he was here showering them with gifts. What has he done now? She thought to herself.

“Aw Liam, I didn’t realise that you loved me that much. These flowers are beautiful.”

“They aren’t for you. But I’ll get my favourite sister in law some soon. I promise.” Olivia was unsure whether or not to be offended that the flowers wasn’t for her. After all the Rhys’s were charmers with all the women.

“Who are they for then?” Seeing Liam look at them with sorrow in his eyes, the penny finally dropped.

“That person, doesn’t live in the city anymore.” She send confidently, attempting to persuade herself that she was telling the truth.

“I know she does Olivia. Stop lying to me. I need to see her, I need to talk to her. Where’s Riley?”

[winsister91]

Clean Up On Aisle Four

Summary: Hungover from a raunchy night, reader gets to work to be greeted by a familiar face as their new trainee.

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, sex in a public place, unprotected sex, doggy style, language...throw fluff in there for good luck.

Word Count: 2487

My Masterlist!

~ Dean and forever tags are open! ~

A/N: Just a naughty little smut one-shot before I go off on a break for the weekend. Genuinely gonna miss you all! Gonna have to download the app so I can stalk yas :P Thankyou again for the love on my series Three Wrongs Make A Right, I’m genuinely attempting plot on that one so it hasn’t got fully down and dirty yet. This random one shot here was a random idea that occurred to me at work the other day, so had to vomit it out before my little break.

Tag list from @spnfanficpond I deleted a bunch that didn’t seem to be working, and now noticed that some aren’t working from these few too? I don’t understand if I’m doing something wrong or not. Feel free to lemme know if you’d like to be added/removed. Let’s go!

Shit shit shit shit SHIT. You run into work late, hair a mess, make-up not applied and your eyes are bloodshot from lack of sleep/hangover.

It's unlike you to go out the night before work, but your bestie had persuaded you, only for them to drink too much and ditch on you half way through the evening's proceedings.

You'd already found company by that point however. The dreamy, olive eyed hulk variety of company. His face comes into your mind and your legs quiver in memory of what happened in that dreamboat's motel room. He was called Dean, and boy that was a night you will never forget. Shame you had to dash off at 2AM to get home because you had to be ready for work in the morning. You would have happily stayed for a round two or three otherwise.

Now here you are, back in work, gotta get caffeined up and focused for the new temp trainee coming that afternoon.

You work in one of those huge department stores that tries to sell everything. It does food, furniture, clothes, electronics, gardening...stuff and... well its easier to list what the place doesn't sell really.

It's three hours before your trainee arrives, so your manager, annoyed at your lack of punctuality today, demotes you to the tills all morning. It's not that you dislike people, but trying to be all smiles and customer service with a raging headache and running on three hours sleep is enough to break anyone's morale.

“Thankyou!” you beam at a couple at your register, cheek muscles hurting from the false smiles, all you desire at this moment in time is a good strong coffee.

“Hey Y/N!” your manager yells from one of the nearby aisles, “Your trainee is due is ten minutes, close your till off and get ready to meet them.”

You close your eyes with relief that you get to escape for a moment. You can make yourself a quick coffee in the staff canteen whilst you wait. Double win.

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Sipping at the piping hot nectar you sit in wait, running through everything you'll have to cover with the noob in your head. Grab them some uniform, quick store tour, warehouse procedures, a new bedroom display has got to be made up too. Maybe you can claim that to do with them. The door to the canteen opens whilst you go in for another sip of your  cup o' joe. You look up and see a familiar set of green eyes combined with a cocky smirk.

“Dean!!” you yelp in shock, choking on your beverage.

“Why hello there sweetheart,” he replies smoothly as he heads towards you, “Well today just got a lot better.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” you hush, feeling your cheeks burning.

“I was told to come and meet my training mentor,” he shrugs, biting his bottom lip, “I gotta say, I'm just as shocked as you are. At least we can skip the awkward small talk introductions.”

You stifle a laugh, rubbing your face in your hands in total bewilderment. How is this even possible? Dean was right awell, today did just get a hell of a lot better.

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You cant help but giggle seeing him emerge after you'd given him his uniform. He didn't exactly suit the gaudy blue t-shirt with yellow sleeves. The navy work trousers did cling around his ass very satisfyingly however. Dean spots you admiring the booty, raising an eyebrow and laughing.

“It's not like you need to imagine what's under there,” he winks.

“Shhhh!” you give him a playful elbow to the arm, “If management find out we know each other, they'll totally put someone on else to train you.”

“Well we simply just can't have that can we?”

“Right! So just...behave yourself already!”

Dean did not behave himself. Throughout your tour of the store and warehouse he continually messed about and made innuendos that left you a in a near constant state of blush.

“The hell is this supposed to be then?” He laughs, picking up a rather phallic looking piece the store had on sale in the bathroom section.

“Christ Dean I dunno,” you hold your head in your hand, fighting back the laughter trying to burst out of you, “Some kind of ornament or something I guess?”

“This shape though? In the bathroom? Yeah they knew what they were doing with this thing,” Dean puts the 'ornament' back down pulling a stupid face.

You move on, narrowing your eyes at him, but unable to hide the smirk on your face. Next was the bedroom section.

“What that's then?” Dean inquires, pointing to the corner where a huge curtain hides and divides off a chunk of the room.

“That's one of the bedroom displays but it needs changing over to the new stock. So the bed sheets need changing, the small furniture swapping out etcetera,” you explain, “That's our first job actually.”

“And they hide it?” Dean raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, its so the customer's see only the full display, apparently seeing it built up and swapped around can destroy the illusion.”

“So...nobody is likely to go snooping in while its being changed?”

“Well...its cordoned off, so generally not.”

A glint twinkles in the Winchester's eyes which makes you slightly worried but guiltily intrigued.

You head over to the curtain, both slipping in behind it.

“We need to get rid of all this stuff first, like the bedding and what not...” you state, grabbing a corner of the duvet intending to pull it back. Dean throws himself onto the bed, stretching out with his arms and folding them behind his head.

“Dean!” you giggle at him.

“Man I'm beat,” he closes his eyes, adjusting himself to get comfy.

“We haven't done anything yet!” you squeak, throwing one of the pillows at him.

“Yet,” he gives you a wink, “What actually happens to all this stuff once it's swapped to the new?”

“I dunno,” you shrug, “All the furniture gets sent back to the depot...the bedding bagged up and sent with it.”

“It's not checked or anything?” he gets up and walks over to you, bringing his hands to your waist and breathing down your neck.

“Dean,” you mumble, shuddering as his breathing gives you goosebumps, “I don't know what you're thinking but-”

“You know exactly what I'm thinking,” he gives a few light pecks down your shoulder towards your collarbone, “Are we likely to be left alone?”

“Um...I guess?” you try to protest but Dean is difficult to resist, “But...this is my job Dean, and yours.”

“This aint my job for long,” he mumbles, “Just stay quiet if your worried.”

He looks directly into your eyes and you see his are full of want and hunger. Fuck it, I hate this job anyway, you think.

Your lips lock onto his. Like last night his kisses are strong and passionate. He bites at your bottom lip and his hands grab your ass tightly. You gasp as he hoists you up onto his hips, his tongue asking for entry into your mouth which you accept instantly. You hands run up his back, pulling the awful shop's shirt up and off him, revealing that amazing body. Its toned and firm, a few scars here and there but they do nothing to ruin the spectacle of perfection displayed.

Dean lays you down onto the bed, one of his hands big enough to hold both your wrists down above your head. His free hands runs up the front of your shirt, lifting it up so he can access your breasts. He pulls a cup of your bra down and kisses at your already hard bud. It sends tingles straight down you, and you bite your lips together in an attempt to muffle your whine of approval. His tongue now circles it, starting slow but gradually building. You can feel the sensitivity there growing, almost becoming unbearable. You clench your eyes, biting your lips so tightly to stop any noise escaping you. Your back involuntarily arches and you just about manage to convert your moan into a deep exhale, but you can feel your throat shaking. He switches to your other breast, and your arms desperately want to come down, they want to touch him or at very least dig into the sheets, but Dean holds them there strongly. You opt for bringing you legs up instead and wrapping them around his waist. You manage to pull him forward, driving that bulge between his legs into your groin, and your eyes roll back in memory of what that bulge contains.

“You're keen,” Dean whispers, with an eager smirk.

“After last night who wouldn't be?”  you smirk back.

He releases your hands as he unbuttons his trousers, so you work on unbuttoning your own. Your eyes dart around the curtain surrounding you, hoping no one out there has cottoned on to what's going on in here. It's all making you very nervous and out of your comfort zone, but the out right freaking...naughtiness of it all makes you so damn hot at the same time.

You see Dean's hard cock in his hands and he rubs lightly away at the tip, breathing heavily at you.

“Lose the shirt,” he orders.

You automatically do as he says, tossing it aside and laying back down as Dean lowers himself onto you. You're kissing again, your hands in his hair pulling lightly while he teases at your folds.

“Fuck,” you gasp as quietly as you can, pulling your knees up so you can give Dean entry.

“Nuh uh,” he whispers, “We did missionary last night.”

Before you can even respond, Dean flips you over so you're now bent over on your knees. A slight panic suddenly takes you.

“Wait Dean I'm not into ana-” you hush quickly.

“Neither am I don't worry,” he interrupts, “Done it this way before?”

You shake your head, so self conscious in this position and nervous to be trying new stuff in this scenario.

“Relax,” he coos, “Just give it a try, I've heard crazy reviews. You don't like it we'll switch back I promise.”

“O-okay,” you stutter, not a hundred percent convinced, but despite only meeting him last night, you have a weird sensation of trust towards Dean.

Not being able to see what's going on is throwing you the most at the moment, you worry that he'll do something that takes you by surprise and makes you cry out. It's like Dean can read your mind, he does everything he can to give you a pre-warning. You feel his fingers gently caressing your folds again, and in this position they seem to be so much more sensitive, sending a tingle all the way down your legs to your knees. You throw your head back, trying to replace moaning with deep breathing.

He replaces his fingers with his cock, and slowly eases in. Your mouth opens but you somehow manage to hold back the moan, clenching your eyes tightly. As Dean slowly begins to build momentum, your clench the headboard getting used to the sensation of your g-spot being hit at this new angle. It feels so much more intense, your coil beginning to quickly tighten already. Dean's breathing get heavier and you hear him mumble numerous curse words in lust.

“Play with your clit,” he whispers to you, his cock thrusting deeper as he leans into your ear. Once again you find yourself obeying, one hand still clutching on the headboard for balance and the other making small playful circles at that most sensitive point.

A very slight whimper escapes from you as you feel your body start to come alive. Dean is clutching onto your ass so tightly, it causes a new pleasurable pain you haven't experienced before.

“God Y/N,” he grunts, reaching his quickest pace, “I c-can feel you getting tighter. F-fuck.”

Hearing him say these things makes you so much hotter. Your g-spot now getting hit rapidly, your circling finger gaining speed. It's overwhelming.

“D-dean,” you gasp as quietly as you can.

Another grunt comes from him as he makes a final deep lunge into you, and you feel his cock throbbing as it releases his warmth, coating all inside you.

You white out momentarily, your knees caving in as the spring inside you explodes. You force your head into the pillow, hoping it will muffle the strained moans you try so hard to hold back.

You both drop onto the mattress, staring at the ceiling and trying to regain your breathe.

“That was...” you start, wondering if that really did just happen.

“Amazing,” Dean finishes, chuckling slightly as he grabs your hand.

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You both hastily get dressed and manage to sneak off to the bathrooms for a quick clean up. As you come out you run into your manager, a look of disgust on their face.

“You and the newbie seen that bedroom section!?” he cries.

“No!” you answer quickly, attempting to sound convincing and not sure if you're succeeding, “We were just finishing a quick break and heading over there actually.”

“It's a mess!” the manager exclaims, “Looks like some customers have been fooling around in it or something.”

“Now that's just sick,” comes Dean's voice from behind you. He must have just come out of the bathroom too.

“Ah, so you're the trainee then?” the manager looks down his nose at the Winchester.

“Not any more actually,” Dean shrugs, “I'm quitting.”

You look at him in shock, the manager just scoffs and walks away mumbling something about time wasters.

“Your quitting!?” you shriek, “After all...that!?”

“I'm sorry sweetheart,” Dean looks genuinely apologetic as he brushes a stray hair from your cheek, “This was only a temp thing because me and my brother were having some...money issues... but he just text me to say it's sorted so we're actually gonna be leaving town tomorrow.”

“Oh...” you feel a little deflated. He did tell you last night he was only in town a short while so this was to be expected really. It's annoying but...there is one small opportunity left, “So you'll be around tonight then?”

“Uh...” Dean raises an eyebrow and tilts his head at you, “Yeah I will.”

“Meet me at 8?” you smile cheekily, “Same bar?”

Dean laughs, scratching his head, “Yeah I'd like that.”

You give him a wink and stride back to work, a new found spring in your step. Yeah this wasn't ever going to become a full blown relationship, but it sure is a lot of fun.

Best day at work, ever.

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[officialsonic06]

do the entire list dude

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? i cant remember the person i texted rip2. You talked to an ex today, correct? i have no exs. Painfully single. 3. Have you taken someones virginity? I am a virgin so no 4. Is trust a big issue for you? YES 5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? the last person i talked to was a shop clerk and i havent been outside since 6. What are you excited for? new overwatch event ye bOIIIIIIIIII7. What happened tonight? its 7am for me but last night i did the nexus challenge in hots for officer dva icon and spray 8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? no bc theyre having fun i do think it disgustiung when people take adventage of wasted girls tho 9. Is confidence cute? YES. YES IT IS. 10. What is the last beverage you had? if we’re going by the words literal meaning last hot drink i had was a latte with a shot of espresso and shot of vanilla syrup 11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? NONE. my gay ass avoids the men. 12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? no. trousers = satan13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? study for my war, intel and strategy exam 14. What are you going to spend money on next? lootboxes or food 15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? cannot remember last person who kissed me (its been a longtime) plus ive never had a gf sooooooooo16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? yes17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? amy probs 18. The last time you felt broken? everyday of my god damn life 19. Have you had sex today? im a single virgin 20. Are you starting to realize anything? yes that im fucking gAY AF AND LONLEY 21. Are you in a good mood? im not in a bad mood 22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?  no23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? never knew my dad24. What do you want right this second? a gf25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? i’d be fine with it bc as long as their happy i am happy 26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? nah27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? whose partner doesnt make them laugh wtf28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? latest unhhh episode when trixie “snake charms” katya and the producers edited in alaska 29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? no30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? depends (difference between accidently fucking up and murdering someone) 31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? i hate all boys so yes32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? the only feeling people have about me is disgust 33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? nah fam my blood is 99% mountain dew34. Listening to? nothing but usually u’s 35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? yeah 36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? cant remember last person whop kissed me 37. Do you believe in love at first sight? more like LUST at first sight ammirite fella s38. Who did you last call? cannot remember last phone call imade 39. Who was the last person you danced with? no one 40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? cant remember last kiss i had41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? cant remember 42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? im at college in rural wales and shes in lancashire so no 43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? i dont have to have a crush to embarrass myselrf 44. Do you tan in the nude? i dont tan. I BURN. 45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? cant remember last person i kissed46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? nope47. Who was the last person to call you? marketing call probably48. Do you sing in the shower? in dorms so no 49. Do you dance in the car? dont drive 50. Ever used a bow and arrow? yeah51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? never52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? fuck no53. Is Christmas stressful? nah most my family is either dead or divorced so christmas is chill 54. Ever eat a pierogi? wtf that55. Favorite type of fruit pie? rubarb pie 56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? trophy wife 57. Do you believe in ghosts? yes 58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? i read this in tracers voice but sometimes 59. Take a vitamin daily? no60. Wear slippers? yes61. Wear a bath robe? no 62. What do you wear to bed? shirt and pants 63. First concert? no 64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? im in the uk so no 65. Nike or Adidas? no - not all sterotypes you read about lesbains are real 66. Cheetos Or Fritos? none 67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? none 68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? none 69. Ever take dance lessons? probably 70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? idc as long as shes rich and i get to be a trophy wife i dont give a shit 71. Can you curl your tongue? yes72. Ever won a spelling bee? not a thing here 73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? probably74. What is your favorite book? the 7 habits of highly productive elves 75. Do you study better with or without music? listen buddy i dont study 76. Regularly burn incense? im in dorms 77. Ever been in love? nope!78. Who would you like to see in concert? aqours probably 79. What was the last concert you saw? cant remember 80. Hot tea or cold tea? both 81. Tea or coffee? both 82. Favorite type of cookie? all cookies 83. Can you swim well? im okay84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? no 85. Are you patient? FUCK NO86. DJ or band, at a wedding? dont care 87. Ever won a contest? probably not 88. Ever have plastic surgery? im a broke college kid 89. Which are better black or green olives? olives are spawn of satan90. Opinions on sex before marriage? fine with it 91. Best room for a fireplace? living room fite me 92. Do you want to get married?i havent met anyone yet so idk

[chickenstuffedwithmozzarella]

Haaau. Oooh. Thats sweet. Do i really say holiii that much? I havent noticed. Okay, let's blame tumblr. It's not as if it works perfectly so...😂 Oooh, yes!! I'm in. Tag me in whatever you want. The meme of H and the lamb was hilarious. I love that comparison. Jajajajajja Gosh, can you imagine when he sings Familiar all by himself? Without JBalvin to do that part? If he sings the whole song when he comes to Spain, fans will lose it😂 (1). ((Any update of Liam the cat?))

HI!!!!! I don’t know! You have say it just a couple of times, really, but this girl says all the time and you reminded me of her, and now she reminds me of you,jejje. Honestly, that lamb is Honey! Jajajja. He’s like that too! He looks at you like: what? Do you have something to say? No? okay, bye. Jajaja. And let’s be honest, harry is very meme material,jajajajajja. (I’m so behind in his tour updates, btw. Haven’t seen anything🤦🏻‍♀️) Liam is coming in a couple of weeks? The 4th. Imagine if he sings in Spanish!!! I would die! If he does, he will do it Perfect (Perfect is capitalized bc of the song, omg). I’m sure he’s learning new words in Spanish. Hola sacapuntas, ¿como están todos? 🤣🤣🤣

Oh nono. Dont apologise. I was just laughing at myself. But thanks for the effort💖 This asks was easy to figure out. Oh, dont worry. Im more concerned about the inbox eating my asks (are they safe or are they lost? I never know) than you not answering. Really. (2)

Right? Like, you take the effort to write something and then you put it out there, without knowing if it will reach their destination or not. And at least with me, you know for sure if the ask is missing or not. But when you write people who has a lot of ask you’re like: did the ask get lost or did I say something rude? Are they ignoring me or have the blocked me??? Hjdfojriofjnoeirvjerv @staff!! Work on it!!!!

I dont like the sentence that goes “seria mucho mejor si participa”. Its nothing, but…me chirría* bcs of the possible undertone. Im very sensitive. Thats it. Though i must say that they compensate it with tge next sentence “voy a hacerte todo *lo que me permitas*”. Bcs consent!! Thats important. Oh, same. I dont usually hear anything in Spanish, mainly bcs i havent found anything that i like. Oh, you have almost the whole week free? Thats good!! (3) *i cant think of how to translate it xd

Jo, I haven’t read the lyrics yet (sorry Liam, I’m a very busy person,😅), but yes, you might be right. That sentence… if she isn’t participating… what are you doing then? And yes, that other sentence is better. I have to take my work (as a fan,lol) more seriously. Sdicsjdlncinsldcnlcjvls LOUIS JUST TWEETED LIAM???? Jfdbhkdbffvdfkv WHAT IS HAPPENING!!!!No, but my friends are idiots, jajajja, because I like a lot of Spanish music, actually. Like from the 80s and such,jajajajaj. And once, we were watching OT el reencuentro, and I knew all the songs and they wouldn’t stop teasing me, jajajaj. And o was like: see?? I like Spanish music. OLD Spanish music. Now, even Bisbal sings reguetón 🤦🏻‍♀️.I have to babysit my cousin on Wednesdays starting this week, so good. Bc I only work on Tuesdays and weekends. And someone else have offered me to babysit their children occasionally, so good good. More money for me to spend on the boys.

No idea what is Terra Chat. I guess i was too young? But i do remember messenger! You talked for 6h each day? Thats insane! I could not talk for so many hours. I would run out of topics or something. First time you failed anything, and you 6? Wow. Go big or go home, right? Jajajajaja. Luckily i dont think i’ve ever had any problem with the internet🤔. Its a lifesaver, really. (4)

Seriously, Terra’s chat was the boom back them, jajajja. But I was like 15, so maybe you were still starting to walk, jajajaa (I DON’T KNOW!!)? And yes we would talk for 6h every day. I would eat dinner at my computer, the days I would eat something at all. I lost 4kg the first week I started talking with him,jajajaja. IT WAS TRUE LOVE 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 (gaaa, I used to be the most embarrassing teenager you can imagine,jajaja (haven’t change much, I admit)) [philosophy moment of the day] Kids from today’s day should know the struggle to not be able to text every moment of every day. Having to compact your words into 180(?) caracteres, bc you only could send a text, and it costed money! EVERY. TEXT! Uffff, that gives personality to someone,jajaja. They have so easy to communicate these days😌. [end of philosophy moment]

You also have a JHO shirt????😍😍😍😍 one shirt for each? Well then, 2 more to go. I’ll swear, someday i’ll get myself something like that. What?! You didnt like Niall??? Soraya!! How so? He was lovely! Yes!! He (& his team) is doing so good! He’s conquering the world and im here for it. And also, his new dressing style is a blessing. I love the trousers he wears for the shows. He looks really handsome😍 (5)

The better part of them putting out they’re careers at different times is that you don’t notice you’re spending so much money,jajaja. Because everything is so expensive!!!! Don’t remind me, I’m ashamed I didn’t like him. 🤦🏻‍♀️. It’s not that I didn’t like like him. I just didn’t see anything special about him?? How??? Was I blind??? Probably! But now I just jsdkhfiowjefijowef  love everything about him. And yes, absolutely yes no his new style. I can’t wait to see him in person, omg!!! I’m so excited already, jajajaja.

Over again? Listen, can you belive that i discovered very recently that when they sang “hole in the middle of my heart like a polo” there werent talking about shirts?!! I used to hate that sentence bcs it made no sense to me! But they are talking about candys!! Of course. Solo songs. How did i forget?? Small stage? Mymy. You are a genius😂 Oh cool. I know nothing about cameras, but this one has an impressive name. JAJAJA. (6)

Jajajajajaja, I was shocked too when I knew about that too!  Jajajaja, I remember thinking, oh that’s makes much more sense that a shirt with a hole??? Jajajajajja. But I love that song live, seriously. You’d have to hear me and see me the concerts I perform in my car!!!  🤣🤣🤣🤣. I lose it with that song! My dream? To drive for 5-6-7 hours singing every 1d and solo songs, singing (screaming) every song, and with other four friends/fans. That’s my dream. Jajajaja. No dram job. No being rich. No nothing. Just singing 1d songs, jjajajaja.

Okaaay. I will call you if necessary. Same goes for you. JBieber and Zayn? What about them? Are they making a colabo or something? Are you asking about my toughts on them?? Sorry. Im a bit lost. (7)

No god, how could you Thing they would be collaborating, 😖, jajajajaa. No no. Your thoughts on them. Nah, I asked be I was going to tell you things my mom says about them, but I don’t want to offend you if you like them, jejeje.

Guess what. My friend (who is the most up-to-date on pop culture and music, and the one i always tell my theories to) called me yesterday “la reina del ocultismo”. (Just bcs i said that Shawn latest song sounded queer to me). JAJAJAJAJAJA. Anyway, I felt so proud. I might be crazy, but at least i have cool name. And i dont get bored🤷 (8)

LA REINA DEL OCULTISMO!!! Oh yes!!!! Jajajajajaa. Hey, I don’t follow very close Shawn, just what I see in my dash, or I’ve hear the songs they play on radio, but girl!!! He so gay!!! (And I don’t want to be offensive, okay? Offensive as in assuming he’s gay or something (wow, they just started playing It Isn’t in My Blood by Shawn,jajja) just because stereotypes). I saw and interview the other day, and he’s stance…mymy. But, well, again, I don’t know anything about him. “I might be crazy, […]And i dont get bored” #aboutme, jajjaja. And, please, share you’re crazy theories with me!!! Jajaja

YES YES YES. Of course i read fics. I read them everywhere, shamelessly. On the train, on the subway, at college, at family dinners (that one was risky, i must admit). JAJAJA. But sadly i have too many fics on the “to read” list. Bcs i dont feel like reading something with the length of a book on the phone, and also bcs once i start i cant stop until im done, so its quite inconvenient if i have to study. So, yes. I read them. What were you reading yesterday??? (9)

Same!! I read fics everywhere. I don’t worry to much about my family knowing I’m reading, bc no one understands English. But I freak out every time I let my iPad with a fic opened, bc they can see Harry’s or Louis’ name and I don’t want them to know I’m reading about them,😅😅. I run out of fics to read sometimes! That’s how much I read, jajajja. They’re always part of my bedtime routine, jajajjajaa. And, well, I was reading a fic, I liked it a lot, but I checked the author and she’s a bit “questionable”, so… I’ll reserve my opinion, if you don’t mind. I read someone’s opinion on the fact that people write stories about Harry and Louis, but then they don’t think they’re gay (as in part of LGBT+ community), and believe Louis is a dad, and all the rest. And they said why that is wrong, bc they’re fetishizing gay relationships. And it made sense. And if a queer person (I don’t know if I can use that word, sorry) says that, I have to believe it, y'know. So, when I read a fic from an author I don’t know, I check their blog, just to see. And I saw that, so I won’t be sharing the fic, sorry (which is a pity, but… 🤷🏻‍♀️)

Yeah. It was totally predictable. I know know. But…he looked cute. Well rested. Happy. And we had been deprived for too long so it was a gift to see him again. Thats it for tonight. Sleep well😙 (10)

He always looks well rested after a few days with his boy,jajajaj. I can’t wait to see what the future has planed for him. And also, I’m so curious about this new LiLo thing 🤔🤔. What’s all about? They now tweet each other. Liam talks about him all the time… we’ll see, we’ll see.

Well, that was a productive morning shift, jajaja. I’ve been almost 4h writing this,jajajajaa. The whole morning! Now, I have to check everything is correct before I close to go for lunch,jajajja. Thank youuuu. Bye bye!!

Pd: waaaa, I almost forget about my limo (liam,jajja). Well, I was going to bed, but before it I looked out the window, and called him. I was calling for a good half an hour. And then a black cat appeared, and I thought hey! they are coming! Then another black and wait cat came. And I didn’t stop calling Liam. And HE CAME!!! He came to my window, where Honey and I were. And I told him to jump, but his so fat… jajajjaa. So I called at my house phone so my mom would go to open the backdoor, and I went out from the front door. And when I reached my window he was up there, but he couldn’t go in, bc I had closed it, so Honey wouldn’t go out. And he jumped and went to the back door to wait for my mom no open the door, and then he run and run till my room, jajajaj, to see if there was food in his bowl. And, just that. They I “bath” him. And gave him a pill to desparasitarle(?), and put him a collar para las pulgas? Jajaja. And then I feed him. He was exhausted and hungry. My poor boy. I don’t know why he keeps going ou, if he doesn’t like it,jejeje.  Honey kept smelling him bc he smelled different, just FOR A DAY OUT!! (Jo, hablo TANTO!!!) Thanks for asking, love.

[karma2u]

just a lil’ story I wrote

I wrote like?? a story??? based on how Tygr and Charles met n stuff... I wrote it pretty late at night but I Cant be bothered to proofread rn. . .

A pub sat in the heart of the town. the black and blue colours both inside and outside of the worn down place gave the building a clam mood, yet anyone who had been inside knew most left with the same colours. someone approached the building, her hood covered her face, but the iconic jacket was easy to recognise at this point in her life. she wore black boots to her knees, which were covered with dark red knee pads- metal. she had grey trousers tucked into her boots, which has blue arrows either side of them. she wore a dark red crop top, despite the cold, snowy weather that would have told her to wrap up. there was a choker around her neck that had a blue bead at her throat, normally an uncomfortable accessory for others, but she had worn it so long she no longer felt it there. her hair was messy and only just went past her chin, and had been styled to cover her eyes. the colour was dark red, then faded down to light pink by the bottom, and her hidden eyes were green with black sclera. the black hood over her head was lead by black bars with gold hoops are the end, and a purple piece of cloth between each of them gave the look of wings. the sleeves ended with straps at her elbows, and on her left arm three gold bangles rested on her wrists. as she walked closer to the pub, she seemed to murmur to a black shape as it poked it's green-eyed head from her coat, orange horns glowing in the night. it floated out of the jacket, wrapping itself around her neck snugly, closing it's eyes to feign sleep. this was Tygr, and the shape was Kagayaku, her brother-like daemon. she walked into the pub, and took her seat on a stool by the bar. the bartender was a young man with long black hair. his bangs were neatly center parted, and the rest was tied in a ponytail with a white ribbon. his eyes were brown, and despite the rugged look of the bar, his face was friendly, cleanly shaved, but not quite handsome. his outfit consisted of a white shirt, neatly buttoned up, and a black tailcoat, the torn off sleeves contrasting the well-pressed look, and should someone look behind the bar his trousers were black, as were his shoes. he leaned against the shelves of bottles, cleaning a glass that was kept just to clean when no customers were being served. "oi. joss. i' here." Tygr said, her voice resembling a laugh. the bartender smiled, standing up straight only to lean on the counter, careful to keep his elbows off of the beer mats, swirling the clean glass like it has a liquid inside. "ID?" he asked, glancing to the side. Tygr reached into her jacket, only to flash her empty palm. Joss nodded, his eyes scanning as if reading, then stood up and reached behind the bar, taking out a clear bottle, pouring out a glass and handing it over. "back in town then? Aug' giving you a bad time?" he asked, rolling up his sleeves. "marc wanted ta see him. can't stand sight of 'is face, so here's forgetting where i am." she answered, raising the glass and brushing back her messy short hair while she sipped it, scuffing it up again when she put the glass down. she ran her fingertip around the rim of the glass, biting her tongue. "so do you know why he wants to see Aug'?" "never. marc knows i hate 'im too. but i guess it's nice bein' here again." Tygr shrugged, leaning back on her stool, holding the side of the bar to stabilise herself. "always a treat seeing you here as well. the regulars get boring." Joss smirked. "oh, speaking of which. Carl's been bailed out if you want a fight." he clicked his fingers, eyes flicking over to look at a rugged looking man in the back of the pub. Tygr played with the piercings in her lips, staring at the man. his eyes darted around, but nodded when he made eye contact. Tygr rolled her shoulders but turned back around to look at Joss, shaking her head "yeah, well. not in the mood for that." she sighed, taking a chug from her glass. Joss shrugged, and put his cleaning glass behind the counter, taking out a shot glass and pouring some of the bottled drink in it, sipping it lightly. a man at the end of the bar watched as he did so, standing up and pulling his stool to sit at Tygr's right hand side. he glanced at him, taking in his appearance- she'd come to recognise all of the regulars in the pub, and he certainly wasn't one. he wore a brown hat over his head, with a grey ribbon around the base. his hair was a dirty blond- the left side was cut short, and the right side of his bangs were shoulder-length and wrapped around his chin naturally. he had an eyepatch on his left eye- in fact, the left side of his face had a darker skin tone to th rest of his face- a burn scar, Tygr guessed. the eye she could see was dark green, and despite his youth seemed aged. he wore a double-breasted coat- the main body was blue, but the piece on the front was light blue, as were the sleeves and the rim of the coat. the sleeves were folded up to his elbows, and two gold shoulder pads rested at his sides. his forearms had what looked like brown guards on them, and his right hand had a bracelet with brown wooden beads on it. through the middle of his coat there were three card houses- diamond, spade, and at the bottom, club. between the spade and club was a brown belt at his waist, with a heart buckle. he had two necklaces- a long one with wooden beats in a similar style to his bracelet, and a shorter necklace decorated with a single yellow bead. his trousers were dark grey with a white circle on each of the knees, and two white smaller circles beneath it. his shoes were simple brown ones. Tygr looked back up to his face, and he was smirking... Tygr had the sudden urge to punch a wall. "done?" he asked with an accent she couldn't recognise. she reached back her fist and went in to punch him before she'd even realise what she was doing, but he quickly caught her fist before it could make contact with his face, still smirking "careful sweetie." 'great. he really is another Marcus.' Tygr thought, quickly pulling back her fist, making the man fall on the floor. he stood up and brushed himself off, sitting on his stood again. "I'll have a whisky." the man waved, turning back to Tygr as joss went to pour his drink "look, i dont want you to get the wrong idea. ah, restart. hi, I'm Charles, I'm new around here if you can't tell. and you are?" he asked, holding out a hand "Tygr. tie-gur. got it?" Tygr nodded, shaking his hand, then pulling him off his stool again "law one of Sochanara, shaking hands isn't a thing." "Sochanara? August just calls this place wales." Charles chuckled, sitting back down. "wow. ok, you never read a textbook. wales became Sochanara when the four rebirthed the land, just like how the rest of the land changed it's name." tygr explained. "you from Baurenku? Kalthurpa?" Tger asked, swirling her glass "Kalthurpa's the closest place. I'm American." Charles shrugged. Tygr jolted, crushing the glass in her fist, staring at Charles. he only laughed "what, you didn't hear?" "a-mer-ican..." she said slowly, then turned to joss as he put a glass of whisky in front of Charles, who nodded in thanks, taking a sip "yeah, i know right? 'guilds doing this whole program right now, apparently The One's heir is American, so they've sent potential heirs over to find out who The One's chosen." joss explained "i would have thought The Second would have told you." he laughed, getting a second glass from behind the counter, putting it on the counter "two doesn't tell me anything nowadays." Tygr sighed, grabbing the bottle itself and drinking straight from it, ignoring the glass and downing half of what was left "maybe he really has changed his heir to 'Aug." joss laughed, but Tygr seemed to ignore his comment. Charles just watched the two, finishing off his glass, then standing up "well, I'll be off." Charles smiled "put it on August's tab." he said, turning around, before Tygr snatched his hat, puling her hood down and putting it on her head instead "if it's Tin's tab, you're buying me drinks." Tygr smiled. Charles stared in shock for a moment, then smiled and sat back down again, ruffling his hair a little. "whatever you say sweetie." Charles smiled, resting his head in his hand, elbow on the bar "you got a partner?" "open relation. we're together, but we do what we want, with who we want. consenting, of course." Tygr explained "why?" "just saying, you're pretty hot." Charles smiled. Tygr laughed, then kicked his stool over. Charles stood up again and brushed himself off "say that again and you want be saying anything." Tygr growled. "sorry, sorry. just messing with you, i wanted to know how you'd react. knowing how people react to that is a good indication as to what kind of person they are." "and i am?" "stubborn, don't take anything from nobody, probably had a violent background. owns a high-maintenance pet. bi?" "pan." "close." the two were quiet for a minute, finishing their drinks. "so, you wanted to talk to me?" Charles murmured "yeah. how do you know augustine?" "how do you?" "i asked first." "fine. the guild, i believe you call it? they said we could stay with him, and he agreed. nice guy." Charles explained "and by we, i mean me, Winstone, and his daughter KT. adopted, she is." "alright then. I've known him a while. I'm a big deal in Sonekama and he want's my, place, so we're somewhat rivals." Tygr shrugged "... don't tell him this, but yeah, outside of his ego he's not a bad guy. he's helped Nikky a lot." Tygr whispered. "Nikky? you mean Niko, the inventor?" "yeah. used to have a thing for him, but i like Ari and i didn't want to get in their way. ever met Ari?" "she's been mentioned. what about bass?" "bass? she's sweet. spends a lot of time with some guy from the guild." Tygr shrugged, then glared at Charles "there seem to be a lot of questions coming from you right now." "throw on at me." "what's it like? where you live? what did you do?" Tygr asked "i wouldn't usually care, but in this case, you seem interesting." "not any better than here really, 'cept instead of trying to fight to survive, you earn to survive. i own a casino." Charles shrugged "you know what a casino is? you gamble there. huge building, just for that. you meet a lot of people, and those who you don't like you can make them lose. makes one feel in control." he explained, turning to look down at the counter. he shook his head, looking up again. Tygr stared at him a moment, somewhat confused at his expression, but shrugged it off. "joss! shots?" Tygr demanded. joss laughed "wondered how long it'll take you to ask." he said, taking out two glasses and two bottles from being the counter. he opened the bottles, then bowed "I'm going to the back. start a fight, i need the bet money." he smiled, taking out two boxes, one labelled 'Tygr' and another 'x' and putting them on the side, then followed his word and walked through a door in the back of the bar. Charles looked at the boxes and laughed "you have your own box?" "told you I'm a big deal." Tygr smiled, pouring herself a shot, and Charles did the same. "alright, shot one." Charles clapped his hands, then undid a button on his coat and reached inside, pulling out a pouch. he took out a few coins, putting them in the 'x' box "oh, I'm flattered. take me now." Tygr said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. Charles laughed "well, maybe when  I've seen you fight I'll put more money on you." he responded, blowing a kiss. Tygr leaned away from it's direction. "ok, so with every shot you're putting a quan in a box, then we each ask a question. sound fair?" Tygr asked "yeah, sure. sounds like a drinker's way of knowing each other, that's for sure. alright, what's with the bracelets?" Charles asked "not even Marcus knows that, let alone you. what's with the guards?" Tygr responded. "you've already asked if it sounded fair, sweetie." Charles smirked, before the two took their second shot. Charles put another quan in the 'x' box, then slammed the glass down. "alright. are you a human, mystic, or hybrid?" "mystic. Kagayaku’s my daemon." she answered, gesturing at the creature still wrapped around her neck. "and you?" "human. we dont have anything else in America. didn't even know people like that existed." shot three. box 'x'. "so do you know about the four? about madam death?" Tygr asked "now that I'm in Sonakama. have you met any of them?" "I'm two's heir, and my metaphorical sibling is madam death's kid." four 'x' "metaphorical?" Charles was the first to ask "Two and Madam death were together when they were human. and as Two's heir, I'm his adopted daughter. alright, here's my question. why did you stick around for drinks with me?" "you seem interesting. most girls are scared of a face like this in my town. and the men aren't interested." ... empty bottle. 'Tygr'. "you want another drink?" the two asked at once. "heck yeah." they answered, them sighed when the realised joss was already in the back. behind them, a man stood up, tapping Tygr on the shoulder. Tygr turned around, then smiled. "Charles! move the tables, get the bets." Tygr clapped, standing up. Kagayaku uncurled himself from her neck, saying something quietly, then floating and lying on the bar counter. Charles laughed and followed Tygr’s instructions as she took off her jacket, putting it onto the stool and stretching, Carl doing the same. ... with everything organised, Charles sat in his stool, folding his arms and smirking, then raised a hand "alright you two, UN DEUX TROIS go!" he shouted, and instantly Carl was knocked to the floor with a punch to the eye from Tygr. he kicked at Tygr's ankles, knocking at one of them but she hopped away on her other foot. Carl stood up and aimed a punch at her, but she easily leaned out of the way, so he tried another, and once again she dodged it, repeating several times, until out of frustration Tygr head-butted with carl. he staggered, the tried for one more punch. Tygr caught it, squeezing and crushing his hand. he yelled, then pulled back his fist before she could let go, kneeing her in the stomach when she was close enough. she yelped at the sudden pain, then wrapped her other arm around his waist and let herself fall on the floor, dragging him with her. she pushed him off, making sure to stand on him as she stood up. "given up yet?" Tygr asked, but in response carl tried to stand, making Tygr jump off so he could. this time, he tried to swing a kick. Tygr jumped back, and he lost his balance before Tygr grabbed his ankle. "oh. ok... you know what I'm bored now." Tygr sighed. she took a step to the side, then, holding onto his ankle with both hands, swung Carl around to slam him to the ground "one, two three, four, five!" she smiled, holding a hand out to Charles "... that was it?" he laughed, taking her hand, but she pulled it away "not your hand, the box." "... wha?" "the box. money in my box is for me, the 'x' for joss." Tygr smirked "oh." Charles laughed "anyways, we'd better go. I'm still pretty sober but i wanna surprise tin by bringing you back." she smirked.

[antverita]

Absalomn’s Mirror - Chapters I, II & III

I - Oh, Dystopia

 It was just another Monday morning, same as any other. Up and awake by half past seven, ready and out the door by eight and back at the not quite sanctum called school. The same old routine for the past 12 years, only this was a new school. Everything was new; new school, new city, new people, new opportunities, at least for someone able to reach out and grasp them. The warm summer breeze flowed through Mitch's ready styled hair, whipping his fringe back into his hazel coloured eyes. He muttered to himself,

 “I seriously need to get this cut”, as he readjusted his now messy hair back off his face. Clad in a pair of dark jeans with missing knees, rings on his fore and middle fingers, scruffy school shirt and blazer, with a dark hoodie underneath, he continued back on his dreaded walk to school.

 The morning sun cast a gentle and delicate glow upon the landscape, alighting the park in such a hue that seemed to make mankind's interferences nothing more than a passing memory. Ducks swimming peacefully in the lake, bird song providing a perfect accompaniment to the setting. Nature being the way that it should be, free and untainted. Walking through an almost Eden like setting was enough to lift even the lowest of spirits, or so you would think. Lost in absent thought, Mitch continued to trudge on to his destination. Readily reminding himself in his head;

 “Its not worth taking it all in, I'll only miss it more when I'm gone”, as a sad glint lit up his eyes. “Its been three years, almost four, six different schools, and two different countries” he continued, “How hard is it to just stay in one place for more than five minutes? How bloody hard?!” he spat angrily, kicking a stone across the lake. The ducks scattered from the incoming threat of the stone skimming towards them, cloud obscured the sun and the birds fell silent.  “Nothing good ever lasts does it?” he whispered, as he continued his walk out and away from the park, back into the bustling city just as heavy rush hour began.

 Cars, buses and bikes soon filled the roads, taking what was only moments prior a peaceful tranquillity, and throwing it back into the modern day dystopia everyone loved to hate. Engines revving in impatience, horns blaring loud and proud; as if people thought that making such a fuss would get them any further on their way to their day jobs. En mass, people were moving along the walkways like a flock of sheep, shoving and pushing one another, all in a desperate attempt to save themselves that one singular second on their commute. Amongst the hoards of business men and women, school children were barged out of their ways and knocked to the ground, homeless men begging desperately for even the smallest of change to be able to feed themselves, being completely ignored. What even was this world coming to? Mitch gazed blankly through the crowd he was caught in, almost zombie like in his mannerisms now, slow, lethargic, not in the slightest bit phased by the majority of his surroundings, as he carried on his commute.

 Some time later, he eventually found himself at the school gates. Just a stones throw from the hustle and bustle of the main city attractions, yet just far enough away and on its outskirts to still embrace the untouched forests behind the grounds, that mother nature still kept firm in her grasp. Staring at the gates in a solemn state of thought, as if all time had stopped around him and he was in his own little bubble of space. The outside world was a blank to him, as if it no longer existed, as he pondered his decisions and options, of whether to even bother going in today or to just bunk of, like he had many a day before. Lost and idle in thought, the whole outside world was gone to him. The giggles and chat of his fellow peers muffled and blurred out, but all of a sudden, a singular voice pierced through the grey.

 “Mitch, hey Mitch!” it yelled. “Mitch!”, it repeated, growing steadily closer and louder in volume. Mitch was suddenly met with a soft slap to the back of his head, knocking him back into the real world.

 “Hey, the hell was that for?” Mitch retorted, swinging himself around to be greeted by a figure. A figure ever so large in stature, towering above Mitch himself and the rest of his peers. Dressed in messily in school attire; tie around his neck undone, school shirt creased like a leather bag, wearing shoes that looked as if they were just about to fall apart and carrying a bag that was big enough to hide a body in.

 “Oh hey Pete,” Mitch continued, “Still struggling with that tie then?”  “Hey well its not my fault, they're not exactly easy to do y'know?” the gentle giant smiled.  “I showed you how to tie it for like, the fifth time yesterday man. Seriously.” Mitch sighed, “Come on, bend down and I'll do it up for you again” Pete lowered himself down to Mitch's level, a staggering height difference, as Mitch lifted up the giants shirt collar, flicked the tie around and proceeded to tie it properly.

 “Y'know, you're really good at all this sorta stuff Mitch”, Pete chuckled. “You can tie a tie just great, you're great at maths and science. You can cook, you can do so much so easily; and you're always so good at whatever you do without even trying!”

 “Well its not really rocket science Pete, most things are really simple and easy when you take a step back and just think about it” Mitch replied.

 “Yeah but not for me, you're just really good at everything!” Pete ensued “You help me with my homework all the time, you get me out of trouble, you even helped get me onto the football team! You do it all like its just no sweat at all, and never ask for anything back. But when people talk to you and try to get to know you, like that Anna girl, you just seem to not let them in. Why don't you want to talk to people or help anyone else?” Pete questioned.

Mitch tensed up, having finished doing Pete's tie, he withdrew himself and placed his hands by his sides, fists clenched and teeth gritted to the point it was starting to hurt. His eyes started to well up and slightly blood shoot. Trying to keep himself composed, he took in a deep breath, and tried to relaxed. With an exhale he replied

 “I just don't like being too close to anyone, I don't really need friends, that's all”, with his head facing off to the side, looking off into the sky.

 “Yeah but you've got me, I'm your friend!” Pete retorted, with a rather worried looking expression appearing on his usually happy face.

 “Yeah, I guess so..” Mitch replied, now facing back at Pete with a glum forced smile. “Take it we should probably go in then?” he continued.

 “Yup! Another day in the life!” Pete exclaimed, half joyously, as the two walked through the school gates and joined in hoards of sheep like students also on their way in.

II - It’s All Smoke & Mirrors

The corridors seemed to span forever, just like a hall of mirrors, there was no way out in sight, only the option to follow the crowd until you found your stop. Pete was readily chatting away with other members of the slow stampede, as Mitch continued on solemnly. Blank as a shadow he was oblivious to the outside world, just pondering about the million thoughts all rushing through his head. With a sudden jerk, he was once again brought back into reality and hauled out from the corridor by Pete.

 “Jeez, y'know you should really warn me when you're gonna do that dude”, Mitch scowled.

 “I'm sorry, but uh, well you were walking further on and I didn't think you could hear me. I didn't want you to get lost and go to the wrong classroom”, Pete whimpered lowly, like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

 “It's fine dude, sorry that I snapped”

 “ - And uh, thanks I guess” Mitch returned.

Pete's face lit back up, as the pair walked into the classroom and took their seats.

 “Late again I see Mitchell?” a shrewd voice echoed through the room.

With a sullen look upon his face, Mitch retaliated:

 “Its Mitch, mate. And like they say, better late than never” he snarled back sarcastically.

 “I am NOT your 'mate', boy!” the voice barked back.

Mitch stopped in his stride at his desk, placed his bag down and spun around.

 “Well I do apologise, Donald!” he retorted, “Y'see, I had better things to do this morning: like sleep. Plus anyway, I'm in what, five minutes late? At the most? Don't go busting a nut over that already mate, who else is gonna teach us the importance of Pythagoras, and drill into us about 'how much we'll need it in later life' “, Mitch continued, further mocking his teacher with air quote gestures. Enraged at a glance, the teacher took a sip from his coffee in an attempt to cool his temper for the moment.

 “That's Mr. Grace or Sir to you, boy”, he calmly stated. “Besides that, why are you not in uniform? What's with that jewellery too? None of what you're wearing is dress code! Give me that and go and get changed!”

 “Well, sir,” Mitch entailed; “I am in uniform. I'm wearing this crappy blazer and hideous shirt, as well as the very 'admired', so to quote yourself, school tie. I'm wearing dark jeans, you cant tell the difference between these and those crappy trousers you all seem to insist on wearing! Let alone that, I always have and always will wear these rings for reasons I'd rather not discuss. So you can do one if you think I'm handing them over to you!”

 Mr. Grace's expressions became even more enraged, as his face started to redden with rage. With a firm grip on his own desk, his hands began to shake, like the surrounding landscape when a volcano is due to erupt. Sure enough, much like natures wrath, Mr. Grace exploded into a flying fit of rage; kicking his desk and bin with all his force and throwing his chair to the side. He slammed his fists down upon the desk with such force, that the rest of the hallway could hear.

 “HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME, BOY!” he screeched like a banshee. “IN FRONT OF MY OWN CLASS, FIRST THING ON A MONDAY MORNING. DO YOU HAVE NO RESPECT?!” Like a red rag to a bull, Mitch popped a cheeky grin, adding fuel to the fire further. “WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU LAUGHING AT? WHAT IS SO EVIDNETLY FUNNY TO YOU?!” Mr. Grace further bellowed. The whole class turned to look at Mitch, in anticipation of just what he would do next. He took a deep breath and tried to hold back his laugh. With a smirk, Mitch casually replied;

 “Oh nothing much Donald, nothing much at all. Don't you worry your little head about it, we don't want that blood pressure getting too high now do we?”

 “Out. Now” Mr. Grace calmly replied. “I said get out, now. I will deal with you momentarily.”

With his smirk still prominent, Mitch picked up his bag from his desk, slung it back over his shoulder and replied

 “One step ahead of ya there, no need to tell me twice Donny”, he left the class with a wink at his teacher as a parting gift. Pulling his headphones out from his bag as he left, Mitch plugged them into his phone, adjusted them just right to fit, put on his music and strolled out of the building, with not a care in the world.

 Once out of the school building, Mitch muttered to himself,

 “Well that's today's plan off the cards, where too now?” He looked about in thought and pondered to himself. Returning home just wasn't an option, going into the city probably wasn't a wise idea either. Still thinking about where was best to go, Mitch made his way across the school grounds to try get an idea of what may be best, or at least an interesting place to go. After a little walk, an idea popped into his head.

 “Why not in there?” he said to himself, looking towards the forest bordering the school grounds. “No ones gonna really come looking through here for me now are they?” With the conscious decision behind him and his back to the wind, he started off on his way towards the forest, still blaring his music loud and proud to himself. As he ventured further and further into the forest, the outside world seemed to fade away more and more, until he was lost with nowhere to go.

 “Okay, maybe that wasn't my greatest idea” he muttered to himself, removing his headphones and turning off his music. “Best to try find a way out of here I guess? Weather looks like its about to turn”. He packed his headphones back into his bag and tried to retrace his steps, yet with every further step, he found himself getting more and more lost. Traipsing through the forest, the sky started to darken over and rain started to spit down from the heavens.

 “Oh great, just what I need” he huffed, pulling up his hood and trekking onwards.

 There was a sudden crack, Mitch fell down like a rag doll. The commotion was met with a sudden snap and thud.

 “Shit!” Mitch squealed in pain. He looked down to see where he had been walking had fallen and broken away to reveal a deep yet narrow hole, in which his left foot was stuck in. On closer inspection, his ankle was twisted round from the rest of his leg, at almost a perfect ninety degree angle.

 “Well, that doesn't look good needless to say” he growled, evidentially in a lot of pain. The heavens started to open, and the rain was coming down thick and fast. “Ugh, I don't really wanna get soaked” he continued, looking around eagerly for some form of shelter. Just ahead of where Mitch lay was a clearing, and what appeared from a distance to be some form of cave or at least a kind of shelter.

 “Well its not exactly ideal, but I guess it'll have to do” he replied back to himself, as he tried picking himself back up to his feet and limped over to the shelter, dragging his broken ankle behind agonisingly.

 After the short yet pain staking move to the clearing, Mitch found shelter in the cave that lay before him. Thankful of the dry cavern, he sat himself down, took off his shoe and sock and examined his ankle.

 “Yeah I'm pretty sure that's broken,” he gasped whilst gently prodding at it and trying to gently move it.”Gonna be no good just sitting here feeling sorry for myself, gotta do something about this” he further muttered, as he rifled through his bag. “Eh, these should do it I guess” he sighed, pulling out a maths text book and a steel ruler from his bag. “Who ever thought Pythagoras would actually come in handy?” he chuckled to himself, as he slowly turned his ankle around, trying not to succumb to the pain. Supporting the inside of his ankle with the ruler, and wrapping the text book around the whole ankle and his leg to mimic a splint, he finished it off with his sport socks over the make shift splint, to try to hold it all together.

 “I guess that's gonna have to do then”, Mitch moaned, as he carefully put his shoe back on. He raised his foot up on a near by rock and sat back to watch the rain from his shelter, bringing in a therapeutic wave of calm to try clear his head a little. Shortly after, he dozed off into a light sleep.

 Mitch suddenly awoke to the sound of what could only be described as an evil little cackle, echoing about the cave he was in. Startled, he shot straight up and grabbed his phone, switched on the torch feature and shone it further down into the mouth of the cave, yet there was nothing there, only emptiness and further darkness as the cave progressed.

 “I must be imagining it”, he said, playing it off as nothing, returning his phone to his pocket. But there it was again, the cackling laugh, but this time, it sounded like more than just the one voice. He could hear the laughs echo from the depths of the cave, alongside the patter of tiny foot steps, much like that of a small dog, also resonating from within the cave.

 “Every instinct, every muscle, every reflex in my body is telling me not to go further, to get out and run, run as far away as I can. But I just cant help but feel compelled, like a magnet to go in deeper and find out what on earth that noise is.” Mitch further whispered to himself, caught in an internal conflict. “I'm really gonna regret this, but to hell with it” he continued, as he stumbled back to his feet, turned the torch setting back on and ventured deeper, still limping all the way. All whilst he continued through the cave, the cackles seemed to vary, one minute sounding close, then the next even further away than before. Carelessly stumbling through the cave, Mitch once again took a tumble, tripping over an old iron rod, hitting the ground with an almighty thud, causing the cackles to burst into hysteria at his misfortune.

 “So you think that's funny then do ya?” he exclaimed into the darkness, taunting whatever lay deeper before him. The creatures fell silent, spooked evidentially. “That's what I thought,” Mitch continued, as he picked himself back up and dusted himself back off. “Actually, this may come in handy” he further muttered, as he picked up the rod that had previously tripped him up. Armed with a phone torch and the iron rod, Mitch continued deeper and deeper into the cave.

 As he delved deeper and deeper into the crevasse, the trail seemed to grow cold. The cackling creatures were no longer making noise, let alone to even be found, but something was odd. The ground had started to level out, becoming even and flat. Wooden joists stood up against the walls of the cave, much like a mineshaft, and there were weird inscriptions and carvings in the joist beams, they looked like old, odd runes, like something from a fairy tale. Old coins from what could only be described as being from a lost civilisation were strewn about the place, although only small in quantity. Old, burnt out candles lay about too. Some still upright in their original places, others thrown about left right and centre, laying in puddles or smashed upon the ground. A cool breeze swept in from ahead, deeper in the cave, and what appeared to be a very faint light too.

 “This is just getting weird now” Mitch said to himself with worry, but still he ventured on towards the light. Continuing further on, the light got ever so slightly brighter and brighter, and the gentle breeze persisted evermore, more runes and carvings in the joists as he further progressed until he reached the end of the tunnel. The mouth itself was adorned with what looked like hanging necklaces with metal pendants and charms dangling slightly over the exit, and what appeared to be a giant iron semi circle in the ground across where the opening lay. A lone altar sat at the mouth of the pathway, alight were three lone candles, one atop the altar, and two at the foot of it. The altar itself sat at the very edge of the platform that jutted out over what could only be described as a bottomless pit. At the altar sat a creature small in stature, maybe no taller than a toddler, and almost skeletal in its physique. Mitch approached it slowly and carefully, trying to make as little noise as possible and not startle it. As he approached closer and closer, the creature began to turn its head and made direct eye contact with Mitch. Big, dark eyes; somewhat smothering, stared into his own in what looked like a state of fear and mercy. Thin arms wrapped around the creatures stick like legs, as if to imitate the foetal position for comfort in fear of what may come.

 “What are you?” Mitch questioned the feeble little creature that stood before him. It just stared back at him in fear, now shaking and slowly edging away.

 “I'm not hear to hurt you, I'm just lost and want to know where I am and how to get out of here. It'd just be nice to know what you are, and if you can even communicate” he continued. The creature looked back at Mitch, still shaking and proceeded to stumble to its feet.

 “M-m-m-me? M-m-me imp. What you?” the creature stuttered.

 “Oh so you can talk? Sweet. Well I'm Mitch. Tell me, where are we?” Mitch replied with a kind smile. The creature stopped shaking, but still looked as if it was keeping its guard up.

 “We at end, Mitch”, it responded.

 “Well yeah I can see that,” Mitch joked back. “But seriously, where is this place? Cause I just wanna get out and go home”

 “This is end,” the creature retorted, seeming more confident in itself. “No go home now, this end.”

 “Um, okay? Well I'm gonna go this way and try make my way back alone then”, Mitch replied, pointing behind himself.

 “No. No go home now, this end” the creature barked back.

 “No, I'm going ho-”, Mitch felt a sudden thud. A hard, blunt impact to the back of his head, knocking him down and interrupting him. As he fell, his fall was slowed, shortly followed by an immense pain in his abdomen as he hit the ground. With the little strength he had left, Mitch looked down to see the cause of the pain. In his fall, he had fallen upon the rod he had brought along from earlier. It had impaled him, right through him on his right side, straight through his abdomen. The creature cackled,

 “We eat good tonight!” So this was the creature which was taunting him earlier? One more came forward into view, followed by another two of them. The creatures cackled and laughed at what they had done, and seemed to be full of celebratory cheer.

 “So, this is how I die eh? Kinda sucks if you ask me” Mitch gasped weakly to himself whilst the creatures celebrated. With one last breath and a final bout of strength, Mitch rolled his near lifeless body off the ledge into the nothingness that lay below, in his way of a final defiance.

The creatures screamed in shock and horror at the loss of their catch, as they stared into the darkness. A splash echoed throughout the cavern, although heavily muffled and drowned out by the shrieks of the creatures above.

III - The Green Ghost

Mitch was falling, fast and down into the depths of the darkness. His mind was drawn completely a blank, he felt no fear, no worry, nothing. Nothing but peace. “Well, its been a good ride I guess, at least for the first few years,” he thought to himself. “I just wish I had done more, I wish I could 'a made something of my time, but hey ho that's the way it goes I suppose”. A smirk cropped up on his face, as he closed his eyes and fell further into the darkness, for once, at peace with himself.

“You don't really want to give up just yet, now do you?” a deep, husky voice called out, as a small green orb of light appeared before him. Startled, Mitch tried to let out a shout;

“Who's there?” he muffled weakly, unable to project his voice well enough.

“Inside voice boy. Use your inside voice. It makes things easier, plus we don't want anyone else listening in on our conversation now do we?” the voice commanded. Mitch began to feel cold and numb.

 “Who are you?” Mitch questioned further.

 “You really don't listen do you boy? Fine, I'll make this short. Who I am, that doesn't matter right now; but all I will say is that I am someone who can tell you don't want to die right here, right now” the voice murmured. “So I'll make you a deal. I'll save you from this fall, I will keep you alive, but in return you must do something for me.”

 “Like what?” Mitch groaned in reply.

 “All I ask is that you allow me to harbour inside of you until I myself can heal back to my full strength, and I will heal you in return. Just bear in mind, your death is near imminent boy. So what will you choose? Will you fly, or will you fight?”

 “Deal.. I guess..” Mitch muttered, as he faded out of consciousness.

 “You have chosen well boy. Now, rest.” the voice echoed, as the green light lowered itself into Mitch's chest and phased into his body. Mitch's body hit the water below with an almighty splash, and he sunk deep into its dark depths.

 Millor, a young lumberjack was out in the forest, chopping down tree's for logs in preparation for the upcoming winter months. Well built and muscular in physique, yet still kind and compassionate in his nature, he was a well respected member of his community. Having scouted out the area previously and having marked trees designated to be cut down, he got to work. With just a couple of swings from his axe, he could fell a fully grown pine tree with ease, and so he did.

 “That's two thirty odd meter ones down, that should do just fine for a while,” he cheered to himself. “Now, its just a case of cutting them down to a more manageable size” he continued, as he proceeded to cut them into smaller log sizes and load them onto his cart to transport them back. With about a third of the logs loaded, he prepared to make his way back to the village for his first trip. Thirsty from the felling, he removed his water-skin from the tie on his belt.

 “Ah damn, empty” he grunted, “Oh well, just have to go find a spring and fill her up again”, he continued as he made his way off. Millor didn't have to search for long until he found a perfect ground spring. Nice clean, clear crisp water. “Perfect”, he thought to himself, as he leaned down to fill up his water-skin. Upon filling up his water-skin and helping himself to a drink, he looked up in shock and horror. Before him, floating face down in the water, from the cave mouth of the spring was a person! A boy, who couldn't have been much younger than him. Millor rushed into the water towards the boy,

 “Hey, kid!” he yelled, “Are you alright?!”

The boy floated there, motionless and inanimate, as he drifted out from the cave mouth.

 Millor dived in and swam as fast as he could towards the boy; through the clear and usually tranquil waters, which were slowly clouding red with the boys blood, seeping slowly from him. Millor finally reached the boy and turned him over onto his back. He was pale faced from the blood loss, cuts and scrapes all over his face. A great, gaping wound in the back of his head, raw and red, as if struck but a fairly blunt but rough object. But most notably of all his injuries, a metal rod thrust straight through his abdomen.

 “Crap, this doesn't look good,” Millor panted, “Help!” he screamed. “HELP! Is anyone else here? HELP!” Millor cried further, alas to no reply. Millor checked the body for signs of life, there was a pulse and a heartbeat. Although both very faint, they were present. Millor rushed ashore, using every ounce of strength he could muster to swim and drag the boy in tow. Finally ashore, Millor checked again for vitals. His heartbeat and pulse were improving, becoming more noticeable and consistent in healthy rhythm. The bleeding had all but stopped, even from the impaled rod in his stomach area. Millor was spooked well and truly, with a fear akin to that of seeing a ghost, yet this boy seemed to radiate some odd kind of aura, an aura much like he'd never felt before. So mysterious and powerful, yet warm and welcoming. This aura was drawing him in, like the feel of an old friend that you'd been separated from in a long time. He couldn't just leave this boy here and give up, despite the ever mounting and increasing odds that this kid had no hope or chance of survival whatsoever.

 “I can't just let this kid die,” Millor repeated on to himself, looking over the boys body and his surroundings, trying to determine just what he could do. Lost in thought, Millor just stared blankly at the boy: 'What can I do? What can I do to save this kid?' he pondered on in his head, 'If Pa was still here, he'd know what to do..'

 “Wait..” he murmured. “Why am I getting so worked up over a kid I don't even know?” he repeated on. “This kid is a lost cause, he'll die if I even attempt to take him back to the village!” Millor continued.

 The boy's body suddenly flung its eyes open, as if the very essence of life had just been shot through into him. Piercing green eyes stared back at Millor, much akin to the reflection of an emerald in royal jewellery. Terrified, Millor froze. Unable to move, like a deer in the headlights.  “W-w-what are you?” he trembled, frozen in expression.

The emerald eyes stared into his, as if peering into his very soul. The boy opened his mouth, and with a slow gasp of air, replied:

 “My name is of no importance to you. What matters at present is this boy you see before you.”

A deep, husky voice resonated and reverberated from the boy, as if it was not his own voice, but was that of a puppeteer.

 “I have sustained this boy from his death as well as I can, but my power is almost depleted.” The boy then continued. “You need not fear or worry, for I am no threat. I ask one thing of you, and one thing alone.”

 “How can someone like me, a lowly lumberjack, be of any assistance to someone who should be dead?” Millor trembled, inquisitively, yet still fearful.

 “Take this boy with you”, he commanded. “Take him to a safe place, somewhere that he can rest freely and away from danger. Where he can recover and recuperate. That is all I ask of you.”

The light faded from the boys eyes, as his eyelids slowly closed over, and a green aura enveloped him. Millor jumped back in shock at the site.

 “Please, do as I ask..” the voice tailed off, as his eyes closed shut.

Millor, compelled by curiosity, slowly crept towards the boy and checked his vitals for the last time.  “H-he's breathing?!” Millor gasped in surprise.

The bleeding had stopped too, and the minor scrapes and cuts upon his face slowly faded before his eyes.

 “I guess we've gotta try move you then?” Millor whispered to the boy. “May need to try remove this first!-” he continued, cutting off the tail of his sentence as he grabbed the protruding rod, and screaming shortly after in pain at the sheer touch of it. Millor looked down at his hand at the burn it had inflicted upon him, as it slowly started to heal over.  “Ah, Iron!” he proclaimed, still cradling his injured hand. Staring over at the boy in front of him, he lifted his shirt to see the exit would of the rod. “Your flesh isn't burning?” Millor stumbled in disbelief.

 “Just what are you..?” he murmured to the boy, as he picked him up and carried him onwards, away from the spring.