#i now have a chocolate brown a light and dark blue and two greens

[some-sort-of-ecologist]

it's impossible to overestimate how many colours of the same beloved sweater I'll buy

[honeybunny-sawamura]

Title: Under the Christmas Tree Pairing: Daichi Sawamura x Fem! Reader Genre: Fluff (PG) Synopsis: Just a lil birthday fic for Daichi. Gets a lil heated but nothing too sexy. Domesticated fluffs Warnings: time skip, established relationship: married with children, holiday season: leaning more towards Christmas, intimacy, Word Count: 900+ Unbeta'd: hope it's alright OxO A/N: it's been FOREVERRRRRRRR since i wrote. but i can't be skipping my love's birthday. so here's something lovely and short for my favorite captain.

“Oh? I didn’t realize there's one more present that needed to be unwrapped.”

Daichi’s chocolate brown eyes move away from the kaleidoscope of lights, tinsels, and pine needles to see you grinning down at him with eyebrows wiggling in a playful tease. His lips turn up to match yours in his own toothy grin and lifts a hand to beckon you with his forefinger.

“You’ll get to unwrap me a little later. For now, come join me under here,”

You don’t hesitate to lay under the tree with your husband; shimmying closer to him so you’re both shoulder to shoulder as you two admire the Christmas tree in a different perspective. Originally, it had been your idea: finding comfort in the prismatic view of the decorated pine after sprucing up the house for the holiday seasons. The sight was mesmerizing and it had Daichi finding you and your two sons cuddling under said tree. Soon, it just became a thing in the the Sawamura household: spending time laying around the tree, talking, giggling, wishing, and basking in the holiday magic.

“The boys are gonna be sad when we gotta get rid of it,” you say. You hear Daichi sigh next to you and you tilt your head so you can gently bump it with his.

“I know, but it’s already starting to lose it’s green color and without the presents, you can find so many needles that’s fallen,”

“Mmm, I’m pretty sure one’s poking my ear right now,”

You two stay silent for a while; just looking up into the tree and listening to the soft music that’s playing on the TV. It's comforting, matching the soft quietness of a snowy night. Daichi slips his hands into yours, intertwining fingers, and then brings it up to brush his lips to the back of your hand.

“Thank you, for the scarf you knit for me. It’s hard to tell that you’ve never done it before. I’m over the moon that you chose your first knitting project for my birthday,” He turns his head to look at you, lights making his eyes glitter and shine, and a smile that has your heart fluttering like when you had your very first date with him. You shake your head in modesty but you smile along with him.

“It’s got some loose sections and the volleyball looks wonky but that green has always been your color,”

“Honey, it’s perfect. I’m wearing it everyday until summer comes. And I thought you said dark blue was my color,”

“Dark blue and green. And Daichi please, you’ll get hot under it in the springtime… You’ll wear it to work too?”

“Of course! I want you to wrap it around me before I get out the door,” Daichi huffs earnestly that it makes you giggle. You turn on your side so you can face him and your husband mirrors you.

“I already put on your tie in the morning. Soon, you’re gonna be asking me to dress you!” you poke at him teasingly, no real heat to your words. You love being in charge of picking his tie and getting it on him. The intimacy it gives you just before he leaves you for the day was something you wouldn’t trade the world for. His loving stare, the rise and fall of his chest, his hands that are sometimes on your waist or tucking a strand of hair away from your face; it was a moment just for you and him.

Daichi’s chuckle breaks you from that sliver of daydreaming, warmth rising to your face when you see the way his eyes darken a little and he shuffles closer to you.

“You have no problem UNdressing me though, so what’s wrong with dressing me in the morning” he taunts then laughs when you squeak out his name. Daichi chortles out apologies as you mock-scold him about saying lewd things aloud with children in the house even though said kids were tucked away in bed for the night.

“Weren’t you the one saying you needed to unwrap me, hmm?” Daichi counters as he untangles his hand from yours so he can set it on your hip then have it follow the curve of your thigh. Sparks ignite in your core as you watch the way his pupils bloom to have his eyes go darker and you swear you can feel the heat your husband gives out get hotter. You place a hand on his chest to try and confirm this but you get distracted by the eager thumps of his heart. This time, his name comes out of you like a temptation. Daichi licks his lips and your eyes follow your tongue before you confess,

“I have another birthday present for you, honey. Though it’s best we have you unwrap it in the bedroom,”

You both get eager grins on your face and Daichi quickly steals a kiss from you that earns him an elated squeal from you. Just as he’s quick to kiss you, he’s quick to get up from under the Christmas tree and tug you up too. You feel giddy at his eager mood with butterflies dancing in your chest and tummy. Like naughty teenagers, you and Daichi hush giggles behind free hands while scurrying over to your shared bedroom. All lights are turned off except for those on the Christmas tree; winking and twinkling for a special birthday and the new year to come.

Tagging some moots who I think would like this too: @tsumtsumland @vs-redemption @ceo-of-daichi @belladonnafleur @undersero @kingdaddydaichi @toonpai @vexx97

[smileyfacemojisworld]

Credits To @puppiesandnightlock for the idea❤️

THANK YOU SO MUCH @puppiesandnightlock for the Sing 2 Christmas one shot idea(storyline, honestly)

Chapter 1

Buster Moon's POV:

I got out of bed and grudgingly trudged down from my little staircase made of books to open the windows. Bright sunlight blinded me along with an icy chill of.. Wait, is that? I forced my eyes open and squinted, rubbing my eyes ferociously. A gorgeously shaped snowflake landed gracefully on the window plate, as I admired it with awe, I looked down and noticed the rooftops of the houses in the city were aesthetically coated with a thick layer of seemingly fluffy snow. My little mouth dropped in astonishment of the breathtaking sight. It rarely snowed in Calatonia, making it almost a lifetime opportunity to see the city with snow. I was just mindlessly gazing out my window when suddenly the door was kicked open and in came in Porsha, who I recently invited to stay at New Moon theatre. (I'm using New Moon Theatre since we don't know exactly how Majestic looks like, other than the stage.) Porsha rushed frantically to me and gave me a body-crushing hug, while ecstatically squealing, "Merry Christmas Mister Moon! I've invited the everyone to the theatre, Rosita, Norman and all 25 of her kids are coming, oh and don't worry about them, I already went Christmas shopping yesterday, got each and everyone who is coming gifts, ooh guess what I got for Ash, you'll never guess!" My head was spinning, I was clearly dumbfounded, but before I could even mumble a single word in, Porsha started rambling again, "I got her a new guitar case, she's gonna love it, I can already tell! I spent so long trying to decorate it in her style, we two have such different taste, I bought I bunch of stickers from her favourite store to DIY it, and it turned out perfectly, I got Rosita and Norman one of the very best nannies to look after their kids for as long as they like so Rosita won't have to worry and Norman can finally concentrate on work, I'm gonna take the kids to a huge toy store and get them whatever they want, since I don't know all of their likings, Gunter a karaoke system, got Johnny a portable keyboard and sheet music, for Meena I got her new baking stuff and recipes, Miss Crawly loads of new dresses and wigs for her to dress up with, AirPods for Nooshy so she can street dance without having to always lug that bulky radio around, I got Clay a new guitar, since his is, like, 15 years old, Alphonso merchandise for his business and for you I got, oh whoops I almost spilled the surprise!" Porsha covered her mouth with her hand/paw (???) and snickered, "You'll never guess what it is! But don't tell anyone about their gifts, alright?" she warned. I blinked, flustered with all the new information processing through my tiny brain(smol). "Hello?

You there? Come one, we have to decorate the theatre, thank goodness I was reassured by Rosita, who's gonna bring breakfast, we already have so much to do! Now let's go!" Porsha stopped waving her hand in my face and strutted out. I reluctantly followed her out, stretching my arms and yawning groggily, tossing my perfectly pre-planned outfit on, which consisted of my regular snow-white(®) button down shirt, a dark blue suit jacket with matching pants along with a black belt. I lost the bow tie and put on a tie which didn't exactly suit my style, but looked definitely like the explanation of 'Christmas' It was red and green striped, with several, small, Christmas elements around it. I kicked my chocolate brown shoes on and dashed off to find Porsha, who was humping a box of old Christmas decorations, along with a newly, store-bought bag of Christmas decorations, which she willingly offered to get. We emptied the box and bag to find a Christmas tree slightly taller than Porsha, numerous baubles and colourful fairy lights, a glittery golden star, miniature bells that ring a delightfully pleasant tune to hang up on the tree, collectable reindeer, scented candles that smelled pleasingly of peppermint, stockings, decorated wreaths, ornamental angels and fairly expensive snow globes. I lighted up the scented candles and placed them all over the theatre, arranged the ornaments of reindeer, angels and snow globes immaculately and decorated the bottom part of the Christmas tree, while Porsha had to set up the tree, decorate the upper half, hang the fairy lights on and through the ceiling and got the opportunity to position the star. I wiped a drop of perspiration off my sweaty forehead and panted, that was certainly a lot of work, but we got it done just in time! I looked up at Porsha and grinned from ear to ear, thanking her profusely for her help.

Porsha's POV:

Oh, my gosh, today is Christmas! It's the most, wonderful time, of the year! I stayed up all night wrapping all my gifts, I'm exhausted and ecstatic all at the same time! I must say, I think I overdid myself on the presents, but after all, AM earning my own money, now that Buster got me a job here at New Moon Theatre AND I was invited to stay here. I got ready in a blink of an eye, wearing my white cropped top, neon blue puffy jacket, midnight blue ripped jeans and my. ankle length brown uggs. I thought the outfit looked gloomy so I threw on some colourful neon jewellery and stormed off to Buster's room to wake him up. I just noticed the absolute beauty of the snow through his window, it was gorgeous! He and I got ready for the crew's arrival, I seriously can't wait for them to get here! 

I planned out a perfect day! First, I pleased Rosita to get us all our favourite breakfast for each of us, who gave in after one request, she's the best! I regret being so rude to her... 

My favourite breakfast is french toast and a milkshake with extra whipped cream, Buster's is toasted PB&J sandwiches with milk, Miss Crawly's is toast and tea, Ash's is fruit tarts and lemonade, Gunter's is pancakes with fruit, Johnny's is avocado toast with tea (being British don't mind me), Rosita's and Norman's is coffee, the kids all have different tastes, but they like reallyyy sugary stuff, Nooshy's is- hold on I don't think she eats breakfast, does she? 😃🤔 I texted her she sent me:

GirlieOnFire(Porsha): Heyyyyy

IllegallyDancing(nooshy): hiiiiiii what's up

GirlieOnFire: do you eat breakfast?

IllegallyDancing: no course I don't that's for WEaK pEoPIE🤭🥰

GirlieOnFire: well you really should it's not gUd FoR yA🤓👆

IllegallyDancing: yes I eat breakfast

👁️👄👁️

GirlieOnFire: well you should've just SAID SOO🤨

Illegally Dancing: why am I friends with you

GirlieOnFire: I should be asking that, now what do you eat

IllegalyDancing: well I go to any restaurant and see if they have any food leftover in their trash, why?

GirlieOn Fire: ...

IllegallyDancing: what? 🤨

GirlieOnFire: *Venmo $200*

IllegallyDancing:😨

GirlieOnFire: now shoo and go get smth to eat

So I forgot to ask her her preference🤭 Ah well of I'm gonna guess sweet stuff, cuz she told me the first time she went into a diner was went Johnny met her

Continuing, Clay loves TEA

WITH HONEY(yeah totally for sure I asked Ash 🥰) 

So after breakfast, we're gonna walk around caroling and promoting our theatre. I'm gonna surprise Buster with the promoting and his other gift, I managed to convince one of my FAVOURITE FASHION BRAND to sponsor the theatre! I can't wait to see the look on Buster's face when I tell him!

End Of Chapter 1

I’m so sorry, it’s not me best work, I don’t have snow, so I don’t know the experience, please comment some ideas and thoughts, I take criticism very well❤️

If you’re into Jooshy, I highly recommend @puppiesandnightlock ‘s fanfiction, Breakdancing and Romancing, on Fanfiction.Net. This fanfic was the genius story that got me obsessed with fanfics in the first place🤩

[agirlandherquill]

Sweet Pea and Lily for the flower ask game?

let me just consult my massive array of stationery for the perfect piece of paper to respond to this - paper check, quill check, pot of ink? somehow intact, some may say more intact than my sanity, but anywho without further ado, it's time to write this so-called letter to Tumblr!

so, I'm new to ask games, incredibly new, sort of like the first petals that form on daffodils at the start of spring - in fact I'm seeing some right now as I write this (and it's fitting with not only the flower ask game, but spring itself), and since it's the start of a new month, spring has officially sprung and it's the easter holidays, why not use this perfect time to respond to this question,

alrighty for the first question we have sweet pea - what colour are your oc's eyes?

now this is a welcome invitation for a little ramble about some of my characters, because I picked every detail of their appearance for a reason - after all, who doesn't love little details that are jam-packed full of meaning?

to reiterate the cliche everyone knows and probably loathes (I personally have a love-hate relationship with it, and most cliches in existence), the eyes are the windows to the soul, and I chose the eye-colours of my characters to sort of reflect that,

so for my two ongoing novels, Ruin's Reprisal and A Deal of Daggers, the eye-colours are just as important as any other detail,

In Ruin's Reprisal we have Edeva, the main female protagonist (in the first instance of the series, she's the only one, but not for very long in the following novels), her eyes are what I described as 'cornflower-blue', a shade I found to reflect the sky moments before the sun slips away beyond the horizon, and I feel like that link to sunsets reflects Edeva's character perfectly - she's hopeful even in the darkest of moments, deep within her is a darkness created by events outside of her control, and truth be told her eyes are a shade of my favourite colour.

Fenley is Edeva's protagonistic counterpart (the red squiggly line under that informs me it isn't a word but to my mind it should be, therefore for this letter, it is) and he's her counterpart in a few other ways too - while she is hopeful he lives and breathes chaos, he resides in the dark, which is why I opted to give him grey eyes because it's a mixture of his inner darkness and her light, she brings out the better parts of him, even though he tries so desperately to hide them.

Moving onto A Deal of Daggers, we have Isolde and Reid. This paragraph is much simpler than the others because I had a much clearer reason for their eye colours: Isolde has chocolate brown eyes, simply because out of all my characters, I see her as the greatest extension of myself. Reid has green eyes because I think of him as a survivor, much like a plant, he adapts to his surroundings and he survives, no matter the risk or the cost.

And now for the latter question, Lily - what is your oc's love language?

My response for this is what some may say to be tragically simple, for almost all of my characters aforementioned, they hardly know what love is, but that isn't to say they haven't got it in them to discover it, but for the sake of providing some sort of response to this question I will refer to Reid - perhaps the only character in either of the novels who has any idea what he's doing when it comes to love, even if that love is forbidden, unrequited and fought against - mostly by himself. Reid uses words and subtle gestures as his love-language, he prefers subtlety above all else, he finds it to be the most effective, I tend to think of his approaches to love as though he is painting, one stroke, a small, meaningful stroke can make a piece, and bit by bit the painting grows, it becomes better, more beautiful. Slow but steady, so to say. Or perhaps... Slow-burn? (one of my favourite literary tropes)

and now I reach the end of my letter, a point at which I ought to sign off but I'd first like to thank you for the opportunity to ramble about my characters, and to thank everyone who reads not only this letter but every snippet, every piece of my writing, it means more than you know,

so with that, I'll be signing this off,

until the next letter,

~ A Girl and Her Quill

(p.s, I hope it's abundantly clear I have not read this through, my mind went on a ramble and I wholeheartedly went with it :) )

[crossbackpoke-check]

most boys could be improved with a little nail polish bit thomas bordeleau especially. like what is not clicking for him that he hasn’t done it already my god

EX 👏 ACT 👏 LY you understand. i saw this post one time and simply never looked back so without further ado here are the top ten nail polishes, in no particular order, that i think thomas bordeleau should try:

1. sally hanson xtreme wear in 140 rockstar pink

we’re starting with this one because i previously mentioned it in another post, and, while i think thom gives the vibes of a single color natural nail mani, i like this one because it’s one polish that’s multicolor—dark pink glitter with a little bit of blue to call in the sjs and the baby blue suit he was wearing. also, glitter nail polishes will last you FOREVER

2. chanel le vernis in 339 cassis

also have to start out by including my closest approximation to the nail polish in the photo that started this all. i love the sheerness of this polish, which means it can be more unobtrusive and a little blink-and-you’ll-miss-it barely-there detail or more prominent with more layers

3. gucci glossy in 715 winterset snow

personally i don’t often go for a white nail but i think borde would like something very crisp and clean (white does look nice on him). however, i think his white and/or cream needs to be a little cooler and not as much on the yellow side, which made finding this polish difficult but like. what else was i doing today (so many things)

4. les mains hermès in 85 rouge h

we have solid evidence that borde loooves a good maroon moment and i did specifically pick hermès (no idea why. fancy? would appeal to him?). love the cooler tones in this red for him and i heavily debated giving him this really deep rich purple (violet byzantin) of the same style of polish but we can work up to wearing that one

5. cirque colors x live. love. polish in puttin’ on the ritz

while i know the first color on here is literally a fine glitter, To Me thomas bordeleau is a chunky glitter gorl. it’s got artsy details, a bunch of different types of glitter, it’s iridescent, it can be layered, i’m in love with it. it will match any outfit thom i promise

6. maniology in b333 gold rush

imho i would wear more silver jewelry to compliment the cool tones he likes to wear BUT. borde almost always sports gold (honestly not bad wrt bringing out the california tan, it doesn’t wash him out) so i am giving him a boring, but very specific metallic not-too-yellow-or-light-or sparkly gold nail color. sorry. just paint one nail and use it like an accent or for french tips for spice, idk bud you’re the hand model here and i am simply an incredibly picky art director

7. àuda.b in my cactus

i love how vibrant this green is, i love the finish on it, i think we could convince thom to branch out into more jewel tones and pastels. also yes i picked this to match his houseplants

8. nails.inc caught in the nude in hawaii beach & boy de chanel in 404 black

i have a lot of shiny and glittery finishes on this list and i reeeeally wanted to throw in a matte finish so. this is a two for one because i couldn’t find a matte version of this chocolate brown that i really liked for him but also i’m giving him a special matte black polish because to me these are both neutrals

9. mooncat in millennia

this one just looks dope. i feel like he would like the chrome effect to it? it is more high effort because it’s a magnetic polish, but also given that he loves juicewrld now i think i could swing this one on that basis alone (it’s the same colors as legends never die).

10. zoya in zp797 cecilia

how could i make this list and not include a pacific teal nail polish for the san jose sharks 🦈 this also would be stunning as a pop of color to accent his grey game day suits just saying

ok if you made it to the end of this i love you ✨ thank you for coming to my ill-advised impromptu ted talk @ thom please paint ur nails and also confirm or deny whether you have pierced your ears thank you

[vivireshar]

Gems as the eye colors of the characters "All for the game"

ENG I got into the habit of comparing the color of Foxes' eyes with precious stones. Today I would like to introduce you to my vision of this.

Let's start with Andrew and Aaron.

Nora said the twins had brown eyes. I refuse to admit it. Amber. Only amber. Brightening in sunlight, becoming caramel.

This is one of the reasons why in the work "Puppies" I gave Andrew the nickname Amber.

RUS У меня появилась привычка сравнивать цвет глаз Лисов с драгоценными камнями. Сегодня я бы хотела познакомить вас со своим виденьем этого.

Давайте начнём с Эндрю и Аарона.

Нора говорила, что у близнецов карие глаза. Я отказываюсь это признавать. Янтарные. Только янтарные. Светлеющие при солнечном свете, становящиеся карамельными.

Это одна из причин, почему в работе "Щенки" я дала Эндрю прозвище Янтарь.

ENG The color of Neil's eyes makes me doubt. It is known that Neil has blue eyes. But there are so many shades! I looked through a huge number of photos of blue gemstones and chose the one that, in my opinion, is perfect for Neil Josten. Ladies and gentlemen, this is kyanite.

RUS Цвет глаз Нила вызывает у меня сомнения. Известно, что у Нила голубые глаза. Но ведь оттенков так много! Я просмотрела огромное количество фотографий драгоценных камней голубого цвета и выбрала тот, который, по моему мнению, идеально подходит Нилу Джостену. Дамы и господа, это - кианит.

ENG My beloved Kevin Day also gave me a difficult task. The color of his eyes is green. But there are a lot of shades, how to choose the right one? I looked through a lot of wonderful drawings to determine the shade, but I did not come to one opinion. I have two assumptions. The first is that Kevin has light emerald eyes (left). The second is that the color of his eyes resembles the verdelite gemstone. (right)

RUS Мой любимый Кевин Дэй тоже задал мне сложную задачу. Цвет его глаз - зеленый. Но ведь оттенков много, как выбрать подходящий? Я просмотрела много замечательных рисунков, чтобы определиться с оттенком, однако к одному мнению так и не пришла. У меня есть два предположения. ��ервое - у Кевина глаза светло-изумрудного оттенка (слева). Второе - цвет его глаз напоминает драгоценный камень верделит. (справа)

ENG My dear Nicky also did not want to help me decide on the shade of the gemstone. For myself, I learned that there are quite a lot of brown gems. After searching for photos, I chose onyx as a gemstone for Niki - at a certain angle it turns from black to honey-brown and chocolate, which is very suitable for the color of Niki's eyes.

RUS Мой милый Ники тоже не желал помогать мне определиться с оттенком драгоценного камня. Для себя я узнала, что драгоценных камней коричневого цвета достаточно много. Поискав фотографии, я выбрала в качестве драгоценного камня для Ники оникс - под определенным углом он становится из черного медово-коричневым и шоколадным, что очень подходит цвету глаз Ники.

ENG Now let's talk about Jean. I really love this character with a hard fate and a terrible story. When I read books, Jean seemed to me to be a tall, dark-haired and very thin guy with gray-blue eyes. Then, when I was picking up a gem for him, I double-checked the information about Jean on the fan sites of the book series. Jean's real eye color is gray, but I'm sure his eyes can also be gray-blue. If we start from the canon, the ideal stone for Jean Moreau will be selenite. If we take into account my theory about gray-blue eyes, he, like Neil Josten, will be ideally suited to kyanite.

RUS Теперь поговорим о Жане. Я очень люблю этого персонажа с тяжелой судьбой и страшной историей. Когда я читала книги, Жан представлялся мне высоким, темноволосым и очень худым парнем с серо-голубыми глазами. Затем, когда я подбирала для него драгоценный камень, я перепроверила информацию о Жане на сайтах фанатов серии книг. Настоящий цвет глаз Жана - серый, однако я уверена, что его глаза также могут быть и серо-голубыми. Если отталкиваться от канона, идеальным камнем для Жана Моро будет селенит. Если же брать во внимание мою теорию о серо-голубых глазах, ему, как и Нилу Джостену, идеально подойдёт кианит.

I hope you were interested to know about my research on the color of the boys' eyes. If you think that other gems will suit them, write in the comments which ones. I will be glad to know your opinion!

Надеюсь, вам было интересно узнать о моих изысканиях относительно цвета глаз мальчишек. Если вы считаете, что им подойдут другие драгоценные камни, пишите в комментариях, какие именно. Буду рада узнать ваше мнение!

[larrydempsey]

“The Birthday Wish, Part One”

“Make a wish and blow out the candles, Stanley!”     Sitting next to his mother on one side of the small, round green-speckled table, Stanley hunched over his small, round chocolate birthday cake decorated with white frosting, rainbow sprinkles, and eight orange candles.  He stared at the flickering candles with his wide blue eyes and then clamped his eyes shut, took a deep breath, and blew them out.     “What did you wish for?” asked Stanley’s mother, sitting to the left of her son in the cramped kitchen, which smelled of warm cake and candle smoke.     “Aww, mom!  You know it won't come true if I tell you.”     “I know.  I just wanted to see if I could get it out of you,” she said, tousling Stanley’s short, brown hair.  “It’s okay.  I know what you wished for.  You wished for a…”     “Don’t say it out loud, or it won’t come true!”     “Oops!  Sorry.”     Stanley slumped down in his chair and sighed.     “It will come true someday.  When we get more money and we’re doing better, you’ll get your wish.  I promise.”     “I hope so,” Stanley mumbled, his chin on his chest.     “But right now, it’s time for you to get to school,” said Stanley’s mother, looking at the clock on the thin white wall to the right of the sink and the window.  “It’s the last day of the year.  That must be pretty exciting.  Summer vacation.  Going swimming.  Riding your bike.  Won’t that be fun?”     “I guess.”     “On your way, then, or you’ll be late.  I have to get dressed and get to the hospital, or I’ll be late too.  Remember, I’m getting off work early today.  I’ll be picking you up from school so we can go out for your birthday dinner.  Decide where you want to go.”     Stanley sat unmoving at the kitchen table, oblivious that his mother was talking to him.  He stared vacantly at the sunlight reflecting off the pale green cupboards and countertops.     “C’mon, Stanley!  Let’s go!  We’ll have a piece of your cake when we get home tonight,” said Stanley’s mother, pulling her son out of the chair and helping him put his dark blue backpack on his short, scrawny body.  “Okay?”     “Okay.”      After kissing Stanley on the top of his head, his mother pushed him out of the kitchen, across the wood-paneled living room, and out the front door.     “Have a good day, Stanley!  Be careful!”     “I will,” he said, standing on the small square concrete step as the heavy wooden door slammed closed behind him.     Stanley closed the screen door and then walked around to the north side of the house.  There he found his green bicycle, complete with a yellow banana seat, leaning against the garage.  He got on the bike, rode down the short downward slope in the concrete driveway, rounded his silver, dented mailbox, and then started pedaling up the sidewalk toward school.

Later that afternoon, Stanley walked his bicycle across the school grounds towards his mother’s scratched and rusted two-door light blue hatchback.  The car was parked alongside the sidewalk in the school’s parking lot, one in a long line of other parents’ cars.     As Stanley reached his mother’s car, dark gray clouds above him started to sprinkle.  The ground was starting to get wet, as faint thunder could be heard in the distance.  After putting his bike in the back of the car, he pulled the hatch door down, slamming it closed.  Stanley walked around to the passenger side of the car and opened the door, the door making a loud squealing sound as he did.     “There’s the birthday boy!  Get in before it starts raining!”     Stanley took off his backpack, got in the car, and pulled the door closed, the door squealing even louder the second time.  He put his backpack on his lap and wrapped his arms around it.     “How was your last day of school?”     “Fine,” Stanley replied.     “That good, huh?” said Stanley’s mother, rolling her eyes.  “Don’t forget to buckle up.”     Stanley put his backpack on the floor and then reached for the seatbelt above and behind his right shoulder.  He pulled it across his chest and then locked it in place, to the left of his left leg.     “Have you decided where you want to eat?” she asked.     “I dunno.”     His mother started the car, turned on the windshield wipers, and then slowly drove across the school parking lot, stopping once she reached the edge of the street.     “How about Poppy’s?  Pizza’s your favorite.”     “I guess,” said Stanley, turning his head to watch raindrops slowly trickle down the passenger side window.     “Poppy’s Pizza Palace, it is!”     After looking both ways and seeing that no traffic was coming from either direction, Stanley’s mother slowly pulled her car out onto the street.     “This isn’t the way to Poppy’s!” exclaimed Stanley.  “You’re going the wrong way!”     “Oh, I forgot to tell you that I have to make another stop first.  It won’t take long.”

The rain was coming down much harder as Stanley and his mother drove down the street.  Stanley’s mother turned the car’s windshield wipers up to “high,” but it was still hard to see.     “Where are we going?” asked Stanley, trying to see out his window.     “You’ll see,” his mother replied.     After driving for fifteen minutes, Stanley began to wonder where his mother could possibly be taking them.  He’d never seen this part of town before.  Every street, every sign, and every building were new to him.  The places most familiar to Stanley were his school, the park, the beach, and the neighborhood where he lived.  He never ventured much further than that.     “Are we almost there?”     “Almost,” responded his mother with a sly grin.  “We’re getting close.”

A few minutes later, Stanley’s mother slowed her car near the entrance to the local animal shelter.  She lifted the car’s turn signal and pulled the car into the shelter’s parking lot.     As the car inched its way across the wet asphalt, Stanley’s eyes widened and his pulse quickened.     “Wait a minute!” said Stanley as goosebumps broke out all over his body.     Stanley’s mother pulled her car into one of the parking spaces near the front doors, put it in “Park,” and turned it off.     “Does this mean…” Stanley started to ask over the sound of the rain beating on the car’s rusted roof.     “I know how miserable you’ve been lately, Stanley,” she said, turning to look at her son.     “Are we going to…  Are we…?”     “They gave me a raise at the hospital last month.  I didn’t want to tell you because I wanted it to be a surprise for your birthday.”     “We’re really going to…?  I mean, really?”     “Since your father died, I know it hasn’t been easy for you.  It hasn’t been easy for either of us.  And since there aren’t any other kids in our neighborhood for you to play with, I realized how important it is for you to have a companion.  I’m just sorry it took so long.”     “You mean it?  You really mean it?”     “Yes, Stanley.  Let’s go pick out a dog.”     Stanley couldn't take off his seat belt and open the car door fast enough.  He jumped out of the car and then slammed the door closed behind him.  He ran through the rain and jumped up onto the sidewalk, waiting for his mother to join him before he entered the shelter.  He could hear dogs barking and smell dog food coming from inside.     “You’re the best mom ever!”     “I know,” she replied, stepping onto the sidewalk and shaking the rain out of her brown, shoulder-length, curly hair.  “But it’s nice to hear it once in a while.”

Once inside the animal shelter, Stanley and his mother thoroughly searched row after row of chain link fence cages, looking at dozens upon dozens of potential pets.  With the sound of fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, Stanley looked every dog over carefully, wanting to give each one equal consideration.     “How about this one?” asked Stanley’s mother, pointing at an English sheepdog.     “Too much hair.”     “Saint Bernard?”     “Too big.”     “Chihuahua?”     “Too small.”     “The one who’s running around in circles?”     “Too hyper,” they both agreed.     “This one looks too mean,” said Stanley’s mother, pointing to the one baring its teeth and drooling.     “This one barks too much,” Stanley remarked about another one.     Stanley started to become discouraged.  Picking out a furry friend wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be.  Nevertheless, he kept going, even as the constant barking hurt his ears and the wide variety of animal odors began to nauseate him.

A half hour later, an announcement came over the intercom, saying that the shelter would be closing in fifteen minutes.  As a few of the overhead lights switched off, Stanley began to panic.     “They’re about to close, Stanley.  We’ll have to come back another day when we have more time to look.”     “Mom, no!  He has to be here!  He just has to be!”     “Just a couple more minutes, then we have to leave.  They're closing soon.”     Shortly before Stanley and his mother were about to give up, they reached the last row, near the back of the shelter.  While his mother hurriedly looked on one side of the aisle and Stanley looked down the other, Stanley came upon a cage with a small brown and white Norfolk terrier.  Stanley looked down at the dog and locked eyes with him.  Without question or hesitation, Stanley knew he was the dog for him.     “Mom!  Mom!  Over here!  Come here!  Look!”     Stanley’s mother turned in her son’s direction and ran over to the cage where he was standing.  “Oh, look at him!  He’s so cute!  Yep, he’s the one.  What’s his name?”     Stanley leaned over to read the card next to the cage’s handle and lock.  “‘Buddy.’”     “‘Buddy.’  That’s perfect.  He’ll be your new buddy, Stanley.  Won't you, little guy?  Will you be Stanley’s buddy?”     Buddy jumped up on his back legs, leaning against the front of the cage with his paws.  With his tail wagging and his tongue hanging out, Buddy let out two enthusiastic barks.     “You stay here, Stanley.  I’ll go find the man again so he can get Buddy out for us.  I’ll be right back.”     Stanley leaned against the front of the chain link cage as far as he could, putting his fingers through the fence and letting Buddy lick them.     “Are you ready to come home with me, Buddy?  I can hardly wait to show you my room and where you’re going to sleep.”

Minutes later, Stanley’s mother returned, followed by a store employee who was holding a large key ring with dozens of keys on it.     “Okay, let’s see now.  Which one do we have here?” said Andy, the shelter employee, looking down at Buddy through the chain link gate.  “Oh, yeah.  Isn’t he something?  We just got him in this morning.  A little old lady died, and her family didn’t want him, so they brought him to us.”     “I guess we got here on the right day, didn’t we, Stanley?”     “Yeah, good thing you came in when you did,” said Andy.  “By this time tomorrow, he’d be gone.  We were going to move him to a cage up front, but we were so busy today that we didn’t have a chance.  Most people don’t make it back this far.  They usually give up after looking at the first couple rows.”     Andy unlocked the cage door, and after entering the cage, he fastened a bright red collar around Buddy’s neck, brought Buddy out of the cage, and handed the end of the leash to Stanley.  Then Stanley and his mother walked Buddy to the front of the store so they could pay for him.

Andy pointed a barcode scanner at Buddy’s collar, then turned around to look at the computer monitor on the counter.  After seeing the total on the screen, he told Stanley’s mother the price.     “That much?  Really?  Oh no.  I’m sorry, Stanley,” said Stanley’s mother, putting her hand on her son’s shoulder.  “He’s too expensive.  We just can’t afford him.  We’ll come back another day and pick out a different one, okay?”      “M-mom…?” said Stanley, his voice trembling.     “I’m sorry, Stanley.”     “No!  You can’t!” yelled Stanley, picking up Buddy and wrapping his arms around the dog.  “You can’t take Buddy away!  No!”     “I’m so sorry,” repeated Stanley’s mother, reaching out toward Stanley and trying to take Buddy out of his arms.     As Stanley gripped Buddy tighter and backed away from his mother, Buddy squealed, howled, and barked, trying to hold onto Stanley with his claws.  But after several attempts, Stanley’s mother finally pulled Buddy off Stanley and was able to get Buddy on the ground.     Andy took the end of the leash from Stanley and tried to lead Buddy away, but Buddy lunged toward Stanley, pulling his leash taut, standing on his back legs, his front paws wheeling in the air.     “I’m sorry this turned out to be such a bad birthday for you, Stanley.”     “It’s your son’s birthday?” asked Andy.  “I’ll tell you what.  We have a special deal for kids who adopt one of our animals on their birthdays.”     “Really?” asked Stanley.     “Well, we do now,” said Andy, smiling at Stanley.     “Wow!  Thanks!”     “Are you sure?” asked Stanley’s mother.     “I can see how much Buddy means to Stanley—and how much Stanley means to Buddy.  I can’t break them up.”     Stanley watched as Andy took Stanley's mother aside and offered her a new price.  His mother smiled and nodded.  She then wrote out a check on the counter, handed it to Andy, and Andy ran it through the register.  After Andy handed Stanley’s mother a receipt, both of them walked back over to Stanley and Buddy.     “What do you say, Stanley?” asked his mother.     “Thank you, sir!”     “Andy.  You can call me Andy.”     “Thanks, Andy!”     “You’re welcome, Stanley.  And don't forget to thank your mother, as well.”     “Thanks, Mom!” said Stanley, kneeling down and petting Buddy.     “You’re very welcome, Stanley.  Now, let’s take Buddy home.”     Stanley ran out the front door, Buddy following close behind him on his bright red leash.

Stanley, his mother, and their new dog arrived home a short time later with their dinner.  Stanley set the pizza box down on the small, round, green-speckled table and then let go of Buddy’s leash.  As Buddy sniffed frantically around the kitchen floor, dragging his bright red leash behind him, Stanley got out two plates from the green cupboards and grabbed some napkins off the counter.     “Don’t get used to this,” said Stanley’s mother, hanging her purse and coat on a chair.  “We can’t eat this fancy all the time.”     Stanley’s mother got out a paper plate and some silverware from one of the drawers, then sat down and opened the pizza box.  She took one slice of pizza out of the box and put it on the paper plate.  She cut the slice of pizza into smaller pieces and then put the plate on the white-tiled floor.  Buddy ran up to the paper plate and devoured the pieces of pizza so fast that Stanley could hardly see where they went.     “Wow!” exclaimed Stanley.  “Buddy was really hungry!”     Stanley hung his jacket over the back of his chair and sat down.  Stanley's mother put a slice of pizza on both hers and Stanley’s plate, and they began eating.     “How is the pizza?  Good?” she asked.     With wide eyes and a huge grin stretching across his little round face, Stanley nodded as he chewed, affirming that it was.     “Was it a good birthday?”     “The best!” replied Stanley between bites.     Buddy jumped up on Stanley’s leg, whining, barking, and panting for another piece of pizza.  Stanley tore a piece of pizza off his slice and dropped it into Buddy’s mouth.  Buddy chewed it and then dropped back to the floor, licking his mouth.     “After dessert, how about we give Buddy a bath?” suggested Stanley’s mother.  “He’ll be nice and clean for his first night in his new home.  Does that sound good?”     Stanley wiped his greasy hands on his napkin and then reached down and petted Buddy, gently stroking the hair behind his head and ears over and over.     “It’s nice to see you happy again, Stanley.  I’m glad you got your wish.”     Stanley got up from his chair and wrapped his arms around his mother’s neck, hugging her as tightly as he could.     “What was that for?” she asked.     “For getting Buddy for me.”     “You’re welcome, Stanley.  You already thanked me once, but I'll take it anyway,” she said, kissing her son on the cheek.  “There’s nothing in the world I wouldn’t do for you.”     Stanley hugged his mother again and then sat back down in his chair.     “Now,” said Stanley's mother, “who’s ready for a big piece of birthday cake?”

After Buddy’s bath, Stanley took a freshly cleaned Buddy into his bedroom.     “This is my room.  It’s where I sleep and read and do my homework.  It’s your room now, too.  I hope you’ll like it.”     Buddy looked around the room, staring at everything Stanley pointed at and listening to everything Stanley had to tell him.     “This is my bed.  These are my dresser drawers where I have my socks and shorts.  And this is my clock and my lamp.  Over here’s my desk and my chair, where I do all my homework.  This is my dictionary and my thesaurus and my other lamp.”     Buddy sniffed Stanley’s dresser, looked up at Stanley, and then wagged his tail.     “Here's my closet, where I have the rest of my clothes.  And here’s some of my models I made,” said Stanley, pointing to the spaceships hanging from the ceiling with clear fishing wire.     “And this is my bookshelf, where I have all my books and my comics.  My favorite comics are Super Sarge and The Unbelievable U-Men.  Oh, and The Immortals.  Admiral Victorious is pretty good, too.”     Buddy yawned.  And after seeing Buddy yawn, Stanley yawned as well.     “You tired, boy?  Yeah, me, too.  It’s been a really long day.  Lemme show you where you're gonna sleep.”     Stanley walked around to the end of his single bed and pointed to a baby blue blanket fluffed up on the floor.  Buddy followed Stanley, looked down at the blanket, and then looked up at Stanley.     “We’ll have to get you a real bed someday, but for now, you’ll have to sleep on this blanket.  It’s really nice and soft.  See?” said Stanley, bending down and moving his hand back and forth across the smooth material.     Buddy stepped into the blanket, turned around a few times, and then laid down in it, all curled up with his head down.     “See?  It’s nice.  It just got out of the dryer, so it’s really warm.  Well, goodnight, Buddy.  Sweet dreams.”     Stanley climbed into his bed and reached over to turn off the lamp on his dresser.  He then pulled the covers over himself, laid his head down on his pillow, and closed his eyes.     After a couple minutes went by, Stanley heard a whimpering sound in the dark.     “What’s the matter, Buddy?” asked Stanley, turning on his lamp.  “Are you okay?  What’s wrong?  You don't like your blanket?”     Stanley leaned over the side of the bed and reached down to pet Buddy.  Buddy licked the back of Stanley’s hand and then whimpered again.     “You want to sleep with me?  Well, okay.  Jump up here, then.  But just this once.”     Buddy jumped up onto Stanley’s bed, laid down, and then rested his chin on the edge of the bed.     “Goodnight, Buddy.  I’ll see you in the morning.”     Stanley turned off his lamp, laid his head down on his pillow, and closed his eyes again.  He then reached down and petted Buddy, stroking the long, clean hair on his back over and over,8slower and slower, until they both fell asleep.

To be continued...

Copyright © 2024 Larry Dempsey.  All rights reserved.

[teddiesbestestpal]

Bunni stands in the TV World all alone as he sighs, so much has happen in such a short amount of time.

The skinny dark chocolate brown rabbit with stitches all along his ears and patchwork on his face, wearing a mostly dark chartreuse green suit with three chartreuse green buttons in the center with black stripes brown eyes with permanent eyebags and a frilly light orange neck ruffle around his neck.

“ If only I could have saved her!..” Bunni shouted to himself his usually calm and quiet voice now letting out powerful roars.

Does this have to do with the weird dreams he’s been having of a shadowy man dressed in a red tie in a primarily red and black place with yellow police tape around it?

as Bunni thinks to himself he hears footsteps.

“ Bunni! are you there?” Someone cheerfully Shouted.

“ Teddie? You’re back from the hospital?” Bunni asked turning around to face the Blue bear mascot.

“ Yes!… the doctor said that Nanako-Chan will be okay! I’m so happy!” Teddie exclaimed.

“Really? I’m so happy…” Bunni said half-hearted as he has a lot of things on his mind.

“ Bun-Bun are you okay?” Teddie asks as Bunni freezes up.

“ Shit. He used my pet name…” Bunni sighed to himself.

“ Look.. I’m just trying to look for the culprit here.. I can’t rest at night knowing that he’s still out there.. especially judging by Namatame’s actions… and I somehow feel responsible..!” Bunni replies sweating and hyperventilating feeling good that he got everything he wanted to say out as Teddie looked back at Bunni.

“ Well I’m sure we’ll catch him! I have my claws and you have your rabbit tail that turns into a hammer!” Teddie exclaims as Bunni sighs.

“ It’s not that simple Ted…” Bunni replies still sighing as Teddie looked genuine.

“ Look Bunni.. you have a good heart.. and so do I and with our hearts and the rest of the investigation team’s hearts I know we will catch him… now let’s shake hands on it okay?” Teddie asks as Bunni extends his hand towards Bunni, Bunni reaching his hand out to Teddie’s.

“ Yes we will apprehend the culprit!” Bunni said his persona Chang’e evolving into Hou Yi, becoming a lengthy yet skinny dark orange made out of rock figure with a surface similar to a volcano with blue and red volcano cracks coating his body and his hair being tied into a ponytail made out of red and blue flames with sunglasses-like eyes with a red and blue flame on each side respectively as the bottom of Hou Yi’s legs resembles boots with the same cracks in them as Hou Yi wields a dark orange bow made out of rock with the surface of a volcano with a crack pattern on it in his right hand, as two flame arrows one red and one blue spawned right in between the bow, as after the persona evolving it turns back into the moon arcana card falling down onto the ground as it goes back into Bunni as a blue energy washes over his body not like anyone could see it.

“ How about we get something to eat from JUNES?” Teddie asks as Bunni finally regained the ability to smile again.

“ That would be lovely…” Bunni weakly smiled as he and Teddie walked off out of the TV World but for a quick second Bunni saw the shadow man with a red tie from his dreams appear in front of him but Bunni ignored him as eventually he went away, Bunni and Teddie enjoying their venture to JUNES.

[adultonlystories]

DONE IT AGAIN

work in progress!

one of my first stories before I dipped my toe into sexual stories

On a dark, stormy and bitter night, in a little town, called Tears Dale, where the town is deserted and the only light that shines is that of the lightening. There lives a strange man, a criminal a delusional psychopath who murders for sport! He was just finishing up his last victim when he hears voices just outside his house; as he approaches the door he could tell they were scared of something. As he opens the door with great anxiety and suspicion he shouts out, “What’s going on?” We begin to tell him the story of what is the problem when… the dark gloomy eyes that look like he has not slept for many nights; of the criminal glaze to a familiar face coming up the old raggedy steps shaking his head with his one hand on his shoulder; his brother Travis, a man you would never think could kill in cold blood. “Is that you?” Suspicious man asks.

“Yes brother,” replies Travis with a slight smirk. “Aw I see you found the woman I promised you when you left jail.” As he points slightly to us.

The killer looks at us again and says with a smirk “Yes they will do just fine brother.” His dark eyes stairs at me up and down like he was trying to think what he should do first to me, and then I see his eyes dart to my sister and he grinds a big grin.

My sister looks up and sobs “do what?” She sniffles and looks like a sad puppy dog, while I just stood there with a spooky glare in my eyes, I kept my eyes on him.

He looks at me and my sister that is shorter and asks, “What are your names?” As he tries to be nice to us.

“You first” I snap at him. The killer turns to me for my outburst, I step forward grabbing him by the throat and holding him up against the wall, I can feel the sweat from his face running down my hand, and when I look him in the eyes I can see him cowering inside. With a slight snicker in my voice calmly saying “you first sparky!”

The man still up against the wall and shaken up responds “M… my name is Cody and this is m…. My little brother Travis." As he looks and points at Travis, I can still feel his sweat running down his face. Cody is wearing a pair of ratty sweats and a white t-shirt with a black and yellow zip-up hoody; his eyes are bluish-green, like grass. Travis is wearing old jeans with holes in them and a black muscle shirt, with an apron on top that has blood on it some old and some still slowly running down it, his eyes are a light brown almost hazel.

As I release Cody with a thrust I say, "That wasn't so hard now was it?" I turn to look at my sister as I say, "This is my big sister BJ," BJ is wearing a hot pink skirt that goes to the floor and a pink t-shirt with a pink ladies' jacket on, her eyes almost look like a chocolate river. I turn back to look at Cody, "and I am Kendra!" I am wearing an old fashion black dress; my eyes are as blue as the sky.

Cody feeling a little better and not so shaken up asks, "why don't you two come inside and we'll get to know each other a little better!" as he holds his door open for us all. Now trying his hardest to be nice.

"Sure!" I exclaim with a slight smirk. As we enter the front door an overwhelming smell stopped us dead in our tracks. BJ hesitates while I explain "this house smells like decay!" BJ clutches onto my arm and sobs more. As I look around I could tell many deaths have an accord in this house.

As we all get into the hallway all I can see is blood drops on the floor and some splatter on the walls. Cody takes us all to the living room where all there is to sit in some old wooden chairs. BJ is still sobbing hard. Travis is growing greatly impatient with BJ so he yells to her, SHUT UP!" The room falls silent for just a minute until I look at Cody and Travis with disgust and stand up looking around the room with just my eyes, I start to chant, "Anthirab, Anthirab, Anthirab." Cody and Travis scramble to their feet and start walking around the room looking for some rope or tape to get me to stop. When out of nowhere BJ stands up slowly and says, "with the power of the north I command you!" The two brothers look at each other in shock and amazement, the lights start to flicker and the brothers noticed that my sister and I were slowly being rise into the air. We stayed afloat in mid-air as Cody and Travis ran around the room like two chickens with their heads cut off, as they try to devise a plan to get us down.

"Cody can you be a dear and fetch my things for me," I ask as I lower us down; BJ sits back down on a dusty chair and waits. Cody leaves the room mumbling and cursing to himself, as he gets outside he notices it has stopped raining and that the car doors are all open, and he remembers closing them all before leaving the car. His pace slows down as he gets closer he sees that the car hinges were ripped out and my things are already piled up neatly and ready to go in the house with one hand scratching his head he looks back toward the house, and sees me chanting once again, my eyes are glowing peacock blue, and my hair look like Medusa snake hair. Cody quickly glances down at the bags and then back up again as the begs being to dance in mid-air moving toward the house. When they got to them and vanished with a puff of green smoke. Cody with his mouth wide open screams, "What the HELL is going on around here!”

Travis walks up behind me and spins me around grabs my shoulders and shook me hard as he asks me "what have you just done!" his voice cracks with fear as my eyes change from peacock blue to sky blue, to black night.

Still looking into Travis's eyes I say with a smile across my face, "I just put my things in the basement, why you ask." As I push Travis's bloody hand off my shoulder. I look at my shoulder that had the bloody handprint on it and see that there is blood on my clean dress, so I look back up to Travis with just eyes that are still dark as night and wink there was another small puff of green smoke as the blood disappears.

Travis looks at me with a scared mouse look in his eyes as he tells "cause you gave me a scare," then almost suddenly his expression changes from a scared mouse to a confused possum look. As we walk back to the living room, Cody looks at Travis for a glance as he asks with more anxiety, "Why the basement?"

I look at the brothers as we all sit back down, as I say "It makes me feel at home and you're not the only one fresh out of the slammer you know!" My eyes went back to sky blue. Travis's jaw falls to the floor as he expresses shock, "You were in jail?"

I smirk-giggle at him; I then look at BJ with a soft smile. "Yes… I was," I replied still looking at BJ. I look back at Cody and Travis, and ask, "what were you two squids in jail for?" with a suspicious look. with a little hesitant as Travis plays with his fingers, speaks up; "Well I went to jail because I killed a woman in my last house."

I close my eyes and shook my head with a smirk as I say; "I see that did not get the message into your head!" I look at Cody to see if he was going to say why or if I had to make him. After about 5 minutes Cody adds, "And I went to jail because I was a Druggy and I killed 10 people." 

 A strange male voice coming from the front door that was left open asks; "Why did you go to jail Kendra?" I raise my eyebrows and glance over to the door. Travis stands up and demands "Who the hell are you and why are you in my house?"

The stranger still looking at me with eyes that we met before, but not sure, "I am Cody's attesting officer, and I would like to think that these girls are friends and not new victims to Travis; you can call me Officer James" Officer James is wearing a black long sleeve shirt with black dress pants, his eyes are a nice pine green

I stand up slowly and walk up to James; I walk around the cop with my hands dragging my right hand on his shoulders, as I mumble "Alshmatok, Alshmatok." Over and over, until he bows down on one knee to me and says, "I will be your servant for as long as I live!" as James says this he keeps his eyes on mine. I lean over to James' head and say; "Good the first and only thing I want you to do is to go take that bat and hit yourself over the head as hard as you can." With a puff of green smoke, a bat appears in the corner of the room, at the same as James stands up and starts walking to that corner. As he passes Cody and Travis look at him and see that he does not want to but can't stop! When James got to the bat he grabs it and turns to me and begins to hit himself over his head, you can see that the brothers are shocked and amazed that I can get him to do that.

The brothers almost look light greensick as they ask simultaneously, "Kendra will you do that to us?" I turn my head away from James and look at Cody and Travis with sly in my eyes, "not… unless you make me mad enough. See I hate cops, they stopped me from my mission for a couple of years, now I have to start from where I left off!"

Still a little green and not looking me in the eyes, Cody asks; "so why did you go to jail?"

"I did one too many human sacrifices I guess, and I tied up a man named Grant. He was a nice enough man until I got the rope around the neck, and then it went all to hell from there." I begin with an agitated look on my face; I glance all around the room in a state of paranoia. "That is how the cops caught me, snitched on like a dirty rat!"

Travis's eyes look at me in shock, "so you are the woman from the news like 3 years ago?" Travis asks carefully, as he puts his eyes down on the floor.

"Yes… I think I will go down to the basement and go to bed now, good night all!" I reply. As I walk to the hall and look back I wink and vanish in mid-air.

Cody looks at BJ with so many questions and eyes, "Does she do that all the time?" Asks Cody.

"Yes.. and no, but she will say she is going one place, and go to another place. That is the problem with her." Replies BJ.

"But she said she was just out of jail, how the hell did they keep her there without her just vanishing out?" Asks Travis with mischief in his eyes. Travis says to himself; " If we can find out how the jail did it maybe we can use it to help us to kill her without her hurting us first."

"The only way to keep her in a room to…" Stops BJ with a flash of bright light coming from the hall, I show up and say, "You were going to tell them my secret, weren't you? Tell me the truth bitch." I demand. My hair is all over the place and now I am in an old fashion green dress. "No, I was not going to tell them anything," BJ, yells while choking up a little bit, and darting her eyes around the floor.

"Well, I can't sleep now. I am going out to the nearest town, and when I come back you all better be upstairs and not down here." I say a lot calmer, "Do not try to stop me either, I am going to find Grant's little brother that lives in the town. I will let him do to me whatever he wants!" with saying that I snap my fingers and a nice old fashion red dress, appears as I walk out of the house. As I walk to town I notice that my target is walking my way.

As I walk closer to him, "where are you going this fine night?" I ask Grant's little brother; with a friendly look on my face.

"Oh, nowhere just walking around." Reapplies Grant's little brother. I look straight into his eyes, wondering what he is really up to; to me, he looks like he was up to something or planning something.

"Do you want to come to my place?" I ask with a smile. He looks up from the road and looks right into my sky-blue eyes.

"Sure why not." Exclaims Grant's little brother with a look on his face like something just hit him on the back of the head. "What is your name?" wonders Grant's little brother. "My name is Kendra, and yours?" looking at me like where does that name sound so familiar, "My name is Fabin; your name sounds like that girl's name that murdered my brother, three years ago."

I look at the road for a second then back at him, "Because I am the girl that killed Grant!" I say agitatedly, "so if you want to you can take all your anger out on me!" Fabin looks at me with anger in his eyes; "you will wish you never met my brother and…" stop Fabin in mid-sentence.

"Sleep," I whisper to Fabin as he drops to the ground in silence. I pick him up and carry him back to the house oddly enough he was not as heavy as I thought he would be, so I drag him into the basement letting his feet hit every step on the way down. As I put his sleeping body on a chair, I turn around looking at all the blood every ware. Travis did not clean up after his kills it looks like, so with a small jester with my left hand the blood vanished. I bend down so I am looking into his eyes and whisper, "Wake up Fabin; it's time for you to see what your brother went through. Sort of!"

With his vision a little blurry Fabin sobs, "Will you please let me go? I will never tell anyone about you I promise!" as he starts to look around he sees that he is not tied down at all.

"You know that is what your brother said before I murdered him," I tell him, as I stand back up. "So shut up and let me begin!" As I start to tie up Fabin to the chair, Travis runs down the stairs and shouts, "Stop this madness Kendra or I will call the cops!" I look up at him and smile, "And say what? that my brother and I were going to kill these women but the one killed someone before we got the chance to?" I ask with no patients. "Well, I hope you have fun telling the truth for a month starting now!" I say as I walk towards him.

With no worry in his eyes, he reapplies, "I tell the truth for a month, won't be that hard. it's not like there is a spell or anything to make me."

"Fine, but I hate to break it to you but there is a spell that I will put on you." I explain. "eye of dog, the tongue of cat, brings me the power of truth!"

Travis looks up and down from the floor to my face and laughs, "Is that all, I bet it didn't even work."

As I keep my eye on him and the smile on my face I question him, "let's see if it works shall we, what do you love the most?"

"I love wom...men because I am gay," Confess Travis. and not too sure why he just told me that he has been lying to everyone he sees, "No, I did not just say that."

"Yes you did, it does work. I wonder how long you have been lying to your brother about that one," I say with a shitting grind on my face, but I still wonder. I add "now back to you." I start tying once again, you can see the fear in Fabin's eyes and he knows he is going to die just like his brother had. but what he does not know is I have bigger plans for him.

As I finished tying Fabin, he picks his head up and looks at me with his tear-filled eyes. "Wait! Kendra, I want to know why?" he asks as he tries to get a word through the sobs and tears.

I look at him in confusion, "why what?" I ask.

He looks back down to the floor, "why do you do this to people and why my brother and I?" Fabin asks with a quick look up at me with terror in his eyes.

I turn away from him and crack my neck then I turn back to him still thinking about why I do what I do, "well I learned in the past that if you want to scare the world you must kill for it." I explain, but even if I only told him part of the reason the other part reason was I need to kill certain people with my friends and not stray from them again.

Fabin looks back up at me with not just tear-filled eyes but a slight anger, "that's great, but why me?" he demands. just by looking at him, you could tell if he was not tied down he would lung at me like a wild dog.

"well you see, you know what I look like, and you could easily say that you saw me near your town, and I go back to jail for the rest of my life without bail and that's something I can not let happen. I have plans to finish a little time to do it!" I Respond. as I am explaining that Fabin looks at me awkwardly, and saw that I was scared of something. but like the rest of the world no one knows but my friends, "Stop talking or I will let you die very slowly, go that." I tell him quickly so I did not have to think of not having my powers, anymore.

He looks back down as the tears start to run more down his cheeks, "yes I do get it." Fabin now sobbing harder anchor sure about what he had said.

"Kendra where are you!" screams Cody from the top of the stairway, as he starts to walk down them. he starts to slow his past as he gets close to the middle of the staircase.

I yell back up to him, "Downstairs, why?" I start to wonder why; why would he care where I am it's not like he is stupid enough to try to kill me.

As he stands there looking into the dark Cody says, "because the cop just killed himself," his voice sounded very worried about it for any odd reason.

I click on a small light over Fabin's head, and say "Shit that cop I forgot about him, when did he drop dead?" as I look up at Cody I can see his eyes fixed on Fabin like he was sizing him up for dinner.

Cody's eyes jump off of Fabin to me. "like a second ago" Cody goes on. "well that is one way to kill a cop if you do not like them." as he tells me all of that i walk into the dark. as Fabin sits head down in silent he notices the basement was full of torture tools, blood, and the chair he is sitting on haves shackles, and old cut up rope on it. as Cody makes his way down the stairs he looks all around the basement, he sees Fabin just sitting there head down still like there was nothing wrong. "Where is kendra?" Cody wounded out loud.

Fabin shacks his head slowly and bring it up to see Cody's face, "i dont know, she went over there and vanished." Fabin told him. still slowly moving his head side to side.

Cody not very happy to hear that i did that again, know now there is no stopping me from doing it, "Shit she vanished again." he exclaims. straining his eyes to try to see any thing in the darkness.

[thehourlythoughts]

“Acrylic Paint” 9:59pm

Acrylic Paint

I like to think of how we started like we were a white canvas. No layers underneath. No marks. No smudges. No rough patches. Just blank.

When we met, we began as just two outlines—outlines waiting to intertwine and connect. Waiting to paint a story. And with this paint, emotion and love is added to create this art. The art of you, the art of me; the art of us.

You know what I love most about acrylic paint? The colors are so vibrant; they blend so effortlessly and seamlessly.

Reds remind me of the satin summer dress I wore that hot day in September. The one with orange flowers. You complimented me, and I blushed inside. The smell of Costa Rican food and Lagunitas. I don’t think I shut up that day. We were burning through topics like wildfire. You wanted to know so much in such little time. I wondered if you thought that was the last time we would have a lunch date.

Oranges remind me of the month of October. The fall festivities, and your eagerness to do them with me. The change of color in the leaves, the change in my heart. And then I drunkenly kissed you in your car on my birthday. I wanted to hope we would forget it happened. We didn’t speak about it after it happened. It was everything I wanted though.

Blues remind me of your blue jean jacket and scent. I remember the day you invited me out to a bar with your friends and drove me back home that night. You were so good about doing that— taking me home. You wore your blue jean jacket and when you pulled up to the front of my house, you walked me to my door. And I thought that was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I talked about that for days.

Dark purples remind me of the lights in the club. It was your birthday. God, you were so drunk and it was interesting to see you in such a vulnerable state of mind. I took care of you that night, and I remember you were so appreciative. But just know I’d take care of you in any state of mind, at any time.

Brown reminds me of sweet November 9th. The chocolate and cheese fondue. The pinot noir. The dim lit atmosphere. The black dress I wore. How handsome you were. Such a gentlemen. It was our first actual date. “I’m going to pursue you now.” You had me head over heels for you. I was so nervous but so excited being there with you. We drank your favorite kind of wine and we were filled with giggles and so much conversation. We headed back to your place and picked up beer on the way... beer that we never even touched. So silly of us. We cuddled up on the couch and watched a movie, and then you said to me, “I don’t know how to do this, but will you be my girlfriend?” I was speechless, but I knew what I wanted. I knew it was you, so in my drunken state of mind I said my truth.

Greens remind me of Christmas. The color theme my family did that year. You wore a white dress shirt and dark green pants. And I wore a velvet green dress you were in love with. I remember thinking how handsome you looked. I was excited for you to hang out with my family. I watched you open your last gift from me— the Yankees blue print. The look on your face seemed so touched and it made me happy. We had too much to drink, but it was such a good Christmas. I remember you didn’t want to stop playing with my brother and I thought it was cutest thing ever. But I wanted you. And when I finally got you to come to bed with me, it felt so taboo and yet so right. I loved every minute that day.

Golds remind me of New Year’s Eve. Toast to us, a new year, a new set of memories to create. There wasn’t anyone in the world I would have rather been with that night. You thought you were so slick cornering me into your room. A drunken mess we were, but it was all so worth it.

Pinks remind me of our first Valentine’s Day. You had given me the key to your apartment, the one on Cullom. This was also when you first told me you loved me. I was again, so speechless. That night just seemed so perfect. You wined and dined me, we played our favorite game-- Uno, and in that moment you just wanted to spend the rest of your waking moment with me. It was incredible to feel how in love you were with me.

Acrylic paints

I tie memories with colors, and the colors are endless with you. This piece isn’t over yet.

We need more paint.

[kedreeva]

Of course!

You're not really gonna so much in this photo since my camera is a piece of shit (what HAPPENED to the Google Pixel?? the camera used to be great and now it's shit... anyway), and there's only 4 of the 6 pictured, but if you look in the red circles, you can see the faintest hint of tan on the primaries. That indicates a blackshoulder (bs) chick. They are born all yellow/white looking, but in a few days, those primaries and secondaries will have their sheaths removed completely and you'll be able to see tan better. As the feathers grow you'll start to see color at the base (where new growth is), and then they'll shed those and grow in more colored feathers all over. For BS, you just have to wait until they're older to tell what color, generally speaking. HOWEVER. Unless Aris or Wendy are carrying BS I don't know about, the chicks have to be purple because the only BS carriers in the pen are Onyx (full bs), Coroan (split BS), and Opal (split BS), and all of them are purple, and dad is purple. I'm 99.99999% sure Aris is not carrying BS, as her mother and father never produced BS. Wendy... who knows. But all things considered it would be unexpected. So while I know the pattern is BS, I'm guessing the color based on available parentage.

In the green circles, you can see full color spots and those chicks also have white/yellow over most of their bodies, those ones will be pied pattern. If I had nice lighting and a better camera, you'd be looking at the color of the fluff in the two bigger green circles. A dark, soil brown would indicate blue, while a lighter, milk-chocolate brown would indicate purple. I'll have to check when I have a little more time and Aris is a little less homicidal.

On the purple chick, it's fully colored, no white spots, but since the father is a pied, it has to carry white or pied (don't know which tho). Overall, the color on a purple chick is paler, more milk-chocolate than rich soil colored, and - most importantly - the barring on their wings is silver instead of black.

As for the last chick, it's sort of a guessing game. The chick looks completely yellow/white from afar, so if there's tan it isn't obvious from 6 feet away, not like on its siblings. An actually completely yellow/white chick would be a white bird, BUT. This pen has the ability to create pied, possibly even silver pied (sp), and since a pied bird generally has white or mostly white primary feathers, this would mask the early BS signs if the chick had both sets of genes. Sometimes pied masks BS entirely, sometimes it only masks it most of the way, but either way it can be hard to tell for the first few days. So, it could be white, but it could be bs pied or bssp. Time will tell!

Nothing lasts forever, and fortunately that's true of the bad things as well as the good. When I got home from the vet alone today, I walked my pens to check on the rest of the birds, and what should I find but Aris, off her nest of 6 eggs, with 6 perfect little babies following her around.

I only stayed for a minute, but it looks like one purple, two pied (not sure if blue or purple, I didn't get close), two blackshoulder, and one that's either white or bs pied. Wonderful as a first hatch of the year!

[messers-moony]

Hope | R.L

Paring: Remus Lupin X Wife!Potter!Reader

Summary: Life is unfair in numerous ways but it seems like it’s out to get the Potters in every way shape and form.

A part of growing up means maturing. Maturing means realizing that the world is cruel and unfair. People die every day without a reason or a why. Children are born into this world every day with love or hatred. Growing up, parents tell their kids, “Life isn’t fair”. No one had experience unfairness like Y/n Potter and Remus Lupin.

He was right there. So close, only a few feet from her arms yet so far apart in that wretched woman’s arms who held him like he was the grossest thing she’s ever touched. Those enchanting green eyes that glistened with trauma and pain. The brown hair that started to sprout from his scalp, already messy and untidy.

“No! This isn’t fair!” Y/n wailed as Remus held her tight to his chest, “I’m his biological aunt! Please!”

The Minister of Magic was merciless, “And so is Mrs.Dursley.”

“She’s a muggle! Harry is bound to be a wizard!” Y/n cried in contradiction; the feeling to vomit became relentless, “They’ll torture him. Please, you have to let me have him.”

“With your current living situation, it isn’t safe, Mrs.Lupin.”

Remus grimaced at those words, “My current living situation? Are you daft!?”

“With Mr.Lupins…” The Minister pondered, “condition, it isn’t safe for him.”

“Remus wouldn’t hurt him.” Y/n sobbed quietly, “He’s never hurt me!”

“I’m sorry, Mrs.Lupin, but Harry Potter is the safest with Mrs. and Mr. Dursley.”

The gavel was hit upon another circle of wood, adjourning the meeting as a finality. This was it. The fight was over. Harry Potter would grow up in an unloving household that wouldn’t be capable of understanding his magic. This was the epitome of unfairness. Remus’ hands were on her waist, her back to his chest while she sobbed, trying to get him to release her.

Eventually, she collapsed to a heap on the floor. Petunia and Vernon, each holding a baby watching the couple. Harry was wailing loudly, and Petunia couldn’t get him to settle down, making Y/n only cry harder. The young boy had just begun babbling nonsense due to Sirius’ hard effort to get him to say “Padfoot”. But it was that day he said his first word.

“Moo-me!” Harry yelped, and Remus could’ve sworn his heart shattered into a thousand pieces, “Moo-me!”

The brunet boy was trying to reach for Remus, and he squirmed for the adult male, but Petunia had a tight grip. Y/n could barely hear the little boy's words over her own sobs. Her body ached and shook with every tear that fell. The silver streams stained her cheeks, and her face was a brilliant rose red.

“Please make it stop….” Y/n muttered as Remus covered her from the other four people in the room, “If he says that one more time, I might not be able to handle it. Remus, help me, please.”

Hearing her so desperate broke his heart more. Remus’ body covered hers entirely in their crouched position. Harry was practically attacking Petunia to let him go, to be in the arms that are familiar to him. He didn’t like this. He didn’t know these people. These people weren’t his parents. Where was daddy? Where was mummy? Where was uncle Sirius and Peter?

What he did know was his aunt and uncle were right in front of him. Uncle Moony and Aunt Y/n. He could feel his aunt's sadness, her frustration, her anger. He could sense his uncle's remorse, desperation, and hopelessness. Why were they feeling this way? Why weren’t they protecting him? Harry so desperately wished he could speak and say, “Help! Save me from these strangers!” But all he could get out was “Moo-mee and Tee” for Moony and Auntie.

Petunia couldn’t handle his squirming any longer and allowed him on the floor. Harry was ecstatic with this new change. The boy crawled to the two adults on the floor. Harry could feel the warmth of their bodies before he tugged at his aunt's sleeve. Harry stared into her e/c irises and his uncle's green eyes. Those eyes he’d remember forever, engraved in his memory to never forget. His aunt collected him into her arms. His head pressed to her chest. Harry’s sobs calmed, now in the arms of familiarity.

The scent of chocolate, ink, and books surrounded him. His nose was barely catching the smell due to it being runny from crying. Petunia and Vernon approached them. Remus was hugging his wife and his best friend's son, protecting them from the outside world. Gently Y/n pulled Harry from her chest, leaving him to stare at his aunt and uncle.

Y/n sniffled and wiped his tears from his cheeks like mum used to do, “Harry, I promise you, I really don’t want to do this.”

His head tilted in confusion as Y/n’s eyes filled with tears again, “I’ll come back for you. Don’t doubt that for a second.”

“If he’s anything like Prongs, he’ll always have hope.” Remus commented, making Y/n smile.

“That’s what daddy used to do to mummy when she was sad,” Harry thought, “he used to say something to make her smile.”

Despite the soft smile on her face, she had wet trails on her cheeks, “I love you, Harry.”

Y/n kissed his forehead where the lightning scar was placed—hugging him one more time and Remus doing the same as his wife. Harry didn’t understand. Where was he going? Why was auntie Y/n letting him go? Why weren’t they taking him home? Where was mummy and daddy?! So he began to wail again. Petunia picked him up, and the family of four now started to walk out of the room.

She couldn’t even cry anymore. The water that once flowed down her cheeks had stopped. The dam had broken but no longer had water to give. Y/n turned to put her face harshly in Remus’ chest. His arms raked through her hair and rubbed her back. Silent tears rolled down his flushed cheeks, reaching his jawline and falling into Y/n’s hair.

“That was-“ Y/n hiccuped, “the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

“I know, darling.” Remus whispered, “He’s got James’ spirit, and that means he won’t lose hope. He’s got Lily’s kindness. Harry will be fine.”

Y/n shook her head, “That’s not the point. He should be with me. Not that horrid woman.”

“I know. But you and I will get through this.” Remus assured, tilting her head to face him, “We’ve gotten through everything else. We can get through this too.”

Solemnly, Y/n nodded. Remus placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. The room was precise and silent, aside from Y/n’s hiccups. The clicking of a clock could be heard echoing throughout the room. Usually, the sound would bring a sense of solace to Remus but right now, it was a constant reminder that time had gone by. James and Lily were no longer with him. Sirius had betrayed them all, and Peter was dead. Godric, how could this all happen?

Remus flicked his wand from his pocket, apparating them back to their residence. Inside it was cozy and warm. Remus took off Y/n’s coat along with his own as she took a seat on the leather couch. She grabbed her wand, muttering an “Incendio” to start a fire in the fireplace. Her body was curled up, and Remus placed a blanket over her while he went to the kitchen.

The kitchen was a pale blue with dark oak flooring. The marble countertops and dark cabinets. A brilliant contrast. He could almost hear James’ laugh from when they were painting it together while also hearing Lily and Y/n’s scolding them for making a big mess. It brought an emptiness to his heart, but he filled the kettle with water, allowing it to boil on the water.

Inside the cabinets laid an assortment of tea. Something James and Lily had bought him as a joke. Remus always made tea no matter the occasion. It was so him. James had seen it at a muggle store Lily had brought him for. He had been dying of laughter in the store just thinking about it. It got laughs around the Christmas tree when Remus unwrapped the decorative paper.

Remus grabbed a tea bag for himself while grabbing cocoa powder from the same cabinet and two mugs from their wedding night. The kettle began making a high pitch noise, and Remus poured the water into both mugs. Placing the tea bag in one cup and a couple of scoops of cocoa powder in the other, mixing them both, adding marshmallows to the hot chocolate and whipped cream. He added honey to his tea.

Mugs in hand, Remus walked to the living room. He placed the cups on the coffee table. Coaxing Y/n to sit up and he set the mug in her hand as she sipped it carefully, not to burn her mouth. Y/n leaned her head on Remus’ shoulder, still holding her mug with both hands. The blanket draped across their laps. Remus had the cup in his right hand, his left arm draped around her shoulders, the pad of his thumb rubbing her shoulder.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Rem.”

The holidays were hard. Almost too hard for Y/n and Remus to celebrate. But despite their pain, they decorated their house with garland, lights, and knickknacks. The Christmas tree sat in the right of their living room, covered in the beautiful colorful lights. Placed upon the tree were ornaments and tiny pieces of tinsel. Beneath the tree held presents for each other and a little boy.

Y/n stood in front of the tree, staring at it with a longing look. Remus walked behind her, putting his arms around her neck gently. Y/n’s hands instinctively reached for his bicep, rubbing it gently. Remus kissed her cheek and placed his head on top of hers.

“I wanna visit him.”

“Okay.”

Y/n turned to face him, “Okay?”

“What am I gonna tell you?” Remus joked, “No?”

“No. I just- I didn’t expect you to agree so fast.” Y/n replied, and Remus cupped her cheek, “He’s your nephew too. You have a right to see him.”

She smiled, “Yeah, you’re right.”

He kissed her forehead, “First Christmas without them….”

“I know.” Y/n said sadly, “It feels strange not to have James jumping around like a child.”

“It feels not having Lily in the kitchen trying to make your mums mince pies.”

Y/n chuckled, “She never got to master them.”

“Don’t worry, dear, I’m sure she’s up there trying.” Remus replied, smiling, “You think Peter is trying to steal the batter?” Y/n asked.

“Oh, definitely!” Remus exclaimed, smiling more than he had in months, “That bugger always used to Nick my chocolate at Hogwarts.”

“I dunno how he found my stash every time.”

The couple placed their foreheads on each other’s, closing their eyes, “We miss you, James and Lily.”

“We miss you more than ever.”

Y/n sighed, “I love you guys.”

Christmas morning was dull compared to their regular routine. Y/n was used to having James jump on top of her every Christmas so they can wake up their parents and open presents. Instead, she was woken up with kisses being placed on her neck and shoulder. Y/n turned and was faced with the sleepy face of her husband.

His sandy hair ruffled and on top of the white pillow. Green eyes glazed with a film of sleep. His lips pulled up in an effortless gentle smile. The scars on his face were whiter instead of their usual pale pink. His stubble was growing into full facial hair due to his lack of shaving. Y/n let her hand cup his right cheek, her thumb rubbing his cheekbone.

“You need to shave.”

Remus chuckled, “It’s Christmas, and that’s the first thing you say to me?”

“Merry Christmas, you need to shave?” Y/n corrected with a smile, making him laugh, “Merry Christmas, darling.”

They shared a soft and gentle kiss. His lips taking her bottom one, hers taking his top one. Soft and slow. Gentle and sweet. Pulling apart, their eyes fluttered, focusing on one another. Her eyes were so beautiful. Looking into her eyes, Remus could read an endless amount of stories. The gorgeous e/c. His eyes were evergreen. Holding so much love and adoration. She could read him like a book through his eyes.

Christmas meant eating a good meal and sharing kisses beneath the mistletoe. The couple opened each other’s presents. Y/n earning new books and some of Remus’ old sweaters that she thought he threw away. The last item she received was a maroon and gold jersey. It was her brother's Quidditch Captain jersey from when he played. Remus must’ve found it in the wreckage at Godric’s Hallow.

Remus opened his presents, getting ink, quills, notebooks, and books of his own. Since Remus couldn’t work, he always dreamed of writing a book. At Hogwarts, Remus excelled in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and he wanted to write a nonbias textbook for it. Y/n always encouraged his dreams and goals. If anyone could do it, it was him.

Left under the tree were three wrapped boxes meant for the little boy. Remus grabbed a tote bag and placed them inside of it. Y/n gripped his hand tightly as they apparated to Privet Drive. They began walking down the street, sweaters on in the snow, while she grabbed his hand tighter.

“What if- What if he doesn’t recognize me?”

“Y/n, he couldn’t forget you.” Remus assured as they stood outside house four.

Gently Y/n knocked on the door. It was oak wood, and the house appeared to be at least two stories. Remus kept his hand intertwined with hers as his other held the bag with the boy's presents. Footsteps could be heard walking towards the door. Petunia had opened it to be faced with two young adults.

“Mrs. Dursley.” Remus greeted curtly, “May we see Harry?”

Petunia began to ponder and saw the bag of presents in the man's hand, “Sure.”

The woman walked into the hallway and unlocked the cupboard under the stairs. Harry was coaxed out of the storage space, and he turned to the left, where he saw his uncle and aunt. The boy's lips curved into a great big smile. Harry ran into the arms of his aunt, hugging her tightly.

“Auntie!”

Her heart melted, “Hey, mini Prongs.”

Harry turned the male beside her, “Moony!”

Remus wrapped his arms around the little boy and picked him up as they walked inside. The three of them sat in the foyer on the floor. Harry sat between Y/n’s legs, his back to her stomach as Remus sat in front of him. Gently Remus disposed of the bag and placed the presents in front of him.

“Go on, Harry. These are for you from Moony and Auntie.” Remus cooed, and Harry grabbed one, gently ripping the wrapping off.

Inside was a baby stag stuffed animal, which Harry hugged close to his chest, “Your dad's favorite animal was a stag. Thought you might want something to remember him by.” Remus stated, smiling sheepishly.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, daddy.” Y/n replied as Harry smiled up at her.

“Go on. There’s two more for you, baby.” Y/n pointed at the other two boxes, and Harry began unwrapping another.

This was a tinier box, and inside were golden glasses, “You don’t need these just yet, but these were your fathers. I wanted them to be yours.” Y/n informed him as he placed them on top of his nose.

The final box was mini-figures that Harry could play with in his spare time, which he seemed more than grateful for. Harry was giggling and laughing, happy with all his presents. The boy turned in Y/n’s lap, hugging her as tight as he could. Y/n’s hand rested on his back, and she gently kissed his forehead.

“I love you, Harry. Don’t forget that.”

“‘Ove you too.” Harry replied, having a hard time pronouncing words.

Next, he hugged Remus, who did the same. He didn’t want to leave Remus’ arms. He always ran hotter than the everyday person. Remus was a personal furnace. It makes sense why a cold young boy didn’t want to let go of the man. Within minutes the young boy was asleep in Remus’ arms.

Petunia came into the hallway an hour later to see Harry soundly asleep in the man's arms, “Excuse me, but I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

“Yes, of course.” Y/n took Harry from Remus’ arms and gave him to Petunia, “Thank you for letting us see him.”

Petunia took the boy from Y/n’s arms, “Yes.”

She put the boy in his bed under the cupboard, making Y/n frown at his living situation, “Do you- Do you think that Harry could stay with us some weekends?”

“No.”

“Oh, okay.” Y/n muttered, “Thank you again, but we must’ve overstayed our welcome.”

“Of course.”

Y/n took Remus’ hand as they walked out of the house. They walked to a safe spot to apparate back home. They both took off their coats and placed them on the coat rack. Y/n went to turn on a movie on their television set while Remus made hot chocolate and snacks. Both of them curled up onto the sofa and fell asleep.

Over the course of the next nine years, Harry has been visited by his aunt and uncle on many different occasions. Birthdays, Christmas’s, Valentine’s Day, Halloween, and sometimes just randomly, but he always looked forward to seeing them. Every time without fail, Harry would always jump in Y/n’s arms no matter how old he got.

The warmth and feeling of being safe in her arms brought a sense of comfort no one seemed compared to. She felt like daddy. His radiate smile, his incredibly warm body, the smoothness of her voice, the glitter in her eyes, her untied hair. Auntie Y/n felt like James. But no matter how hard he tried, she never was dad exactly, but she was auntie. Y/n was his dad's sister, and for now, that’d have to do.

Of course, uncle Moony felt the same. But there were some days he didn’t show up, much to Harry’s displeasure. Harry loved sleeping in Remus’ arms when he was a young toddler. The chocolate, ink, and parchment smell always filled his sensitive nose with such a safe feeling. Harry’s favorite time of year was Christmas when Petunia would make hot cocoa, filling the room with its sweet sense. Although he never got a cup of it himself, the smell brought a sense of comfort. As if uncle Moony was embracing him tightly on all sides.

When Harry reached eleven, owls began delivering envelopes to Privet Drive number Four. But it seems that uncle Vernon refused to let him open any of them. He did whatever he had to, blocking the mail slot in the door, burning the letters, even going as extreme to leave the house. Where inevitably Hagrid - gamekeeper - at Hogwarts came to retrieve him and give him the letter.

He couldn’t believe it. He was a wizard! All this time being belittled by Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley, he finally felt special aside from those times with his other family. Harry had a chance to prove himself to be great. To prove himself that he wasn’t just a bug on the ground to be stepped on. Only one thought crossed his mind though.

“I can’t wait to tell aunt Y/n and uncle Moony.”

[jkknight98]

Not your normal museum visit (summer gift exchange)

For @aperson03

Tubbo defiantly wasn't happy when his parents decided that their vacation was going to be at a museum, how lame was that, but somehow... he manages to make a new friend and avoid certain death, not such a boring vacation now is it?

I hope everyone enjoys the story~

Of all the places to go to for a vacation, why did his parents decide to pick a museum, even the beach would have been better than this. “Come on Tubbo, you can have fun while learning, it's better than you being hold up in your room like your Nan used to be.” He could only huff at his mother's attempt to cheer him up, and so what if Nan liked to stay in her room with salt on the windows and always would make him put a nail in his pocket before he left, she always told cool stories about mythical creatures. “ If it makes you feel any better, they have an exhibit about some of the things that mum used to talk about, you can go there while me and your mother head to the other exhibits.” This caught the boy's attention a bit, sure the museum would be the most boring vacation by far, but at least he can get away from his parents and the dumb lovie dovie stuff.

“Alright Tubbo, here’s fifteen pounds for lunch, don’t use it to buy something stupid from the gift shop.” His mother ruffled his hair gently as she turned to join his father who was waiting for her at an exhibit hall called lovers through time, which made the boy shiver in disgust but turned after sending a wave toward his dad. He should hurry up to get to the exhibit for what little bit of entertainment he can get from the place before he dies from boredom.

Tubbo did have to admit as he passed through the hall of dinosaurs, this museum was pretty impressive, he didn’t expect it to have the full skeleton of a t-rex. Some impressive artworks showed what the animals could have looked like, from the scaly monsters from the movies to a life-sized velociraptor, it looked like an eagle on steroids. But this wasn’t what he wanted to see as he made his way to a decorative stairway at the end of the hall, covered with fake ivy and small yellow lights to mimic fireflies. It was a cheesy design in his opinion, but he gave it the benefit of the doubt as he continued to climb, and was actually amazed at how deserted the area got. Did no one like myths anymore, and actually jumped when he was met with the sculpted face of a kelpie. He had to grip his chest for a moment as he caught his breath,” fuck your a scary sight…how did anyone fall for you.” The horse’s face was a gold color with bright green eyes, but with the patches of green scales and dripping water weeds, the most terrifying thing was the wide mouth with teeth sharp enough to rival a shark’s… perfect to devour those who rode its back. He took a few cautious steps around the statue, the emerald eyes seeming to follow him until he was fully immersed in the exhibit. He was amazed to see more statues of brownies, paintings of terrifying redcaps, a terrarium of bright green clovers, and just as many creatures his Nan spoke of. 

It wasn’t too long before he came to a grand painting that was placed near an authentic-looking fairy ring, the circle of mushrooms being filled with plenty of chocolates and pocket change, it made the boy pause as he wondered how the museum kept them from being stolen. His eyes looked to the painting and he smiled at the weirdness of it, moving to stand next to the blond guy his own age as he pondered it. It almost looked like an A.I generated paintings with clouds of browns and purples with two figures emerging, the upper figure having a skull-like face and slim frame while the other was masculine with dark feathers and a bird-like face, it was weird as it was pretty. He looked down at the title card,” Lady death and the crow father…kinda weird name huh,” the other boy's head whipped to face him quickly and Tubbo could see the surprise on his features.

The blue eyes of the boy scrunched slightly as he took a step closer, making Tubbo step back slightly and bump into the raised platform of the fairy ring,” You can see me?? Like really see me,” the blond turned his head around to scan the area for anyone else Tubbo could have spoken too,” holy shit we’re the only one’s here.” The blond turned back and his face was split into a super wide grin and he excitedly grabbed Tubbo’s hand,” Dad told me that humans don’t see us anymore since they’re too wrapped up in technology, but you can see me!”  The boy turned to the painting and lifted his middle finger towards the lower figure with a loud cry of laughter,” Suck on that old man” 

Tubbo was just confused, why did this guy act so surprised that he saw them, he wasn’t exactly hiding in his white shirt and jeans, and what was he talking about humans,” dude I don’t know what you're talking about, but your grip kinda hurts,” besides the tight grip the guy had around his wrist, there was a faint tingling sensation where each of the digits touched his bare skin, like a worse version of a limb falling asleep. He tried to pull away again but it was as if he was fighting against a steel trap, the boy just looked at him more confused as he tried to fight him, almost amazed he couldn’t pull away.

“Wow your weak, but that's what happens when humans come up against the fae, oh dad said that some humans are born with a partial cawl over their faces,” one of the boy's hands went to cover Tubbo's eyes, and the brunette powerless to stop him despite his best efforts. “ If I do this it should give you full vision of the glamor and be a bit better than normal lame humans.” As soon as the appendage covered his eyes all Tubbo could feel was pain strong enough that he would have fallen to his knees if the boy wasn’t holding him up, but as soon as he felt like crying out, the pain completely disappeared. “There we go, now you can see me in all my awesome glory!!”

The hand lifted away to reveal the room once more, and absolutely nothing looked different, did the weirdo put something in his eyes as a prank?? “ Nothing looks different you as-” but the boy did look different, and completely inhuman. The blue eyes looked way too big for the boy's face now, and they were framed with red feathers that trailed to feathered ears where the human ones should have been and looking further Tubbo could see a double set of red hummingbird-like wings that ruffled slightly in the blond’s apparent excitement. The more he looked on the more mixed his feelings became, this boy before him completely turned into a different…thing after covering his eyes... His mind immediately went back to what his Nan warned him about the fae. They never really looked like they were shown in movies or on television and could easily have the features of animals… and they always took interest in young people. This made Tubbo gulp slightly as he smiled weakly,” Yeah boss man, you look pretty fucking awesome.” There were two rules that his Nan drilled into his head the most should he ever meet a fae, that was to never insult one...and to never give your name to one.

The now fae smiled brightly, showing off some sharp teeth, “ I knew it, your lame human world has just been blown,” The hands went to grip his again as the boy spun him, making Tubbo smile at how infectious the energy was,” What do I call you since you're going to be my new best friend, you can call me Tommy.” The words were spoken with such a sense of finality that it scared Tubbo slightly, making him frown and the fae frown in return,” Hey… why aren’t you giving me your name, I can’t just call you human, thats what my brothers do and you're going to be my friend… Right?” Tommy looked sadder the longer Tubbo was silent and kept looking sadder as he waited on an answer.

Tubbo could only take a shaky breath as he looked into the unnaturally large eyes again, a nickname should be safe right, it's not his true name but he will still respond to it. “ You can call me Tubbs, and I’ll be your best friend if you give me your word that you won’t harm me intentionally or unintentionally.” The fae seemed to shiver slightly as the words left his lips, and the boy swore he felt a cold breeze drift through the room, but he relaxed as the fae smiled again with a nod. Tommy shifted his grip to hold both of the boy's wrists as he started to walk towards the fairy ring, flapping the feathery wings slightly to land in the center, and dragging Tubbo with him. “ Uh Tommy… what are you doing, we're going to step on the mushrooms?” But the fae was gentle with setting him in the center of the ring, leaving the two standing within its center.

“I have to show you too my family, like I said it's been ages since we’ve had a human who can see us,” Tommy smiled brightly as the mushrooms around them started to take on a faint glow,” I’m so going to rub it in The blades face since he hasn’t caught a human in centuries!”

Tubbo didn’t even get the chance to comment on that last statement before the feeling of the ground under his feet turned to mush, and he couldn’t yell out before he was sucked downwards. His free hand reached out to try and grasp anything that could save him, but as he disappeared into the fae wild, the only thing he held was a single metal screw.

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Tubbo did have to admit to himself that after he was pulled through the display to the alternate world, the ‘fae wild’ as Tommy put it, his apparent kidnapper wasn’t all that bad. He told pretty hilarious jokes and after a mild scuffle that turned into a full playfight, he could easily be friends with him if he was a human. He still didn’t like his wording about being captured though,” Am I captured, last I checked friends don’t kidnap each other?”

The fae just smiled as he continued to pull him through the weirdly colored landscape, with ferns and mushrooms the size of trees,” Oh I’ll return you to your side of the vail in no time, time passes differently here so a day here is only half an hour on your side, but hurry up Tubbs. We need to hurry through this section of forest before the goat bastard shows up.” The fae sniffed the air quickly and pulled the two of them off the clear pathway towards a grove of branching mushrooms, wings twitching irritably as they sighed. Tubbo couldn’t help but start sneezing due to the spores, causing the other male to look at him in annoyance,” would you stop it, your human noises are going to get us noticed by the asshole who lives here, it was bad enough to get past him for me to enter your world.”

Tubbo didn’t hesitate in the slightest to snap back at the blonde, snarling in a way that made the fae raise a brow in surprise,” then why don’t you use your magic to stop these stupid things, I didn’t think I would be allergic to mushroom pollen!!” The fae went to respond in turn, but the low reverberate thud cut off any come back,” the fuck was-” a hand swiftly shot out to cover his mouth, sharp nails just poking the skin in warning. He wanted to fight against the force, but the fae’s fearful appearance stopped his angry muttering, Tommy’s eyes and ears were flickering in every direction to find the source of the sound.

But the source came from directly above them as a low voice rumbled menacingly,” fee fi foe fum, I smell one of human blood,” the sniffing sound followed,” Tommy you little shit, what did I say about coming into my territory. Didn't your bird-brained daddy teach you anything, or is your head too full of feathers?” A large cloven hoof thudded to the ground before the boys, sending up a poof of more spores to Tubbo’s horror, the appendage was the size of a small car. Tubbo’s eyes drifted up the furred legs until he could see the face of the giant through the branches, despite the scruffy facial hair and red-rimmed eyes, the man's face held that same perfectness that Tommy’s has; the ram horns ruined it though. The giant man sniffed again as he moved an equally giant flask to his lips to drink, the dark liquid sliding down to splash near the smaller boys, making them both jump in surprise. Tubbo’s body couldn’t help but betray himself as another sneeze broke the silence, causing the goat-like ears to twitch, and the giant crouched down with a speed unmatching his size. The eyes quickly settled on the two boys and the giant face split into a sinister smile,” You little shit, you managed to drag a human here with you, don’t mind if I take it from you.” 

Tubbo screamed as the massive hand shot forwards to grab him, ducking while dragging the fae with him, but had the breath knocked out of him when the second large hand slammed down on his body. He wheezed for breath as the two of them were lifted into the air, and felt the sickness of vertigo as they were brought to the giant's face,” dude… you need a fucking breath mint.” This made Tommy slightly snicker while the giant raised an eyebrow in slight amusement, but that look faded as it took another deep breath through its nose, and the eyes were fully dilated when they blazed open. 

The look in them was no longer one of amused triumph, but one of near animalistic hunger as the giant licked its lips,” A mint won’t make it any better where your going kid, it's been ages since I’ve had a human, but young ones like you always last longer anyways.” The large tongue slid out and trailed up Tubbo’s face, leaving putrid-smelling saliva all over him,” Oh yes…. You got the sight too so that makes it even better-”

A loud shriek sounded from Tubbo’s right, making his ears ring painfully,” SHLATT YOU FUCKING BASTARD, YOU WILL NOT TAKE HIM FROM ME!!!” The words quickly changed to a louder shrieking and Tubbo wished he could raise his hands to cover his ears before his eardrums burst, Tommy’s face had shifted from the uncanny beauty to something terrifying, looking more like a vengeful harpy than a fellow teenager. The giant looked equally pained as they flattened their ears,” Fucken shit kid, why are you attached to it, humans don’t live that long. I’m saving you the heartbreak by eating it now.” This only made Tommy angry as he hisses out more expletives as the giant separated the two, leaving the fae in one hand and Tubbo in the other, Tommy did try to hold onto him, but his hand seemed to have been forced away before the grip got too tight.

The giant moved to hold Tubbo over its face as Tommy continued to shriek in his other hand,” Sorry kid, you picked the wrong day to enter the wilds, but enjoy yourself to some genuine fae whiskey while you can.” The mouth opened widely under him, the slightly stained tongue laid out like some demented red carpet and the dark abyss of the throat behind it. The large fingers slowly loosened their grip and Tubbo could only flail his limbs in panic as gravity dragged him towards his death, and everything seemed to move in slow motion. He looked away from the giant mouth to look at Tommy, the other boy was still screaming and almost looked like he was crying, which made Tubbo feel bad. They didn’t get to know each other for long, but he did feel like they could have become true best friends.

Tubbo closed his eyes as the mouth grew closer, apologizing to his parents for not being able to meet them at the museum entrance, and apologizing to his Nan for not listening to her warnings when he slammed into something extremely warm. He waited for the dampness to soak into his clothing and his skin, but he still felt the air rushing around him… it didn't make sense. He opened his eyes to not see his death, but dark green fabric instead, looking upwards he met a familiar-looking pair of blue eyes framed with midnight black feathers,” you alright mate, we almost lost you to the belly of the beast just now if we didn’t hear Tommy shriek.” Tubbo couldn’t help but smile widely as grateful tears started to slide down his face, looking down he could see the giant yelling as two other winged faes antagonized it, one with insect wings and the other had more dragon-like wings. The older male gently adjust his grip as he flew above the chaos,” hurry up boys, we got the fledglings so leave the drunk bastard be,” The other two-winged males quickly flew towards them, leaving the giant to yell curses at them, and Tubbo was happy to see a certain blond in the arms of the pink-haired fae. A low throat clearing brought Tubbos attention back to the blond fae holding him,” Now then, why don’t you tell me why my son was with a child of man?”

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It wasn’t long before Tubbo was sat at a wooden table before the blond man and the two other faes, the brunette looking at him curiously while the heavily scarred pink-ete was glaring down at Tommy, who was gently gripping his wrist while looking like he wanted to turn invisible,” So let me get this straight… you used the gateway in the museum and found a human with partial sight, and in your excitement gave him full sight, made a promise with him, and nearly got him killed trying to show him off!! What were you thinking!!!” Tommy just shrank further into himself and whined softly,” What would you have done if this boy died, there are rules for this, why do you think your brother stopped bringing humans anymore. It's dangerous!”

The blond male just sighed before turning to look at Tubbo,” and you… I don’t know what to do with you..”

But Tubbo had enough, the stress of everything finally hit him and he couldn’t stand seeing Tommy so upset,” Look, sir, I will give you my word that I won’t tell anyone about this, I know the fair folk like promises,” this caught the three adults off guard but he cut them off before they could speak,” the promise Tommy made that you were so worried about, it was just for me to be his best friend and despite nearly dying,” he turned and gave Tommy a brilliant smile,” I’m more than happy to say he’s going to be my best friend no matter what.” The blond’s red feathers fluffed up in excitement at his words, and he wasn’t being anything but truthful with his statement. This just made the older blond sigh in exasperation as the brunette moved over to gently ruffle both his and Tommy's hair, commenting on how two gremlins would keep the house lively.

The pinkete turned their red eyes over to him and sniffed slightly, causing Tubbo to wonder if he smelled bad,” are you related to the Underscore Beloved family, specifically an Alice?” This caught him off guard, Alice was his Nan’s name, and by telling them this, it made both the pinkete and elder blond smile in both relief and another emotion he couldn’t read,” Of course, Tommy would make friends with one of her line, guess we won’t have to eat you in your sleep.” 

The elder blond quickly slapped the pinkete on the arm, telling him to “Shut” before sending him outside with the brunette, and looked at the two young boys with a soft smile,” Well then, anyone of that family is as good as family to me, but we need to set some ground rules before this goes any further, it’s going to be some things your nan has already taught you I’m sure.” As the elder started to drone on Tubbo looked back towards Tommy, the blond seemed to glow in his excitement, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

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“So Tubbo, did you have a fun time at the folklore exhibit, it looked pretty cool to me when I and your mother saw it, but I’m glad you didn't spend your whole time there when we went looking for you.” Tubbo jerked up to look at his parents, he was too busy tieing the cord on his new bracelet, a single ruby red feather dangled from it and felt warm every time it brushed his skin. His mother looked at him with a frown and sighed,” Didn’t I tell you not to buy anything silly from the gift shop..”

His dad just laughed,” Now now dear, you're the one who gave him money, but I think it means he enjoyed his time here.”

Tubbo smiled up at his dad gratefully as they made their way home,” yeah, I guess a vacation to the museum isn’t too bad,” and it wasn’t since it inspired him to work on a new project. He can work on his music later, now he needs to learn how to grow mushrooms.

[wish-i-wasnt-a-coward]

Family Cuddle Pile

a/n: I actually wrote this a while ago but it was perfect for the request. Theirs like, no content for this ship an I love it so much! Thank you for reading :) @arodynamic-enby

Pairings: romantic Anxceitmus and kid!Patton also super background Logince

Warnings: tattoos, less than ideal parent mentions, food mention, and light cursing

Word count: 1,844 

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Remus flopped out of bed, throwing his body carelessly across the room. He hastily threw on his clothes. Short shorts, ripped fishnets, a vest that was more patches than original material, really big clunky shoes, and a ripped up band-t. He also hooked his favorite bone earrings in his tattered earlobes. 

He stomped into his apartment’s kitchen. He grabbed a stale piece of bread he soaked it in coffee. Yawned and grabbed his bag, racing out the door. 

His brother was waiting for him at the tattoo shop, sketching a new idea. Unlike him, Roman only had a few tattoos, including not one, not two, not three… but three Disney quotes, a frog on a mushroom, a rose on his arm, and a constellation. Most of his tattoos were covered by tasteful burgundy overalls and a white button-down shirt.

Remus’ tattoos were also mostly covered by his clothes. But he had a tattoo sleeve depicting the garden of Eden, a matching frog on a mushroom, a quote from one of Roman’s books, medically accurate bone structures on his hand, a realistic spider on his neck, and a snake wrapping around his non-sleeved arm. And those were just the visible ones. 

Suffice to say, the twins were very different. 

Remus threw his bag onto the floor in the backroom, “Ro, when’s the first appointment!!” he yelled. “Your’s? At 11. FYI, Jan n’ Pat are coming over at 12, for motivation” Remus smiled, fuckin’ superb. 

He busied himself in collecting the ink and preparing the tattoo gun. The client wanted a fucking orange on their wrist, it should only take an hour or two but Remus was not excited to do a frickin’ orange circle. 

The prissy orange bitch came in and Remus got to work. They didn’t move much and only cried a little bit when the needle started jabbing at their skin. Remus liked this part of the process, stabbing people consensually was his favorite thing ever… also the art part but stabbing people!

Almost exactly an hour later the door jingled open. “Dada!!” a tiny voice called back into the store. “I’ll be there in a minute patty-cake” Remus called from his spot hunched over the client's arm.

He added the final touches to the fruit and helped the orange bitch off the chair. Roman swept the client away, Remus practically ran to greet his partner and son.

Janus wore a leather corset over a black collared shirt and baggy pants, their long platinum hair framed their face under their signature hat. They were holding hands with a toddler wearing mostly pink and blue, his blond hair (that matched Janus’) was a mop of curls barely held together by a few butterfly clips. 

“Dada, Dada!!! I got you a flower” the little boy cried, letting go of Janus’ hand and stumbling towards the tall man who scooped him up. Patton giggled and held out a sweaty flower clenched in his chubby fist. 

Remus accepted the flower with a gasp, ”this is really for me?” he said joyfully. Adjusting the small boy in his arms Remus turned towards Janus who was looking at the pair with a disgustingly sappy expression. 

“What are you lookin’ at hot stuff?” Remus teased. “Shut it you,” Janus said, pressing a kiss to Remus’ check. Patton made a noise, “icky” he said pushing Janus away. They laughed, “yes darling, we’re very icky”. 

“When’s verge-“

“he’ll be home at 4” 

“Dope”

“Stop by the Sleepy Café before you bring Pat to the apartment?”

“Can do scootal-lo!” 

Remus turned back to the little boy in his arms, “looks like you're stuck with me squirt”. Patton beamed and snuggled into Remus’ chest. Janus smiled again, “I’ll see you, boys, at dinner,” they said, ruffling Pat's hair and peaking Remus on the lips quickly so as to not upset the toddler. “Bye-bye Janny!!” Patton called after Janus as they left for work. 

“Righty-o,” Remus said, carrying Patton into the back room. “I know Ro’s got a couple coloring books, wanna do those for a bit?” Patton nodded and reached towards the ground to be put down. Remus plopped Patton on the couch and pulled out the book and pens as well as a sketchbook off his own. They sat together coloring and drawing until Roman came back to hug Patton. 

“Ah, my favorite nephew!” Roman said, scooping up the little boy. Patton laughed and pulled Roman’s hair. “Roro, can I color your arm pictures??” he asked, pointing to Roman’s rose tattoo. Roman plopped the toddler back down on the couch and handed him a pen. 

Patton went to work on the rose, scribbling reds and pinks and greens across his arm. Roman gave him complements each time Patton paused, and each time Patton shushed him and went back to work. Remus finished up his sketch, adding it to the pile of tattoo ideas they were eventually going to put up-front, and sat next to the toddler. 

“That’s really good pat-” 

“Shhhhhhhh”

Remus nodded and mimed zipping his lips. He liked spending time with the kid. They weren’t biologically related but who gives a fuck about blood, unless it’s outside of your body, then it’s fun. 

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“I don’ wanna” Patton wined his dad sighed “I know bubbles but we gotta go home to Papa and Janny, isn’t that fun” Patton considered this, “but Roro’s pretty arm picture” he argued. Remus scratched the back of his neck, “Pffffff- Ummm, how about this, we go home now and I’ll take you back to the shop tomorrow after pre-school” 

Patton brightened considerably, “ok” he chirped. “up please” the toddler’s chubby hands reached towards Remus who obediently scooped him up with a coo. After all who was he to say no to uppy hands. 

“See ya tomorrow, have fun on your date with the nerd” Remus sang as he snatched his bag juggling the still fussy Patton in his other arm. “Fu- Frick off Re. Say hi to your partners for me,” Romans said affectionately and waved as his twin left the building. 

Remus happily trotted out into the road. The tattoo shop was located on a quaint little street in the more commercial segment of their town only a short walk from Janus’ job. 

A light drizzle floated around them and the air was warm and comforting. Patton squealed as a large drop of water hit him in the head, prompting a laugh from Remus.

A jingle sounded through the peaceful cafe, the brown room was illuminated by those cool old fashion lights and a lovely array of pastries made the air smell of chocolate and blueberry scones. But the scones, as delicious as they were, weren’t the snack Remus was here for

“Hey babe- Remus why are you soaking wet”

“Puddle” Patton screeched. 

“Kid’s right, Puddle.”

Janus pinched their eyebrows, “ya know what, I’m not even surprised anymore. Just make sure Patton doesn’t catch a cold” they scolded. 

Remus nodded and saluted in mock seriousness, “yes captain” he said and pressed a kiss to Janus’ face over the cash register, “I’ll see ya in a bit” Remus grinned and led Patton back out of the cafe. 

Janus sighed lovingly as they watched their boyfriend and son turn to cross the street, Patton’s hand clasped around Remus’ happily. “Stop looking so happy, you're scaring the customers” Remy teased from across the counter. “Ha, Ha,” Janus glared and went back to work” 

Janus’ apartment was a cute two-bedroom space on the fourth floor of the building. The furniture was an interesting combo of vintage and things from the side of the road. The vintage parts came from their parent’s house, their father had died two years after Janus’ had run away and hadn’t thought to write them out of the will. 

The three of them had made a date out of customizing the few pieces that Janus wanted to keep. The customization mainly included darkening everything and adding more gothic touches. Virgil had done the fabrics, Remus the painting, and Janus moral support/ director. 

The three partners had also painted the kitchen/dining room/living room black with one yellow wall. Janus and Virgil’s room was dark purple instead of black with highlights in the same yellow. Patton’s room was the only one that didn’t  look marginally like a cave. 

The walls were a cream-yellow that lit up in the morning sunlight. After Janus announced that they were going to have a baby Remus had spent three hours painting the grey ceiling with white fluffy clouds. It was one of his favorite projects. 

Patton of course had no regard for the work put into the entirety of his home and was the usual menace of a toddler. And today a toddler with cheerios, truly a sight even god would tremble before. 

Remus plopped down next to Patton who was pushing cheerios around his highchair tray with an intense focus. He smiled at the little boy and flicked on the tv, “got any requests pip-squeak?” Remus asked. Patton looked thoughtful, “dead lady!!” he cried excitedly hitting the tray with his fists, cheerios flew everywhere. Remus nodded, understanding, “Corpse bride coming up!” he picked a few cheerios from the couch “you really are Verge’s kid” 

When Janus got home Patton was curled up on Remus’s chest. Both slept soundly despite the dead folk on the screen in front of them singing about the wedding. 

Janus smiled, their family was fucking adorable. They slipped off their shoes and snuggled up into Remus who hummed happily and pulled Janus into the hug still asleep. 

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Three hours later Virgil trudged up the four flights of stairs huffing indignantly with each step. Of course, he could take the elevator… but it might break down and he would be stuck for hours. Or someone could get into the elevator with him and he would have to interact with a stranger. So stairs it was. 

He rummaged around his baggy hoodie, running his fingers through his dark purple hair in annoyance when he couldn’t find the key. Once he found it Virgil carefully (as he did everything) opened the apartment door. His combat books clunked satisfyingly against the hardwood floors as he entered his house. Virgil felt the tension leave his muscles, he was home. He glanced across the room, looking for his family. 

Virgil’s face lit up like a god damned Christmas tree. 

Across the room, both his partners and his son were curled up sleeping happily. Drool covered Remus’ face and Janus was snoring, they were the most precious thing Virgil had seen all freakin day. 

The three of them woke as Virgil wrapped his arms around them, Patton squealed in excitement. “Hello, darling” Janus mumbled sleepily into Virgil’s arm. Remus just groaned and nestled into the hug. The toddler wriggled between his dads squealing profusely. “Shhh, s’ sleepy time” Remus mumbled, rolling deeper into the cuddle pile and shutting Patton up. 

Virgil smiled and pressed a kiss to his partner’s cheek. “Mmm, love you” they purred. “Love you too Jan,” Virgil said, nestling his face in their neck. Virgil knew he would have to start dinner soon but that could wait, for now, cuddles.

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.1

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

ch.2

Beautiful artwork was created by @starstruck-loner​! THANK YOU SO MUCH SWEETIE I LOVE IT!!!

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Snow freckled the chilly January day lightly, like powdered sugar over a freshly baked pastry, sticking to each layer effortlessly and creating a blanket that completely covered the woods and the cabin nested between the trees. The atmosphere was still and stiff, like frozen icicles that were not going to start dripping any time soon. The air was bitter and unwelcoming, which was probably why no living thing was outside today. Today was the perfect day to burrow and sleep and keep warm with your own body heat.

A crack through space-time cut through the air. The crushing of tiny ice particles followed as two twelve-year-olds ran, one chasing the other, as the time-tape was heating up and buzzing. “This thing is getting hotter! Hot! Hot, hot, hot!” Mabel attempted to save her palms from burns by bouncing the tiny machine between her hands.

“What are you doing?!” Dipper demanded as Mabel bounced the tape-measure too hard and her twin reached a hand to catch it. He managed to catch it perfectly, like an athlete catching a baseball, and then was gone in a flash of baby-blue lightning.

Mabel’s eyes widened in sheer panic and she held her arms as a gust of wind blew and nearly froze her to her core. It felt like her skin was being pricked by mean sewing needles. She looked around wildly for her brother, for him to come back to this time and place immediately, because surely he would use the time machine to come back, but seconds ticked by and she was still alone.

Puffs of smoke decorated the wintry scene as she held her shivering body and looked at the shack. It wasn’t as colorful and welcoming and loud as the shack Mabel remembered, but she made herself consider that it was because there was no big sign or tourist-y things, and it was winter. Then a light turned on, the hall if Mabel remembered her summer home correctly, and the door opened.

The hope that Mabel had in her chest of seeing her great-uncle was gone, and replaced with fear and confusion. This man looked very much like Stan, though much younger, quite chubby and youthful, wearing a black t-shirt and blue plaid pajama-pants. He had the same face as a young-Stan, but with a more pink than orange nose, a cleft chin, fluffier hair that reminded Mabel of her’s when it was short, and different glasses. 

Mabel didn’t know what to do or how to react or how to feel. People change a lot when they age, sure, but this much? It was possible this person wasn’t Stan, but who else would look so similar to him and live in this house? Maybe this is the guy who lived here before Stan, and they just happen to look very similar. This is Gravity Falls, and though she and Dipper were still new to the town, it was a weird place where something like this could happen.

It also came to Mabel how odd the situation was for the man: a little girl was standing in a sweater and skirt outside his house in the winter. Would he try to send her home? She had no home to go to. She didn’t know what year this was, but if it was a time Stan didn’t live here, it must have been way before she was born, maybe even before her parents met. She was stranded.

But the man looked at her sympathetically and he seemed kind and worried. He grabbed a trenchcoat and called gently, “Hello. Are you okay?”

Mabel bit her lip. His voice was definitely not Grunkle Stan’s. A gust of wind made her shiver and her teeth chatter, and the man stepped into some slippers and walked up to her, draping the trenchcoat over her shoulders. “There there, that’s a very nice sweater, but it doesn’t seem to be keeping you warm, is it?”

“N-No.” Mabel shivered. “I… I used breathable yarn for…” She stopped. She was going to say how she used breathable yarn for the warm California weather, but she decided not to.

“You used?” The man repeated, rubbing her shoulders to try to make the trenchcoat work faster. “You made this?”

Mabel saw his excited grin and she smiled nervously. “Y-Yeah. I knit sweaters.”

The man bent his knees in front of her and studied her sweater. She held out an arm so he could see and his brown eyes sparkled. “That’s very impressive! I love sweaters!”

Mabel gasped happily. “C-C-Can I m-make you one?!”

The man looked taken back, but chuckled and stood. “Of course, but first let’s get you warm. How does hot chocolate sound?”

“Y-Yes, p-p-please.” Mabel shivered, and allowed the man to walk her into the house.

It was scaringly like the Mystery Shack, but so much was different. It was the same layout, the same house, but there was so much that was different. A coat rack stood by the door, holding a white lab coat with black rubber gloves in the pocket, some safety goggles like the ones in Mabel’s science classes, and Stan’s fez. Mabel stared at it. Well, okay it probably wasn’t Stan’s fez, but it was a maroon fez with a golden fish and a black tassle. 

There was a wood-burning stove alive in the living room, with a small box full of wood by it and a tiny stool. Instead of Grunkle Stan’s armchair, there was a red-velvet couch, a large writing desk, and the room was decorated with books, desks, papers, and jars and experiments. It was all strange, but warm and cozy with the fire going.

Mabel smiled as the man pulled out the tiny stool and gestured for her to sit by the stove. She obeyed and the coat was removed from her shoulders, but quickly replaced with a dark-green blanket.

“There, do you mind warming up here while I make your hot chocolate?” He asked, draping his trenchcoat over his arm.

Mabel shook her head and held her cold hands in front of the stove. “Thank you.”

The man smiled. “You’re welcome.” And he turned and left for where Mabel knew the kitchen was.

Sitting alone and feeling better as her body was getting warm, Mabel thought it all over. This man was clearly not her Grunkle Stan, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t nice or couldn’t help her. Any minute Dipper was going to come back for her, but until then she had to stay where she was. That’s what grown-ups told her to do if she was ever lost. Stay where you are until you’re found.

By the time Mabel was very comfortable, the man returned with two mugs of steaming hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, and handed one to the girl. “Here you are, my dear.”

“Thank you, sir.” Mabel sipped and hummed in delight as the man sat on the floor next to her.

“You’re very welcome.” He sipped his drink and added, “Now then, I have to ask, what were you doing out there? Did you get lost?”

Mabel’s face dropped and she nodded. “Uh, huh.”

“Hm, very well. That can easily happen when playing on a snow day.” The man said with a smile. “Why don’t I call our parents and we can arrange to have you back home safe?”

Mabel swallowed nervously. She bit her lip, looking down at her mug. She didn’t know what to say to that.

The man looked at her and noticed how scared she was. “Is something wrong?”

Mabel looked up at him, was met with a kind face, and whimpered, “I can’t call them.”

The man smiled sympathetically. “I’m sure you won’t get into too much trouble. Maybe a little, but it’s for the best to call them so we can get you home soon.”

Mabel shook her head and squeezed her stinging eyes shut. “They’re… not around.”

The man’s face dropped as Mabel scrubbed at her eyes. “Oh. I’m so sorry.”

Mabel only replied with a sniff and she sipped her hot chocolate.

“Is there someone I can call for you?” The man asked. “I’m sure there’s someone out there worried about you.”

Mabel bit her lip. “M-My brother… He’s still out there…”

“Is he lost, too?”

Mabel shrugged.

“Well,” The man held his cleft chin in thought. “I’m sure he’s out there looking for you. Perhaps then you should wait here until he comes here, and then we can send you to your guardian.”

“It’s just us.” Mabel muttered. “Just us.”

The man smiled. Mabel hoped he believed her brother was much older than her, or at least old enough to take care of her. That way she wasn’t really lying, just letting this man believe what he wanted to believe. Nothing wrong with that. “Okay. Still, you may stay here until he finds you.”

Mabel sniffed and wiped her nose with her sweater sleeve. “Thank you, sir.”

“Please, call me Ford.” He said and held out a hand to her.

Mabel smiled and shook his hand. “I’m Mabel.”

“Mabel, huh? That’s a beautiful name.”

“Thanks.” She looked down at their hands and her eyes widened. One, two, three, four, five, s-...

Ford pulled his hand free, his cheeks reddening as he sipped his hot chocolate, but Mabel was grinning at him happily and she gasped with joy, “You have six fingers?!”

Ford blinked at her, reminding Mabel of a startled owl, and he cleared his throat. “Um, y-yes. It’s a birth defect.”

“Nuh, huh! It’s cool! Can I see, please?” Mabel sat her mug on the floor by her feet.

The researcher didn’t like people staring at his hands, but this young girl wanted to look, it appears, in admiration, so Ford hesitantly gave her his hands and she held them lovingly, her eyes sparkling like stars.

“Wow! That’s neat! No wonder your hand shake was so friendly! It’s a whole finger friendlier than normal!” Mabel was then reminded that Dipper’s journal had a six-fingered hand on it.

The girl’s eyes widened as she wondered if she was meeting Dipper’s idol. It was possible. The journal Dipper had dated it in the 80s, and Dipper said that the author mysteriously disappeared. As exciting as it was to meet the Author of the Journals, all it did was put Mabel more at ease. If anyone can help her, he can.

Ford laughed and gave her hands a soft squeeze. “I like you! You’re weird.”

Mabel grinned, distracted from her thoughts and grateful for it. “I like you, too, Ford!”

[neonponders]

I’ve never written Murder Boyfriends before, but @cuepickle ‘s art is just so lovely and powerful.

Based on this and this 💗 💜 🖤 (impending smut ahoy)

• • • • • • •

I just want to help, he’d said.

I just want to make things right, he’d said.

Steve said a lot of things. But he moaned incoherent words and exclaimed sounds he didn’t want anyone else to hear when Billy Hargrove steamrolled into his life, his feelings, and his goddamn morals.

Billy Hargrove wasn’t...right. He was twelve different shades of wrong, punctuated by Caribbean blue eyes and decorated with bronzed waves and curls. Steve knew he had a superiority complex, but he hadn’t known it was this bad.

Thing is, if he’d known, Steve couldn’t guarantee whether he’d change anything. Because knowing Billy Hargrove is a murderer would also mean Steve knew what his lips tasted like, and their softness against his neck.

All Steve had known was that Sheriff Hopper was missing, and his parents, being the upstanding white people that they are, deferred nearly every inconvenience to the police. And the police answered, because fat wallets keep their lights on, like everyone else.

But the Sheriff’s phones kept ringing. And maybe Steve had his own complex after so much time with Nancy, because he parked out front and strolled right into the Sheriff’s office.

The secretary wasn’t there.

Neither were the two deputies.

Steve tucked himself between the desks to pry apart the window blinds. Their cars were still here -

Steve’s head rotated at a sound he knew. He knew it in the way a memory piqued but he couldn’t place where or why. He followed it into the chief’s office...where Billy Hargrove sat at the desk - Hopper’s own chair - and ate a crisp apple from the strange pile in the waste paper basket.

“Billy?”

“Hi, Steve,” he smiled. Ankles crossed on the desk. A perfect, violet crescent framed the side of his eye. An indigo shadow rested in the inner corner of the other one. Either way, Steve’s first red flag was that he ached with concern more than itched for the nailed bat in his trunk.

“What happened to you?”

Steve thought the guy might choke, the way he tipped his head back to laugh while chunks of apple sat in his mouth. Naturally, it took him some time to chew and swallow before he said, “I finally stopped being afraid. And I started being responsible. Not the way he planned, though.”

“Hopper?” Steve frowned.

Billy did not answer immediately. He licked the apple like it might drip juice and beckoned, “Why don’t you sit down? I want to see you.”

The only lights on were in the main room where Steve stood. Ghoulish, fluorescent bulbs while Billy sat in shadow and vague, evening light hatching through the Chief’s window blinds. There was some kind of irony there: Steve in the fake, green-tinged light, and Billy in the natural...honest darkness.

Steve peeked behind him, surveying the room but finding no warnings apart from the negative space where people should be.

He stepped into the office -

“I’ve always liked looking at you.”

Steve paused on the carpet. Billy had said it loud enough to hear, but with enough air in it that Steve couldn’t tell if he was drunk or hadn’t meant to say it aloud. Then he tried to sit in one of the chairs -

“Over here. Sit on the desk.”

“What?” Steve blinked at him, suddenly very aware that the light gave Billy full view of his face but Steve only got the glow in that dark blond hair.

A strong leg pushed Billy away from the desk. The apple tumbled onto its pile of brothers, discarded as he pat the desk. “Sit right here.”

Steve shook his head all at once, beginning to backpedal out of the room. “This is weird.”

“No shit. This whole town’s weird. I’ve been reading some personal files in this room. I guess the Chief thought he was being smart, but...I’ve been hiding my whole life. I know where people hide things. A lot of things make sense in this place, now. The rat pack Max hangs out with. And you. A lot of things makes sense about you, Steve.”

Steve shrugged and his hands clapped against his thighs. “Okay? You’re not special for seeing my report cards.”

Billy’s features froze, but only for a moment, and then laughter burst out of him. “Steve, please sit down. God, I wanna touch you.”

Steve Harrington is a simple person. He’d officially been single for far too long, struck out every time he faced a woman - and a couple guys who were too scared or oblivious to do anything - and he just...

He wanted.

He wanted to be touched and if Billy was offering - Hot Stuff Hargrove, Baby Doll Eyes Billy - then Steve couldn’t help but take. He’d been so patient with everyone. He waited for Nancy to be ready. He accepted defeat when everyone walked away from him with rolling eyes or obligatory smiles.

Billy...talked. He talked and talked. He’d always been a talker; on the basketball court, barking orders as a lifeguard. Always talking, or letting his radio talk for him.

But Steve sat on Hopper’s desk and felt the warmth of Billy’s palms seep through his jeans. He held onto Steve’s calves as he talked. Talked about terrible things. Broken plates and abandoned things. Being the abandoned thing. Being the broken thing. He talked for hours before finally fucking Steve on that desk.

He’d started slow. Just unbuttoning the jeans and then leaving them alone. It would be another half hour before he took off Steve’s shoes. Every time Steve looked behind him - as if asking for someone to come in, to interrupt, to break this dark dream Billy wove around him - Billy said, “Look at me.”

“I’ve been looking at you, Billy.”

A small smile twitched on his lips. “Good.”

It would be another hour before he said, “I think my dad killed my mom.”

Less than a minute before he added, “He had it coming. Feel bad for my step-mom, though. But she was a screamer. So was the tall deputy. Things can finally be quiet now.”

Steve sat very still as arms circled around his pelvis and Billy just...hugged him. Pressed his face against Steve’s soft belly and inhaled his scent. Warm laundry and Steve Steve Steve.

He couldn’t be sure how things evolved into sex. Steve was already trapped in Billy’s web, so all he had to do was decide, to give the web a pluck and Steve felt the vibrations.

He planted his hands on the desk, lifting his ass for Billy to wrench the jeans and underwear off in one go. They got stuck on Steve’s feet, bunched up so Steve had to figure it out himself as Billy pressed himself over top of him.

The green desk lamp fell with an ominous clank.

Steve finally got a leg free and wrapped it around Billy’s ass the same time teeth found his neck. The warning bells that had been ringing since he got here felt far away; church bells too high over the town to actually make a difference in the goings-on.

Billy marked him up like he had paperwork to sign. Steve’s deed was his, and Billy moaned and grunted with every sigh he wrung out of Steve. Every squeeze to his waist made him moan, and he outright whimpered when Billy licked up his neck. For how much Billy gripped, bit, and sucked, he moved surprisingly gently below the belt.

“Gonna get lube later,” he said in that way again, traveling down Steve’s body as his thoughts escaped into the air. “I’m going to have your ass every which way, Harrington.”

Steve could only gasp as his tongue shoved inside him with no preamble. “I-I-I didn’t shower - ”

A guttural, breathy hum ricocheted from Billy’s throat and into Steve’s chest, knocking Steve’s head back like a rock on the way there. Billy’s stubble and gross wetness made Steve feel filthy in the best way. His cock lay heavily on his abdomen, spurting precum every time Billy’s hands squeezed the backs of his thighs.

Steve came like he’d never been touched in his life. His breathing picked up and he rutted against Billy’s face twice before making a mess of his shirt.

Billy took his slowly fading erection into his mouth, jerking himself off almost violently in a matter of seconds.

When Steve stepped outside, the air smelled like the sunrise even though only the faintest bit of blue had begun to dilute the darkness. And as the sun rose, Steve had never felt worse. It was like seeing a demogorgon for the first time, but instead of minutes, it stretched into hours.

People were dead.

Presumably Chief Hopper too.

Billy, he...he...

He showed up to Steve’s house with a smile and freshly laundered clothes. Steve had showered but looked like he hadn’t slept in a month. Billy only tipped his head back toward his car. “I’ve got two bank accounts freshly inherited. Let me buy you lunch.”

Steve wondered if Dustin’s comic book villains drove Camaros.

Billy bought him lunch. Bought him a chocolate milkshake too. Steve didn’t want to think about his ability to swallow those down so easily. Or how he interacted with the waitress like he wasn’t covered in red and brown love bites delivered directly atop Chief Hopper’s desk. He didn’t want to think what having all of Billy Hargrove’s attention on him did to his squirming...pleased...insides.

He didn’t want to think as Billy fingered him in the backseat.

They didn’t even fit back there but Billy moved with what felt like the strength of three men. It was arousing, being manhandled like that; any fear Steve ought to have held in his gut tapped its disapproving toe outside of the vehicle. The way Billy sucked behind his ear, gripped his hips so he could slot himself right in between Steve’s legs and rut his dark pink erection against Steve’s...

The way he bought Steve more milkshakes.

And a fresh tire rotation because his car veered to the left.

And filled him up in the darkness of Steve’s bedroom, making Steve bounce on his cock as he licked the taste of him off his lubed up fingers - 

“You haven’t even kissed me yet.”

It just...came out.

The husky lust cleared from Billy’s eyes when Steve said that. Terror must have filled Steve’s eyes because Billy gently cradled the side of his head.

This is it. This is how I die. Wanting a freaking kiss from a psycho -

“I thought you’d be the one to do that.”

Steve blinked vacantly at him. He could feel Billy’s heartbeat inside his ass and the guy just smiled -

“King Steve. Never thought you were shy - mmph.”

Billy’s bravado melted against Steve’s mouth. He hummed as he felt Steve’s precum on his belly, soaking them both with what he did to him, did to Steve and all of his flawed moral systems.

Steve pushed Billy onto his back with his kiss, tongue desperately tasting and exploring his mouth as his fingers laced behind Billy’s neck.

Until Billy reached up and pulled Steve’s hands apart, just enough for the bases of his palms to sit on both pulse points.

Billy did it himself: made his cheeks go pink and his chest flush red. But Steve made his ass slap against Billy’s thighs. Made Billy’s jaw go slack and his orgasm slow. Made his eyes water and his chest heave when he could breathe again.

Maybe that was his chance. His chance to make things right.

But with an empty Sheriff’s office down the road, and still no one the wiser, Hawkins wasn’t living by any sort of right anymore. The only right that Steve knew, was Billy’s hands making him feel powerful and precious.