#'if my little brother weren't in the room with us i'd fuck you right here and now'

[stormyoceans]

losing my mind like. sorry i know i never shut up about dark pete burning the whole mafia world down to save vegas and macau but. i've seriously been losing my mind over it like

give me vegas and macau being late home after vegas went to pick macau up at school on his bike and not answering their phones and pete immediately knowing something is wrong. give me pete calling chay to ask if he saw them actually leave together and then, at chay's affirmative answer, calling arm all business-like: "i need a favor, but you can't tell anyone about it. if you won't help me just say so right away, i don't have time to waste." give me pete asking arm to hack into the security cameras on the way from macau's school to their home and watching all the footages until he spots a van cutting vegas' bike off and then taking vegas and macau away.

give me pete figuring out it's not a ransom situation but a personal vengeance. give me pete manipulating, bribing, maiming, and torturing people, promising them not to kill them if they give him the information he needs and then killing them anyway because whoever was behind this can't know pete is coming and dead men tell no tales. give me kinn and porsche eventually finding out what’s happening and asking pete why he didn’t go to them for help. give me pete answering, cold and detached, ‘frankly, i haven’t ruled out the involvement of the main family in this, yet. nor of the new minor one.’ give me porsche’s indignant ‘ai’pete!’ before trying to stop pete from leaving. give me pete pointing his gun at porsche because yes, porsche is his friend and pete loves him dearly, but that’s pete’s family they’re talking about and no one – NO ONE – is gonna tell pete how he has to go about saving it, if someone was stupid enough to think they could mess with vegas and macau now that they don’t hold the title of heirs of the minor family anymore, well then pete has to show them just how fucking wrong they are and bring them as an example for everyone else.

give me pete finally finding out who’s behind it and where they are keeping vegas and macau and getting ready to bring down an entire building full of people armed only with a gun and a knife. give me pete being smart about it, using stealth and smoke bombs to conceal his attacks, preferring the knife over a gun he would have to reload over and over again, putting into practice his experience as a boxer and all of chan’s teachings: circle around the target rather than move in a straight line; forgo the heart and target the abdominal aorta that sits unguarded at the top of the abdomen at the meeting of the ribs; if the opponent is guarding their vital targets well, strike at less vital areas to make the defender move and then go for the carotid in the neck, the brachial artery in the arm or the radial artery in the forearm, the femoral artery in the leg, the abdomen. give me pete finding macau locked alone in a room and macau not caring about the blood covering pete from head to toes and just hugging him tight because pete really came for them. give me pete handing the gun to macau because there’s no way he’s leaving macau behind and the two of them fighting their way to wherever they’re keeping vegas. give me vegas tied to a chair, half-high with whatever drug they injected in his system to keep him from fighting back, a constellation of cuts and bruises all over his body. give me vegas never seeing something so beautiful as pete, covered in blood and knife in hand, killing the dudes assigned to keep guard to vegas' room and then dropping on his knees in front of vegas to gently cup his face and put their foreheads together.

and the fucker who did this? give me pete dragging him in front of vegas and macau and not killing him right away, but slowly cutting him up and tearing him apart for every wound he can see on the two brothers: a tooth for macau’s split lip, an eye for the bruise blooming on vegas’ cheekbone, all of his fingers for vegas’ broken arm. and then, finally, give me pete bringing vegas and macau home and the three of them piling together in the same bed, holding each other all night, their little family of three that no one is allowed to touch.

#feeling some type of way tonight #who am i kidding i always feel some type of way about them #also i firmly believe pete doesn't enjoy torturing people like vegas does but as soon as someone touches vegas and macau? #well that changed everything #just as 'i will always love and be loyal to the main family' means fuck all to pete as soon as he suspects them #because he will never love or be loyal to someone as much as he is to this little family he found #also when pete finds vegas they obviously kiss too and vegas (even if he's drugged and hurt) is like #'if my little brother weren't in the room with us i'd fuck you right here and now' #and pete laughs and is like 'so macau being present is the only issue you see here? not like.. your general condition? you look like shit' #vegas actually THINKS about it. 'you could ride me' #pete just shakes his head utterly amused. 'i don't think that would satisfy either of us.' #and it's TRUE because what vegas actually wants is to spread pete out on a bed and take his time to worship every inch of pete's body until #pete is a sobbing shivering mess just begging for release #anyway.. #i miss them every day #m: txt #vegaspete

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Try Me

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: suggestive

"Lan, c'mon..please don't go." You whined tightening your grip on Lando's shirt. "Stay with me"

"Baby, I want to, believe me, I do, but I told you I promised your brother to go out with him tonight. Why don't you come along with us?" He asked holding your cheeks between his hands and leaving a kiss on the tip of your nose.

"Because I want to spend some time alone with you. Why can't he go out with Charles or anyone else?"

"Charles is not feeling well, and besides, it will be suspicious if I turn him down for the second time today." He explained trying to get some sense into you, but you just decided to be a brat today because, well, you just felt like it. You wanted his attention. You needed his attention.

"Fine. Go with him then. I don't care." You pouted crossing your arms and turning your gaze away from him.

"Y/n.." He sighed turning your chin with his finger making you look at him. "I'm trying my best to spend as much time as possible with you here. If Carlos knew I spent the whole day with his sister in her hotel room I'd probably be a dead man right now. So if you want me alive, you gotta let me go now okay?"

Everything Lando said made sense. It's true that Carlos would haunt Lando for the rest of his life if he knew that he had been seeing his 5 years younger sister for over 6 months now. It's also true that Lando is a bit torn between the two of you. He doesn't want any trouble with his best friend, but he also doesn't want to even think about having to stop seeing you.

Lando and you were not in a relationship, well, not officially, you didn't call it a relationship because you were forbidden to him. You had been seeing each other for half a year and both of you knew that there was something more between you, more than just sex although you never put a label on it. The more time passed the more you liked each other and wanted to spend more time together so it got harder to keep it a secret.

"Give me a kiss" He said leaning down to your lips. You hesitate for a second, but give in rolling your eyes which Lando doesn't take very well. "No, no, don't do that."

You ignore him and head towards the bathroom not wanting to wait until he leaves your room. You just wanted to show your dissatisfaction with all your might.

"I'll talk to you later okay?"

"Whatever" You muttered before slamming the bathroom door shut.

Later that night, Lando was texting you just to check up on you, to see what you're doing, to see how you're spending your time without him and you decided to continue being a brat for the rest of the night. Because you just felt like it today.

'Just took a shower. Think I'm gonna go check up on Charles since he's not feeling well'

You replied smirking knowing that you mentioning Charles would completely push his buttons with you tonight. Ever since Carlos introduced you to them, both Charles and Lando have been trying to flirt with you. Only Charles has been doing it directly and Lando was more subtle with it. Lando was always more mysterious about it, that's probably the reason why you were attracted to him and not Charles.

So ever since he got his eyes on you, he hated that Charles was trying to get your attention. He hated that he was still doing it and yet he couldn't do anything about it because you two were a well kept secret.

'Oh really? Carlos and I saw him. He's just fine so you don't have to do that.'

He was replying back to your messages within seconds. You knew he was going crazy about it.

'Well, I'm gonna go check anyway'

Of course you weren't gonna go. You were all ready for bed, but since you didn't get what you wanted tonight, you decided to play with his head a little.

'Y/n..You have nothing to look for in his room'

'I mean it's not like I have a boyfriend if you really think about it. So..I don't think it would be inappropriate, no? '

'I can hear the attitude through the text. Fix it, before I fuck it out of you.'

His text sent shivers through your body. You threw your head back against your pillow sighing and reminiscing the way this morning the bed was squeaking beneath you two.

'I don't think you're gonna do anything about it'

'Oh, try me then'

#lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic #lando x reader #lando norris smut #lando norris #carlos sainz #charles leclerc #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 fic

[gingersnapwolves]

'tis the season for family bullshit

I swear to God, my family has ruined my ability to assess what is and is not normal. I have no idea whether or not my frustration is warranted so I'm going to turn to you, my lovely tumblr friends, to help me the fuck out.

For a little light reading, there's Last year's Thanksgiving debacle, plus epilogue, but all you really need to know is that there's a LONG historical precedent of my family ignoring the dietary needs of my wife and my sister and last year there was drama about it

I started this year off on the right foot by saying fuck the holiday itself, we are going to my MIL's. She had back surgery two months ago and although she's up and around, she's not up to cooking a Thanksgiving dinner so my wife and I are going over to cook for her. I told my family I'd be free Friday to make plans with them and they were welcome to come up to my place, which was met with some hemming and hawing and no real plans being made.

Relevant: recently, my mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer's, and although it's mild so far it is definitely noticeable

This is the email I just sent my father, brother, and SIL:

"Hi there, when I talked to mom yesterday, several times she talked about coming up to visit and reminding me that Dad couldn't drive after dark. I explained that there weren't any plans of that variety but sort of took that as maybe she had a subconscious desire to come up here? So I mentioned that I had offered to have everyone come up the day after Thanksgiving, in which case driving after dark wouldn't be an issue since presumably [brother] or [SIL] could drive. But I also told her that we hadn't made any firm plans and I didn't know what we were doing on that day yet. We are certainly happy to have you guys come up here if that's what you would like to do. I don't know if Mom actually wants to come up or if she was just confused about plans in general."

My brother's response: "Rex [the insane dog from this post] and Comet [the new dog they got a few months ago despite already having one poorly behaved dog] have daycare that day, so we could come up, but some subset of us would need to leave no later than 4pm to get Comet (pickup by 5pm). It would probably work best if I just brought mom and dad and the kids up and [SIL] stayed here.

Or, you could come down, since the dogs will be in daycare, it wouldn't be a problem to bring Yanli [our dog, who is generally well behaved but does not like their dog]. You would just have to leave before we got back with them, around 5:15 [because as per previous post, I refuse to go near their insane dog]."

To which SIL added: "Would you have [aunt] and all the kids too? I'm fine with hosting if we need lots of room to kick kids to other areas of the house:-) If you want to host, we can do that too. As [me] said, we haven't made any solid plans."

For one thing, I don't know why my aunt is involved and the reference to 'all the kids' makes me think my cousin is visiting and ... nobody bothered to tell me? Which, sure, fine. I really just want to reply with "look, if you don't want to come up here, just tell me that" but I genuinely don't know if that's warranted. They never actually invite me, they just assume I'm going to show up, so maybe they don't know how invitations work. I literally can't parse whether their response is rude or if I'm just reading too much into it. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with this response and I'm afraid to reply to it and make things worse and I just ((((((OTL

#please send help #personal #feel free to ignore

[hauntedwitch04]

Pumpinks field

🎃Halloween party🎃  

Azriel x reader

Words: about 0.9k words

Warning: totally fluffy, mention of smut and a bit nostalgic 

Author’s note: 13th and we nearly half way! We are kidding right! The 1st October was yesterday!

✒️:     “Why do we have to choose a pumpkin, we already have X that it is an empty head.”

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As soon as you hit the ground you can't help but jump for joy. Your mate's arms are still on your waist after flying you for about a couple of hours to reach the Autumn Court. Your relationship with Eris had improved a lot in recent years after he became High Lord of Autumn Court, so much so that he had invited you for the traditional pumpkin picking for the Ghost Festival held every year in his court. At first you weren't too sure about going, but curiosity took over, and now you can't help but be happy about this choice. 

When you were a child, every year your family came to visit relatives in the Autumn Court at this very time, and so you always celebrated this holiday. To relive it now with your partner is something very exciting, and you can't help but feel a little nostalgic. 

You turn to see Azriel looking at you with a sweet gaze, and you can't help but smile. You wrap your arms around his neck as he imitates you by putting them on your hips. Just as you are about to kiss, another Illiryan lands, less elegantly than Az, next to you. 

"Is it possible that you two are always clinging to each other? Is there a single moment when you do not share your saliva, or do you intend to exchange DNA for the next few centuries?" Says Cassian sarcastically, with a smile on his lips, as he rests Nesta on the ground, who laughs at his companion's words. 

"You better not talk Cassian, because until proven otherwise you two are the ones who fucked in the dining room-" Azriel replies, only to be interrupted by a female voice. 

"Guys, I'd say it's time to call it a day." Feyre intervenes, flanked by her husband, who have appeared before us. 

"As if the world didn't already know how messy the Court of Night is." Continues a male voice, which does not belong to any of us. From the corner from the garden where we had arrived emerges the owner of the land where we were, Eris himself, with all the grace of a High Fae. He entertains a brief conversation with Rhysand as he leads us inside the building. 

You don't remember how you got then to the pumpkin patch, only know that you stand in silence at its beauty and all the beautiful memories it brings to your mind. 

"I too was speechless the first time. It is a beautiful sight." Says a voice behind you, coming to stand next to you, and you find out it is Eris. You smile at him, as you continue to watch the children run and laugh happily, and tears come unintentionally. 

"I used to come here as a child to get my pumpkin with my cousins. I loved this view, and after so long I didn't remember it being so beautiful." You answer, and he stands looking at you. He says nothing, smiles, and walks away, resting a hand on your shoulder before walking away, as if to tell you he understood what you were saying, then going to his partner and his children. 

You see Nyx running across the field with Feyre behind and Rhys smiling at that sight, and you too cannot help but be happy for your friends. You begin to wander, and you stay for hours choosing, until you find the right one. 

You touch it, turn it around and admire it, and every second you think it's the most beautiful one you've ever seen. 

"Did you pick this one?" You hear Azriel ask, so you look up and see him looking at you in confusion 

"Don't you like it?" You ask worriedly. 

"Why do we have to choose a pumpkin, we already have Cassian that it is an empty head? That's my only question." He asks you smiling as you see his brother slap his neck from behind. 

"Watch your mouth, lover boy, or I'll be forced to tell your partner things she can't even imagine." The Commander says laughingly, as the Shadowsinger suddenly whitens. 

"You wouldn't dare." He tells his brother Azriel. 

"No, dare instead my dear, I need to know more." You reply instead, taking the gourd in your arms and laying it in the arms of your husband, still shocked by your words, and then taking Cassian under your arm. 

"Then starting by saying that when you were not yet together, he would often prepare speeches to ask you out, which he would then never succeed in doing because he failed miserably or that night sometimes-" 

"Cassian dares to say another word, and you're a dead bat!" Shouts Azriel. 

"Are you telling her about our Azzy's dreams?!" Rhysand asks curiously, coming up next to you, and you can't help but laugh. 

You may be feeling nostalgic for the old times you spent here with your family, but you can't help but be happy for the ones you are having now and will have with your new family.

#azriel imagine #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #azriel x reader smut #acotar x reader #imagine acotar #becky's writing #becky's halloween party

[sunnyie-eve]

6 | Ritual

Series: Unexpected

Paring: (Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!) (Chris Sturniolo x OFC Brock!)

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: none

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Going back to the boys hotel room they sit to hear about the Elevator Ritual game but the brothers weren't that excited, "It's ritual time." Sam turns to them.

"Love the sound of that." Matt sighs.

"We're gonna do something we've never done before on this channel." Sam starts, "The Elevator Game." The three applaud, "You guys said you love elevators right?"

"I hate elevators." Matt says once again.

"Perfect." Sam tells him, "Which is interesting because for this ritual we need a singular volunteer." He adds and all the guys look at Matt so he agrees to do it.

"Don't forget about our deal Matt." Dani leans forward to look at him from the other side of Colby.

Sam goes on to explain the whole game and how it's supposed to work and what they have to do, "Chris, we'll have to get our licenses immediately." Nick speaks up.

"I know." Chris agrees, "I'm really considering who's going to do the laundry now." He adds.

"They're gonna just be twins after this." Colby jokes.

"I gotta remember free food." Matt tells himself.

"If she didn't would you still do it?" Chris asks him so Matt tells him he rather it be him then him or Nick.

"I feel like you'd just do better in the elevator than Chris would." Matt adds telling Nick and Chris agrees with that statement.

"He just knows you're the least fit for it." Nick adds and Chris still agrees to it.

Down in the lobby Matt says this will either make his fear of elevators ten times worse or ten times better to which Nick says it can't actually get better, #Welcometothechannel." Sam tells him.

"Are you going to say goodbye to your siblings? You might never see them again." Colby tells him so he and the others hug each other goodbye talking about things they want of his when he doesn't come back.

"Dude, I'm not dead yet."

As Matt and Sam get into the elevator the other wish them good luck and goodbye, "Oh right, I need photos for your prayer cards." Nick takes pics of Matt in the elevator.

"Best brother award goes to." Dani laughs.

"Alright, one two three. Please take us to another world."

"Bye bye, be safe guys." Dani waves so Matt does a little wave back as the doors close.

As the four wait for them to come back, Nick's EMF finally goes off as they walk around, "This thing is called the onvoy it's basically going to say yes or no." Colby pulls out the device but then another guest in the background startles him, "Gahh, that guy scared the fuck out of me."

"That haircut..." Nick says then covers him mouth as Colby and Chris laugh.

"Nick, it's super quiet in here." Dani's eyes widen.

"Sorry, that was terrible."

"So something has to physically touch it like that." Colby explains how it works.

"Are Sam and Matt going to make it back to us, do you think?" Chris asks the thing and it says yes right before the two come right back.

"You're done already?" Nick says surprised how fat it went.

"We only asked it one question." Colby tells the two.

"The one question I asked is, is Sam and Matt going to come back down." Chris tells them, "And it said yes and then it opened."

"Do you want to do it alone?" Sam asks Matt.

"I would-, I don't-, I'd have to write down the numbers..." Matt pulls out his phone.

"Seriously alone?" Dani asks shocked.

"What if you never come back Matt?" Chris asks him, "And you're fully alone in another world? Nick or Dani go with." He looks at the two.

"No," Nick walks away.

"I'm not." Chris makes clear.

Lady

"Dani, that's you." Sam laughs looking at her stare at the box in Matt's hand before the elevator opens by its self, "Oh my god! I guess that's a yes I'm going with."

"Guys? Is that a sigh we should do it one more time?" Sam asks the group.

"I say go for it." Chris looks at the two.

"That was so fast you have to." Colby tells them, "Plus you two attract ghosts." He adds, "The goal of the game is to get a lady to come right?" Colby asks then hear how that sound as everyone laughs. "Wait, wait, ahh please cut that." He turns the camera towards himself.

"Dude Dani..." Sam laughs.

"As in a ghost lady to step inside the elevator." Colby makes clear, "No funny business with sis." He looks at Matt giving him a certain look.

"Dude, there's a camera." Matt gets embarrassed.

"You guys are killing me. Let's get this over with." She claps her hands to go so they step into the elevator.

"Please take us to another world." They both say together.

"I may regret saying that but hey, see you guys later." Matt says as the doors start to close.

As the doors close Sam starts to crack up, "I can't believe you just let Dani go with him. You never leave her alone with any guys."

"I'm her older brother. I'm protective of her." Colby sighs as Sam keeps laughing.

"Not even me and I'm you're best friend." Sam points out.

"That's not entirely true."

While they make fun of Colby before starting to ask yes or no question, Matt and Dani hope no one will interrupt them because then they fail at the game. On the first floor they go to there was luckily nobody there.

"Next number is two." Matt look at his phone pressing the button while Dani held the box.

"So far off to a good start." Dani nods her head as they move to the next floor and there was nobody again so they go to the next floor.

"The thing that scares me the most about this is that the elevator is squeaking." Matt points out what Dani has been trying to ignore for the past couple of seconds.

"I've been trying not to pay attention to it and you have to point it out. It makes my anxiety want to act up badly." Dani plays with her fingers to calm her down as the doors open to show no one.

"You have bad anxiety too?" Matt asks pressing the next floor, "Mine gets so so bad at times." He tells her about his.

"I take meds for mine so that explains how bad mine is." She giggles.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." He sighs putting his head back.

"I literally said you couldn't pay me to do this yet here I am." They both laugh but suddenly stop.

"Oh my god that one I felt the drop."

They both stay quite for a few seconds till Dani realizes something, "Matt, we're not moving..."

#sam golbach #colby brock #sam and colby #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #oc #sibilings #matt sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo imagine #ff #fanifiction #fanfic #sturniolo fanfic #best friends #friends to lovers #chris sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fanfic

[primeministerofantarctica]

A3! reading club: act one (chapter 1-6)

(cw: talking about parental neglect and abuse, orientalism, one mention of suicide)

Hey, ten out of twelve isn't bad, all things considered! This very well could have gone down in October. Also, since it's February (March if you wanna be generous), does that mean everyone in Harugumi's slightly younger than their Year One ages now? Ack, timelines are confusing.

Izumi casually talking about how Yukio neglected her and following it up with "well, it was probably because he loved this theater so much!" is. Oh, girl. No wonder she snapped when Sakyo suggested he'd abandoned Mankai, because if he hadn't loved it, then why did she have to go through with that?

I'm not versed enough in Japanese particles but I recognize "daijoubu" and Tsuzuru watching this trainwreck unfold and saying something along the lines of "are you guys, like, okay?" is extremely funny.

Then we get to Sakuya and Masumi's family situations, which. From a meta perspective, it makes sense to want to give your minor protagonists the freedom that having parents limits. That's why the trope of "young protagonist in kid's spec fic media is conveniently an orphan" is so common. (was? I think it's becoming less common now.) The problem lies in the lack of willingness to follow through with the emotional conflict it creates, or resolve said conflict in a satisfying manner. Sure, I'm assuming they weren't starved or physically abused, but being treated like a burden when you're a child is still fucking traumatizing! Basically I think Izumi Sakuya and Masumi should start a union. And I'm glad later chapters go the reasonably more toned-down route of "my parents have a reasonable amount of trust in me to make these kinds of decisions".

Also, can we talk about Sakuya and Masumi, because they're one of my favorite brotps here. The way Sakuya appoints himself as Masumi's surrogate big brother? He's so eager to potentially share a room with him ;-;. (personally I hc that Ms. Sakuma was expecting another child before the accident or whatever killed them, so Sakuya's been a big brother without a younger sibling all this time </3)

Wow, that doesn't sound like a metaphor for anything! You're right, Izumi, why would you go the easy route of taking something prepackaged and guaranteed when a bunch of wildly different spices can create a delicious meal if you know how to utilize them right?

Am I grasping at straws here. Probably.

The little ka-ching sound effect is adorable.

Tsuzuru, I'd think "antagonist" should be near the top of the list...also, there's plenty of plays that have been pulled off with two or three actors. Just put on "night, Mother" or something. (Joking. Don't look up night, Mother if you're sensitive to themes of suicide.)

"Tsuzuru, you picked this troupe because it had a dorm, right? ...Then maybe our best bet is to focus on more people in your shoes."

"People in my shoes? In other words...."

"The homeless?"

I CAN'T ASJHGSKSDSK

he's literally doing the 😔 face i'm on the floor.

HE'S HERE! Funny how Izumi's right about Citron not being a regular tourist right off the bat. He may not be from another troupe, but he's definitely "in character" right now.

Also, oof. Citron's my second fave in Harugumi after Sakuya, but it's glaringly obvious how much of his character is rooted in orientalism. Sure, maybe it's an act, but why is he talking about how "shameful" showing skin is when his top is (conveniently for us) THAT low-cut.

On another note, I know people have pointed out his distaste for pig's feet as evidence for headcanoning him as Muslim, but I haven't seen anyone point out how he calls Veludo Way a "mecca" of theatre. Like yeah, mecca can just mean hub, but...why didn't they just say hub? Words Have Connotations. I'm not saying this coding is good or bad, it's just a neutral observation.

AND HERE'S THIS BASTARD (affectionate)

Oh, Kasumi! (insert pointing reaction pic bc I've run out of photo space.) It's Kasumi, guys! :D

#astra rambles #a3! reading club

[leyleythecannibal]

Punishment [Coffin Of Andy And LeyLey fanfic]

Contents: Sex, Incest, Cannibalism, Kidnapping, Starvation, Torture, Gore, Rape, Murder, Necrophilia

*Julia wakes up naked in a freezing cold room with a gag in her mouth and rope around her wrists and ankles. She looks around in the dark room and all she can see is a vent that's blowing cold air right at her, and a green bunny plushie. She recognizes it and tries calling out the the owner of it to no avail. It is only then she realizes her starvation and looks down on her bodys awful state. She's lost so much weight that her ribcage is entirely visible. As she's thinking about that, the door opens, Julia can't see the people in the doorway, only their blurry silhouettes*

?: Oh, it seems she's finally awake.

?: About time...

*Julia recognizes Andrew's voice and figures out that the first speaker is his sister. She manages to barely say his name through the gag, but nothing else*

Ashley: Aww, she's so adorable! Good morning, princess~ We're about to have so much fun today! Look at how many toys I got just for you!

*She says as she points to the black bag in Andrew's hand, then walks up and removes Julia's gag*

Julia: Andrew! Andrew, you can't do this! It's... It's me! Andrew!

Andrew: Shut up Julia. Ashley, bring her to the living room. Let's go.

*Julia starts crying and screaming as Ashley picks her up and starts carrying her*

Ashley: Wow, you've gotten really light! Makes my job easier. But damn, you're shivering a lot.

Julia: How long have I been starving for?

Ashley: A month and a half, give or take. And we didn't feed you since we brought you here! You should really thank us, you've finally lost some weight, you fatass.

*Julia passes out and wakes up to the sight of Ashley and Andrew aggresively making out and stripping each other*

Julia: Andrew you... You weren't like this... What happened to you..?

Andrew: You've talked enough. Ashley?

Julia: No! No wait! What are you doing!?

*Ashley grabs her hair and kneels her in front of Andrew. Julia triesto say something bot Andrew wuickly shoves his covk down her throat. Julia gags and gags to no use, Andrew quickly thrusts back and forth into her mouth with Ashley holding her head steady with one hand and touching herself with the other*

Ashley: Though I'm kinda mad that she gets to taste your dick, she deserves to get fucked against her will. And she makes for a really good sight.

Andrew: I agree with you on that one. I'd much rather see you looking at me like that, but this is a good alternative

*Andrew keeps fucking Julia's throat until she runs out of energy to struggle and just silently cries while looking at Andrew's soulless eyes that once looked at her with love and warmth*

Ashley: Andy, I'm bored. Let's get to the real fun stuff

*She stands up, kisses her brother and goes to get the bag. Andrew lifts Julia up, turns her around and starts fucking her pussy. Ashley comes back*

Ashley: Ooh what a sight! She behaving herself, Andy?

Andrew: She is struggling a little to be honest. I think she could use some punishment~

Ashley: Perfect then~

*She takes out a cat o' nine tails from the bag as Julia seed it and starts screaming in fear. Ashley walks up to her, bites lip, and whips Julia's back a few times. Julia's pain filled screams do nothing but make Andrew thrust faster, seemingly turning him on even more*

Andrew: Ahh~ Ashley look at the marks!

Ashley: I guess I'm stronger than I thought. Let's get to the other stuff before she passes out. How are you doing Andy?

Andrew: I still have some time till I cum, but to be honest, I can keep going afterwards, this is a great sight!

*Ashley takes out a knife and walks up to Andrew, holding in against his chest*

Ashley: We can't let her have all the fun now, can we Andy~?

Andrew: Your right, my little LeyLey~

Ashley, even more fueled by what her brother said, makes a big slash on his chest and excitedly hands the knife to him. They make cuts on eachother for a while, their blood pouring on Julia and entering the wounds made by the whip. Julia thinks she's not getting out of this. She closes her eyes and thinks of her family and the happy times she's spent with Andrew, until she get disturbed by a slash under her eye and looks at the wound and blood covered Ashley that's smiling at her*

Ashley: Hey princess~ We had enough fun on our own, it's time you have some too~

Julia: Why... Why are you doing this..?

Ashley: You should have never laid your filthy hands on my Andy... Now you're paying the price...

*Ashley stands up and cuts a piece of flesh out of Julia's back and feeds it to Andrew*

Ashley: How is it sweetie?

Andrew: *Chews and swallows* Delicious! It was a great idea to starve her, you little genius~

*Ashley sticks to his lips and makes out with him, then cuts another piece and eats it herself. Julia's vision becomes blurry and she gets ready to pass out, then Ashley gets in front of her, holding a piece of her*

Ashley: You havent eaten in quite a while, here~

*She quickly shoves the meat in Julia's mouth and makes her swallow if she cuts her up some more and eats her together with Andrew*

Ashley: Looks like she's about to give up, such a shame... *Hands Andrew the knife* Would you like to do the honors, dear~?

Andrew: Sure~ *Takes the knife* Any last words, Julia?

Julia: You two... You psycopa-

*Andrew stabs her heart through the back, cutting her off*

Andrew: God, she's annoying. Ash, could you hold her so I can finish? I'll be quick I promise.

Ashley: Gladly~

*She holds the corpse up while making out with her brother till he finally shoots all he has deep inside the lifeless body of Julia. He pulls out and quickly fingers his sister till she orgasms, squirting all over Julia's body. They slowly walk while making out to go to take a bath together, leaving the corpse on the floor*

#coffin of andy and leyley #tcoaal #the coffin of andy and leyley #coffincest #ashley graves #andrew graves #fanfic #fic #andrew x ashley

[boliv-jenta]

Joel Miler x f!reader

WC:2.8k

Warnings: character death, angst, virginal fingering.

Summary: Finally getting back to Joel, you witness events that shake you all to your core.

More of Us Part 6

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Coming to, your body checked in with your brain. Head, throbbing. Legs, aching. Hands, pins and needles. Mouth, metallic taste. Blood? No, not copper, something else. As your brain started to be more aware, your surroundings became apparent. Grey walls covered in dirt and mould. The smell of damp, dust and decay. The tiles and fixtures of the small bathroom, damaged and cracked. Broken, just like the rest of the world and the people in it. You were back in their nightmare world.  

When you reached for the towel rail to pull you up, it came off in your hand with a clang. A clang that alerted Joel. His pistol came into view before he did. 

"Joel! It's me." In a panic you tried to shrink away from him. 

"Shit." Tucking his gun away he made his way over to you. "Baby. You're alive. You're here. I…" he blinked tears away as his hands skimmed over you, checking for injuries. "I thought I'd lost you. It's been days."

"I know. I thought I'd never get back to you. I kept moving forward though." Clinging to him, having his arms around you, even with all the insanity of the last few days everything felt right. No matter what universe you were in. In Joel's arms was where you belonged. The notion made you laugh, you barely knew the man but somewhere in your heart you knew it was the truest thing you had ever felt. You knew it with such conviction and clarity that it was actually more terrifying than anything you had been through the last few days. Now, you had something to lose that you valued more than your life. If you died, that was it. There was no pain. If Joel died, that pain would be worse than death. A loss that would leave a wound inside of you that would never heal. 

"I'm so glad you did. Come on, let's go wake Ellie. She's been asking about you nonstop." Giving you one last squeeze, he helped you up from the floor. 

The moment held so much joy and promise and that all changed in the blink of an eye. Joel opened the door then bolted out across the room. Henry stood in front of you, his gun at his side, his eyes wide in terror. The sounds of a struggle, of Ellie struggling, moved you forward. Standing just behind Henry as he moved forward you saw what was going on. The whole scene had you rooted to the spot. Sam. The little boy you'd met a few days ago. The one with bright brown eyes full of concern as you lay on the floor. The one who still hadn't seen enough in the cruel world he lived in to be desensitised to it all. The one who looked afraid for you, a stranger he had just met. That boy. He was attacking Ellie. 

"Shit. He's turnin'!" Joel rooted for his gun.

Henry shot it from his hand before he got a chance to use it. "That's my fucking brother."

As Joel dove for his bag again, Henry raised his gun. Just as you stepped forward to try to protect Joel, Henry fired. This time at his brother. The boy choked on his own blood as Ellie crawled away from him to the safety of Joel's side. There was so much blood. It spread over the floor so quickly. He was only a kid. How was there so much blood? 

"Sam?" Henry took in a ragged breath. "Sam?"

"Henry?" Joel stepped towards the younger man. "Henry. I'm gonna get that gun from you. Okay?"

All the while Henry had been muttering while softly sobbing. It took everything you had not to reach out for him. You couldn't imagine what he was going through. The cruelty of this world held no bounds. To lose his brother twice in mere minutes. He posture folded with the weight of it. It only straighten when Joel moved to take his gun. "It's your fault!"

Joel bowed his head. "It's nobody's fault, Henry."

"It's all your fault!" 

The tension rose in the room, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, electricity zipped underneath your skin. No. Not now. You weren't going anywhere. Unless. Maybe you could take Henry with you so he couldn't hurt Joel? Your whole being felt like it was being split in two, the part of you that wanted to get as far away from here as possible and the part that wanted to stay with Joel. The sound of a gunshot merged the two back together. They both stood just behind Henry's dead body.

There should be so many emotions inside your chest. Fear. Sadness. Regret. Not one made an appearance. There was just a cold void. Looking down you saw your hands shaking. Hands that Ellie was soon grabbing at. "Take us back! Take us to your world. Do it!" Her anger at you soon melted into her sobbing in your arms. The two of you slid down to the floor. Numbly, you tried to soothe her while you watched Joel. 

The deep brown eyes showed so much sorrow looking at the two dead boys in front of him. To Joel, Henry was still a kid himself. Joel didn't blame him for not being able to handle it. Shit, Joel himself had…his eyes landed on you and Ellie, looking even more sorrowful. For a moment, he stood over you. His hand hovered over Ellie's head as if he was going to offer the comfort of his touch. Clenching his fist, he thought better of it. Deciding to offer a different type of comfort he moved to Sam's body. 

From your position on the floor, you watched as Joel lifted the young boy. He cradled him as if Sam had just fallen asleep on the couch and needed to be carried to bed. That's all Joel was doing, just letting the child finally rest. Tears flowed from your eyes, your grip on Ellie tightened as the shock wore off. You could have stopped this, you should have.

 

"Your turn." Ellie nudged your arm. 

After nearly a week of spending most of the day walking, Joel decided you all needed a rest. He'd seen your reluctance but he hadn't addressed it.

Tapping the tiny pencil against your paper, you looked at the word staring back at you. "I really suck at this game. I'm gonna get some air. Maybe that will help me think." With the best smile you could muster, you made your way to the door.

Ellie silently urged Joel to follow you. While he did she looked down at your Boggle sheet. 'Fault' was neatly written at the top of the page. 

"Hey. It's getting cool out here." Joel draped his jacket over your shoulders. 

"Thank you." Tugging it close you revelled in the scent of him for a moment. 

This past week, you'd kept your distance. He'd held you, as he'd escorted you out of that room. The room with their blood still fresh on the floor. Past their fresh graves. He leaned you against a car as Ellie went back to pay her respects. She returned looking just as determined as ever. He gave you a comforting squeeze as he helped you up then that was it. If Ellie can stand on her own two, you could too. The weight of feeling responsible for the loss of Sam and Henry was taking its toll. How long until something happened to one of them that you could have stopped? That thought kept you up at night. Then it branched out, spread like an infection. What if, just by being there, you changed everything? The game was based on a future that someone saw. What if that future was changing more and more with each second you were with Joel and Ellie? What if you caused things to deviate so much that you got one of them killed? Or both of them? What if it was left up to you to keep Ellie safe? What if Ellie dies because of you? It was all too much for you to take.

After a while passed in silence, Joel gently lay his hand on your shoulder. "What's going on in that beautiful head of yours? Talk to me."

"I…I need to leave Joel. If I stay I could get you or Ellie killed." Heartbreak laced your tone.

"I could get me or Ellie killed. He'll, chances are Ellie will be the death of me. Whether by running off and getting into trouble or her attitude, I don't know." He leaned on the railings next to you, looking out onto the deserted motel parking lot.

"Joel. I'm not joking!"

"Neither am I."

"The game in my world is one possibility of your future. What if me being here changes that? What if I change what happens and you get hurt?"

Joel cupped your face in both of his hands. Flashes of raw emotion crossed his face before he setted on a smile. "What if you change it for the better?" 

The kiss he pulled you into was all consuming. It pulled you out of everything. Out of your head until all you could think about was Joel.

A dull thud from inside broke you two apart. Ellie's face was in the window. Giving it a hard tug, she slid it open."Sorry. I knocked over a lamp. Anyway I'm going to my bedroom on the opposite side to yours. With me headphones in so I won't be able to hear any…stuff."

"Ellie! There won't be anything to hear." Joel authorities tone was undercut by the blush of his cheeks.

"Do you need one of Bill's magazines to remind you how to…?" Ellie had the good sense to retreat as she made that comment. 

The two of you laughed, when it petered out there was a comfortable silence. Joel had made you feel comfortable since the moment you met him. Tugging the lapels of his jacket, he pulled you in for another kiss. Just a soft, fleeting touch of his lips. 

"Come on. Let's get you inside." 

Joel went around securing the room, some previous occupant had already done a pretty good job. Ellie was already asleep when he came to your room. 

"You alright? Do you need anything?" The room was relatively clean. It felt secure. The mattress on the floor could have been thicker but it was better than the floor. 

"I'm okay. I don't think I need anything." One thing did occur to you. The comfort that Joel brought. "Can you sleep in here?" Joel had planned to sleep on the sofa in the living room. 

The room you were in was at the end of the first floor. Ellie's room was on the outside, the windows were all barricaded. The window of your room was right next to the front door. It would be safe enough for him to sleep in here. More importantly, he wanted to be in here with you. It had been a long time since had let himself want anything.

He let that want reach out for you. He kissed like you were the last good thing in this world. His hands trembled as he he used them to memories your curves. Nothing good lasts in the world. Joel understood your fears about getting him hurt. He carried the same one's about you. Was it him that was keeping you trapped here? He saw the weird energy snapping around you when Henry had his gun pointed at him. He saw you take a breath and it dissipated. It was something he was going to have to face but not right now. Not with you, warm and eager under his touch. Not while cock swelled so quickly at your soft gasps.

"Can I touch you?" His warm breath tickled the hairs on your neck as he kissed up it. 

Your breathless reply of "God, yes." pulled a chuckle from him. 

His wide palm slid down across your stomach until his fingers smoothed across your pubic hair. Suddenly, thoughts of your personal grooming invaded your head. It's been a while since I neatened up. The man lives in the apocalypse. I'm sure he's seen worse on other women. I wonder how many? Will I compare…ooh. 

Joel's finger tips parted your folds. They found the slick gathered at your entrance before spreading it around. He lightly traced your lips to warm you up, before seeking out your clit. Softly circling it until he was satisfied, he dipped his fingers lower, finding you open for him. Two thick fingers searched for your sweet spot as his thumb swiped your clit. There was nothing else you could think of in the world. No one had ever touched you like this. It was perfect. He was perfect.

Your shoulders lift off the thin mattress as your orgasm rolls through you. Turning your body towards the source of your pleasure, you covered your mouth with Joel's broad shoulder to muffle the sounds. When he didn't stop his movements, making every delicious feeling even more intense you bit down on the soft flannel of his shirt. The europhia caused you to giggle uncontrollably.

"Better?" Joel asked, kissing your temple. Easing his hand out from between your legs, he did your jeans back up. Then he pulled you closer. Close enough for you to feel him heavy against your thigh. 

"Much. Do you want me to…?" Your fingers traced the outline of him straining against his denim while stifling a yawn.

"Not tonight. You just sleep." 

#the last of part 1 #the last of us au #pedro pascal character fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you

[gracefulsunflower]

CONTRARY - FINN SHELBY X READER; PART 33

PUBLISHED: 05/07/2022

Part 1

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READER'S POV

Saoirse trotted downstairs, and came to a stop in front of the roaring fireplace, between Finn and I in our armchairs. She shifted restlessly from foot to foot. Finn Junior came up and rubbed against her legs.

"What's up?" Finn asked her tenderly, setting down his newspaper and watching as she fiddled with the hem of her dress.

"Well — I've been to sleepovers at all of my friends houses, but none of them have been to a sleepover here. Can I have one here, for my birthday next week?" Saoirse asked, swaying from side to side.

Birthday. She was turning eight. My little sister, the one who's nappies I used to change, was turning eight. Part of me refused to believe it.

"Sure." I replied unsurely, side-eyeing Finn, hoping he would catch the hesitation in my tone.

"I can't see why not." He added, which made Saoirse grin and run back upstairs.

"Finn you bastard, you should've said no!" I hissed quietly as I went and sat on the arm of his chair so I could speak softly, without fear of Saoirse hearing me.

"Why? Surely kids'll be able to come." He reasoned, placing his free hand on the small of my back, making me sigh.

"Finn, you're the brother of the most feared men in Birmingham. And I'm your wife." I said matter-of-factly, "Surely you see why people would be hesitant to let their kids come here, especially overnight."

"I know they'd be hesitant. We'd be able to get some of her friends to come here somehow." Finn replied, taking a sip of his whiskey.

"How? Rocking up at their houses and saying 'Your child is coming to Saoirse's sleepover by order of the Peaky fucking Blinders!'" I snapped, and Finn made a face that told me he agreed entirely with my stupid suggestion.

"No, Finn, we're not going to order kids to come have a sleepover! Use your common sense!" I barked then pinched his ear, making him yelp.

Serves him right for being an idiot.

"Well what about Lynn and the rest of the girls? They can put in good words for us, can't they?" He pointed out, and I suddenly felt bad for thinking of him as an idiot.

"Let's have a piss up with them and their blokes, at the Garrison or somewhere else, and everyone can see it. They'll ask about us, and they'll tell them good things. Hopefully." Finn said, and I nodded.

"Hilda can probably put in good word too, she has influence. I'll ask if I can help her with a bake sale, sell some of my stuff at her stall." I added, knowing the power her baking skills held over the women of Small Heath.

Along with having bake sales every Thursday afternoon, she also ran a book club which met every Tuesday afternoon, and went to Church every Sunday, as well as playing netball every Saturday and attending netball practice on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoons. How she found the time to do all that with her job at the factory and with her rambunctious daughter, I'd never know.

•••

I put the finishing touches on the icing on top of Saoirse's cake as Finn finished organising the last lolly platter. Today was the day. My baby sister turned eight.

We woke her up with breakfast in bed, and a decorated house. We put streamers damn near everywhere, balloons everywhere, and a banner along the wall of the living room that said 'Happy Birthday Saoirse'. She loved it all, nearly too excited to open her presents.

Saoirse's big present from us was in the back yard, meaning that we had to keep her towards the front of the house so she didn't see it.

Her little presents we allowed her to open. I had gotten her netball shoes (she played in the junior games, alongside Daisy, who she had become fast friends with), new clothes and hair ribbons, and new books. Finn had also gotten her new clothes (we went shopping together so we weren't doubling up on anything), a new bracelet, a pair of (faux) pearl earrings because she was forever asking to wear mine, and some new toys. Together, along with her big gift, we got her a new silver heart locket with a picture of our Shelby-Gold-Jesus family on one side, and her mother on the other.

Other people had been dropping off their presents for her all throughout the day.

We weren't going to have a party, decided by Saoirse, only a dinner with family and friends, then a sleepover. Rose made a tradition that started with Ezzie and kept it going with the rest of us that we never entertained other people on our birthday, only having parties and sleepovers and other things if we wanted to. Our birthdays were our days, no one else's. We could do whatever we wanted, on our birthdays.

I loved that rule, because Marian had always forced me to have a party every year that I lived with her. I hated every single one of them.

I was slightly happy that Saoirse didn't want a party, because there would be a lot of people there. My family always had a lot of people at the birthday parties, and that amount would only grow with the gaggle of friends Saoirse had made.

If Saoirse was going to be like the rest of us, she would only have an eighteenth. I was yet to have mine. Ezzie had an eighteenth, but she was asleep by midnight, everyone else still partying on. Bonnie's eighteenth carried on for a week, and it was only at the end of that week long bender that we were all sober enough to realise that Bonnie was MIA. It turns out that he ended up halfway across the country with a few mates.

I snorted at the memory, making Finn look at me in confusion, momentarily stopping his walk over to the table with the lollies.

I waved for him to keep going, then placed the cake in the fridge.

The dogs started barking, making me look out of the kitchen window. Ada and Karl had just arrived in Ada's car. The first of Saoirse's guests for the sleepover. She only had Daisy left to come, but her and Hilda lived only a five minute drive up the road, it wasn't like they were going to be late.

"It's Ada," I announced, heading out of the kitchen, through the living room and mudroom, opening the front door.

"Aunt (Y/N)!" Karl said happily, racing up the path to meet me, hugging me.

I returned the hug, then he wiggled out of my grip and ran to Finn, then inside to Saoirse, who was doing a puzzle on the floor in front of the bay window.

Ada came up the walkway, a present under each arm.

"The boy's bag is in the backseat of the car, I'll grab it after Saoirse opens our presents," Ada said, making me nod.

"I'll grab it," Finn offered, passing her on the stairs and jogging down to the car.

"One present from each of us," She told me, adjusting them under her arms as we headed inside, Daisy, Duke, and Tuck following us.

I heard Finn come back inside, the door shutting behind him. He went and placed Karl's bag on the couch, then came back over to me, standing behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist, laying his cheek on top of my head. My hands came up and rested on top of his.

"Happy birthday, little miss!" Ada greeted Saoirse, and Karl hopped up, coming over to grab his present from under his mum's right arm, then turned and faced Saoirse.

"From me," He declared as she came over and grabbed the present, which was a long, rectangular shaped box.

I could hear something rattle softly when she took the present from Karl. She looked at me, and I nodded, then she gently undid the white bow, then carefully stripped the box of the blue wrapping paper. She was one of those people who hated ripping wrapping paper, because people took so long and put so much care into wrapping stuff, a trait she got from Dad. Under the wrapping paper was a cardboard box. She took the lid off to reveal a sky blue soprano ukulele with a black outline of a butterfly on the front, under the bridge and to the right.

"Oh, thank you!" She squealed, putting the box on the floor then pulling Karl into a tight hug.

The boy hugged her back, laughing. My heart melted at the pair.

"Look on the back of it," Ada advised, and Saoirse quickly stepped away from Karl and grabbed her ukulele by the neck, gently lifting it out of the box.

She flipped it so the back was facing up, and ran her finger along it. I could see some gold wording glint under the light.

"To my best friend Saoirse, from Karl, with love," She read, and looked at Karl.

"Thank you. Truly," She said softly, and you could tell she meant it.

Karl just replied with 'S'Alright'.

"Aren't they the cutest," I mused, and Ada nodded, Finn humming in agreement.

"They make me want to have another one," Ada admitted, watching as Saoirse tuned her ukulele.

"One couldn't hurt us, aye (Y/N)?" Finn asked, making Ada look at us in surprise.

I knew he was joking. We didn't feel ready for a baby yet, although I doubt we ever would. No one truly feels ready for a baby.

"You have one before you turn eighteen and I'll strangle you and my brother with the umbilical cord," Ada threatened, but there was no malice behind her words, just worry.

"I don't plan on having one anytime soon," I reassured her, and she relaxed her posture, nodding.

"Here, Sersh, come look at what Ada's got for you," I called out, and Saoirse bounded over, handing her ukulele Karl to hold.

She took the very medium sized box from Ada, and her eyebrows scrunched together.

"It's — heavy," Saoirse said, sounding surprised.

Karl bounced on his heels, waiting for her to open it.

Saoirse painstakingly unwrapped this present, and gasped. It was a light blue jewellery box, painted to look like a cloudy blue sky, a butterfly on the top of the lid. She opens it, and it immediately started chiming, playing a tinkly tune.

"Oh, it has a butterfly and it spins!" Saoirse gasped, flipping the box around to show us.

"Finn told me that he was going to get you jewellery, so I decided to get you something to put it in," Ada explained, and Karl tapped the back of it.

Saoirse tilted the box so she could see what he was tapping it for.

"To darling Saoirse. The sky is the limit. From Ada dearest," Saoirse recited the words on the back, and grinned at Ada.

"Thanks, A," Saoirse said, then started fiddling around with the key on the back as the song stopped.

"Why don't you go put your jewellery box upstairs, then we can go and look at your new present in the backyard?" Finn suggested as he stepped away from me, and Saoirse nodded, running upstairs.

"Don't run on those stairs!" I hollered after them, even though it would have fallen on deaf ears.

"Have you made dinner yet?" Ada asked as I lead her and Finn outside.

"No, starting it as soon as Saoirse sees her present," Finn replied, then turned back down the hallway, "Karl, you cover her eyes, this is going to be a great fucking surprise!"

"Stop swearing at the kids," I chastised Finn, swatting him on the arm.

He just chuckled in response as the kids came down the hallway, Karl obeying Finn's orders, his hands securely over Saoirse's eyes, the pair giggling as they walked.

Karl's jaw dropped as he saw Saoirse's present.

"She can look now," Finn told his nephew, and he quickly let his arms hang by his side, uncovering Saoirse's eyes.

Her brown eyes went wide with shock as she laid her gaze on her new, baby blue playhouse, and play equipment. The playhouse itself was two story, with a cute little picket fence front yard, with a toy kitchen and dining room down the bottom, and a bedroom up the top. The bedroom itself held a daybed with a metal frame that made it look like a couch, a privacy screen, a full body mirror, and a trunk full of dress up clothes.

The play equipment was brown, the wood unpainted, but the accessories were dark blue. On the left side of the sky loft was monkey bars, which connected up with the sky loft, so you could land on the floor of the loft. The sky fort had a bench underneath, and a patch of grass next to it. The sky loft itself was empty. A set of steep stairs was connected to the back of it, with blue railings to help climb up it. At the front of the sky loft, connected to it, was a climbing wall and a slide. Then, to the right of the sky loft was a lookout (which was accessible from the inside of the loft). The bottom of the lookout was attached to the beam that held the swings. We had two slings swings, one horse gilder swing, and one nest swing. The beam holding up the swings was metal, painted to look like wood, so I didn't have to worry about the beam collapsing.

We decided to get her play equipment because she only had 'inside ' stuff, no outside stuff. The house was big enough for her to have play dates inside but it got stale eventually.

"That's the best present a big brother and a big sister could ever give!" Saoirse screeched, coming over and hugging Finn and I quickly.

"I love it! Karl, come down the slide with me!" Saoirse demanded, grabbing the boys hand and leading him to the play equipment, making us laugh.

I heard a sniffle to my left, and looked over at Finn, who was rubbing his eyes.

"You okay, darling?" I asked, feeling concerned for my husband.

"She called me her brother," Finn mumbled, cheeks going red, and I gave him a soft smile, reaching up and brushing away a stray tear on his cheek.

"She loves you, you know," I replied softly, turning back to the kids and placing my head on his shoulder.

"We both do," I added, moving my head to look up at him, just in time to catch the ends of his lips quirk up.

•••

THIRD PERSON'S POV

The Golds (bar you and Saoirse), the Shelbys (bar Finn and Karl), The Jesuses, Johnny Doggs and his brood, Charlie Strong, Curly, and Hilda had not long ago finished dinner, then the rest of the guests went back to their houses, having spent the afternoon with Saoirse.

You sat in Finn's rocking chair, watching as Daisy, Karl, and Saoirse played with Saoirse's new toys, now dressed up with outfits from the dress up chest. They had dressed up the cat and the dogs too. You had also been roped into dressing up, putting your wedding dress on, as well as a pair of wings from Saoirse's dress up chest, borrowing a stick from the garden outside and wrapping some streamers around it. You made a damn good faerie if you did say so yourself.

Finn was currently in the office, doing something for Tommy, which annoyed you slightly. Tommy couldn't even respect the fact that it was Saoirse's birthday.

"Faerie godmother (Y/N)! Make Finn come out here and play dress up with us," Saoirse demanded, making you snort.

"Oh, my dearest goddaughter, princess Saoirse, I don't believe I'll be able to pull the noble Mr Shelby from his work," You sighed theatrically, throwing the back of your palm onto your forehead to add a dramatic effect.

The children giggled at your antics.

"Well, if you can't pull him away from work, maybe we should," Daisy suggested, fiddling with the tail on the dinosaur one piece she was wearing, making the rest of the kids cheer.

"Chivalrous knight Karl, lead us on this journey!" Saoirse commanded, and Karl hopped up from his spot on the floor, then helped the girls up, leading them to the office.

You followed them, intrigued about what was going to happen.

Karl knocked on the door, and Finn called out 'come in'. Karl swung the door open, and the trio entered the office. You came to stand in the doorway, leaning against the door jamb with your arms crossed.

"Finn, you've got to come play dress up with us." Saoirse ordered, looking at the man sat at the table.

Finn sighed, rubbing his temples. You frowned at the sight of your obviously stressed husband.

"Sersh, he's busy, come on," You said, getting ready to usher the kids from the room.

"No, no. I'll come out and play, just give me a few seconds to pack up," Finn reassured your sister, finally looking up from the papers that littered his desk.

He walked around his desk, and rubbed his knuckles against her cheek affectionately.

The children cheered and ran past you, back down the hall to the living room. Your husband came over to you, leaning down and planting a kiss on your lips.

"You sure you're okay to play dress ups? There's cupcakes in the oven, I'll remind them of those, they'll forget all about it," You told your husband, who shook his head, walking back over to his desk.

"I'll be fine," He replied, gathering all of the papers and putting them into the file they belonged in, then placing that file into the bottom drawer and locking the drawer.

He looked back over at you, taking in the sight of you in your wedding dress, hair loose and over your shoulder. You looked gorgeous. An absolute vision.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," You teased your husband, gave a boyish grin in reply.

"A picture wouldn't be able to hold a candle to the real deal," Finn said cheekily, making your cheeks flush.

"Finn! Hurry up!" Saoirse commanded from the living room, and you and your husband headed down the hallway to them.

"I'm here," Finn announced as he stepped through the doorway, and immediately got a clown costume thrown his way.

"Go put that on, then we're going to paint nails," Saoirse informed him.

"Yes boss," Finn replied with a grin, then headed back down the hallway to the bathroom.

"(Y/N), come sit. Karl's got to do your nails, then you do Daisy's, then she does Finn's, and Finn does mine. I've already done Karl's nails," Saoirse explained, and Karl showed you his orange nails.

"They look very nice," You complimented as you went and sat in front of Karl, who was already opening a yellow bottle of nail polish.

Smart boy.

Finn entered the living room, his curly hair ruffled by the clothes he had taken off and the costume he had put on. You bit back a laugh as you looked at your husband.

Saoirse explained the nail polish order to him, and he sat in front of Daisy, who gave him a set of immaculately painted hot pink nails.

As Finn blew on his nails to dry them quicker, you couldn't resist a laugh at your husband. Daisy then scolded you for not paying attention to her nails, and you hurriedly went back to painting her nails red. Once you had finished her nails, you got up to check on the cupcakes.

As soon as you walked through the doorway to the kitchen you heard the timer you set go off with a 'ding!'

You got the cupcakes out of the oven, and placed them onto a cooling rack. You placed three cupcakes onto a tea towel, then hid the bundle in the pantry, and headed back to the living room, cooling rack in your hands.

"Alright, you lot, let's head up to Saoirse's room and settle down. We can eat the cupcakes once they've cooled down." You announced, and the kids started to move upstairs.

You noticed how sluggish they seemed, but you knew they'd get second wind once they ate the cupcakes.

"I'll start popping balloons," Finn told you, and you nodded, then headed upstairs, being careful not to drop any cupcakes.

"Hey, (Y/N), can you braid our hair?" Saoirse asked as you sat the cupcakes on the foot end of her bed.

You heard Finn popping a balloon already.

"Yeah, I can," You answered, kicking a balloon out of your way.

Daisy and Duke didn't seem bothered by the balloons, to your surprise.

"Want Finn to pop these balloons or leave them?" You questioned, gathering all of the balloons on her floor near the door.

"Pop those ones," Saoirse decided, and you kicked them out into the hallway and shut the door.

Karl handed you the brush, comb, and hair ribbons. You thanked the boy, and started with Saoirse's hair first, doing twin French braids.

"Want the same ones as her?" You asked Daisy, and she shrugged.

You decided to go the same as Saoirse's. Once she was done, you told the kids they could have their cupcakes. They all got three each. They ate their cupcakes in silence as they struggled to stay sitting upright. You chuckled at the trio. Once they were done, you tucked them into Saoirse's bed, then turned on her nightlight, and left the room, cooling rack in hand.

You shuffled along the hall, kicking all of the balloons in the upstairs hall down the stairs, where your husband was having a spot of fun stabbing them to pop them. You grabbed all of the streamers that were in the upstairs hallway, and ambled downstairs and into the kitchen, washing everything up, then sitting them on the drying rack. By the time you were done, Finn had started pulling the streamers down. You pulled down the ones in the kitchen and the downstairs hallway, then placed them on your armchair, Finn doing the same. Once you were done the streamers, you pulled down the banner, carefully folding it up.

Finn felt slightly disappointed that there were no more cupcakes left, but no matter. Saoirse had a good day and that was all that mattered.

"We've three cupcakes to share," You informed your husband, making him grin as you lead him into the kitchen and into the pantry.

You grabbed the tea towel and unfolded it, giving your husband a cupcake and devouring your own. Finn wasted no time eating his. When you reached for the last one, you heard the kitchen door swung open, making you freeze.

"I'm not sharing a cupcake with a child half my size," Your husband whispered as you stood up, handing him the tea towel and cupcake.

"Shut up," You hissed, but he words held no malice.

You exited the pantry, and found Daisy there, looking very tired.

"Thirsty," She mumbled, and you got her a bottle of milk from the fridge, telling her to take it up to Saoirse's room so none of them had to come back downstairs.

She did what you asked, and you headed back into the pantry, where Finn was in the process of splitting the cupcake in half.

"You can have the big half if you give me a kiss," Finn offered with a smirked.

You rolled your eyes, smiling softly, and placed a chaste kiss on your husband's lips.

"I would have kissed you anyway," You told your husband, who grinned.

"I would have given you the big half anyway," He replied, making you smile at him.

"To a successful sleepover!" You declared quietly, holding your cupcake half in the air.

Finn did the same, and you started giggling again.

As you sat in the pantry in your wedding dress, your husband in a clown outfit, the pair of you giggling into the night you decided that life, as this very moment, was good.

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Hungry for Help (Ch2)

Characters: David Jeremiah Jones, Kailin Stanford, GPD, CC suspects

Relationships: June/Jones (complicated)

Warnings: Swearing, somebody got drunk from grief and is being a dumbass, mentions of starvation, someone crying

Kailin and Jones just wants to find the killer asap and get this over with.

-

"It's June we're talking about!" Kailin did hang out with June a few times to know he would never be a killer.

"He would kick ass. I'm not saying he'd kill someone though." Jones never wanted to see his partner kill someone. "Plus, I'm a little scared for him and I think that maybe he's not in the best condition... God, why did I leave him alone."

"You left him alone in his house?!"

"He said he wanted to be alone! He didn't even want me to be there for long."

"Fuck it, we might as well check on him. And I think we should have another look in the carwash..."

"Alright, I'll drop you off at the carwash and walk on on over to June's house. Thankfully, both places not that far."

"Sounds like a deal." And with that, the two left.

-

Jones and Kailin were off. Kailin went to the carwash as Jones went over to June's place.

Kailin looked through the office and found a board full of addresses. She searched for Sheng's address. "In the apartments? Could be helpful."

"Why hello, little fella! Mind telling me why you're in my office?"

Kailin looked behind her to find Jack. "I'm uh... Temporary Officer Kailin. I'm on the case about a Sheng Shiloh."

"Aw yeah, your friend came over here and I told him about the last time he was here."

Kailin thought hard. "What was your relationship with Sheng? Were you guys close?"

Jack answered with no hesitation. "He and I were pals. He only came here a month ago and we became full buddies! If it weren't for the system, I'd make him employee of the month... too bad that ain't never happening now."

"... Right. Well, I got his address so... have a nice day."

-

Jones made it to June's place in the apartment buildings and use the spare key he gave to him.

As he opened the door, he noticed the room was empty.

"June? I know thing are... pretty bad right now... but I need, NEED your help on this case. It's only just this case, don't worry. I promise, if you just answer my questions, I'll leave."

...No answer.

"...June?"

He walked in, hoping he was okay. Then he heard giggling from the bedroom.

"... June?"

He hurried into the bedroom, only to end up... embarrassed.

June was alright physically. Not with his emotional state though. Next to him were 2 bottles of strawberry wine and playboy magazines as he layed in bed reading one of them in his green shorts and blue tank top. Not only that, he seemed in a silly goofy mood.

Holy shit. He was drunk. Again.

"JUNE! WHAT THE HELL!" Jones couldn't help but feel,embarrassed for this idiot. Sure, his brother just died, but there could have been another way to go about this.

"David!!! I'm so *urp!* happy to see you! <3<3" June tossed the magazine to the side and stood up. Not straight enough, though. (Literally)

"Oh my fucking God, you are such a moron sometimes. I CAN'T EVEN INTERROGATE YOU NOW, DUMBASS!" Jones raced over to June as he was trying to balance. June looked up and down at Jones and said this:

"Can you handle my weak legs, David? Cuz I would have fallen for you if you didn't catch me..."

"Oh my God. June. You're clearly not in a state to even do anything. You're drunk."

"Baby, all these bottles and I still need a sip of you."

"BRO."

Little did Jones know, Kailin was watching this from the door of June's bedroom.

"WHAT IS GOING ON 💀"

"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT! HE'S DRUNK!"

"DRUNK IN LOVE FOR YOU, SWEETIE 😋"

"Lmao I gotta take a pic of this."

"NO! NO. NO. I- June. June. You're clearly not in the right mind to be interrogated, so I'm just... gonna have someone over and... keep watch over you."

"Best we could do-"

"NO! NO, DON'T LEAVE ME! DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE SHENG DID, PLEASE...." June embraced Jones and wanted to hug Kailin, but she was too far away. "Please, don't leave me like Sheng an- and Remise and Howie- Howard!" And mom and Calvin and- and... I don't know man, just please! Don't leave...." June started to cry as he held onto Jones.

Jones started to feel really bad as he remembered why June got drunk today. He held June in a warm embrace. "I just have to investigate your brother's murder, okay? But for right now, I'm gonna send someone over to watch you. We'll stay with you until they come."

June calmed down and looked at Jones with heartbreak and pain in his amber eyes. His scars madee him look more beau- sad. Just. Sad.

"Kailin, call Nathan to have him take care of June. I'm gonna try to get him to go to sleep."

-

Nathan stayed with June, who was sounded asleep from his headache and sadness. He didn't seem to have a problem with it anyway.

Jones and Kailin continued their investigation by heading to Sheng's apartment which, was far from June's place and from GPD.

They explained to the office why they were there and got free access anytime.

"So... wanna explain about uh..." Kailin was referring to what happened back at June's place.

"Sometimes he drinks because he's frustrated (mostly from work or Frincley) and then he goes in some lovey dovey mood because of how the taste of strawberry wine is. He usually would drink like one glass which was ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY enough for him. But this case... may have hit him hard. And until he's sober, we're just gonna have to wait."

Kailin checked her photos as they entered Sheng's appartment. They looked around for clues. "Hey, old man, I found this bat w/ some blood! This might be what was used to hit Sheng!"

Jones turned to Kailin. "Ok, first of all, don't call me that, second of all, you should find some sample off of that. Here." Jones handed the sampler to Kailin. "And when you're done, hold onto that so that we can give it to Grace later. Meanwhile, I'm gonna search through this book, it seems to hold photos of when Sheng came to Grimsborough."

Jones looked through the pages.

June 21, 2014 - came to Grimsborough w my girlfriend !

"21st of last month. I'm really sorry, man."

June 23 - I got a temporary job here. The boss and I are good friends!

"So the boss was telling the truth." Kailin peeked over Jones's shoulder.

June 24 - woah! I see GPD and my brother's here ! Hi June!

"He would have loved to see you again..." Jones and Kailin felt bad. They continued the page.

June 26 - Quinn and I managed to earn the money to where it's enough for him to work at the park to sell ice cream! I really oughta visit him, he's a cool dude!

"Quinn? QUINN STAVES!" Kailin yelled loud enough to where she almost destroyed Jones's ear.

"Ay! Watch it! Do you know him?"

"Yeah! This guy sells ice cream everywhere at the park where Sheng was murdered! He might have seen something if he was there!"

"Then maybe we should go back to the park and see he's there."

"What about this book, what do we do with this?"

Jones looked at the book and thought. "We'll hang on to this till the end of the case. And then, we'll give it to June once this case is over."

-

After sending the blood sample to Grace, Jones and Kailin made it to the park and that's when Jones's phone started to ring. "Sorry, let me get this." He picks up and sees it's the chief. "Hello?"

"Jones! How could you let June find out about his brother's death?! I called Nathan asking where he was and said that the maniac's drunk and is asleep from the incident!"

"Calm down, Chief. We didn't think he'd find out. He must have been informed or may have eavesdropped."

"Well, harm is all done now. Did you guys find anything?! Leads, samples, anything?!"

"We sended a sample to Grace and we're actually about to talk to a suspect." Kailin spoke up for Jones. "Should be enough to help us."

"Well, get to it! Find the killer for June and Sheng!" He hung up.

Kailin managed to spot the ice cream man at the park. He had green eyes, shaved brown hair and freckles coming out of his face. "Ay, Quinn Staves! Don't move, we have questions for you!"

Quinn looked up from his cart and spotted the two officers heading towards him. "Hello! Would you guys like some ice cream! We have mango, strawberry, coconut, mint, bubblegum and cotton candy! Sorry, I don't really have watermelon right now. But I'm working on bringing it back!"

"Dang it." Kailin whispered under her breath. "I'll just have the cotton candy mixed with bubblegum." She pulled out her wallet.

Jones was more focused on the case. "We're here because a man was left to die here yesterday night. Have you seen anything, recently."

"Not really. I'm more focused on my business than what's going on around me. Here you go, young lady, that will be $2.50." He handed the ice cream to Kailin.

"Well, Sheng would have loved to see your business grow."

"SHENG'S DEAD?! SHENG SHILOH?! Man... he and I were two pals in a pea. I used to work at the carwash with him. He and I would support eachother."

"His boss seemed to have favored him more. Did jealousy get to you?"

"Jealous? I supported my man if anything! He was the best guy around. Sure, his girlfriend and him had their ups and downs, but I wouldn't blame him. She's been reading playboys and drinking wine lately. Obviously a whore."

"Sure, maybe we'll... not call her that. But thanks anyway." With that, Jones and Kailin left.

As they headed back to GPD to wait for Grace, Jones had more thoughts racing. "I feel like maybe we'll have to question his girlfriend at some point. She seems to really have had a complicated relationship with Sheng."

"Maybe. But right now, we should head on back. ...Is June gonna be okay? As much as it was funny to watch him drunk, it's really sad."

"Oh, now you're worried about him?" Jones said with a teasing smirk. "I thought before you said 'No! I'm never getting attached to anyone here! Bleh!'"

"Shut up, asshole, you were being lovey dovey while having June fall asleep. Caressing his head and whispering to him. Wanna explain?? 📷"

"PUT THAT CAMERA AWAY! MATTER OF FACT, LET ME GO THROUGH IT!"

"No!"

-

In Grace's lab layed the blood sample of all their answers.

"So, I have found that the killer has orange or amber eyes. I couldn't tell which, but I managed to run blood tests to show what the eyes can see."

"Tha- thanks, Grace."

"Something the matter, Kailin?"

"June... fits most of the description..."

"Not all of it." Jones butted in. "He doesn't own a white shirt."

"How do you know??"

"He says it makes his... breasts show."

Suddenly laughter shotted in the air from Kailin and Grace.

"Of course he would say that 😭😭😭"

-

"So our killer wears a white shirt, drinks wine, has amber or orange eyes and... reads playboys. Got everything?"

"Yep." Jones nodded as he filled the killer's description in his notebook. "Now we just need to-"

"OFFICERS! OFFICERS! HELP! THEY'RE GONNA RUIN EVERYTHING!!"

Quinn ran into the room like a maniac. Kailin quickly rushed to him. "Hey, asshole! What's your problem?!"

"You might wanna reword that, Kailin." Jones patted her on the shoulder. "Is everything okay, Mr. Staves?"

"SOMEONE DAMAGED MY CART! GET THEM!!"

Ch2 End

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Chapter Four

Marigold

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader

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"Here ya go," Atsumu says with a smile as you sit behind his wood kitchen table. "A hot bowl of ramen just for you." Of course, he says it with such a warm smile like he always does. You'd smile back if you weren't so worried.

"Thanks," you reply quietly as he sits across from you.

His house is substantially smaller than Osamu's, but it's cozier. Even though you're both on opposite sides of the table, you feel so close to him.

"Have you heard anything?" you ask as you stir the hot noodles.

"Oh? You want to talk about it," he responds, surprised that you want to talk.

"I just want to know if you've heard something. I want news, anything, even if it's bad," you admit to him.

"Well I'm not sure about that but I did get a call from Kita while you were on your way here. He said to watch you and he'll take care of the rest so I'm assuming he's got it under control..." he says sadly, disappointed that he's left in the dark, too.

You nod at his answer. "Thanks, Atsumu. I'm sorry for putting you out like this."

"Don't worry about it," he shakes his head, "but there is one little thing I forgot to tell you..."

You look at him curiously and see a look of guilt spread across his face. Suddenly, your attention is stolen when you hear a noise from far away. The sound of a toilet flushing and feet shuffling towards the room you're in.

"Atsumu?" a woman's voice calls out. "Are you in the kitchen?"

"I've, uh, got company," he chuckles awkwardly.

You're completely shocked, your eyes wide as you look between him and the hallway. Your friend Momoiro steps into the room only dressed in a t-shirt too large for her. It's Atsumu's.

"Y/N!" she squeaks as her body tenses up. "I mean, Boss! What are you doing here?"

"Hey Momo," you say with a lopsided smile. "It's kind of a long story but I'm not here as your boss."

Atsumu stands up with his back straight as a nail. "I'll fill you in," he explains to her. "Y/N, do you want to shower or anything?"

Getting the hint, you stand up and agree. "That'd be great, thanks."

"There are some towels in there. Feel free to use whatever you want."

"Thanks again," you smile as you make your way past them. As you walk down the hallway, a sigh escapes from your lips. Just as your fingers reach the door, you stop to listen to the whispers from the kitchen. You can hear Atsumu explaining to Momoiro about the Osamu situation.

"And what about us?" she whispers nervously. "Now she knows the two of us are... you know, fucking!"

"So? She's your friend. I don't think she minds. She won't tell anyone." Atsumu reminds her.

"I know, you're right," she sighs. "Do you want me to go? You only have one bed after all. I don't think it'd be right for us to share it..."

Your whole body tenses up when you remember just how small Atsumu's house is compared to Osamu's. You've been here plenty of times but the one-bed situation completely skipped your mind. After all, you've never slept at his house before.

Atsumu is quiet for a moment as he thinks of his answer. "No,  Momo, of course you can stay. I'm not going to kick you out unless you want to go. The two of you can share the bed. I'll take the couch."

"Okay," she sighs. "I just hope she isn't mad."

"She won't be," he assures her. "I promise."

"Thanks, Tsumu. And I'm really sorry to hear about your brother."

When you get out of the shower, Atsumu is standing outside the door as if he was waiting for you to get out. Were you in there for too long?

"Oh! Y/N!" he remarks as though he wasn't expecting to see you. "I set up my bed. I figured I'd let you and Momoiro take it."

You smile softly as you let him show you to the room. When you walk in, Momoiro is fixing up the pillows on the bed. Jesus, were they really fucking right before you came over? That would explain why it smells a bit... odd in the room, but you don't say anything. 

"Thanks, you two," you smile at their generosity in changing their plans for you.

"No problem. I'm going to head to sleep. Have a good night, girls," Atsumu waves on his way to the door.

Once you and Momoiro are alone, you look at each other in quiet, awkward silence.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry. I know he's your boyfriend's brother, but-"

"So? You knew him before I started dating Osamu. Besides, Atsumu isn't mine so I don't mind it," you say with a reassuring smile.

"Well in that case," she sighs as she sits down on the bed. "Can I confide something to you?"

"What's going on?" you ask as you take the seat beside her on the quite comfortable and recently-made bed.

"I can tell he's still grieving over your brother's death. I know he's just using me to try to get over him," she admits quietly so Atsumu won't overhear.

"Kiyoomi's death was hard on all of us," you add as you look down at your hands in your lap.

Momoiro shakes her head. "No," she says as she opens Atsumu's nightstand and pulls out a black picture frame. She hands it to you. Beneath the glass is an image of Atsumu and Kiyoomi playing beach volleyball together.

"I didn't know Kiyoomi played," you tell her in a voice just barely audible.

"Yeah, he told me they've known each other for a long time, even before Atsumu joined the syndicate. He's liked Kiyoomi for a while but it seems as though it was unrequited. Or, at least, that's how Atsumu thinks of it since nothing ever happened between them."

"I had no idea..." you say as you hand her back the photo.

Momoiro places the frame back where she found it. "I feel sorry for Atsumu and because of that, I think I should stop hooking up with him. He needs to face the reality that Kiyoomi isn't here instead of hiding behind alcohol and well, me."

"He's got an odd way of grieving but it does make sense," you sigh. 

"Yeah. Guess it's kinda like rebounding," she nods as she fixes the glasses on her nose.

You smile softly as you wrap your hand around her head and gently lean her against your shoulder. "I"m sorry, Momo. You've liked him for a long time, haven't you?"

"To be honest, Y/N, I don't know anymore. I'm attracted to him but I just don't know how I feel," she whispers.

"Hey, you know what I think?" you grin. "Let's go grab a bottle from his kitchen and forget about it."

"That wouldn't be a smart idea at all," she says as she picks up her head. "Let's get it! I don't want to be a sad fuck all night!"

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"Oh God, Chip, I wish you weren't my brother so I could fuck you!" "I'll have a side order, ma'am." I felt like ... Winona Ryder. A woman more powerful than me?

She's.... discovered a lump. Chaos by Donna Karan. Bonus for you!

No one speaks of pavilions any more, and that saddens me.

"Come Back to the Five & Dime, Barbara Streisand, Barbara Streisand" "Look, nobody said it would be easy, being celebrity communists."

“It was a portrait Norman Rockwell forgot to paint.”

Someone's Mother Home Again in oils

Because I love to sit around my motel room after my show in my bra and panties and I'll say to somebody Get me a Remy Martin with a water back God damn it Thank you I know they like it and I do too

And she went down the stony end

I can recall to this day the thrill of knowing

When I was a little girl I used to go home for lunch every day -

My parents got divorced five years ago after 38 years of marriage -

My father's a proctologist my mother's an abstract artist

We went to the 1965 New York World's Fair in 1964

"But mister, if this is about Ishtar I'm getting up and walking out of here right now, because that's too self-indulgent for even me."

"Oh, my God... there must have been dust on those Mints..

Funny Girl was hot that year and I begged my father to take us to see it

"It was a portrait Norman Rockwell forgot to paint - 'Someone's Mother Home Again'... in Oils!"

"You know things are bad when you start resenting Linda Hunt. Oh, they found another project for her? I'm THRILLED."

"a range of spermicidal jams and jellies around The Area."

Babe, tonight in church in that Laura Ashley dress? You were magnificent. And thanks for helping me in the kitchen --don't know what I'd do without you, kitten.

"Somebody hands you a tambourine!"

In June, while promoting her show "Everything Bad & Beautiful," which stops at the Majestic Theatre on Friday, Bernhard appeared on "The View"

Remember, this was daytime talk show's old guard, but Meredith Viera had already jumped ship.

Barbara Walters brought up Laura Bush.

And Bernhard described the first lady's apathetic-seeming demeanor as being "heavily medicated."

And that's when co-panelist Elisabeth Hasselbeck flew into a neoconservative tizzy.

The clip should be immortalized on YouTube.

"I walked into the perfect storm. Star Jones knew she was getting fired, so she had her bone to pick. Elisabeth Hasselbeck was ramping up to become the right-wing spokesperson on the show: She thought it was the perfect opportunity for her to flex her political muscle. And without Meredith Viera, who was the only voice of reason, it was like — these chicks have gone fucking postal. But you know, it was perfect. I just laid back and watched the whole thing unfold without getting too involved."

Bernhard did try to defend herself — by mentioning that Laura Bush says nothing when her husband slashes education budgets.

But no one could hear the guest because Hasselbeck and Jones just talked right over Bernhard.

"Well, that's the problem. These chicks don't shut up. They're the worst possible example of why women shouldn't be in power positions — because nobody listens. They're like these harpy bitches, which has become second nature to that show."

After being banned in Dallas, SANDRA BERNHARD returns.

Our bomb-throwing provocateur on: being Natalie Maine’s neighbor, the chaos know as ‘The View,’ and how she and Jack E. Jett hope to seize the talk-show world By DANIEL KUSNER

Calling from her apartment in New York last week, Sandra Bernhard sounds almost chipper.

“I am,” she says. “So much to be chipper about. Just hanging out — waiting for my kid to get home from school.”

So if she’s in the Big Apple, that means that Dixie Chicks front woman, Natalie Maines, lives next door.

“When she’s here. Natalie is in Los Angeles most of the time now, because her husband [actor Adrian Pasdar] is on that show ‘Heroes,’” Bernhard explains.

Her mellow tone slightly shifts when comparisons are drawn between Maines and the last time Bernhard was scheduled to play Dallas: in 2002, during her post-9/11 “Hero Worship” tour.

Bernhard’s Gypsy Tea Room gig was abruptly yanked — along with a performance scheduled in San Antonio.

When the cancellations were announced, the lesbian performer says she was as surprised as ticket holders.

Bernhard says promoters in Bush’s “announced” home state got cold feet — that they were scared of providing a platform for her shoot-from-the-hip critiques on Orange Alerts and the countless fundraisers for victims of the World Trade Center bombings.

At the time, Maines, of course, was country music’s sacrificial lamb — the Texas sweetheart who spoke out against Bush’s escalation of U.S. troops in Iraq.

As the Bernhard and Maines children played together, the next-door-neighbors spent long hours discussing the culture of “Bush paranoia.”

“It has been the weirdest six years — especially if you’re trying to perform in a city like Dallas or you’re down in Texas. Like there’s been a kind of self-imposed censorship. But I feel a sea-change coming on — especially since the November elections,” Bernhard says.

Less than a year ago, she was still feeling the sting for making anti-Bush criticisms.

In June, while promoting her show “Everything Bad & Beautiful,” which stops at the Majestic Theatre on Friday, Bernhard appeared on “The View.” Remember, this was daytime talk show’s old guard, but Meredith Viera had already jumped ship.

Barbara Walters brought up Laura Bush.

And Bernhard described the first lady’s apathetic-seeming demeanor as being “heavily medicated.”

And that’s when co-panelist Elisabeth Hasselbeck flew into a neo-conservative tizzy.

The clip should be immortalized on YouTube.

“I walked into the perfect storm. Star Jones knew she was getting fired, so she had her bone to pick. Elisabeth Hasselbeck was ramping up to become the right-wing spokesperson on the show: She thought it was the perfect opportunity for her to flex her political muscle. And without Meredith Viera — who was the only voice of reason — it was like — these chicks have gone fucking postal. But you know, it was perfect. I just laid back and watched the whole thing unfold without getting too involved.”

Bernhard did try to defend herself — by mentioning that Laura Bush says nothing when her husband slashes education budgets.

But no one could hear the guest because Hasselbeck and Jones just talked right over Bernhard.

“Well, that’s the problem. These chicks don’t shut up. They’re the worst possible example of why women shouldn’t be in power positions — because nobody listens. They’re like these harpy bitches, which has become second-nature to that show.”

As for the new-and-improved version of “The View,” Bernhard is reluctant to sing Rosie O’Donnell’s praises.

“You must remember, for 10 years Rosie was in total denial — pretended to be something else. My hat is off to her in a certain way. But for somebody like me, who has walked the sexual line and been very forthright and hasn’t had anything handed to her, I’m not impressed,” Bernhard says. “I’ve always paid the price for being outspoken and completely being in everybody’s face: whether it was the gay community trying to make me their spokesperson; or the straight community saying I was too sexually ambiguous,” Bernhard continues. “In this day and age, it’s pretty easy to be outspoken — with all the blogging and shit. I like Rosie, but I don’t think she’s a revelation.”

Perhaps Bernhard will give Rosie a run for her money.

Bernhard’s Dallas visit will reunite her with Jack E. Jett, a gay bomb-thrower in his own right.

When production for Jett’s now-defunct talk show “The Queer Edge” moved from Haltom City to Burbank, Calif., Jett and Bernhard joined forces.

It was a potent and weird cocktail that worked — although no one in North Texas got to see the show, which aired on the QTV network.

But the twosome are trying to keep their chat-show dreams alive.

“We’re pitching the resurgence of our talk show. But won’t be called ‘The Queer Edge�� because we’re going to open it up to everybody. We’ve been spending some time together, finding producers who will take our project and get it set up. Places like Bravo,” she explains.

It’s been almost six years since Sandra Bernhard performed in Dallas.

I ask her if she’ll be doing anything special for the gig — in case North Texans should slap themselves silly if they miss it. And in true Bernhard style, she ends our interview with a threat.

“Oh, honey. Every time I walk onstage, it’s special. You all had better come out. The world has become so ‘American Idol,’ so cookie-cutter. Everybody is laying up on their asses at home — not supporting the great artists,” she says. “So you better get all the queens, the drag queens and dykes. If I do not see the place sold out, I will be readying everybody to filth.”

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Forging Ties - Chapter 27 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Skye lay on his back on the deck, saying 'no' and eventually just shaking his head with every place name Perry read out from one of the maps in the book full of maps that he had.

Skye kept expecting Perry to get frustrated with him for not being more helpful but he just kept going.

Skye shook his head to the latest thing Perry had read out and then hesitated as he realised it had nagged at his memory a little.

"Say that one again."

"Ridgeview High School?" Perry repeated.

"Oh," Skye said. "Maybe. Is there a school for little kids nearby?"

"There's one called Crestwood."

"Yes," Skye said. "I think that's it. I think that's where we were. I only went to school once but sometimes they'd talk about the schools and those were the names."

"That's on this side," Perry said. "The side we met."

"Oh," Skye said. "I went the wrong way. Maybe the friends of mine who weren't already dead could have found me if I'd gone the other way, but now they're all dead anyway."

"I'm sorry," Perry said. "I've lost friends, though not to death. It can hurt just as much as losing a member of your family."

"My friend who died on the mountain, his mum was where we were going. His Werewolf mum. If there are Werewolves who live there now like Slone, maybe...?"

"Are you wondering if she might have had other kids?"

Skye shrugged.

"I don't know if it even matters but..."

Perry nodded.

"Wait here."

Skye shut his eyes and stretched out in the sunshine.

He could do waiting. Maybe he would take a nap.

Skye had just drifted off when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

He yawned and cracked his eyes open, then sat up when Perry held out a plate of fish to him.

Slone was there too but Skye had eyes only for the fish.

"Thought you might be hungry," Perry said.

Slone sat down cross-legged on the deck.

"Perry said you were wondering if maybe someone you used to know has some relatives knocking about that I might know?"

Skye nodded as he chewed a mouthful of fish.

"Nim's mum but I don't know her name."

"Huh," Slone said. "D'you know what kind of wolf Nim was?"

"Um... black," Skye said. "Is that a type?"

"Yeah, sure," Slone said. "Well... hmm. My brother and his mum, they're both black wolves. I don't want to go running my mouth about things I might not know about but I can talk to them for you and see what they say."

"It probably doesn't even matter," Skye said. "I never even met Nim's mum and if she had more kids, they wouldn't have met him anyway. It doesn't really matter just because they're related to him. I don't even like my own relatives."

"Might not," Slone agreed. "But I reckon I'll look into it anyway because sometimes things matter more than they seem like they would."

Skye didn't know what that meant but he wanted to use his mouth for eating fish instead of talking, so he just nodded.

At least the fish was delicious.

********

Hamish lay on a bottom bunk in the berth, Aris held against his chest.

As babies went, she didn't cry much but she did like to be held.

Every part of her was so terrifyingly delicate, from her little hands and feet to the knubby little chicken wings on her back.

He had been feeding her with the formula Sera had brought him as often as she would take the bottle in the hopes that she would grow enough to be just slightly less fragile.

He heard someone enter the room and looked up to see Duran.

Duran offered him a smile and sat down on the floor next to the bed.

"How is she doing?"

"She seems content, so I guess she's good," Hamish said. "I'm going to be honest, when I picked up that egg, I was expecting a weird ostrich. Maybe even a cool dragon. Not a person. I always thought that accidentally becoming a father was one thing I'd never have to worry about."

"She is very cute, though."

"Yeah, that's how they get you. Sneaky little fucks."

"Well, whatever else happens, you did the right thing. You put her on a path that gave her the opportunity to hatch."

"You're right. I'm not going to start regretting that. I don't know if I'm the best person to raise her but I do know I'm going to make sure she's safe no matter what. Nobody's going to hurt my little plucked chicken baby."

"The wings do look rather unfortunate. I'm sure they'll be much more magnificent when her feathers come in."

"Honestly, I've seen weirder things since I agreed to let a cat teleport me away from my master. Looks don't seem to matter nearly as much on this side of the border, though."

"Oh yeah? There are still quite a few people who care that I'm human. I don't blame them but still."

"Well, then at least her chicken nubbins will prove she's not an icky human."

"True. I guess I could just ask Skye what she looked like as an adult, since apparently this little chicken nubbin is also some kind of immortal being but I'm not really that bothered. I'll love her just as much no matter what."

Duran leant his head to the side so that it rested against Hamish's shoulder.

"Good. I don't think anything matters as much as that. Just being loved and wanted. I never had that."

"Well, you do now, okay? I know that doesn't make up for not having your parents in your life but maybe it's something."

"Yeah," Duran said. "It's something."

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The End.

February 28th, 2022. I feel as if a chapter is ending. I just started the new one. I spent three days doing the things I used to do. I fucked up my shoulder in the pit in a basement in New Paltz on Friday night. I screamed and pushed and kicked and didn't cry.

I woke up Saturday sore, but ready to do it all again. I keep opening Instagram to a combination of anger and love. It hurts seeing what you should be doing if last summer went differently. But it happened and it sucked and even the good moments weren't worth it.

I drove by the rest area my first real boyfriend dumped me over Twitter DM at when I was 18. I don't encounter this area often but when I do, it's like that 18-year-old girl is still there stuck in her shock. Stuck in her pain. You only get that kind of love when you're young and stupid. I'll admit, I miss it sometimes, it was like something out of a movie. But love isn't a movie.

In 7 days it will be my 24th birthday. I am terrified. My 23rd birthday was the most bittersweet day of the year. Bittersweet isn't the right word though. Painful is.

It feels like I'm still in that day sometimes, I woke up early like I always do on my birthday. I had planned to see my Nanny, my aunt, and my dad during the day. I didn't see my dad but that was okay. I woke up to no birthday texts from my aunt or my dad. That's when I knew something was wrong.

I went to my Aunt's house to my Uncle being the only one there. He told me my Nanny was dying. I'm in shock. I'm still in shock. I want to see her and talk to her and hug her so bad. I want her to kiss my cheek and ask me to take her to get zippers for whatever baby sweater she's crocheting now.

I never had any grandfathers. They were never alive in my life so I only had my two grandmothers. This is kicking me in the stomach. Nanny was 93 years old. I rushed to the nursing home she had been in since September when she had a stroke and my aunt found her sitting on the couch covered in blood with a pool of blood on the floor as well. We'll never know what happened to Nanny that day. She had a stroke. I would visit her every day I wasn't working.

Covid had her nursing room on lockdown for almost a month, maybe it was more I can't remember - I just remember it being horrible.

During my visits, Nanny would have a round of questions she always asked. Are you working? Where are you working? Do you have a boyfriend? Yes. A few places. No. She asked me a few weeks prior the last question and I wanted to tell her about my love story, leaving out all the details that made it seem like I was being manipulated and abused. I'd talk about our first kiss when he took my breath away and how long we've known each other and all the nights on Skype. But that was half a decade ago and what I was getting now was not the same person as all those years ago.

My birthday. Back to my birthday. I had made plans to see him that night. We hadn't seen each other in nearly a year. He booked a hotel room. I was supposed to have a good birthday. But here I was staring at Nanny, tears in my eyes. She didn't look the same as she did a few days earlier.

The week prior she said something to me and my aunt that can only be described as eerie. She saw this face. She kept seeing this face that wasn't there. It felt like a bullet. But today she was barely conscious. I held her hand for a little bit. It hurt. I sat there for a little bit until my aunt asked me to bring her back home to get her car and come back. I remember saying bye to Nanny. I told her that I loved her and walked out with my aunt. It hurt.

I told him what was happening and I just needed that support. I stopped at my mom's house and told my brother. He was taken aback. I went back to my apartment and got on a silly little outfit. I needed to wear something that made me feel good. It was cold that day. I didn't care. I got in my car with all my things and drove. 2 hours. I got to him, got out of my car, and kissed him. I needed to kiss him more than anything. He held me for a moment. I felt okay for a second.

The entire evening we spent together I was terrified of getting the call. He kept me pretty calm. His intentions that day were so much like the first time around. He cared so much. I couldn't sleep much that night but sleeping next to him for the first time was peaceful. I kept tossing and turning and checking my phone every few minutes. Nothing. Silence. The silence was scarier. He woke up at some point and eventually calmed me down and held me til I fell asleep. At least I had this support tonight. Most nights it is just Jasper and I. I wish I could've brought Jasper to see Nanny. She would've loved to get to pet him and give him treats one last time. That's her great-grandkitty.

I woke up the next day. Nothing. Still silence. I was too scared to ask.;

I found out after my aunt and my dad were counting down the minutes to midnight hoping that she wouldn't die on my birthday.

I eventually kissed him goodbye and got in my car and drove home. I was exhausted. I kept trying to force myself to go back to the nursing home. I was too depressed. I fell asleep eventually. Between the physical and emotional pain, I was half alive. I get the call at 5:40pm. When I saw Aunt Eileen pop up on my phone my heart sank. I think I had tears before I answered.

The silence was over. There was an eerie sense of peace. Nanny was okay.

But I wasn't. I cried for hours. My mom called me to check in on me. I was still crying. She took me out to lunch a few hours earlier to try and calm me down. I couldn't be calm. This hurt.

So in one week, it will be one year since my 23rd birthday. It will be my 24th birthday. I am trying to stay positive and trying to make plans so I don't have to be sad on my birthday.

Between the memories of my abusive relationship before it got physical. Between my Nanny dying. Between just hanging on. I'm trying.

But it's as if a cycle ended. I feel so different.

I am not crying over losing him anymore. I actually for the first time, feel a little something for someone else and am excited about the future. There's so much on the horizon. Last month I got a new car and this weekend I gave it a taste of the "old" me that I lost for a little bit. I made friends on my own, I went out, and I started hanging out again. When I drove by his exits on the highway I remembered, but it didn't hurt anymore. He didn't destroy me this time. I am free.

March is going to busy. My year is picking up again, I am getting my shit together still, but it's mostly little things at this point. I am listening to my body. I am trying to find motivation. I am okay. I am free.

I have lots of exciting and scary things coming up but I am doing the damn thing. I feel so free.

#domestic violence survivor #healing #self help #self healing #grandparent death #new cycle #I feel so free #healing is hard

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The one where you get together (1)

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

Pairing: Sirius Black x Lupin sister!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, talking about sexual content

Word Count: 3.5K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You'll find them."

"Are they fucking hiding from me?!"

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

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

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

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

"Thanks, Siri."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you think he knew I was here?"

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

"That is correct."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good idea."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"10 minutes?"

"Sounds good, lets go."

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

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

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

You laughed, turning to face Sirius.

"You need the caffeine that much?"

"That answer is a strong yes."

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

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

"Yeah... something stupid, right?"

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

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

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

"No, what it is?" Sirius asked.

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

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

"I guess that would work too?"

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

"Noted."

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

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

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

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

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

"You should cut back on your chocolate."

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

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

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

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

"What did you do?!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Somehow, it didn’t really go to plan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pads? It’s me, I’m coming in.”

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

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

“Did you need something, Prongs?”

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

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

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

“Positively. Anything else?”

“Yeah, you want to order some Chinese?” 

“I mean I- NO!” 

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

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

“James! Get out!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright, back in a bit.”

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

“You ordered me spring rolls?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ch 11 - Dutton's Wedding

Part 12

Falling for my Bestie

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Kayce's POV 

I've only worn a suit and tie one time and it was for Lee's funeral so it seems strange to not be in Jean's and a tee shirt. Dad's busy watching five year old Tate explaining that he has to give us each our rings since he's the ring bear. Jamie is my best man even though it annoys Beth. She's Y/n's maid of honor and said she's planned a hell of a good reception afterwards. Placing my cowboy hat on my head I take a deep breath thinking about mom. I'll take care of her always, I promise mom. Exiting the house Jamie walks up with me but we don't say a word to one another. Beth and Rip stand in the front with the cowboys standing in the rows of seats with Y/n's mother. Planting my feet I stare at my dad who stands by her mother who both have smiles on their faces. The wind blows through my hair and I gasped feeling like mom's spirit is in the wind today here for me.

Y/N’s POV

Y/N walked down the aisle, holding her best friend Rip’s arm “you ready to give me away, you’re really the only person i consider my brother.” She says, wiping a tear “i wish my daddy was here, he would be crying right now because his little girl is getting married” She says, wiping her tears as she sees Kayce as she smiled softly “you ready to give your little sister away Rip” She says, wiping his cheek as a tear slipped down it as she walked into Kayce’s grip as she held his hands and saw John holding Tate in his arms as she looked at Kayce happily as she held the vows, and his hand “Hey cowboy, guess we knew this day would be here sooner than we thought. I have some stuff to say, so here it goes. My Kayce, the wild child who was there through everything including the hard times and Tate's birth. You are the reason that me and my little boy have a home, I love you Kayce John Dutton. More than you know, here’s to what the future holds for us. I can’t wait to live the rest of my life with you, and our sweet little boy” She says, holding both of his hands as she stands there in front of him.

Kayce's POV 

Rip gave Y/n away and I nearly broke down in tears at her words but took a deep breath eyeing the woman who will soon be my wife. "Y/n L/n, I'm not sure what else I could say to you to show you how much I love you. You're a part of me. I don't know what I would do or who I'd be if you weren't in my life. You were there when I lost my mom, when I left to be a navy seal, hell I don't remember any childhood memory that doesn't have you right by my side." Dad and the rest of my family chuckled at that statement. "Tate may not be mine by blood but he's exactly like his mother. Wild and loving all together. I can't picture anyone else standing up here with me today. And I know if my mother were here she'd look at us and say I told you so. But with this ring, her ring, I pledge to protect you, kiss you, love you and Tate until my last breath." I slowly slip my mom's ring onto her hand and she slips the gold band onto my hand. "It is my honor to present Mr and Mrs Kayce and Y/n Dutton, you may kiss the bride." The wedding official said before Y/n grabbed my hat putting it on her head with a smirk, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt and kissing me. I cup her face in my hands slowly kissing her back hearing the cheers of the crowd fading away. All that my brain can focus on is her lips on mine, knowing that today my best friend is now being called my wife. 

Beth's POV

Finally we're at my part in this whole thing. Y/n and Kayce said they wanted a small wedding which left me room to plan a fucking huge reception for them. With Tons of alcohol included of course. Daddy let me clear out a field and set up chairs and stuff, plus the husband and wife entered with our helicopter. Everyone is sitting down as Kayce and Y/n sit down. Jamie started to grab the mic from the main table but I beat him to it. "Okay anyone who isn't me shut up and listen. First off I love you little brother and I love you Y/n. You're just like my brother with such a big heart. Second, I think we can all agree that I planned a hell of a reception entrance here tonight. Third, I hope this wild couple has a few wild nights in their future, and finally lets everybody raise a fucking shot to these two best friends!" I raise my shot glass and everyone follows before I drop the mic dramatically, having everyone clap. 

Kayce's POV 

"Are we there yet?" I chuckled like I was 8 years old again at my wife's excitement. I hadn't told her where we were going. All I said was it's a surprise. Tate is being watched by my dad for two weeks while we go on our honeymoon. Pulling into a gravel driveway I go to the passenger side of my truck picking her up bridal style hearing her squeal. Beth had rented us a cabin in the mountains for a few weeks and didn't tell me until last night at the reception. Kicking open the door I carry her over the threshold sitting her on her feet. For the most part the cabin looks just like the main house on the ranch but I don't feel stressed over Walker or anything here. "I can't believe my sister in law rented this out." She replies twirling in circles in her reception dress and cowgirl boots. Closing the door I toss my hat on the couch cupping her face in my hands. "Oh you know Beth. She can say anything to anyone to get everything. Now Mrs. Dutton, why don't we see where this leads." I lean down kissing her lips slowly turning the kiss more deeply feeling her arms wrapped around my neck. Tugging at my brown curls I wrap her legs around my waist carrying her to the bedroom. "Kayce, what about the stuff in the truck?" She asks as I discard my shoes and dress shirt, kissing her once more. "We'll be done before dark baby, we've got all the time in the world." Y/n smirks into the kiss tugging at my curls deepening the kiss more than I did earlier. I can understand why my dad misses my mom so much, she was his world. Just like Y/n is mine. 

Y/N’s POV

Y/N was laying in bed with Kayce, her hair was sweaty as she kissed his lips softly as she laid in his arms “my handsome husband, i love you Mr.Dutton” She says, noticing the flutter of her husband’s eyelids as she giggled softly and laid there “time to sleep handsome, we have plenty of time. “ She says, brushing his hair out of his face as she watched him doze off there in the bed next to her as she laid down and turned the light off as she drifted off to sleep with her husband who was also her best friend that had been in love with her since they were younger but she did everything with him and spent every day whenever she had the chance but she knew that he would never stop loving her no matter what happened because she had married him and become his wife as well as the mother of their little boy which she was thankful for “goodnight Kayce, i love you so much”

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