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All Those Pretty Lights (Isaac Lahey)

Requested by anon: Could you do an Isaac Lahey fic where he’s always stealing glances at you and he finally stirs up enough courage to ask you out? If possible, could you make it a two parter and have the second part be 3 months or so later and there’s smut ;)

Rating: fluff

A/N: I channeled my obsession with coffee into this request😂 there will be a part two and it’ll be smutty as promised 😏


To say that Isaac was a nervous wreck when it came to Y/N would be an understatement. In his eyes, she was the definition of beauty; everything about her was so captivating. Isaac would unintentionally stare at her during lunch as she sat in her peaceful solitude, either reading a book or finishing her assignments. Or when she would discuss her opinion on some scientist’s flawed theory, he would gawk at her in awe; she was the most intelligent girl he’d ever met. 

“Hey guys,” Isaac’s heart jumped when he heard Y/N’s delicate voice interrupting his and Stiles’ petty argument over anything and everything, his attention immediately averting to her. 

“I’m so sorry to disturb you guys, but I don’t know if you heard about the annual carnival today—I’m pretty sure you have—anyways, my mother and I have set up a coffee booth this year if you guys want to stop by, that’d be great.” She handed out a flyer from the stack of papers in her arm, Isaac gladly accepted it as he was the closest to her. He looked up to her and his face flushed when she offered him a small smile. 

“We’ll be there.” He nodded, smiling back at her. “Oh will we now?” Stiles retorted, and he jumped and bit his tongue when Isaac’s long leg went to kick his shin from under the table. “He definitely will.” Stiles winked at Y/N, which caused her to giggle and wave. "See you guys around.“ 


“Do you need help with those?” Isaac chuckled at Y/N’s distressed state, trying to hold in all of the extra flyers from falling out of her locker. 

“That, would be wonderful.” She breathed out a laugh before letting go of her locker door which caused the papers to land on the floor. Isaac kneeled in front of her as he assisted her with collecting the mess that she’d created. 

“Thank you,” she bit her lip unconsciously, fluttering her lashes.  He lost all abilities to converse when his blue orbs lost themselves in hers. She shifted under his burning gaze with an awkward smile. 

“Y-you’re beautiful.” He finally said. Y/N tucked her chin in surprise, an astonished grin plastered on her face. “I’m sorry, I, I was just making an observation.” He hid his eyes away from her as he continued his previous ministrations. 

The room all of a sudden seemed smaller, the hallways pressed closer; he felt like she was just breath away from him yet she was still far from reach. A moment of silenced passed by them as they gathered up what was left of the papers and stood up. 

“Hey I was wondering-” he stopped himself before he could say anything, she raised both her brows, indicating for him to go on. “Never mind, I’ll see you tonight.” He handed her the papers and walked away anxiously. 


The carnival was nothing short of breathtaking, Isaac never thought of attending before, not that it was a choice anyways. There were fairy lights stretching from the top of every booth to the one parallel to it, various colors of banners and decorations on top of each stand. Isaac walked around, his eyes searching for Y/N as he pulled his jacket closer to his body. 

His eyes crinkled with a smile when his eyes met her struggling body, her hands tried to balance cups and plates and she failed miserably. Isaac chuckled to himself shaking his head; how could she be so beautiful? “Need help with those?” Her eyes widened and a blush crept up her neck in embarrassment. “Why do you always show up when I’m embarrassing myself?” She grumbled lowly, her bottom lip slightly pushing out. 

Her hair covered the side of her face as she bent over to place the plates and cups aside. Isaac crossed his arms over his chest, grinning at her. “What’s a guy’s gotta do to get a cup of coffee around here?" 

"Sorry, um, what can I get you?” She said with a small laugh, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Can I get a cappuccino?" 

"Cappuccino?" 

"Yeah, what’s wrong with cappuccino?” Isaac raised a brow, a smirk plastered on his face. “You know what? How about I make you something else, and if you don’t like it, I’ll give you back your money, deal?” Isaac gave an acknowledged nod, leaned against the stand, and watched her do her magic. 

After a few moments, Y/N poured the coffee into the cup, making a small heart with milk. “A barista and an artist? Wow Y/N, I’m impressed.” Isaac took a sip, and Y/N intently watched as his expression change into a surprised one. 

“This is amazing! What is this?” Her wide smile spread across her face, “It’s called a flat white, speciality coffee.” His hand shyly slid across to grab a hold of hers. 

“Would you mind telling me more about ‘specialty coffee’ over dinner sometime?” Y/N shyly bit her lip to prevent a goofy grin. “I would love to.” And all those pretty lights couldn’t have shone brighter than her smile.

What To Expect

Requested by Anonymous: Reader is Barry’s girlfriend of four years and she finds out she’s pregnant but she doesn’t know how to tell him because she’s affraid it’s too soon.

Pairings: Barry Allen x reader

Word count: 1793

A/N: Hey guys, here’s another request after a long ass time lol I hope you like it, I’d love to hear your opinions x

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Pale Skin and Onyx Eyes [1]

[Throne of Glass] [Elide x Lorcan] [W.I.P.]
Chapter Word Count: 2298 words

Summary: Set after Empire of Storms, Elide Lochan and Lorcan Salvaterre are traveling with Rowan and Gavriel in search of Queen Aelin. Will Elide ever be able to forgive Lorcan for betraying her and her Queen? Where will they go next?


Part I: The Search - Chs. 1-8
Part II: The Journey - Chs. 9-???
Part III: The Mission

Chapters: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ] [ 5 ] [ 6 ] [ 7 ] [ 8 ] [ 9 ] [ 10 ] [ 11 ] [ 12 ] [ 13 ] [ 14 ] …
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Part I: The Search

Lorcan

Lorcan was surprised at how much it had hurt after Elide ignored him and sidestepped him for the witch Asterin, back when they were on the shores of the Stone Marshes. And then she had barely spoken to him after he, Gavriel, and Rowan traveled in search of Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.

He knew he deserved it, knew he deserved it when Elide cursed him with her hateful words, and then later he had been stripped of his blood oath without honor. Did she hate him? He shuddered at the thought. He had only meant to protect her, and yet Maeve had used her like a pawn against the weakened fire–queen, Aelin Galathynius. Lorcan shook his head to try and clear his thoughts.

It had only been a few days since they had left in search of Aelin. Rowan was determined to find her, but with each passing day he grew more and more tense… And the hollow look in his eyes appeared more often. The closest Lorcan had come to experiencing Rowan’s pain was when he saw Queen Maeve standing with Elide, who was being held by a Fae warrior with a knife to her slim throat. His heart had stopped, and he bit back the immediate urge to attack his Queen, the sovereign he had still been sworn to.

And now… He knew he no longer loved her, not anymore, not since Maeve threatened to have Elide whipped by Cairn and then made Elide watch as Cairn whipped the tattered queen. Not after Maeve commanded him to be still and silent. And then stripped him of his blood oath without honor. Lorcan swore under his breath, his face darkening. He splashed cold water onto his face and shook the droplets off.

Lorcan and Elide were currently resting at an inn in a small town on their way to Wendlyn, the continent west of Erilea. Along with Rowan and Gavriel, they had all thoroughly discussed all of the places Maeve could take Aelin. Rowan and Gavriel were out in their shifted forms, desperately searching for whispers in the wind, for any hint or sign of Maeve or where her boat was. Aelin could be anywhere in Erilea or Wendlyn, although they all agreed it was likely Maeve would show up in Doranelle eventually, especially because Lorcan was banned from returning.

Elide was downstairs gossiping; they had been hopping from town to town for the past few days in search of information, and Elide was still giving him the cold shoulder. She spoke to him only when necessary, and whenever he tried to apologize, she quickly excused herself and often went to ask Gavriel a question if he was around, or sat by him for warmth on cold nights. Lorcan would instinctively bare his teeth, and Gavriel would always pretend he didn’t notice the male aggression. He would turn his back as if to say, You deserve it. Suffer the consequences patiently. She’ll talk to you when she’s ready.

Elide’s laughter floated up the stairs, and Lorcan was reminded that his task was to make sure she was safe. Who knew where King Erawan or her loathsome uncle Vernon had sent men? They had infiltrated the Kingdom of Adarlan so easily. He pulled on a shirt and schooled his expression into neutrality while he headed downstairs, where Elide was chatting with a young couple at a table. He slid next to her wordlessly, and the couple’s eyes widened as they took in his appearance. Lorcan bowed his head slightly to seem less threatening, like Elide had said.

“Oh! Logan! It’s rude if you don’t introduce yourself,” Elide feigned surprise and chastised him teasingly, while batting her eyelashes. Nice that she was still able to act so friendly towards him. He resisted the urge to bare his teeth at her and drag her up the stairs so they could talk about her behavior.

“Hello, my name is Logan.” He inclined his head slightly and smiled. Lorcan hated acting, but they had all agreed that it was best not to use their real names, since enemy ears could be anywhere. Both the man and woman appeared unremarkable, perhaps townspeople looking for news from outsiders, he surmised.

“Logan, this is Nat and Linsy. We were just chatting about the awful weather we’ve been having and when the rain’s supposed to stop.” It was dreadful out. It had been raining nonstop and traveling all day in the rain was too miserable. Elide had wrung her dress out on the doorstep of the inn when they first arrived.

“Logan is my fiancé,” Elide continued to explain, casually bringing her hands above the table so that the couple could see them. She waggled her left hand. “Unfortunately, I don’t have a ring yet because we’ve been traveling a lot and I don’t want to lose it or attract thieves.” Elide winked at him. Logan struggled to keep his face neutral and tried to smile. Since the incident on the beach, Elide had demoted him from husband to fiancé.

Linsy nodded knowingly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She briefly looked around and then lowered her voice and said, “We’ve heard there’s been a lot of activity in– in towns and cities nearby.”

Elide opened her mouth to reply, hope rising in her eyes at the thought of any new information, anything that could point them in the correct direction. Before she could say anything, Lorcan smoothly replied, “Linsy, if you don’t mind, I would like to speak to my fiancée privately.”

For a second, Elide narrowed her eyes at him before smoothing out the lines on her face and excusing herself. The couple seemed taken aback, but Elide apologized and said she would be right back. Lorcan was almost up the stairs when he realized he should be waiting for Elide. He held out his hand to her and tried to smile genuinely.

He wondered how badly he had failed because Elide rolled her eyes and hissed at him, “This better be important.” She impatiently tugged on his hand as she climbed the stairs and Lorcan followed. As soon as they were out of eyesight, she tried to tug her hand away. Lorcan’s jaw twitched but he let her go.

“Elide, please. Just come to my room for a moment. I only want to talk,” Lorcan pleaded. He was reduced to pleading. Begging for her to pay attention to him and not look at him with those cold eyes. Lorcan silently cursed under his breath.

Elide sucked in a breath and looked at him. Her eyes seemed to soften slightly, but her voice was low and rough when she said, “Fine. But be quick.”

Lorcan didn’t even know what he was going to say. He quickly led her to his room and locked the door behind them so no one would catch them unaware. Elide was taking in the appearance of his room and his sparse belongings. They all had sparse belongings, since none of them had a home anymore.

Elide perched herself on the end of his bed. And looked at him expectantly.

Heat rushed through him. He wanted to push her delicate body down onto the bed, pin her pale arms above her head and see if her blood sang, too. He wanted to see her dark hair splay across his bed, watch her chest rise as she breathed. He was halfway to the bed when he realized he was still daydreaming. Lorcan growled under his breath and hoped his thoughts hadn’t been revealed. She was still angry with him, so he would be angry too.

“Fiancé?” Lorcan hissed. It was the only thing he could think to say.

“I didn’t think you would mind. You were so displeased when I told you to pretend to be my husband when we were traveling with the carnival.” Her eyes dared him to deny what she just said. He didn’t deny it.

“You needed me to protect you, you said a brother wouldn’t be enough,” Lorcan replied. Elide’s eyes flashed.

“Well, I don’t need you to protect me anymore. Manon taught me how to protect myself.” Elide stood up and lifted her chin defiantly. “You don’t even have to watch me anymore. Just go away, go do whatever it is you want to do. I’m sure there are plenty of women who would be happy to warm your bed.” Elide strode to the door to leave.

Lorcan grabbed her wrist and pinned it against the door firmly in a flash. Gods, she was so aggravating. He could smell her cinnamon–and–elderberries scent, and his eyes flicked to the tendrils of hair that had wound their way out of the bun on her head. His nostrils flared.

Fear briefly flashed through Elide’s eyes, before fierce anger replaced it. “Let me go,” she hissed, struggling to pull her wrist away. Her other hand went to push his chest but he caught that wrist too, and pushed her carefully against the door. She felt so gods–damned breakable. He hadn’t said what he needed to say, hadn’t said anything at all but he couldn’t let her go. He didn’t know what his feelings were or how he felt but he knew he needed to say something, anything. Maybe it was because he was no longer under the blood oath that he felt all these strange emotions, that he couldn’t sort out the turmoil in his heart. Her chest was heaving against him, such a distraction.

“Elide, I am sorry.” Before he could be distracted by her rosebud lips and anything else, he opened his mouth and words tumbled out. “I was foolish, so foolish. I thought– I thought we were being attacked and that Maeve would save you–”

“Why would you think that? You betrayed her first!” She hissed at him, still struggling against his hold. His grip loosened slightly. She avoided his gaze as a hint of color creeped up her cheekbones. He noticed how close he was standing to her, and he took a small step back, relaxing his grip.

“Tell me, Elide, tell me what I have to do so that you won’t hate me. Tell me how I can make this better,” Lorcan said, his voice low. Pleading again. “After Maeve stripped me of the blood oath, I’ve been…” He struggled to find the pitiful, pathetic words. Lost. He had felt lost. He was lost, although he couldn’t force himself to say it. Lorcan’s onyx eyes searched hers, searching for something other than the anger and hatred he saw in them whenever she looked at him after he had gotten Aelin captured. He had put them all into this situation, after all the armies Aelin had called to her aid.

Elide had understood without hearing Lorcan finish his thought. She had felt the vast well of grief and self–loathing open up within him as he searched her eyes. She could feel his regret, and she hated herself for pitying him. For wanting to open up to him and wanting him to open up to her. But gods–damned Lorcan had gotten her queen captured, and as much as she wanted to forgive him, it wasn’t time. And he had still protected her these past few days, even though she had been ignoring his sorry arse.

“Lorcan, I just need… time.” Elide licked her lips and wriggled her right wrist free from his grip, looping a strand of dark brown hair behind her ear. “With everything that happened on the beach… I thought you were going to die. I was ready to die, with you, for you, all I know is I couldn’t bear to watch. And I thought… I thought you felt the same towards me.” Elide swallowed. She hadn’t meant to sound so hurt.

Lorcan’s eyes flickered to the scar on her arm, and she saw the muscles in his jaw clench tightly.

“I will never willingly put you in harm’s way.” Lorcan’s voice was rough as he gently tipped her chin forward and met her gaze. “Never again. That was the blessing Mae- she gave me.” Elide flinched slightly when Lorcan started to say Maeve’s name again. The hurt he saw in her eyes was unbearable, and he knew it was all his fault. It was his fault for thinking he knew better, thinking he was anything but the naïve fool that Maeve had exposed him to be.

Elide swallowed again. “I should go now.” In a flash, she slipped out the door. He could hear her breathing on the other side, and then she quietly went upstairs.

Blood was roaring in his ears, pounding in Lorcan’s head. He was angry at himself for being such an idiot, for trusting rutting Maeve. He would gut her himself for using Elide as a negotiation tool and for stripping him of the blood oath so cruelly after centuries of being her faithful slave. Lorcan wanted to destroy something. He occasionally snarled as he paced the floor for a full minute, trying to calm himself, to keep himself from crumbling everything to dust. The inn would just be kindling, and he didn’t want to pay for damages.

He slung on a jacket to hide his weapons from view and was halfway out the door when he heard a soft cry of pain from upstairs. Gods–damn it, he was such an idiot. In his blind rage, he hadn’t thought to be vigilant, had thought that pulling his magic away from Elide was respectful. Dark magic spread from Lorcan in every direction as he headed up the stairs. He should have known better, he should have known that he couldn’t leave that gods–damned, infuriatingly breakable woman alone by herself.

Since When ?

A/N: Just a little Sammy love (kinda) It’s an AU, so no hunting, just normal living type of thing 

Word Count: 1500+

Sam x Reader (ish);

Warnings: break up, fluff, angst kinda 

The thing about break ups, was that it not only affected the two respective parties, but also everyone else who had known/interacted with the couple. Especially when said couple had been dating for more than a year. And that thought alone was enough to have you locked up in your studio apartment with the blinds drawn and phone turned off.

Chad had felt like the perfect guy at one point in the relationship, you honest to god thought you were gonna marry him. Thank god you dodged that bullet. And while you were somewhat relieved that the shitfest you had endured was over, what mortified you the most was the thought of having to tell everyone that the two of you were over. That the loving, perfect, one of a kind relationship everyone had thought you were in, had ended.

You were certain your family was worried about you, and you were positive you no longer had a job since it had been a week since you had left your peaceful abode. With ‘The Great British Baking Show’ the only thing you were capable of watching, you had been sucked into a state of numbness. Of hollowness. And man, you’d give anything to not have to feel like this anymore. However, today was not like all the others, proven by the continuous knocks on your front door.

“Y/N? Are you in there? It’s Sam! Let me in,” You felt all the blood slowly drain away from your face, lips chapped, and for once, you took notice of the awful state you were in. Sam Winchester, your best friend. The man had known you since you were in diapers, only being 4 years older than you. Both his and your family were practically melded together, your parents having known his for as long as they could remember. So of course, it was bound to happen that both Sam and Dean Winchester, the infamous brothers, would befriend you. But it was Sam in which you trusted the most, in which he knew nearly everything there was to know about you. And when the two of you went off to Stanford together? It was one of the best things that could have ever happened, not having to worry about long distance friendships and wondering when the two of you would get to see each other next. And when the two of you returned home to Kansas, joining back up with Dean, there was nothing more you wanted in this life.

Well…besides right now when you wanted the floor to swallow you whole, it being a better prospect than Sam having to see you like…this. You quickly tried to smooth down your hair, it being in disarray – god, when was the last time you brushed it? – and kicked off the blankets that weighed you down into the couch cushions. With a few muttered curses, you finally opened the front door while Sam continued to knock.

You cringed inwardly at the prolonged silence, watching as he took in your appearance. God, why were you like this?

“Why haven’t you been answering your calls? Everyone’s been worried sick about you! What happened? Are you okay?” He pulled you in for a tight hug, the relief in his voice nearly bringing you to tears. He gently made his way into your apartment, taking a look at the scattered mess in the living room. He raised a brow as soon as he saw the baking how on your TV.

“I’m fine, I just needed to…get some time off.” Could you be any more obvious, Y/N? That was a real shitty explanation. He watched you with those soft eyes of his that could get even the toughest of people to talk.

“Chad and I broke up,” Your voice coming out in a whisper that Sam had to lean in slightly to catch what you said, but as soon as he heard, it was as if he had been slapped in the face. It was almost comical, the shook that was etched onto his face. You let yourself fall into a heap on the nest of blankets you had created for yourself, watching as your best friend ran a hand over the slight stubble on his chin, as if contemplating what emotion he should deal with first.

As soon as you saw the fiery amber color make its way present in his ever changing eyes, you knew what was to come. Rage.

“What the – fuck, Y/N, how-? Why the fuck? I don’t understand, what the fuck happened? The last time I saw the two of you it seemed good!” You merely shrugged your shoulders, unsure if you were ready to lay it all out. You hadn’t spoken about it at all since it had happened thanks to your closing-in-on-yourself ways. “Do I need to go talk to him? You know I’ll do it, Y/N – in fact, I’m going to go call Dean right now and we’re gonna go pay Chad a little visit,” He seethed, phone out and ready to call his brother for reinforcement. You quickly got up and took away his phone, placing it on the coffee table.

“Don’t, Sam. Please,” You couldn’t help but slightly smile at the fact that calm, level-headed Sam Winchester was ready to bring on hell for you, was ready to call his big brother to wreak havoc on the man who caused you to lock yourself away from everyone. It was…sweet. You gently tugged his hand, letting him join you on the couch. Long gone was the intense amber in his eyes, instead, a warm green with the typical hints of brown and blue were enough to assure you that he was here, he was present and ready to listen.

“Everyone always thought of us as perfect, ya know? I mean hell even you would say that sometimes too. That we were just…perfect for each other. Mom thought we were even gonna end up marrying each other, and for fucks sake I convinced myself that we were going to as well,” You tried desperately to detach yourself from explaining it all, not wanting to cry in front of Sam. “But somewhere along the way it just got…it was like we were forcing it too much. We were both miserable. You know the only time I was somewhat happy was when we were out with family and friends? Every time a birthday party came up, or a picnic – whatever, I looked forward to it every damn time. Because at least we could pretend, and we were so damn good at it.”

Sam looked away in guilt, knowing that both his and your family had a huge part in the pressure they unknowingly placed upon you.

“Y/N I’m so-“

“Don’t. It fine, Sam. Really. I just…I guess I’ve been so damn scared to tell you guys, to tell my parents, to tell yours, that I failed yet again at another relationship. I mean, for fucks sake, Sam, we’re getting old and I’m panicking over here because what if I don’t find someone? What if I’m going to end up not being able to be with someone for the rest of my life?” Voicing your worst fears became your tipping point, dissolving into a puddle of tears. Sam quickly pulled you into a tight hug, dragging you into his lap and gently rocking you, trying all that he could to stop this heartache.

“Look at me, Y/N, come on, look at me,” he cooed, his large hands cupping your face, fingers moving underneath your jaw in order to tilt your head up. Wiping away the tears with his thumbs, he made sure that you were listening to him. “You still have time, okay? I promise you, you’re gonna find someone, and it won’t feel forced and it’ll be everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more. It’ll be as easy and freeing as a friendship, a deep and comforting friendship and you won’t have to worry. I promise you, darling. I’m so sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell us, you couldn’t tell me that you had been feeling like this for so long. We’re all here for you and love you so damn much, okay? You’re gonna be just fine.”

Since when did Sam comforting you make your heart thud rapidly against your chest? And since when did you fingers itch to run themselves through his hair and pull him in as close as you physically could into your very being?

“Where would I be without you, Sammy?” You murmured, placing your hands over his that continued to caress your face. You didn’t miss the slight blush as he bashfully laughed, claiming it was part of his job as your best friend.

“Now get up and go take a shower, I’ll clean up around here and then we can go meet up with Dean at the diner and grab some dinner, sound like a plan?” With a slight swat at your butt, he got up and started picking up your food cartons, folding blankets as he cleared the living room.

Had Sam always smelled that good? And for fucks sake, could those jeans look anymore good on those long legs? Since when…? And that scruff, and that smile…God, have you always been this oblivious?

Five in the Morning- Angelica Schuyler X Reader

Once I started reading, that’s all I was doing for the night. It didn’t matter that I had set several alarms throughout the night to try and get me to periodically take a break and maybe go to sleep because I knew once I opened the book that it would be one of those nights. I felt my eyes begin to close to my annoyance and I forced them to stay open so I could continue reading again. A satisfied feeling sat in my stomach as I watched the right stack of pages grow smaller and smaller until… finished. I closed the book, smiling a bit before realizing that it must’ve been at least a couple of hours. I groaned, turning over in my bed and I squinted at the window, seeing light coming through curtains.

Shit how long was I up for? I wondered and I saw my phone lying on the floor, discarded along with a charger cord and headphones. I reached over to grab it, nearly falling over the side in the process. The digital clock read 5:09 am and I set my phone down on the bed and I sat up and approached the curtains wearily, knowing that if I did this now, I wasn’t getting any sleep this morning. I opened them up, the first rays of sunlight filling my room and illuminating the sky in beautiful colors. I frowned a bit, knowing that I was going to hate myself later for not getting any sleep.
I absentmindedly began to play games, sending requests to my friends and not thinking anything of it before putting my phone back down, realizing that it was at three percent. I began to walk to my kitchen when I heard my phone buzz and I frowned, wondering who in their right mind would be up at this time. I picked my phone up and I stared at the name on my phone.

The Sassiest Schuyler Sister: wth are you sending me candy crush requests at five in the morning

I opened my phone and I opened Messages, staring at the screen before typing quickly.

Me: why aren’t you sending me candy crush requests at five in the morning

I exited our conversation and went over to mine and Lafayette’s conversation.

Me: please play candy crush

I knew he would be up, considering he always was at this ungodly hour.

French Fry:why are you up already? have i been sucked into an alternate universe in which you *gasp* get up early?

Me: i may or may not have started a good book last night

Me: therefore causing sleep to become unimportant

French Fry: i’m out getting caffeinated drinks right now, i’ll be at your apartment in ten.

Me: bless.

I smiled a bit and I exited our conversation and went into Angelica and mines conversation, seeing that she had left a new message.

The Sassiest Schuyler Sister: guessing you found a good book last night so that’s why you are still up

Me: no i am just really passionate and dedicated about candy crush

I smiled as I sent the message, knowing that she would either be shaking her head or laughing, or possibly both at the same time.
Someone knocked loudly on my front door.

“My slightly insane friend, I’ve brought offerings!” Lafayette practically yelled and I laughed a bit before running out of my bedroom and opening the door to let Lafayette into my apartment. He was holding five cups and I took the one he handed me gratefully. He set everything down on the table and looked at me seriously. “You look tired.”

“Thanks I try.” I rolled my eyes at him and he grinned, rubbing my hair and messing it up. I looked at him, raising an eyebrow at the remaining four coffees.

“Are you going to drink all four of those?” I asked him and he grinned.

“Ah, no. They are for Laurens, Hercules and Hamilton. And me of course.” He told me and smirked slightly at my caffeinated beverage, which I began to eye suspiously.

“Laf what did you do?”

“Nothing?” He tried and failed miserably to look innocently at me. I shook my head and I continued to inspect the cup. On the part where you’re supposed to write the persons name, he had requested the barista to write ‘date angelica’. I felt my cheeks turn red and I looked at Lafayette, who was choking on his coffee with laughter.

“I may be tired but I can still kill you.”

“I believe you but if you are in jail then how are you going to see Angelica?” He teased and I punched him without force.

“Okay but don’t you see what I see in her?” I asked him, looking at him as if he is crazy. He smirked and looked at me.

“No but please do tell.”

“Laf she is… amazing. I mean have you seen her smile…? Have you seen the way she looks when she is thinking about something? She is amazing. Her mind is extraordinary and she gets so silly when no one else is around. And her eyes! Her eyes light up every single time she reads something amazing and she starts saying the words out loud when she is reading! And…” I noticed I was staring off and when I turned back to Lafayette, he was smiling. Not smirking or snickering but smiling, genuinely excited.

“Y/N, I think you love her.” He said, his smile soft.

“I-”

“Have you heard yourself talk about her?”

“I mean yes but… I don’t think she loves me in that way. I’m her best friend.”

“And so you’re just going to stand to the side?” He asked and I nodded.

“That was the plan, yes.”

“God you’re worse than Burr. Just kidding.”

“No you’re right. At least Theodosia and Burr are dating. He told her and I’m just waiting for Angelica.”

“You just don’t know how to tell her and that’s alright. Just take your time.” I heard a knock on my door and I moved towards the door and opened it, not expecting to see Angelica. When she saw me, a relieved smile until she studied me closely. Her smile reflected her concern and she grew more worried.

“You look exhausted. Lafayette, get back to the boys and please don’t give them caffeine.” She said, crossing her arms. Lafayette held his hands up in surrender and he smiled a bit before he grabbed the cup holder containing the coffee and he left, hugging me before he did. Angelica watched him leave and she hugged me after he did. I relaxed into her touch. She backed away and looked at me.

“You really need to sleep more.” She whispered and I shook my head.

“I’m not tired.”

“Look me in the eye and tell me that you aren’t tired.” She countered and I laughed.

“Okay okay you caught me. But I am going to make breakfast or something first.” I protested and she shook her head.

“You are going to end up burning your apartment down. I’ll make some just go to sleep, alright?”

“But-”

“You are desperately in need of sleep. I’ll wake you up in several hours.”

“Promise?”

“Of course. Now have a good sleep, Y/N.” She smiled and headed into my kitchen and I went into my bedroom, closing the curtains and I plopped down into my bed and passed out almost instantly.
Several hours later, I felt someone shaking me gently from sleep.

“It’s too early.” I groaned.

“It’s noon. I figured that seven hours of sleep would hopefully be enough for you.” Angelica said, a joking tone in her voice.

“What did you do for seven hours?”

“Cooked pancakes for you and read a book. I must say that Lafayette has an amazing nickname for you, on that cup.” She added and I sprung up, looking at her.

“Oh sh-”

“I feel the same way, if it’s any consolation.” She smiled and grabbed my hand.

“It is.” I smiled back and she leaned over and kissed me gently.

Chapter 2

I knew I needed to stay calm. But I was in 1947, over 50 years into the past. There weren’t many people I could go to mainly because they haven’t even been born yet. 

Muriel must have noticed my distress as she tries to sooth me with calming words. After a few minutes, I finally wrap my brain around what was happening. I decided that I would need to find someone to confide in and I already know who that person can be. 

“Do you mind, but I need a quill and some paper.” I ask Muriel politely.

“Of course dear.” 

I breath deeply trying to calm my frantic nerves before writing my letter. I smile gratefully as I pick up the quill and dip it into the bottle of ink. 


Dear Professor Dumbledore,

I am writing to you asking for an extremely urgent meeting. I am in a dire situation and require your guidance. I find myself in an unfamiliar time with no way of protecting myself for I am a Squib. I beg you for your help.

Sincerely, 

Kate Hart


I seal the envelope after tucking my letter into it neatly. I write Albus Dumbledore on the front before handing it to Muriel. She doesn’t ask any questions as she instructs her owl to take it to Hogwarts. 

“Why don’t you go up to one of the spare bedrooms and get some rest? You look like you could use some sleep. I will wake you if you receive a letter.” 

I nod and follow her up the narrow staircase to the second floor. I notice she leads me to the room I had been staying in back in 1998. Or Forward?

She gently closes the door behind me giving me my privacy. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I’m asleep.


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I woke up being about to hear people talking downstairs. I sit up, looking around. So I wasn’t dreaming, I really was in 1947. I notice a pile of clothes on  a chair by the door with a note sitting on top.

Thought you would like some clothes since you arrived in your sleepwear. 

I smile, grateful for her thinking. After taking five minutes to change, I make my way downstairs. 

I let out a sigh of relief as I recognize one of the voices to be Albus Dumbledore. 

I find Muriel and Dumbledore talking in the kitchen. 

“Oh good, you’re awake. This is the young woman I was telling you about.” Muriel smiles.

“Thank you, Muriel. If you don’t mind I would like to spend a few minutes alone for us to talk.” Albus asks her with a sweet, polite grin.

I take a seat at the table able patiently wait for Muriel to leave to room.

“Now before you begin, may I go first?” he asks me. 

I nod.

“This morning I have received a letter from my future self explaining who you are. I suggest you go by your middle name Dorothy. Although I can not tell you why, when, or how you return to your time, but I assure you it will happen. I can tell you that you are here for a reason, although the reason is another thing I cannot share with you. I have told Muriel that we shall be leaving. And I advance would like to apologize for the discomfort you may experience in the near future.”

“Wait what?” 

Before I can protest, he apparates the two of us to what appears to be an abandoned building. 

“Where are we? Why have you brought me here?” I ask him frowning.

“Remember, your name is Dorothy Martin. Your family all died in an air-raid during the war. You are here in hopes of drawing someone out of hiding.” he replies.

“Who?”

“His name is Tom. Warning, he had a temper. But know he can’t cause you any harm. Good luck.” he says before he disappears.

Great, just great. I ask for help and I’m left who knows where. 

It’s several minutes before there’s any sign of someone else being there with me. I can hear the sound of footsteps, and something else. 

My eyes widen and I stumble back in fear as a large snake slithers into view. 

Massssster, there’sssss a girl.” the snake hisses. 

I begin to tremble. I shouldn’t be able to understand what the snake just said. 

I look up in the direction the snake had come from. There’s a man, he appears two to three years older than me. He looks about six foot. He has pale skin, and a lean body. His jawline and cheekbones are sharply defined, dark brown hair styled perfectly in neat waves. His gaze was hard, intrusive. I thought his eyes were dark until he stepped out of the shadows letting me see they were more of a grey/green color.

“Who are you?” he demands.

“Dorothy M-mmm-Martin.” I stutter.

“Why are you here?” he growls.

“I don’t know. I’m waiting for someone.” I reply.

“Who?” he asks eyes narrowing.

“His name is Tom.” I reply shyly.

I barely have any time to process as he slams my back against the closest wall. HE stands about an arm-legnth away, his wand raised and pointed directly infant of my face. 

“How do you know that name?” he hisses out in anger.

“Please, I don’t know.” I say trembling.

“Masssssster, thisssss girl hasssss the mark. Yourssssss match.” the snake hisses.

“Where, where do you see this mark?” he asks his snake.

“Near her neck.”

The man takes a step forward, his free hand gripping the neckline of my sweater pulling it to the side. 

Yes, I do have a mark there. It’s a birthmark on the left side of my collarbone. 

Once he sees it, he jerks back, as if seeing it could cause him harm. Something about my birthmark has rattled him. 

“You’re coming with me.” he says as he harshly grabs me wrist and drags me to follow behind him. 

“Where are you taking me? Look, I don’t know who you are or why I’m here. But at you could tell me your name since you know mine.” I try to say in a confident voice but failing miserably. 

He stops, and I bump into his back. He looks over his shoulder glaring.

“My name is Tom Riddle.”

The Unexpected Prankster

So I just reached the 100 followers milestone, and to celebrate I wrote this cute one shot! I hope you guys like it, and I want to thank every one of my followers, I never thought I’d reach this milestone, so thank you so much guys! I love each and every one of you!!


Castiel didn’t know what to think about the situation he found himself in. One moment he was sitting comfortably in his chair in the library reading a book, the next he was covered in pink sparkly glitter and multi-colored pillow feathers and in his hands where his book had been now held a giant purple dildo. But really, he should have known that something like this would happen eventually. 

After Sam and Dean had started back up their infamous prank war a few weeks back, more and more people had been joining in. First was Claire, then Alex and Jo, Jody and Donna joined in after their squad cars got ambushed with confetti in the AC and One Direction/Justin Beiber blaring from the speakers, Charlie had joined in as well after she got back from Oz last week, Kevin was at his mom’s place so he was safe, for now at least, and no one messed with Bobby or Ellen. 

The last person to join was the newly resurrected Gabriel, who, naturally, out pranked everyone, but that didn’t stop people from trying to prank him back, though they failed miserably. It was all very amusing, mostly because no one messed with Cas either, until now that is. Gabriel was never known to spare anyone once he got going in his pranking spree.

Oh well, he thought to himself as he walked towards his room to clean the glitter and feathers off his vessel, might as well join in on the fun, just for a short while at least.

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Cassian Andor x Reader Fic

Title: Tell Me Again AO3
Length: 6k
Rating: T for language
Summary:  Reader is pregnant but she doesn’t tell Cassian until a mission goes south and he finds out in all the wrong ways.
Author’s note: Written for the lovely @supernaturalmarvelgirl who requested some married life/pregnancy angst and fluff with Cassian. Happy reading! XOXO
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don’t let me be gone

AN: I was listening to the song Goner by Twenty One Pilots and then this fic came out of me. So I guess you can say it’s inspired by that song. (listen to it, it’s a great song) (listen to twenty one pilots in general because they’re perfection)

Summary: Broken boy meets perfect boy. 

Warning: Mention of abuse and homophobia. Language. 

Word count: 2857

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[Mark] Teacher’s Pet (Chapter Fourteen)

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My life has been passing in slow motion. It’s been three days since Mark and I fought, but I look like I haven’t seen light in three years. My body doesn’t handle my mental state, I’m never hungry, I feel dehydrated. I constantly have to act, I do my best not to cry in front of people, even though they know there is something wrong going on with me. Since I can cry during the day, I cry at night, as silently as I can, and controlling my emotions like this is not only a mental work, it’s physical. That’s why I don’t sleep and that’s why I’m so tired. I am fully aware I was wrong for snapping at Mark like this, and it’s been haunting me ever since he left me under the rain. I’m constantly sending him tons of texts telling him I’m sorry but he never replies, and he doesn’t take my calls. I don’t know how long he’s going to be mad or if he’s going to calm down. I feel like I’ve lost him, I feel like everything is over, and it hurts. I shouldn’t have let him become so important to me.


Bea knows I’m not feeling well, no matter how hard I try to hide it. But I want to avoid as much questions as I can; because the less questions she asks, the less I lie. That’s why I agreed to go shopping with her today. Prom is in a little bit more than a month, and we are at Prom Girl Store to buy our dresses. I don’t know what I’m doing here, I don’t want to go to prom, I’m not in the mood for even thinking about prom. Bea is trying another dress on, and here I am, lost in my thoughts. I send Mark another message, and it makes me angry that I still hope a reply from him.

Bea comes out of the cabin in a sleeveless princess grown with a pale pink bustier and a white skirt. I’m in awe of her, she looks like a small marshmallow with curly hair.

“What do you think?” She asks me, turning around for me to see well. She does look amazing, but the dark blue lace dress she tried earlier was better.

“I like the blue one better.” I reply, and she tilts her head to the side, showing me a cute grimace.

“I don’t knoooooow.” She whines. She smacks her tongue and sighs. I think she really likes both. She stalks over to me and sits down on the small sofa.

“Are you sure you’re not trying anything?” She asks, sticking her bottom lip out in a cute pout. I shake my head. I’m just not in the mood for shopping, and I don’t even know if I’m going to prom.  She sighs for a long time, and I can see the features of her face hardening.

“What’s going on?” Tell me.“ She asks. I dreaded this question. I tried really hard not to show my chagrin, looks like it’s so big that I miserably failed.

“Nothing.” I lie, and she rolls her eyes at me.

“Oh, please, please, Abigail. Don’t play that game, please.” She says, obviously trying to hide her frustration. I look down at my knotted fingers. She’s already mad, how am I supposed to tell her about me and Mark?

“You barely talk to me anymore, Abigail.” She says, and I’m forced to look up at her big and deep green eyes that are pained with sadness.

“That’s not true, Bea.” I shake my head. “We never hang out together anymore. You’re always out on weekends, with friends I don’t even know. And you don’t even want to introduce me to them.” She argues. How am I supposed to tell her it was all lies? I’ve gone too far into my own lies, I don’t know how to get out of it.

“Did I do something?” She asks. The idea that I could make her feel that bad saddens me in the most painful way. First Mark, and then her, I feel like I’m hurting everyone I love.

“No, no, Bea.” I shake my head vigorously. I feel so bad, it hurts to realize how much pain I can bring to people. That was not my intention, I don’t want to hurt anyone, it hurts me more than anything else.

“Look, I’m sorry if you felt neglected, I promise I don’t love you less.” I say sincerely. I can’t hold back the excess of emotion that rushes inside of me, and tears pool at the corners of my eyes. Her brow cease as she sees it.

“Why are you crying?” She asks, taking my face in her hands. I burst into tears, and she wraps me in her arms. Oh, Bea, I’m so sorry.

“What is going on, Abigail?” She asks, stroking my hair. I just can’t stop crying, even if I try to.

“I don’t know, I’ve just felt so down lately.” I lie through my tears. She pulls away from me and plunges her eyes into mine.

“Why?” She asks, and I shrug. “I hate seeing you like this.” She says, her thumbs caressing my cheeks as I start to calm myself down.

“Come on, dry those tears. I’m gonna get this dress I saw in the store, you’re going to try it, okay?” She says, and her warm smiles prevents me from saying no.

Bea gets me a white princess grown with a sweet heart neckline and spaghetti straps and an open back. Prosaic and pure, and I love. This dress is absolutely magnificent. I walk out of the fitting room, and Bea sees me. Her eyes widen a little bit as she leans in. I bite my lip. Ah, the feels!

“Wow.” She articulates. She likes it too! “That dress is perfect for you.” She smiles as I turn around.

“I like it too.” I reply.

“You have to buy it.” She says. Buy it? For what?  

"I don’t even have a date.“ I sigh.

"Neither do I.” She says, getting up from her seat.

“We’ll be each other’s date. We’ll have fun by ourselves.” She proposes, radiating with happiness. I smile at her. “Come on, take it.” She encourages me. “Fine.” I give in.

“What about you? Which one did you take?” I ask her. I hope she chose the blue one.

“I’ll come back another day, I need to show my mom first.” She says. Damn, she must be hesitating a lot. I don’t see what she’s hesitating about, blue definitely is her color.

“I’m telling you, the blue one is prettier.” I say, and she crinkles her nose.

"I don’t know. “ She whines, and I sigh, going back into the fitting room to take the dress off. After the prom dress shop, I decide to take Bea to a cute cafe, one because she’s the best friend ever and I’ve been neglecting her and she deserves a treat, and two because for the first time in three days, I AM HUNGRY. Guess she managed to light up my mood a little bit. She sits and I tell her I’ll go order her favorite smoothie. As I wait inside the queue, a man walks past me, V neck navy blue T-shirt, a light black jacket and jeans, a black straw lazily hanging from his mouth as he checks his phone. His familiar quaff and his adolescent features rings a bell in my mind and I immediately recognize Mark. Running into him, what a chance! He won’t be able to ignore me like this.

"Mark.” I call out before I can stop myself, and he lifts his eyes to me. He sees me, recognizes me, and pulls his straw out of his mouth.

"Abby.“ He sighs, and I can see every feature of his face hardening as he pronounces my nickname. "What are you doing here?” Is the first thing I say to him.

“I’m not sure that’s any of your business.” He replies dryly, so distant and cold, and it’s almost enough to make me run away. He makes a move to leave but I hold him back.

“Mark, wait.” Taking him by the wrist, I drag him behind the center panel that hides the center row of tables from the checkouts. Peeking from behind it, I make sure Bea can’t see us.


“We have to talk.” I say to him. “I’m with a friend.” He waves somewhere behind him. I know we can’t talk right now, but I need to know if I have a chance to get him back. I understand him being mad at me, and not wanting to talk to me, but he can’t stay mad at me forever, can he? I have to force him to confront me. “If you want to break up with me, then say it.” I say, stepping closer to him, invading his personal space, deliberately, to make him uncomfortable.

“Say it.” I breathe, pressing him a little bit more. He makes a move to back away but I grab him by the material of his vest and hold him close to me, our lips almost touching each other. I want to kiss him so bad, I want to feel him again. I need to win him back. I frustrate him, he’s almost fuming; his eyes nervously search into mine. There are so many things I want to tell him, but I can’t, Bea is here.

“If I come to your place later, will you listen to me?” I ask him. He sighs, not wanting to reply, but I insist with my eyes. Suddenly, my eyes land on a small silhouette behind Mark, peeking from behind the center panel.

“Bea!” I gasp in horror, and panic grips at my heart. She shakes her head, totally miffed, and disappears away. Shit, no!

“Bea, wait!” I call out, ditching Mark and running after her. She storms out of the cafe, I call her name again, and she turns around, her big green eyes moistened with tears.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asks, her voice trembling.

“I tried, I swear. But you told me you thought you liked him and I…” I reply, struggling to find my words.

“You decided that stabbing me in the back was better.” She finishes it for me.

“I didn’t know what to do. But I wanted to tell you since the start, I swear.” I reply.

“No, it’s my fault. I was so stupid for thinking you were my best friend!” She exclaims, laughing sarcastically.

“Bea, I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me, I need you.” Tears pool at my eyes. I’ve never seen her so mad in my entire life. What kind of friend am I?

“You need me?” She snorts through her tears. “Abigail, are you fucking serious? You need me?” She asks, taking a step closer to me. I don’t know what to say.

“Then it’s me or him, Abigail.” She says. Is she serious? My heart sinks a little.

“Wait, you can’t do this to me. We promised each other we wouldn’t do this.” I try to reason her.

“I’m not the only one breaking promises.” She says.

“I didn’t promise anything, Bea.” I reply.

“I liked him first!” She yells.

“We were already together when you told me.” I reply. She runs both of her hands in her hair, fuming with anger.

“You have no fucking idea of what I do for you?” She asks, and I want to reply that I do, but she cuts me off.
“Why do you think everyone accept to call you Abigail?” Her question makes me frown.

“Every fucking time you told someone not to call you Abby, they would look at you funny and talk shit behind your back, and I would tell them seriously to be understanding. I am the reason why you do have friends, for fuck’s sake! And you, you…” She struggles to put words on what I did to her, her face painted with disgust.

“Bea, I’m really really in love with him. Please, don’t ask me to choose. I wouldn’t be happy with any choice I make.” I plead quietly.

“Then go fuck yourself.” She spits and turns on her heels.

“Bea!” I call after her, but I don’t have the strength to follow her. Suddenly it starts to rain heavily, the drops getting mixed up with my tears. We’re in fucking LA, how come it’s raining so much lately?!

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I knock on the front door of  Bea’s house and her mother opens the door, brown hair green eyes and tight dress.

“Abigail?” Her eyes widen as she sees me, and she brings her hand to her mouth.

“Liz, I have to talk to Bea.” I say weakly, my throat feeling sore after crying so much. She moves to let me in and I oblige, letting her close the door behind me.

“You are drenched, what is going on?” She takes my face between her hands, a motherly look of worry on her face.

“Where is Bea?” I ask. She eyes me for a moment, but eventually lets me go.

“In her room.” She says. I go up to her room and knock on her door without telling her it’s me. She opens the door, sees me, and immediately tries to close it.

“Bea, wait.” I try to hold the door open but she slams it closed, almost breaking my nose.

“Bea, please.” I knock on her door desperately.

“Get out of here!” She yells from behind the door, and I understand it’s not today that she’ll forgive me, if she ever does.

I’m my own shadow as I step inside my house, worn out by the rain and the wind. I’ve hit the rock bottom. First Mark, then he, I lost everything.

“Abigail?” My mom says as she taking shaky steps inside. Her face is painted with worry as she walks to me. My bod gives up one in front of her.

“Mom…” I sob before bursting into tears, sinking onto my knees.

“Abigail, what’s wrong?” My mom asks in panic, dropping onto the floor next to me and wrapping her arms around me. I don’t reply and let myself go to my inner pain inside the warmth of the only pair of comforting arms I have left.

The Italian Job

The heavy baseline thumped its way into my bloodstream. The vibrations keeping me off balanced and unfocused, as I force myself through the intoxicated crowd. The ceiling flashes colorful lighting that burned my tired eyes. I had to get out of here before I passed out into oblivion. Once I finally made it outside to pure, chilly freedom, I leaned against the packed club. I had forgotten what it felt like to be sober these days.

“Kari?” A voice called my name.

It sounded all too familiar. My body suddenly tensed when I heard the voice yell my name again. I glanced up to see a black Rolls Royce parked at the curb.

Oh no…

All too quickly my feet shifted, trying to escape only to meet face to face with the concrete beneath me. I was out.

———

Heavy drops of cold liquid covered my face, bringing me back to life. I shook my head frantically trying to keep myself from drowning.

“The fuck? Is that vodka?”

“Sure is. Since you are overly intoxicated from it, thought I’d share.” The hard voice boomed through my ears.

Leati. How fucking great!

“What do you want?” I opened my eyes, reaching for the towel he held over my damp face. “Why the hell am I here?”

He sat next to my head on his huge bed, staring at me with those cold eyes that used to turn me on.

“How about a ‘thank you’ for peeling you off the sidewalk after blacking out?”

I roll my eyes. “Yea, thanks. Whatever.” I tried to sit myself up slowly, but failed miserably.

I didn’t want to be here. The memories were starting to hit me all at once, making my heart curl into a ball in my chest.

I turned my face away from him. “Please let me go.” I softly pleaded, “Please… Just let me go.”

He slid a finger across my cheek. “Kari, don’t be stupid.” His hand turned me back to him, “I’m not releasing you back into the wild like this.”

I snort. “I would rather you do that than keep me in a place that’s reminding me of all the sex we had.”

“You say it as if that’s all we we’re good for.” He raises an eyebrow.

Something Amber glistened in my eyesight on the nightstand. “What’s that?”

“That is your hangover cure.” Leati stretches over me and grabs the mason jar. “Don’t question what’s in it, just drink all of it.”

I did as I was told, and set the jar back on the nightstand. Laying back down carefully, my tastebuds went haywire trying to pick out the ingredients. I learned years ago not to ask him what was in his mystical potions. His excuse was that he only wanted to be the one curing me of anything; not myself or anyone else.

His massive hand landed on my belly, rubbing it in a rhythmic measure. “Relax. In about three minutes I’m going to tell you to turn over.”

I nod. “Remember when you used to do this when I would eat too much of your cooking?”

A faint smile came across his lips. “I do, and you didn’t want me to stop until you fell asleep.”

I managed a chuckle, “I’m sure I caused you plenty of hand cramps. Sorry.”

“Nope, not one bit. So don’t be.” He checked his watch. “Turn over, baby.”

I flipped onto my stomach, seeing a black trash can. Leati gathered my messy hair into a tight ponytail. In five seconds, I was regurgitating everything I’ve had within the last three days. Once I was done, a warm wet hand towel was placed over my mouth. I coughed the burning acid from the back of my throat onto the towel. Followed my a good rinsing with mouth wash and water, he wiped my mouth when I was done, telling me to remain on my stomach and just lay my head down.

“Holy shit,” I croaked. “I think I’m completely empty now.”

“Good.” He thumbed across my cheek, trailing to my neck then abruptly stopped. “The fuck?”

“What?” I grew alarmed.

In one hard tug, my shirt ripped at the shoulder. “Tell me these aren’t from someone hitting you.”

I placed my forehead onto the comforter. “What’s it to you?”

“KARI! Don’t fucking play with me right now!” He ripped the rest of my shirt, “Who the fuck did this to you?”

“Leati meet Paul, he’s a keeper.” I answered on a sarcastic sigh. “Hey, that stuff worked.”

I lifted myself on my knees, feeling sober as ever. The remains of my shirt fell to the bed, where more bruises were revealed unknowingly. I glanced at a now fuming Leati, whose eyes grew colder than before. They focused on my ribs, where there was a purple bruise sitting on the left. He reached a hand to it, slowly grazing it with his long fingers.

“It’s not that bad, stop staring at it like a ghost.” I swat his hand away, heading towards the bathroom.

“I’m taking a shower then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“Don’t think we’re finished, and you’re not going anywhere. Ever.”

That halted me, was he serious?! I slowly turned around, facing him as if we were in a stand off. Five years ago, if he’d said this, I would’ve leaped for joy. Now, those words left a bad taste in my mouth. He had some nerve, some goddamn nerve!

“Oh, NOW you want to keep me? Is that what you’re telling me? Because I can recall five years ago, that I wasn’t enough for you. Remember that, Leati?” I took a few steps towards him.

“You know that’s not true, Kari.” He replied through gritted teeth.

“Yes, it is. You made it clear to me that morning you left me. You couldn’t even bother to wake me up, and give a proper goodbye. Do you have any idea how it feels to confess your love to someone, only to wake up to a two page letter saying they weren’t good enough? I gave you my everything from my body to my heart, and you spit on it all!”

“I never said that! I NEVER SAID THAT!” His yell couldn’t have scared me more. “I told you that I wasn’t good enough. You didn’t deserve a man like me, because I wasn’t any good to you. With the life I lived, I couldn’t keep you like I wanted to.” He took a few steps towards me. “Kari, you made me feel things that no other woman has. That’s why every time we made love it was better than the last. That’s why we barely went on dates, because I couldn’t bare another man looking at you. That’s why I always told you to come to me for whatever you needed, because I wanted to make sure you didn’t want for nothing! You. Were. All. Mine.” He huffed. “And you still are.”

I was touched by Medusa. Completely froze in stone at the words spoken to me. Suddenly, tears began to fall like suppressed streams. My body started to tremble in a fit of rage. Before I knew it, I closed our distance, smacking Leati square in the face.

“YOU BROKE MY HEART!” My broken words escaped, “YOU DID THIS TO ME!”

Leati starts slapping himself, “Come on! Keep doing it because I know I did!” He gets so close to me that I almost stumble back. “I deserve it, come on!”

I smacked him once more, proceeding to take my anger onto his steel chest. Pounding ferociously with my small fists, I cried harder. For the past five years, I was severely depressed over him leaving me. I lost weight, my hair began to shed, I became an alcoholic, and thanks to Paul I was an occasional cocaine user. The classic love story of a drug dealer and his buyer falling for each other. Everyday, he reminded me that I was his property. Whether it was from a good hit, or a good fuck… The man got his point across.

“Why would you do that to me?” I grew tired of hitting Leati, resting my palms on his pecs. “Why?” I sniffle, “Why would you break me like that?”

He picked my chin up, staring at my tear stained face. “I made the mistake of running away from the love of my life without a good reason, and you expect for me to answer that? I came back from Italy last week, and the first thing I needed to do was find you. Bring you back home so I could tell you how much I’ve missed you. That I was stupid for leaving, and not taking you with me.” His eyes softened, “I’m so sorry, Kari. I know I can’t give you back the years I’ve been away, but I’m willing to make up for them for the rest of my life.”

My trembling bottom lip was caught between my teeth. “How can I trust you to do that now? As if you won’t wake up again, leaving me another letter saying goodbye.”

“Trust me,” his pink lips left a trail of kisses all over my warm face. “Please. Just trust me.”

His declaration laced me like fine silk, as I grabbed his wrists. “I told him to make me feel on the outside, what I had been harboring on the inside for all those years.” I smirk, “The sad thing is with every beating, he still couldn’t scratch the surface.”

“When I find him, he’s dead.”

“Good luck with that. He knows how to stay off the grid.”

Leati slid my skirt down to floor, followed by my panties. He tapped my ankles so that I could lift my feet out of my heels, and take off the bottoms. He came back up, snapping my bra off with one hand as he hoisted me onto his hips. We went into the bathroom where he cut on the shower, and then placed me on the counter. After he undressed himself, we walked into the gigantic shower. The warm water felt amazing on my skin. Just like I had remembered.

“Remember our morning showers?” Leati’s naked frame pressed against mines. His right hand landing in between my legs.

I arched into his palm, grazing my sex against it. “Mmm,” I gripped onto his biceps.“ I do.”

Two long fingers started to rub my throbbing clit in a slow motion. “You were always ready for me.”

“I still am,” my breath hitches. “Oh God, I’ve missed this. So much.”

“Me too, baby.” He kisses my neck. “Me too.”

As the speed of his motion picked up, my body tightened. He finally tipped me over when he stuck the padding of his index finger inside me, caressing my G-spot. His thumb continued twirling my clit in heady circles until I finally came with a loud cry. I bucked into his hand, softly gyrating off the after shocks from that breathless orgasm.

“Face me, baby.” He demanded.

I followed suit, and was backed into the shower tile wall. He lifted me onto his hips, where he slowly slid me onto his erection.

“Oooh fuck,” my chest rose frantically from panting.

“Leati.” My voice was barely audible at the feel of him stretching me.

His jaw clinched at the warmth inside of my sleek walls. “I’m so glad she remembers me,” he leisurely strokes. “She knows I’m home.”

I circled my arms around his neck, pulling him into an intense kissing session. I’ve missed him so much that my heart was still hurting from the pain he caused. It was still hard to believe that he was back, that we were together again, that this was happening.

“I love you, Kari.” He took a breath, “I love you so much, and I never stopped.” He kisses me, “Please tell me you still love me.”

My hands take his damp face into possession. “I couldn’t stop even if I tried.”

He smiled, deepening his length into me. “Thank you.”

As we continued to make love, the water bounced all around us. The steam wrapped around us, consoling our limbs as we passionately kissed all the lost time away. I don’t think I’ve ever missed anyone this much. I don’t think I’ve ever needed someone this much. Nothing could possibly compare to this right now. This euphoric feeling was what I had been waiting on to return since the morning he walked away. Now, that I had him back I became scared. Unknowingly, I tensed around him, tightening my arms around his neck.

He broke our kiss. “Hey, look at me. What’s wrong?” He said concerned.

“I don’t know if I can take you leaving me again. Promise me you won’t leave me again.” Tears start to fall, “Leati, I’ll die—”

He shook his head, “No, no, no. Kari, listen to me. I came back for you, and I promise with everything I own that you will be by my side for the rest of my life. Okay?”

I nod, “Okay.”

And just like that, he dove into my neck planting hot kisses along my throat. His strokes doubled in pleasure, as we became close to climaxing. He softly sucked and nipped along my jawline, with our bodies locking tighter around each other.

“Kari,” he groaned my name as he pumped into me twice more.

I finally came, spiraling into a mist of bliss. “Yes, baby, yes!”

We caught our breaths, and proceeded to shower off the lovely aftermath of our reunion. We happily headed back into the bedroom, tucking ourselves in naked and glued to each other. He spooned me from behind, intertwining our arms, kissing my neck and shoulder.

“What’s Paul’s last name?” He breathed into my ear.
“Joaquin,” I yawn.

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I woke up to an idle Leati, breathing softly as he slept next to me. A rush of excitement flowed through me. He was still here … Like he’d promised. I quietly leaned over to give him a morning peck on his lips, and slipped out of bed. After refreshing in the bathroom, I headed downstairs to my most favorite room in this mansion; the kitchen. My stomach was doing backflips since I threw up every substance it had last night. I searched through the cabinets until I found a jar of my favorite honey peanut butter, and a jar of my favorite strawberry jelly in the fridge. They were both brand new containers which made me smile. He was truly waiting to bring me back home. I fixed two sandwiches, and propped myself on top of the smooth marble counter. I flipped on the flat screen across from me, landing the channel on an episode of some random sitcom.

“Well, good morning beautiful.” I watched as a well rested god walk towards me.

I swallow what I was chewing. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” I smile.

He gets in between my legs, placing his hands on my hips, and pecks my lips a few times. “Mmm,” he trails my lips with the tip of his tongue. “Strawberry.”

I giggle. “Remember having these when we were both too lazy to cook?”

He grabs the last sandwich, “Of course.” He takes a huge bite. “We ran out every three days.” He chuckled with a mouthful.

“Hey, that’s exaggerating it a little bit!” I laugh, “I would say more like a week.”

He nods. “If you say so, babe.”

After taking another bite, he places the sandwich in my mouth, and walks off to the fridge. He grabs a carton of milk, pouring two glasses full. When he returns, I take a few gulps of the cool Vitamin D.

“So, I guess I have to break the news to Paul today that he can kiss my ass and go to hell.” I break off a huge piece, placing it into his welcome mouth.

“No need.” He turns the channel to one of the popular news stations.

“Why not?”

“Good morning to all, I am Diane Streeter reporting to you live from Channel 9 News. There has been a dead body found near a lake in East Miami. The discovery was made by a jogger around 7:00 A.M., who said that the dismantled body had surfaced on the land in pieces. The Miami P.D., later received verification from Medical Examiner, Dr. Patricia Hogan, that it was notorious cocaine dealer, Paul Joaquin.”

I could feel the blood drain from my shocked face, as I listened to the newscaster reveal this morning’s top news.

“Oh my God,” I cupped my mouth.

“There hasn’t been a trace of evidence found on any of Joaquin’s body parts or clothing. With the police being hot on his trail for decades now, they’re not going forward with an investigation. They’re currently reaching out to Joaquin’s family members to retrieve his remains. Deputy Sheriff Sheila Barnes states, “One less threat is off of our streets.” I couldn’t agree more. And that is the top story of Channel 9 News in the Morning. Once again, I am Diane Streeter, and you all have a great day.“ She closed with a smile.

Paul is dead. I couldn’t believe it! The news struck me like an unexpected cannon ball. I didn’t know whether to be happy or mildly sad, but one thing’s for damn sure. He’s gone.

I looked to Leati who just finished drinking his milk, and wiping his mouth with his hand. His expression was empty, completely unbothered as if he was deaf during the whole segment. He kissed my forehead, turning on his heel to head out the kitchen.

“Join me back upstairs when you’re finished down here, babe.”

anonymous asked:

My traumaversary is next month, and I already feel broken. I prepared myself all year (this is almost year 2) and I still ended up breaking. My whole body goes into revolt, migraines, the inability to physically go to the bathroom (tmi) until I start taking laxative after laxative, etc. I'm exercising, I'm trying to get more sleep, but I am still falling apart. I feel raw and edgy and broken. Is this normal? For it to start a month out? I feel weak. I am barely functioning and very agitated.

In october I hit traumaversary for year 3.

I was a wreck the entire month of October. A lot of people have trauma seasons instead of traumaversaries. 

I probably need to do an extended post on traumaversaries at some point but in the mean time-

totally.

It’s completely normal for it to start a month out.

Which is the extent of what you asked but I am also going to give you some advice. some will unfortunately not be useful this year- but next.

1. Schedule what you can out of the month. If you can avoid major things in the month of your traumaversary, do it.

2. But also have something to serve as a distraction. It could be marathoning on netflix, it could be making a thousand paper cranes, the important part is that it’s something semi mindless to pass the time.

3. Learn what you can do with agitated states. This is not me reccing this product (I just googled it so I have no idea the quality of this specific one. you can also find them in like walmart and target.) but things like stress balls, hand grip strength thingies, I personally own a reflex punching bag, some people do like those tension bands, some people just plank or do push ups or jumping jacks.  I personally have a playlist that I use and usually by the end of it- I’m exhausted and no longer in that high agitated state. not in a great state either but

4. I’ve come to accept I’m not going to be in a great state that month. My aim is not great- it is neutral and less bad and as functional as possible. (Personally I was in a place where I could drop my work schedule down to only doing 3 8.5 hour days a week vs what I usually do.) 

5. Do as much prep work a head of time as possible when you’re in decent states, agitated states that you can function. Make food or buy food that is easy to grab. I advise purchasing liquid meal replacements if you know you sometimes have issues eating, or soups that you can put in the microwave.  Have as much clothing as you can laid out.

6. Have as much self soothing laid out as possible too. laid out, accesible, in a really visible place, with instructions. I can’t tell you how many times people in a panic just literally forget every single coping skill they know. Have instructions. Have basic things. have less basic things.

7. Fidget toys, tangles, and spinner rings are awesome.

8. Brain dumping before bed, and really I tended to do it anytime I had any sort of free moment. it helped me process what all was going on in my head. sometimes it was just writing down everything that fell out of my brain. other times I had different color pens and like… a different color represented different things (remember for work, remember for SCaR, this is a worry, this is a blank) and I would write them in different sizes depending on how like super concerning it was.

9. Processing is extremely important. Self care is extremely important. in october I did a lot of art projects and they were terrible but at least I was working through my feelings instead of drinking them.

10. If you have friends who know the sitch, let them in on it. Let them know it’s a trauma versary month and try to figure out what works for y'all both in terms of support.

11. When all else fails, even if someone doesn’t know the deal- sometimes the distraction is nice too and if you’re a little emotional find something else to blame it on if you want.  Isolation can be dangerous at times like this. 

12. Give yourself time to feel absolute terrible. I’ve found that when I just tried to feel good- I ended up being miserable all the time. When instead I was like ‘I’m going to just be functional from x-y and I will let myself completely fall apart from a-b.’ then I felt a little but more okay during the times I needed to be a person. Watch terrible movies that make you cry, spend time talking about what happened, listen to poetry about similar event, cry in your bath tub- whatever it is you need to do. 

Use Your Words

A/N - Welp, I needed to write something that wasn’t steeped in plot and thick with angst.  This is very much neither of those things.

Posting today since we’ll be otherwise occupied tomorrow.  To my fellow Captain Swan fans - here, enjoy a little PWP.

Rated M 

He wakes to find her watching him from the middle of the bed, one leg pulled tight to her chest, the other curled under her.  Her hair is tousled over her shoulders, the morning sun making it sparkle like diamonds are weaved into the strands.  She’s wearing one of his shirts, a black one from his pirating days.  It billows around her, the collar laying open nearly to her stomach.

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witchlikefeatures-blog  asked:

Part one;Why do I hate Juliet Simms?Let's take this from the beginning. I discovered BVB only like, two weeks ago, and I thought they're pretty good, so I decided to look them up and get to know not only the band's work, but also the members. And that's when I found Juliet – she's basically everywhere. I figured she's the girlfriend of Andy, and I swear I tried not to believe my first thought –

which was something like „Holy fuck, who’s that bitch.” So there I went again, looking her up this time. (Ignoring the several hate-blogs I ran into… though this gave me a hint that I’m not going to end up liking her. Whatever.) First, I saw she’s a singer /songwriter. Good good, I thought to myself, maybe I’ll be pleasantly surprised. Needless to say, I was not. I’m not saying she has no talent, but definately, it’s not like she’s ever going to be the next Joan Jett or anything like that, nor will she get near to that. Someone needs to inform her, that screaming and trying to make her voice sound raspy is NOT going to make her punkrock, badass, etc. But honestly, when she’s not making attempts at sounding raspy, her voice is even more un-tolerable, in my humble opinion. Song-writing. Average, nothing outstanding. Sappy lovesongs, songs on heartbreak an Anyone cares to inform me about what makes her a wild child? Colorful hair? Piercings? Playing guitar and failing miserably at trying to look oh-so badass? (Yes, she’s a child actually for many reasons. LOL.)Let’s move on to her behaviour during interviews, online communities, social media, and onstage. I’ve noticed (others did too, I’ve read that), that she just walks in on Andy/BVB during interviews and takes the words. Also, when they were doing an interview for Rock Magazine (if I remember well) at Warped Tour, she continously cut off Andy, and just kept talking talking talking. Social media. She disses people who are much more famous and talented than she’ll ever become, as if she had the Holy Grail. Someone asks a question, she goes off on them and blocks them. What a way to treat fans! Also she sells her stuff for ridiculous prices. Who is she? Karl Lagerfeld or something? Let’s not mention that she keeps bringing Andy into everything. Okay, girl, we get you are dating Andy but… get a fucking grip! Onstage. That’s what got to me the most. When she’s „performing” she constantly runs off to Andy to cling to him, kiss him. No one’s EVER going to make me believe that she’s not rubbing him into the BVB fans face. (Many of them are somewhat in love with Andy, and she’s very aware of that.) That’s just so un-professional and childish. Seriously, you are dating, so.  Oh, and grow the fuck up. Some personal stuff here – I myself dated a musician once. (He was a drummer/guitarist/bassist.. basically whatever instrument was needed he played it, and also did background vocals.) They didn’t get far but had quite a few shows, which I of course attended, but I NEVER went up to him during the show to hug him, kiss him or whatsoever. I was either waiting for him in the so-called backstage or was in the crowd having fun in the moshpit. Also when they were doing rehearsals, they were in the garage doing their business, and I (with the girlfriends of the other dudes), was in the house minding my own stuff. We went to join them only if asked. (Like, they needed our opinion or were finished, you get my point.) And I was around 20 during that time, young, punk, and still, more mature than a chick that is nearly 30. And then came that EP. I looked it up, she was promising to release an album for 2-3 years now, and she releases an EP with 6 songs on it. (Am I right?) Also I saw she was telling people to give her money so she can release her stuff and so on. 3 years, one EP, 6 songs. So much for someone who was in „The Voice”, coming as second. This kind of leaves me thinking that there’s something.   At first they really looked happy together, but if you look at their recent photos, Andy just looks tired and bored. Juliet is never looking at him, but into the camera. To me, it’s pretty obvious she’s using him, and is only with him because of his fame. If I’m correct, they got together when she auditioned for the Voice (Whoosh, already some kind of a recognition, girlfriend of Andy Six/Biersack) – coincidence? I think not. And ever since, she clings to Andy, follows him on tours – Andy said so himself – and shit. Honestly, if she was minding her business and building her career, she couldn’t be up his ass all the time. She got NOWHERE during these years, but still makes it seem like everyone wants to work with her. As if she was a rockstar. Also, Andy’s probably looking bored because he’s fed up with her ways – he’s done so much for her, participated in her video, sang with her on that sad excuse of an EP, kept promoting her… and still, she’s nowhere. And finally, how she treats fans. I’ve read stories on both sides, but the one that truly got to me is the one where Juliet damaged the girl’s phone, all for she wanted a picture with the guys. (I’ve read that on your blog). This PERFECTLY shows that not only she’s insecure about herself (and is a pshychobitch), but she’s also unsure about Andy’s feelings – which means, their relationship has a very weak base, that is weakening day by day. If they were as happy and she makes them seem to be,  Also she’s a bad influence on Andy. I have a feeling he got ruder towards fans because he doesn’t want Juliet to bitch at him. To sum it up – to me, Juliet comes off as a childish, immature wannabe, who thinks she’s all that, just because she dates a rockstar. Basically a julietsimms. That’s an insult. Thank you. Sorry, this got a little long. (if there’s any grammar mistakes, I’m sorry, English is not my mothertongue.)

My response to your (very well put and in depth) message:

Originally posted by loquaciousfiasco

This message completely puts together everything we have conjured up together in one submission. Juliet has always been a nobody in the music industry (unless you count a suck up). Her songs have always been those crappy pop love/break up songs that you hear Adele singing. Once she got with Andy (after breaking through Andy’s and Scout’s relationship barrier), she used him to get as much fame as possible. Sure maybe at first they were happy together (Andy was happy with her), but soon enough, she saw how much worth Andy is in the music scene he’s aiming for and did all she could to put herself in the spotlight to gain all the attention. She’s gone for so long trying to make her relationship with him seem as strong as one can be. Now, it’s easy to see things aren’t as honeymoon-ish as she claims it to be. Juliet has changed him; he’s easily seen unhappy, he’s been rude, and doesn’t stand up for the things he used to. Juliet is the reason many people have left the BVB fanbase and it’s NOT because of jealousy.

I just hope she doesn’t ruin any other fanbases. She needs to be out of the picture ASAP

ilovegemgem  asked:

Please could you write something where emma and Killian are fighting villains and Emma sees killian fighting and is like oh holy damn my man is hot

I’ve loved this prompt ever since I found it in my inbox (which is a while ago) 

This fic has not only become a short ode to Killian’s looks but also to his personality and what he does for Emma. Sorry for the wait, I just couldn’t get the right words out.

Lucky Me

~2500 words

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Tagging a few people who wanted to be tagged: @mermaidswans @emmajones1019 @shady-swan-jones (if you want one as well, just ask)

Sometimes Emma is sick of her life as savior/sheriff. In the three and a half years she has lived here, the town has been sieged by a million villains and maybe that’s a bit exaggerated but it definitely feels like that.

There was the Evil Queen, then Cora, Greg & Tamara, Peter Pan tried to take over too, Zelena, several times; the Snow Queen, Ursula, Cruella, Maleficent, Dark Swan (but that doesn’t really count because she didn’t have to fight herself), Dark Hook, Hades, Mr. Hyde, the Evil Queen again. And not to forget the immense amount of attempts Gold has made to screw them over.

Emma deserves a break, she really does. But here they are, in the middle of a fight against Jafar (yeah, that dude out of Aladdin). Who would be next, she wonders. Is the voodoo Doctor out of Princess and the Frog going to cast a spell over town or maybe Scar wants to take over Storybrooke to turn into his own kingdom. It would not be the least bit surprising.

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Solangelo

“Where are we going?” Nico asked for what seemed like the hundredth time as he followed Will through the forest.

“I already told you,” Will replied with a smile as he ducked under a branch, leaves crunching under his feet.

“‘You’ll see when we get there’ is not an answer!” Nico complained.

“It’s a surprise!’' 

’'I hate surprises…” Nico grumbled, crossing his arms. Will let out a laugh and shook his head.

“Lighten up! You’ll love it!” He promised.

“It feels like you’re gonna get us lost…”

“Am not!” He protested.

“Whatever you say…”

“I know where I’m going!”

“We aren’t even on a path, and I’ve never been in this part of the woods before.” Nico pointed out.

“I don’t need a path! I’ve been this way lots of times. No one else has. I have a secret place.”

“Why are you bringing me there?” Nico questioned, curious why anyone would want to go anywhere with him, especially somewhere special.

 ’'You’re my friend.“ Will replied with a shrug.

’'You have lots of friends.’' 

Will was quiet for a moment. ’'Not like you…” He spoke quietly.

Nico wasn’t sure what that meant, but he didn’t have much time to ponder on it, because suddenly the trees broke and they were standing on the edge of a clearing.

It was breathtakingly beautiful. Green grass broke through soft soil, flowers were blooming in an assortment of colors. Birds were chirping, soaring above, dancing to their tunes. The sun seemed brighter than ever, though not blinding. It was strait up above, set in the middle of the cloudless sky. The horizon was a deep blue, bluer than Nico had ever seen it. The scene was greater than even on Mount Olympus.

“Stunning, isn’t it?” Will beamed, his arms spread wide as he entered the clearing.

“uh-huh…” Nico mumbled unintelligibly, unable to form a sentence. Will didn’t seem to notice though.

“Yeah, I discovered it a few years ago. I was wandering, you know, had too much on my mind… I was trying to sort out some feelings. I was roaming for a while, not really paying attention to where I was going. Before I knew it… I was lost. I tried finding my way back, tried finding another camper, but there weren’t any. I was alone. It started getting dark, I’m not going to lie, I was scared. I could hear the monsters stirring. All I could think was,'this is it, this is the end.’ I almost gave up too. But my father, he heard my thoughts and led me here. No one else has ever found it, I think it’s shrouded from their vision or something. Monsters too. I spent the night here, when I returned to camp they were all shocked to see me alive. I didn’t tell them about this place though. I kept this place secret. I know it may seem selfish, but I don’t know. I just wanted somewhere to call my own. My cabin’s pretty full. So, it felt nice to come here and be alone. Just somewhere to be alone, and think. And you, my friend, look like someone who could use someplace to think.”

Will sat down on picnic blanket, then began unpacking a basket. He had a few bottles of water and a couple of sandwiches. He looked up at Nico, who was still standing at the edge of the clearing, and patted the seat next to him.

Nico smiled and began to step forward. Then he stopped, his smile dissipated as he stared at his foot, hovering just a few inches above the ground. He couldn’t enter the clearing. Every plant he touched died. Not when he was just walking, but when he sat and stayed for a while, he took their life force. He couldn’t do that to Will’s clearing. He couldn’t do that to Will. Everything he touched turned to poison. He couldn’t let Will be one of his casualties. 

“Hey Nico, come on!” Will waved Nico over.

“Umm..i’m good…’' 

Will raised his eyebrow quizzically. ’'Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Well get out here!” Will continued to wave Nico over.

“No.’' 

’'No?” Will questioned, authority in his voice.

“No!” Nico forced out, his head hanging.

Will got up and walked to where Nico was standing. “What’s your problem?”

“I don’t have a problem!” Nico growled.

“Dude, calm down,” Will held out his hands cautiously, “I thought you’d like it here.”

“Well, I don’t.” Nico lied.

Will frowned. “Oh.” He whimpered sadly. Nico felt really bad, he had the urge to apologize. To give Will a hug. But that was the problem, wasn’t it?

“Well… Just come sit with me. Eat some food. I made PB&J’s!” Will grabbed Nico’s arm as to drag him to the picnic but Nico pulled away.

“I don’t want to go.”

“Come on! Doctors orders!” Will smirked. 

“How is it doctors orders?’' 

’'Because you’re too pale and need sunlight.” Will informed him.

“That’s my own problem.”

“Please Nico.” Will begged sadly. It took everything Nico had not to cave.

“No.”

“Come on, we’re all friends here.”

“That’s the thing…” Nico began.

“What?” Will asked, concerned.

“We’re not friends.”

“What?” Will asked again,.

“You heard me, we aren’t friends, nor will we ever be.” Nico announced loudly.

“Nico are feeling alright? I’m worried about you. You should sit down or something…” Will reached for Nico but Nico jerked back.

“No! No, no, no! Don’t touch me! Stay away from me! We are not friends! I hate you! All you are is my doctor who drags me with him everywhere he goes! You think you know what’s right for me! But you don’t! You don’t know me!” Nico screamed.

As he turned and ran away, he accidentally caught the hurt, betrayed expression that had settled onto Wills face. He tried to hold in the tears but failed miserably. He didn’t know where he was heading, but in the moment, he didn’t care. He just ran. Tried to outrun the pain. He had done what had to be done. 

Finally, the forest disappeared around him and he found himself near the cabins. He rushed to the Hades cabin and slammed the door behind him. He slid his back down the door and sobbed. He didn’t know how long he was there. He didn’t care. He just wanted to sit there forever and wallow in his self pity.

Suddenly a knock broke through the eerie silence that had long sense fallen over the cabin.

“Who is it?” Nico cried.

“Nico, It’s Will!”

“Go away!” Nico demanded between sobs.

“Are you crying?” Will asked gently.

“No…” Nico denied.

“Nico, please open your door.” Will pleaded softly.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“It’s for you’re own good! I’m a monster!”

“No you’re not.” Will disagreed.

“Yes I am! I kill everything I touch!”

“That’s not true. Besides, I can take care of myself.”

“No you can’t! Get away from me! I’m going to ruin you like I ruin everything else!”

“Why does it even matter?”

“BECAUSE I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!” Nico revealed.

There was silence. At first Nico was afraid he’d scarred Will away but then  Will spoke. “Nico, let me in.”

Nico stood, pulling himself up. His legs wobbled as he opened the door. Will entered, shutting the door behind him. Nico trained his gaze on the floor.

“Nico, look at me.” Will whispered.

Nico looked up slowly. Then, they were kissing. Nico had never felt anything like this before. It felt like his insides were on fire, in a good way. It felt like he were floating. When Will broke away Nico was surprised to have to gasp for air. Will smiled at him, his eyes crinkling, melting Nico’s heart. They stared into each others eyes as Will wiped away Nico’s tears with the sleeve of his shirt.

“I love you too.”

I did a prompt challenge called “A Picture is Worth A Thousand Words”.  @i-am-thealpha (I have tried tagging that like 14 times AND IT’S NOT TAGGING) submitted this picture and whoops, I wrote 3500 words instead!

Thanks to ljummen and thehomoschedule and hannahbo22 for their quick beta work!

Title:  Christmas Cookies and Mistle-Faux
Fandom:  Teen Wolf.  Duh.
Pairing:  Sterek. See above, re: duh

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     The kitchen is a mess.  A fucking mess. And Stiles isn’t looking forward to cleaning it.  He surveys the damage and wonders if he can convince the pack to help him clean it up at the end of their Christmas party.  It’ll be a bonding activity.  Yeah, that’s good.  A bonding activity.  They’ll totally buy that.

      They’ll never buy that.

      Stiles still isn’t sure why he offered to host the party.  They’d been sacked out around Derek’s loft the Saturday after Thanksgiving and somehow the topic of a pack Christmas party came up.  Everyone had been for it—Scott was so excited talking about it, it may very well have been Christmas that day—but nobody seemed all that amped to host it.  After a couple of hours of talking about food and gift exchanges (they decided on a Secret Santa, as opposed to a White Elephant Gift Exchange), nobody had yet to take on the mantle of host.  Derek reluctantly began to volunteer just before Stiles heard the words “I’ll do it” pop out of his mouth with such force it surprised even himself.  Thank God everyone else offered to bring the actual food, because if Stiles had to host and cook dinner, he couldn’t have guaranteed not to season everything with wolfsbane.

     He’d pulled Derek’s name in the Secret Santa drawing and had inwardly groaned, wondering how he was going to suss out gift ideas from Derek, who had everything and wanted nothing except maybe some peace and quiet.  But fortune took a pity on Stiles that day.  Derek had had one of his rare moments of unabashed nostalgia and talked about the Christmas cookies his mother used to make:  nothing more than simple sugar cookies cut out in Christmas shapes and glazed with powdered sugar frosting.

     Stiles had shoved down his feelings for Derek long ago, knowing that nothing would ever come of them.  Still, every now and then something like this would happen, and the rush of emotion Stiles felt for Derek–as a friend, as someone he crushed on–would overcome Stiles.  Listening to Derek talking about how he and his mother would spend an entire day making trays and trays of these cookies, decorating them to perfection, had made Stiles chest swell unexpectedly.  He’d instantly decided to make those cookies for Derek.

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Fists & Knives - Chapter 22

When I woke up beside Harry the next morning, I was having mixed feelings like never before.  On one hand, I was furious with myself for giving in so easily and just coming back to the house with him after all of those hurtful things he said to me.  I could have at least made him sleep one more night alone knowing that I was just two floors beneath him.  On the other hand, he looked beyond perfect as the sun shone through his window onto his face and his brown locks of hair dangled all around his face messily.  I loved it when you could just barely see the stubble above his lip and along his sharp jawline.  When his eyes fluttered open and met mine, the seemed to reflect a million different shades of green and gray before deciding on one and morphing to that color.   It was wild.  I tried not to stare for too long, but instead shimmied my way out of Harry’s arms and stood up to leave.

“You’re not staying?” He half-whined, half-grumbled.

I shook my head as I walked to the door. “Why would I?”

“To snuggle?”

His voice made me want to turn around and full-on sprint back to the bed, but I couldn’t let myself.  Harry had to know that he couldn’t just toss me around and get away with it.  I wasn’t going to put up with that.  He was just making it hard.  My brain was beginning to hurt.  I never had to try and stay mad at Clark… it just happened.  Every time I looked at Harry, I had to force myself not to jump on him and start kissing his face.

“Snuggle with your teddybear, Harry.  I have to make breakfast for Lou.”

“Since when did you start calling him Lou??”

“Since right now.”

Harry pouted. “He’s not hungry.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Well you don’t know that he is hungry.”

“Harry…”

“Kennedy… please come back to bed, baby.”

Baby.  He called me baby.  A wave of warmth shot through my chest.  Harry must have caught onto my hesitation because his voice seemed to be laced with a little more temptation as he called me again slowly.

Baby…”

“No, Harry,” I finally spat out before taking off down the stairs.  Dammit, he knew exactly how to play me.

To my dismay, Louis didn’t wake up in time for breakfast, but he did come find me for lunch.  He hugged me so tight that I thought my head was going to pop off.  “Praise the lord you’re back.  Harry kept trying to make these intense dishes like you do and he failed miserably every time.  I have ended up eating more cold pizza in the last four days than I ever care to again in my life.”

Harry?  Cooking?

As I was slicing up tomatoes for my Beef Barley Soup, Harry came into the kitchen and walked up behind me.  He slid a hand around my waist and leaned down to kiss me on my cheek, but I slipped out of his grasp and dodged the kiss quickly.  Louis laughed loudly at the disappointed look on Harry’s face, and I was even trying hard not to laugh myself.  I scooped up a handful of diced tomatoes from the board and made my way to the pot of boiling broth on the stove.  When I turned around again, Harry was picking a few pieces of tomatoes off of the cutting board.  Quickly, I grasped my knife in my hand and stabbed the blade into the cutting board beside Harry’s hand.  He dropped the tomatoes and retracted his hand instantly, but didn’t step away from me.

“Hands off,” I said. “I need those for your lunch.”

“I can’t have one??”

“No,” I said sternly. “You can’t.”

“Can I have one, Kennedy?” Louis asked, reaching across the bar to the cutting board and pinching a tomato between his fingers.

“Sure Lou!” I sang, grinning at him.

“What the fuck??” Harry blurted. “What is this?? What is this game?? I don’t fucking like this game!!”

I lifted my shoulders and cocked my head at him.  “What are you talking about?  There is no game here.”  I winked obviously at Louis.

Harry growled. “There is something going on here and I don’t like it.  What?  What is it?” I couldn’t help but giggle as Harry became more and more flustered, throwing his hands around in the air and pacing across the kitchen.  “It’s not funny!” He said. “Do you have to be on the opposite side of the bar or something? Is that it?  Do I have to be next to Louis to have a damn tomato??”

He stomped quickly out of the kitchen and sat himself at the bar beside Louis. 

Louis looked sideways at him with a stupid grin on his face. “Doing okay, mate?”

“No, Louis, I am not okay,” Harry grumbled. “Can I have a tomato?” He asked me, raising his eyebrows and crossing his arms.

“Nope,” I denied him, picking up a tomato square for myself and popping it into my mouth.  Louis reached across the bar again and grabbed himself another piece of tomato.  Harry eyed both of us closely and sat forward slowly, extending his arm toward the small pile of red fruits.  Right as his fingers reached the cutting board, I grasped the knife and stabbed it into the wood again in front of his fingers.  He snapped his hand back and pouted.  I grinned triumphantly as Louis burst into a fit of laughter.

For the rest of the day, Harry seemed to avoid me while still following me around.  I decided to take a run on the treadmill, but not long after I started to run, Harry came out of his room and began to hit the punching bag.  He would strip off a layer of clothing every so often to try and catch my attention.  After my run, I jumped into the pool and swam a few laps, but when I was swimming to the left, Harry jumped in the pool and started swimming to the right.  When I would start swimming to the right, Harry would turn around and swim to the left.  Even when I was in my shower, Harry came down and knocked on the door.

“What?” I asked, peeking my head out of the curtain with a head full of sudsy shampoo.

Harry shifted on his feet and held out his hand, my red bandana dangling through his fingers.  “I wanted to give this back to you.”

“You thought now would be a good time?”  I asked.  Harry’s eyes scanned the shower curtain for any kind of transparency, but thankfully, there was none.  I grinned and ducked back into the shower before telling him, “Drop it on the bed.”

Later that night, I sat with Louis on the couch watching Captain America.  From the corner of my eye, I spotted Harry as he made his way to the single seat next to the couch.  He got comfortable and didn’t stare at the TV, but rather, at me.  Not wanting to give him any bit of satisfaction, I didn’t bother to look his way.  He shifted multiple times in his seat, making any kind of noise to try and get attention.  Finally, Louis sent him a look of irritation. “Mind keeping it down over there?  I’m trying to watch.”

“I can’t get comfortable,” Harry said quietly.  Louis ignored him.  Harry watched me for a moment and stood up. “Maybe I’ll be more comfortable here.”  He walked to the middle of the couch between Louis and myself and plopped down.  He smelled clean like he had just jumped out of the shower and his arm was soft as he brushed it against me.  I frowned as he continued to shift back and forth, closer and closer to me, until finally, I sighed as loudly as I could.

“The hell are you doing?” Louis blurted.  “Seriously.”

Harry stood abruptly and turned to me.  I still hadn’t looked at him.  Without warning, he scooped me up into his arms and collapsed back onto the couch so I could sit on his lap.  He cuddled me close to him and sighed with contentment. “That’s better.”

Across the couch, Louis was chuckling to himself. “You can’t force her to love you, you know.”

Beneath me, Harry growled and punched Louis’ arm.  Louis glared at Harry.

I leapt up from Harry’s lap and smiled at both boys pleasantly, but more Louis than Harry. “I’m off to bed.”

“What??” Harry asked.

“Good night, Kennedy!” Louis said cheerfully, standing up and giving me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Bed already?” Harry stood and looked down at me with his brow furrowed.

I shrugged.  “I’m tired.  Good night.”  Without giving Harry any hug or kiss, I walked around the couch and part-way down my steps.  I stopped and listened closely when I heard Harry trying to keep his shouting as quiet as he could.

What is going on??”

Louis chuckled. “She’s pissed as hell, mate!”

“Well why??”

“You fucking fired her and you just expect her to come back here happily?”

YES. I went after her, didn’t I?  She’s back, isn’t she?  Doesn’t she understand that I really fucking care for her??”  Harry spat.

Louis groaned. “Just say love.  I know you love her.  I’m your best friend, god dammit, you don’t have to pretend around me.”

Harry remained silent.  I could hear explosions from the movie going on and couldn’t tell if the boys had simply switched back to watching more of the movie again.  Finally, Harry spoke. “Just help me.  Tell me what to do.”

“You said some nasty shit to her before you fired her.  You owe her an apology.”

“I did apologize.”

“She’s not acting like you did.”

“Well I did.”

“Are you sure??”

More silence. 

Louis spoke again.  “Look, if you don’t want my advice, don’t ask for it.  I’ve been in how many relationships and this is your… hmm… first?  I think I know what to do when it comes to most girls.”

“Kennedy isn’t like ‘most’ girls,” Harry grumbled.  My heart fluttered.

“Damn right she’s not.  But she’s also not an alien.”

Harry growled again. 

Louis slapped his legs and stood up from the couch.  I heard his feet as he walked toward his room.  “Well for fucks sake, Harry.  Then do what you want.  Just trying to help.  I know you hate to apologize but that’s what needs to happen here.  A hundred dollars says that’s what she’s waiting for.”

With the end of their conversation, I rushed as quietly as I could down into my room and dove into my bed, slipping my shorts and bra off as I went.  I giggled to myself as I thought about Harry living a life without an experienced friend like Louis.  What was there to even imagine?  Harry wouldn’t be able to have a relationship for longer than an hour.

My heart stopped beating in my chest as I heard footsteps on the stairs.  He was coming down to apologize now?  For some reason, I figured he would wait until tomorrow and come to me with pre-written flashcards or something.  I remained still, facing away from him on the bed as he came down into the room. “K?”

I didn’t respond.

“Kennedy?”

A part of the bed behind me sunk as he leaned his arms onto it.

“Are you asleep?”

I waited a moment longer.  His hands left the bed and he sighed. “Shit.”

“I’m not asleep.”

“What?”

“I said fuck you.”

"You didn’t.  I heard you.  You said you were not asleep.”

“Then why did you ask me to repeat myself?" 

Harry rushed to my side of the bed and sat on the floor in front of my face, looking up at me. “Kennedy, I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

A wrinkle formed in the skin on Harry’s forehead as he picked at a thread on the mattress beneath me and thought.  “Well I fired you and I think I called you a bitch somewhere in there.”

“Something like that,” I hummed.

“And I think I said something nasty about us having sex and you only being there to keep the dreams away or something – I don’t remember.  I should because obviously it was bad and you remember but I just really want you to know that I’m sincerely sorry.  I would have apologized sooner but I just…”

“Aren’t used to apologizing?”

“Yeah.  And you came back… I kinda thought that was your way of telling me I was forgiven…” I frowned.  Harry did too.  “I’m kind of an idiot…”

“Kind of.”

Harry looked down shamefully and rocked on his butt with his feet crossed under him.  It always baffled me how he could go from being a beast in the bowing ring to some kind of child like he was now sitting on the floor below me.  He peered up at me slowly, his eyes suddenly blazing with energy. “If I asked you to get in the car and go on a date with me, would you?”

“What?  I mean, yes… I suppose…”

Harry grinned and jumped up onto his feet.  “Let’s go.”

“Wait,” I stuttered. “Right now?”  The numbers on my phone read 10:14pm. 

“Right now, come on!” Harry reached under the covers of my bed and pulled my legs to the side of the mattress, his fingers brushing against my skin lightly as he let go of them.  He stared at my tan thighs for a moment and then looked up the rest of my body at me. “You’re so beautiful.”

My breath hitched in my throat as I gazed up at him.  I wasn’t prepared for that. 

“I’m really terribly sorry, Kennedy.  For everything the last couple of days and for when we first met.  I was a complete dick and you deserve so much better, so I’m going to try and be better, okay? I mean it,” Harry nearly whispered, taking my hands and pulling me to my feet.  My heart almost wouldn’t start beating again as I thought of what Harry said.  It was refreshing to hear someone say “you deserve better” and then have them follow up with “and I’m going to be that someone better.”  Harry wanted me.  Harry wanted to be mine, and I definitely wanted to be his.  Any trace of angry blood that I had in my body disappeared in that instance.  Harry tossed me a bra and a pair of shorts and within the next five minutes, we were gone.

…………………………………………………………………………………

“So you pick a flavor, either chocolate or vanilla,” Harry explained while he pointed at the menu board above us.  He drove a little ways out of the city to a small ice cream parlor called Sweet Treats.  I nodded against his shoulder and gripped his hand more tightly.  He grinned down at me and continued. “Then you pick up to 5 ingredients to add in, either syrups or candies or whatever you like.  They blend it all together like a milkshake but thicker and it tastes amazing.”

The last time I went out for ice cream, I was still living in the orphanage.  Andrea had taken me out and asked me what I wanted to do with my life since I had graduated high school the week before.  As I sat and licked my ice cream, the only thing I could think of at the moment came out of my mouth: “Culinary School.”

While I stood with Harry and looked over the flavor board, the cashier eyed us closely. “Are you that Harry Styles guy?  And you’re his girlfriend?”

Harry frowned and shook his head.  He and I both wanted to avoid people in general tonight.  Thankfully, we were some of the only ones at the parlor for the moment.  Unfortunately, we had been recognized by the one other person there.  I was a little glad the cashier referred to me as “girlfriend” and nothing else though, like homewrecker or slut.

“You guys sure look like them,” the boy said, rubbing his hand under the bangs on his forehead and adjusting his glasses.

“We get that a lot,” Harry said monotonously.

“Are you sure?” The boy asked.  Next to me, Harry tensed.  I squeezed his hand tightly.

“We’re going to order now,” He said through clenched teeth.  The boy turned red but wiggled his fingers in preparation to take our order.  I was glad he didn’t push the issue of our identity any further.

Harry ended up choosing vanilla with pistachios and banana while I got chocolate with coffee flavoring and toffee bits.  Both mixtures were fantastic, like Harry promised, and we sat and shared the ice cream in his car while we listened to the overplayed music of the radio.  The moment I claimed that I liked Harry’s better, he took my cone from me and placed his in my hand. “Have the rest.”

“No!! I would feel bad.”

“Don’t feel bad,” Harry said, taking a large spoonful of my mixture. “I like yours better anyway.”

“You’re a liar.”

“I’m not lying.” He watched me seriously until I took a spoonful of his ice cream and put it in my mouth.  Then he grinned and leaned across the median of the car, planting his cold, yet sweet-flavored lips against mine.  Small giggles escaped me as he kissed me over and over all the while I was trying to swallow that bit of ice cream and bananas.  Harry finally stopped and kept his eyes on me while I tried to regain my composure and wipe some spilled ice cream from my shirt.  He made me feel incredible just the way he looked at me. 

The date was short, yet sweet – no pun intended.  For our first legitimate date, it was perfect.  As we drove home, Harry kept our hands locked tightly together and moved his thumb up and down mine with slow and delicate movements that made my heart flutter and kept my attention on him the whole ride.  When we got home, he continued to grasp my hand and walked me to the stairs into my room before letting go.  He bent down to wrap his arms around my back and waited for me to wrap my arms around his neck to pick me up slowly.  My feet dangled beneath me and I squirmed as Harry kissed my ear. “Thanks for going on a date with me.”

“It was my pleasure,” I said, returning the kiss on Harry’s cheek. 

He let me down slowly and sighed.  “So…”

I laughed and took Harry’s hand. “Stay with me?  I want you to.”  I chose my words carefully.  The last thing I wanted to do was end the night having Harry feeling needy or like he was using me.  I think I finally understood that he actually wasn’t.

Our fingers intertwined once more as I lead him down the stairs and we both walked to opposite sides of the bed.  We mirrored each other as we undid the buttons of our pants and shorts and let them fall to the floor.  His boxers made me grin – yellow with Dr. Seuss characters all over them.

“Where on earth do you find your boxers?” I asked, covering my smile with my hand.

Harry pulled at the fabric and looked pleased with himself. “Like them?”

“LOVE them.”

Again, Harry and I mimicked each other as we stripped off our shirts (and me my bra) and rolled onto our sides of the bed.  I scooted closer and closer to him until I could feel his head against my chest and his arms around my back.  I dug my fingers into his hair and pulled gently like I know he loved, and in return he began to kiss the skin on my chest, dragging his lips from place to place until he found a spot on my neck that sent shivers down my spine and began to suck.  He nibbled on the skin lightly, eliciting a moan from me, and pushed me onto my back.  I kept my fingers tangled in his hair as he began to grind his hips into mine just enough to get me throbbing.  I sighed as he kissed more up my neck and pulled his lips across my check, hovering over my own lips for a moment before he whispered, “We don’t have to do this tonight if you don’t want to.”

“Oh trust me, I want to,” I mumbled against his lips, reaching down and running my hand over the straining fabric of his boxers.

Harry inhaled sharply. “I mean like… shit – if you’re still mad at me we can ­– holy fuck – we can wait until a better time-“  Harry placed his forehead in the crook of my neck as I slipped my hand under the band of his boxers and gripped him more tightly.

“No, now is definitely good,” I breathed into his ear.  His entire body shuddered at my voice.

“Do you want the top?” He strained as I moved my hand more quickly up and down.  I couldn’t help but grin to myself.  He was actually thinking of me.  I nodded quickly and Harry fell onto his back beside me.  He connected our lips again and immediately swiped my lips with his tongue, begging me to part my mouth.  As I did, he grabbed my hips with both hands and lifted me to straddle his hips.  I instantly began to slide my hips back and forth against him, feeling him grow even more between my legs.  Harry pulled gently at my underwear, taking the lace around two fingers and attempting to pull them off while I was still straddling him.  I hurried to kick off my underwear and he stripped off his own swiftly before I leapt back on to him and bit my lip. “Ready?”

Harry leaned upward to me and cupped my face in his hands before kissing me softly and slowly. “Ready.”

I lowered myself onto him, being incredibly self-conscious of the faces I was probably making while I forced my body down.  I waited every few seconds for my body to adjust, and thankfully Harry didn’t try and force me down or hurry me in any way.  He merely kissed my arms and hands and whispered to me about how beautiful I was and how happy he was that I was back.  His whispers turned to moans as I began to move up and down slowly, slowly, slowly, and soon his hands found my hips.  He massaged his thumbs into my upper thighs and helped me to roll my body back and forth along his, still moving slowly but beginning to pick up the pace.  Not having done this in a while, I could feel my thighs beginning to burn, but Harry kept me going with his hands.  He dug his fingers more into my skin the faster we got, the faster he moved me, until finally we hit our highs together without saying anything.  I collapsed forward onto his chest and listened to his heart race as we came undone and sat for a few minutes, just trying to steady our breathing and take it all in.  Harry kissed my finger tips and stroked my back as I waited a moment for the muscles all over my body to relax.  When I climbed off of Harry, we instantly returned to our normal position, his head against my chest, his arms around my back, and my fingers laced in his hair, and we fell asleep without another word.