she sat on all of the chairs

Therapy 21.03.17 // the visit // part two

We went into my therapist’s office which is behind her house. I’ve seen photos of it, but my first thought was the room was smaller than I expected it to be. I put my bag on the couch, took my shoes off and exclaimed at the floor feeling all warm though my socks. T started moving the folding chairs around and setting them out next to the table, and then she got me to help her lift a wooden board up to cover the table top. I got the Fimo out and we sat down and started unwrapping it. I commented that the turquoise and purple were my favourite colours, and she said hers too.

“Have you thought what you’re going to make?” T asked.
“No, not really….” I said “well I thought I might make a butterfly, but then when I bought the Fimo there was a multipack with pictures of birdhouses on, and then I thought maybe I’ll make a house. I was trying to think of a way to combine the two, but I think it would end up being a giant butterfly on a house so it might not work”
T laughed at that, then I asked her what she was going to make.
“I’ve had various ideas, but I think I’m going to make a coil pot”

So we set about making our models and chatting a bit while we did so. T started rolling long sausages for her coil pot and I squished a block of turquoise around in my fingers trying to decide what shape to make it. It was nice to work next to each other sometimes talking and sometimes in silence.

Every so often, T wondered out loud “hmm, should I add another colour here? What does it need now? How can I finish it off?” I don’t know if this is how she naturally is or if it’s a therapeutic skill she learnt. I can see that talking out your thought process like that can show that it’s ok to not have all the answers to start with and to be curious about what you might do next and what the options are.

I didn’t talk my thought process out like that because I wasn’t really aware of it at the time, but afterwards I thought yes, I did think very similar things - what should I do next? would this look good? how can I add this effect? - but I keep those thoughts to myself. I feel uncomfortable letting myself be seen in that uncertainty, like its a weakness that must be kept guarded. It was interesting to see T working in a different way to me and being ok with me hearing her thinking out loud.

When we’d both finished, we packed her model up for me to take home and she put mine in a safe place ready to bake. “I wonder where I’ll put it….I’ll have to find a space on a shelf somewhere” she commented.
“Yes, where’s it going to go?” I asked her, looking up at the shelves round the top of the room.
She saw where I was looking and said “oh, no, I’m going to put it on a low shelf, maybe that windowsill next to you there” I love the idea of my house being on her windowsill. I hope she does put it there.

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Trump supporter charged with hate crime after attacking JFK airport worker in hijab

  • Authorities charged a Massachusetts man with hate crimes Thursday after he allegedly kicked a hijab-wearing employee at JFK Airport and shouted “Trump is here now … he will get rid of all of you!”
  • 57-year-old Robin A. Rhodes of Worcester, Massachusetts, was at JFK Wednesday awaiting a connecting flight, according to a press release from Queens County District Attorney Richard A. Brown. Between 7:10 p.m. and 9:45 p.m., Rhodes accosted Rabeeya Kahn as she sat in her office in the Delta Air Lines Sky Club lounge.
  • “Are you [expletive] sleeping? Are you praying? What are you doing?” Rhodes said. He then allegedly punched the door, which hit the back of Kahn’s chair. 
  • Kahn asked Rhodes what she had done to him and he responded, “You did nothing but I am going to kick your [expletive] ass,” before kicking her in the leg. 
  • When she tried to leave the office, Rhodes allegedly kicked the door again and blocked her from leaving.
  • Someone eventually intervened, allowing Kahn to leave the office as she ran to the front desk.
  • Rhodes then followed her and got down on his knees and began mocking Muslim prayer and shouted: 
  • “[Expletive] Islam, [Expletive] ISIS, Trump is here now. He will get rid of all of you. You can ask Germany, Belgium and France about these kind of people. You will see what happens." 
  • Rhodes has been charged with third-degree assault, second-degree unlawful imprisonment, third-degree menacing, first-degree harassment, all with hate crime specifications.
  • If convicted, Rhodes faces up to four years in prison. Read more

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The Twins’ Relationship with Ginny is Highly Underrated

It’s great to watch it develop over the course of the series.

PS:

“Hurry up!” their mother said, and the three boys clambered onto the train. They leaned out of the window for her to kiss them good-bye, and their younger sister began to cry.

“Don’t, Ginny, we’ll send you loads of owls.”

“We’ll send you a Hogwarts’ lavatory seat.”

George!

“Only joking, Mum.”

The train began to move. Harry saw the boys’ mother waving and their sister, half laughing, half crying, running to keep up with the train until it gathered too much speed, then she fell back and waved.

CS:

Fred and George challenged Harry and Ron to a few games of Exploding Snap, and Ginny sat watching them, very subdued in Hermione’s usual chair.

PA:

“What do we want to be prefects for?” said George, looking revolted at the very idea. “It’d take all the fun out of life." 

Ginny giggled.

"You want to set a better example for your sister!” snapped Mrs. Weasley.

PA:

“Come on, Ron, you were always saying how boring Scabbers was,” said Fred bracingly. “And he’s been off-color for ages, he was wasting away. It was probably better for him to snuff it quickly — one swallow — he probably didn’t feel a thing.”

“Fred!” said Ginny indignantly.

GF:

Ministry wizards were dashing from every direction toward the source of the trouble. The crowd beneath the Roberts family was coming ever closer.

“C'mon,” said Fred, grabbing Ginny’s hand and starting to pull her toward the wood.”

GF:

Fred, George, and Ginny came to sit next to them too, and Harry was having such a good time he felt almost as though he were back at the Burrow.

OP:

“Oh, hello, Harry!” said Ron’s younger sister, Ginny, brightly.

“I thought I heard your voice.”

Turning to Fred and George, she said, “It’s no-go with the Extendable Ears, she’s gone and put an Imperturbable Charm on the kitchen door.”

OP:

“Asleep, yeah, right,” said Fred in an undertone, after Hermione bade them goodnight and they were climbing to the next floor. “If Ginny’s not lying awake waiting for Hermione to tell her everything they said downstairs then I’m a flobberworm…”

OP:

“Yeah, size is no guarantee of power,” said George. “Look at Ginny.”

OP:

Fred, George and Ginny were doing a kind of war dance to a chant that went: “He got off, he got off, he got off…" 

[…]

"He got off, he got off, he got off…”

“That’s enough - Fred - George - Ginny!” said Mrs. Weasley, as Mr. Weasley left the kitchen.

[…]

Fred, George and Ginny were still singing. "HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF-“ 

"SHUT UP!” roared Mrs. Weasley.

OP:

Fred and George still looked mutinous. Ginny, however, took a few steps over to the nearest chair and sank into it. […] The twins glared at Sirius for another minute, then took seats either side of Ginny.

OP:

“Come on, Ginny’s not bad,” said George fairly, sitting down next to Fred. “Actually, I dunno how she got so good, seeing how we never let her play with us." 

"She’s been breaking into your broom shed in the garden since the age of six and taking each of your brooms out in turn when you weren’t looking,” said Hermione from behind her tottering pile of Ancient Rune books. 

“Oh,” said George, looking mildly impressed. “Well - that’d explain it.”

OP:

“The thing about growing up with Fred and George,” said Ginny thoughtfully, “is that you sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.”

OP:

“Hey,” said a voice in Harry’s ear. He looked round; Fred and George had come to join them. 

“Ginny’s had a word with us about you,” said Fred, stretching out his legs on the table […]

OP:

“Luna and I can stand at either end of the corridor,” said Ginny promptly, “and warn people not to go down there because someone’s let off a load of Garrotting Gas." 

Hermione looked surprised at the readiness with which Ginny had come up with this lie; Ginny shrugged and said, "Fred and George were planning to do it before they left.”

OP:

“Excuse me, but I care what happens to Sirius as much as you do!” said Ginny, her jaw set so that her resemblance to Fred and George was suddenly striking.

HBP:

There you go,“ said Fred proudly. "Best range of love potions you’ll find anywhere." 

Ginny raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Do they work?” she asked. 

“Certainly they work, for up to twenty-four hours at a time depending on the weight of the boy in question…" 

"… and the attractiveness of the girl,” said George, reappearing suddenly at their side. "But we’re not selling them to our sister,“ he added, becoming suddenly stern, "not when she’s already got about five boys on the go from what we've…" 

"Whatever you’ve heard from Ron is a big fat lie,” said Ginny calmly, leaning forward to take a small pink pot off the shelf. “What’s this?" 

"Guaranteed ten-second pimple vanisher,” said Fred. “Excellent on everything from boils to blackheads, but don’t change the subject. Are you or are you not currently going out with a boy called Dean Thomas?" 

"Yes, I am,” said Ginny. “And last time I looked, he was definitely one boy, not five. What are those?”

She was pointing at a number of round balls of fluff in shades of pink and purple, all rolling around the bottom of a cage and emitting high-pitched squeaks. 

"Pygmy Puffs,” said George. 

“Miniature puffskeins, we can’t breed them fast enough. So what about Michael Corner?" 

"I dumped him, he was a bad loser,” said Ginny, putting a finger through the bars of the cage and watching the Pygmy Puffs crowd around it. 

“They’re really cute!”

 "They’re fairly cuddly, yes,“ conceded Fred.

 "But you’re moving through boyfriends a bit fast, aren’t you?” Ginny turned to look at him, her hands on her hips. There was such a Mrs. Weasley-ish glare on her face that Harry was surprised Fred didn’t recoil.

HBP:

“And speaking of hitherto unsuspected skills, Ronald,” said George, “what is this we hear from Ginny about you and a young lady called — unless our information is faulty — Lavender Brown?”

HBP:

“Then, as Charlie isn’t coming home, that just leaves Harry and Ron in the attic, and if Fleur shares with Ginny —" 

"— that’ll make Ginny’s Christmas —” muttered Fred.

HBP:

Under cover of a particularly jazzy number called “A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love,” Fred and George started a game of Exploding Snap with Ginny.

HBP:

Admittedly, it took very little to set her off lately; she had been crying on and off ever since Percy had stormed from the house on Christmas Day with his glasses splattered with mashed parsnip (for which Fred, George, and Ginny all claimed credit). 

DH:

Ginny was now climbing through the hole in the wall, closely followed by Fred, George, and Lee Jordan.

[…]

“She’s sixteen!“ shouted Mrs. Weasley.

"She’s not old enough! What you two were thinking bringing her with you—”

Fred and George looked slightly ashamed of themselves.

Ship it - Jared Padalecki x Reader

Title: Ship it

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: YN plays the younger Winchester since season 1 and always had a huge fanbase. Her and Jared fall in love , got married and have kids and the fans are just crazy over them that gives Wincest a whole new meaning? &  jared/reader and she’s an actress on the show since the beginning. They’re married for 5yrs and its also her birthday while they’re at a con and during hers and J2’s panel she tells jared she’s pregn

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“Because it is just no Winchesters panel without all three of us here!” Jensen grinned as Jared brought a chair for you to sit next to him.You kissed his cheek and he gave you and adorable dimpled smile as he sat next to you and the entire crowd awed.

“A kiss to the birthday girl!” Jensen said with a wide smile through the microphone as the crowd cheered all the more and you laughed shyly. You heard many happy birthdays and giggled as you saw the smile also on your husband’s face as he took your hand and kissed the top of it.

“Kinda feeling old now.” you chuckled as they laughed “And I am the youngest Winchester huh?”

“But now that we are talking about it-” Jensen looked at Jared for a moment with a mischievous grin “You all Wincest shippers must be going crazy huh?” and the crowd sheered as you and Jared laughed.

“Although I- I don’t take part in this shipping contests-” you spoke through your microphone “I gotta say I have never shipped Jared more with anyone else.”

“Of course!” Jensen exclaimed as Jared chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

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What I say: I’m fine

What I mean: but why did Kylo Ren bridal carry Rey instead of just letting her fall to a heep on the forest floor?? Why didn’t he order the stormtroopers to take her to the shuttle? Was he holding her in his shuttle for the entire ride back to the ship??? Were the stormtroopers just like ‘uhhhh sir you can set the scavenger down’ and was he like ‘no’ and just sat down on the shuttle and had her in his arms as if she were some sleeping puppy while all the stormtroopers awkwardly coughed in the corner?? Like wtf Kylo??? How long did he hold her??? Did he strap her in the chair??? Was he just walking around the ship and passing by Hux with this unconscious girl dangling in his arms until someone said something?????

Slippery When Wet

Reid x Reader

“You had sex in the Museum of Modern Art ? Oh my gawd..” Penelope’s hands were clasped over her mouth and she was almost shaking with laughter.

You all were. What had started off as a nice meal cooked by JJ, had quickly escalated into a full on girls night in. You were all strewn about her living room, wine bottles in various places. You were lying on her couch, your feet placed in Emily’s lap and you were all discussing the various strange places you’d had sex.

You were tipsy, pleasantly on your way to being hammered and you were having a brilliant night in with your female colleagues. Garcia was sat in the arm chair with her legs slung up over the side and JJ was sprawled out on her floor, her head propped up on her arms and a half empty bottle of wine next to her. She’d taken to swigging directly from the bottle as she’d smashed her second wine glass an hour ago and you’d all berated her for wasting alcohol. You knew where your priorities were.

“Yep! I used to date one of the security guards when I was eighteen. He snuck us in after hours,” Emily told you, her face pink with laughter.

“God…” JJ said. “The most adventurous place me and Will do it is in the shower, he loves it in there.”

You giggled, “Spence loves it when we fuck in the shower too, although I’m always scared we’ll slip over.”

The three girls stopped laughing and all turned to look at you incredulously.

“Spence?” Emily asked.

Your eyes widened as you realised what you’d said.

“OUR Spencer?!?” JJ rearranged herself into an upright position, crossing her legs and leaning forward.

Oh fuck.

“Y/N? Really? You and Reid?”

“Errrrm.”

JJ crawled across the floor and pulled out her handbag which was stashed at the side of her couch. Taking out her purse, she handed fifty dollars to Emily.

“Penelope, I believe you owe me fifty too?” Prentiss told Garcia.

“In a minute. I still…. Really?” She was leaning forward in her seat.

“You can’t say anything to the guys. Please. We’re not ready for people to know yet.”

“OH MY GOSH, IT’S TRUE!!” Garcia squealed and you caught JJ rolling her eyes and making the motion of covering her ears.

You took a big gulp of wine and nodded, readying yourself for the questions.

“When?” Penny demanded to know. “No no no wait.. I bet it was at Morgan’s party? Am I right, am I right?”

You shook your head. “We were together by then.”

“THAT WAS THREE MONTHS AGO, Y/N.”

Emily and JJ just looked amused, watching the exchange between you two. You gave them all a sheepish look.

“The time we went on that outward bounds team building thing? I remember you two lagging behind on the trails. Did something happen then. Wait… You two got back to camp a good thirty minutes after the rest of us. It was then wasn’t it… Oh I can see it now; you trip and Spencer reaches for you to stop your fall. You end up in a pile on the floor and stare into each others…. ”

“Pen, no. We were already together then too. Although something definitely happened in those woods.”

JJ interrupted her just before she was about to launch into another convoluted guess. “When exactly did it happen?”

“Erm…. You remember that case where I was really ill and Spencer ended up escorting me home and spent the weekend looking after me.”

“Hahahaha,” Emily laughed. “So you played a little bit of Doctor Reid and patient then.”

“Weeell not exactly. I was too ill. But that’s when we discovered that we both liked each other.”

“Girl, we could have told you that.” JJ sipped from her wine bottle, grinning at you.

“So wow… That was… ” Garcia thought back in her head, “Seven months ago.”

“Yep.”

“What’s he like, you know, as a boyfriend?” JJ asked.

“Perfect.”

All three awwwwed in unison. You weren’t lying either, Spencer really was the best partner you’d had.

“Does anyone at work know?” Garcia wanted to know.

“Only Hotch. And that was because we felt he ought to. He’s fine with it as long as it doesn’t effect our work. Which so far, it hasn’t.”

There was a moments pause before Emily cleared her throat.

“I’m just gonna ask what those two are thinking. What’s he like in the sack?”

“I can’t tell you that!!”

“Yes you can.” They urged, almost as if they were a practiced chorus.

“No, I can’t!”

“You’ve gotta give us something here.” Garcia begged.

“Look, all I’ll say is that he’s definitely picked up a thing or two from all the things he’s read, and that he makes me extremely happy.”

Another trio of awwws.

“I never really imagined Spencer to be a shower sex kinda guy though,” Emily piped up.

“Oh he definitely is. I swear, the amount of times one of us has nearly slipped over.”

…Monday Morning…

The girls had promised not to say anything and you were trying to find the right time to tell Reid that you’d let it slip. You’d decided that when you were ready, you’d tell everyone together.

You were sitting across from each other around the circular table in the meeting room with Hotch, Derek and Rossi, waiting for the other three.

Strolling in with smirks on their faces, they handed Reid a wrapped package.

You looked at them curiously.

“A present? What did I do to deserve this?” He asked them excitedly, ripping it open at their urging.

“An anti slip shower mat? I don’t get it?” He looked at them confused.

You were going to kill them. All three of them, together.

“Y/N was telling us the other night how you sometimes have problems staying upright in the shower,” Emily told him as the other two tried to keep a straight face.

“Y/N?”

“I’m sorry…… I’m so sorry!!”

He started to chuckle as did the other men. Standing up, he quickly walked around the table and pulled you out of your chair, wrapping his arms around you.

“I kinda let it slip too, last weekend when we were at Rossi’s.”

“Thank God!” Derek exclaimed loudly. “I thought we were gonna have to pretend we didn’t know forever. You have no idea how hard this last week has been for me, wanting to make jokes at your twos expense. Although… The shower mat. I don’t get it?”

Penelope whispered something into his ear and he grinned, nodding approvingly.

“Slippery when wet, eh.”

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More kitten pics because she is gorgeous (those ears! those eyes! that fluff!) and now I have been told that her name is now officially Artemis! :D

We also got to meet both of her parents, and I think her dad had the most handsome face of the toms they had, and he was very chatty and chirrupy. Her momma was also lovely, and made a brief, graceful appearance before wandering off to nap after one of the kittens stole a toy and ran off with it.

Shoved; Then Jumping

She wakes early — the sky outside his window is barely lighter than the humid, musky darkness inside — and her first semi-conscious thought is don’t move, don’t wake him.

She needs a minute to herself before she has to deal with whatever’s about to happen.

Images from last night flood her brain: him clutching her as he sat in his desk chair, weeping and lost, abruptly and painfully an orphan; her moving off her knees once his tears had stopped and him pulling her close in a different way that was at once shocking and completely expected; his mouth on hers, his hands everywhere, his erection pressing hot and hard against her — and her immediate response in kind, the feeling of being so blazingly alive, so raw and vital, of sudden, animal heat rising to match his; the frenzied unbuttoning, tearing, yanking-off of clothes; his teeth scraping at her nipples through the lace of her bra; his fingers sunk deep inside her before her underwear is all the way off.

Oh shit, she thinks, forehead resting against the bare skin of his back, inhaling his scent, her traitorous body anticipating more — when she’s reasonably certain he’ll never be able to look her in the eye again.

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A father’s day imagine

Imagine the Weasleys and company, four years after the war. It’s father’s day, they’re all gathered for a big family meal, because that’s all Arthur wanted, but of course they’ve all brought lots of Muggle knick-knacks for him too. 

Andromeda arrives a little late with Teddy. Everyone is sat at the table, and, still holding Teddy’s hand, she points over to Harry. ‘There he is,’ she says encouragingly to Teddy. 

Teddy runs over excitably. Today he’s been doing arts and crafts, and in his hand is something messy and blue, with glitter and pasta all over it. When he stands by Harry’s chair, he’s so small that Harry’s legs are only at his chest, and he stands on his tip-toes as he waves the blue paper at him. 

‘I made you a father’s day card,’ he says. ‘I know you’re not my proper daddy, but you’re my god daddy, and I asked Nana and she said there wasn’t a godfather’s day. I made you this, it’s us.’ 

Harry can’t make sense of the front of the card, he can vaguely make out some stick figures if he looks past the explosion of glitter, but it doesn’t matter. He barely hesitates as he leans down and sweeps Teddy up into a hug, trying not to let everyone else around the table see that his eyes are watering, kissing the top of Teddy’s brightly coloured hair and thanking him with a gruff voice. 

All the little things

The missing scene where Scully tells Mulder she’s in remission. As blogged so eloquently by @sunflowerseedsandscience 
Noticed the @2momsmakearight has a missing scene challenge too, so here’s my shot at that.

If she could have breathed him in, his essence, she would have. Inhaled with all her might and held her breath for days. But the tumour had all but destroyed her sense of smell. Still, she knew he was there. She could feel him at the deepest level, in a way she would never have been able to explain in a report.

           “Mulder?” Her voice broke over the incessant hum of the hospital room.

           “Hmm?”

           She heard his shirt rustle as he moved in the chair. “How long have you been here?”

           He sat forward on his elbows, and mussed his hair. She noticed how long and elegant his fingers were. Piano hands, her mother would say. His right cheek was lined from the vinyl of the high-backed chair. His tie was loose around his neck and his collar unbuttoned. Somehow, it seemed fitting that he should be suited up, however creased. Fox Mulder wore a suit well. She thought about how the pleated waistband of his pants sat snug against his hips. She’d always had a thing for hipbones. Rubbing a thumb over the rounded knob of bone, spreading her palm flat across a taut stomach. She’d had enough time recently to think about all the little things she would never do again and that had been one. It was the oddest things that struck her. Of all the horrors she had seen in her professional life, the simple cruelty of her reality had been by far the worst.

She reached out her hand and touched his. His fingers curled around hers with such tenderness that she could imagine him as a lover, how gentle, how considerate, how reverential.

           “I tried to go home, Scully, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bear to go back and sit in my apartment. I…just need to be here some more.”

           She tried to roll herself further to the side of the bed, to close the distance between them. There had been times in their relationship when that distance had seemed so vast it could never been reduced; when their differences served only to convince her that they would pull each other apart, unstitch, if one of them didn’t relinquish their hold on the seams of the partnership. But there were other times, more often recently, when she had felt his presence like a second soul, when their similarities had knitted together the edges of their resolve and they had worked as one.

           “Mulder, I have something to tell you.” She squeezed his fingers. He rubbed his face, his jaw clenching. He might be the psychologist but she was well versed in human reaction and paleness, shallow breathing and tension were all classic signs of the fear response. The Mulder fear repertoire also included impulsiveness, shouting, thumping walls or people and guilt.

           “No wait, Scully. I want to speak. I’ve been sitting here waiting for you…to wake up. I’ve been rehearsing this all night. I…can you let me go first?” His eyes clouded and she scooted closer to him, close enough to pull him forward and drop a kiss on his forehead. He sat back and the look he had on his face all but burnt her heart out. His eyes were red with early tears, his nostrils flaring as he tried to control his breathing, his stubbled chin set firm.

           “K…go ahead.”

           He shuddered out a breath and steepled his hands over his nose and mouth. His brow creased and she knew the skin there would be soft. She had an impulse to cover it in kisses, press her lips there long enough to imprint herself on his brain. Instead, she stored the image in the place where she kept her dreams and hopes and simple wishes.

           “I…we don’t do this talking thing very well. We excel at things unspoken. But since you’ve been in here, it hit me…” he broke off to issue a gentle chuckle, “too late of course, that there are too many things left unspoken. Not the big things, the declarations of love or the promises to continue the quest, but the hundred thousand other minutiae that make up a life.

He sighed and looked at her. “I can’t imagine never asking you again if you want cream in your coffee, or calling you on a Sunday morning to see if you’d seen the article in the Post, or telling you that Skinner wants to see us in his office in five minutes, or watching you sign your name at hire car desk where you’d have to stand on tiptoe to reach the counter, or hoping you’d say yes to adjoining rooms, or wondering if you’d belt me if I offered to carry your bags.”

           He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and she saw how his shirt sleeves were rolled to his elbows and the tendons in his forearms flexed. “Mulder, you don’t have to do this.”

           “But I do, Scully. That’s just it. The big things have remained unsaid for a reason. The big things are measured by the way you’ve changed my life and I hope I’ve changed yours. By the way you’ve made me work for everything, by the way you’ve opened your eyes to the truth even when it hurt so much. But the little things, they cut deep.”

           She shifted, trying to get the pillow out from under her head, so she could sit up. He stood then, took the pillow from her and placed it up against the headboard. He slipped his arms under hers and around her back and gently turned her from her side so she could sit up. She felt her breasts crush against his chest their hearts joining momentarily and hoped he did too. He pulled the sheet and blanket up over her chest and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. She was touched by his gentleness, his silent ministrations, his patent concern for her comfort even during his own distress. His eyes continued to well with tears and she noticed the tremble in his hands.

           “Mulder, I thought about the little things too.” She clasped her hands in her lap and snorted out a laugh. “All the time. How I would miss the way you stand you’re your hands on your hips when you’re frustrated, the way you chew on your bottom lip when you think too long, the vein in your temple that throbs when you’re angry, your Dad jokes and innuendos and hand in the small of my back.”

           Tears tracked down his cheeks now and he looked away, desperate to retain some modicum of dignity. “Scully…”

           She put a finger to his mouth. “Shh. It’s okay.” He broke into a choking sob and she let him cry it out. He shook against her, his forehead burning into her chest, melding their skin together.

           “Scully, I can’t do this without you. I can’t.”

           “You know what? You could if you had to.” She kissed his forehead, savouring the taste on her lips, she kissed his cheek, his stubbled jaw, the soft lobe of his ear and she whispered, “but you don’t, Mulder. The cancer is in remission. I’ve been trying to tell you. I’m okay. I’m okay.”

           She felt his grip tighten on the back of her neck, she felt his shoulders heave upwards, then drop just as quickly, releasing his pent-up tension.

           “The chip worked?” His voice cracked in astonishment and for the longest time he remained silent, her head tucked under his chin, his head thrown back. His shoulders wobbled and his chest expanded and he laughed and he held her close and the bed creaked as his laughing turned to crying.

           She snuffed into his neck. “We don’t know if it was the chip, but the fact remains that I’m going to get better. And we’re going to get the chance to say all those little things, Mulder.”

           She let him sink into her, revelling in the heat of his breath in the hollow between her neck and her shoulder. She brushed her fingers over the fine hairs at his nape. She bunched the fabric of his shirt in her hand and settled to the rhythm of his sobbing. She lost track of time, but her eyes grew heavy and she had to push at him to get him to release her.

           “I’m tired, Mulder.”

           “Have I ever told you how your top lip curls so sedately round your teeth when you yawn, Scully? And how you make this tiny noise when you’re entering REM sleep, like a snuffly puppy? And how your pinky finger sticks out a little when you hold a spoon to eat your yoghurt?”

           “A snuffly puppy, Mulder?”

She closed her eyes and let him talk. He told her all the little things. And she thought about all the little things that she would tell him later. And later and later.

One Of Us.

Anon Requested- hi! i’m not sure if requests are open, but if so, can you do this? sam and dean find the reader - who’s young, like around 14ish - on a hunt and she’s totally cool about killing things that go bump in the night since they killed her family, so the boys just kind of ‘adopt’ her as their little sister? just some big brother fluff and some stupid humor is all i’m looking for. thank you!

Warnings- mentions of death, swearing.

A/N- This was a really nice request to write, no angst, nobody dying, just big brother fluff.


You were sat on a hard, plastic chair waiting to be questioned. The room was chilly and silent, the only noise was the ticking of the clock placed on the blue wall. Sighing you placed your head in your hands, how could this have happened? 

Your mother was a hunter, not the one that hunted animals, no she hunted the supernatural. She only did salt and burns, or the occasional witch now and again, but when you were born she stopped hunting anything that could harm you. 

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Originally posted by chriswoods

The entire place was sort of remembrance to the heretic, there he sat in a chair with chains all over his body keeping him still and trapped. ”I’m back in hell ” kai muttered sarcastically trying to break free but failed. His eyes gazed around the bar, everything was bare, but there stood Bonnie Bennett behind the lights in the dark. She walked slowly into the light carrying the new ascendant. “Where is everyone” kai asked lowly starring bonnie straight into her eyes darkly.

”There is no one else, just you and your insecure little mind, and a song you hate on a jukebox forever ” Bonnie spoke playing around with the ascendant, kai’s face became still this couldn’t be happening. 

The ascendant was the only thing keeping him once again isolated, he was all alone. His head hangs low staring at the tiled floor, his mind wandered off thinking about y/n. “Bonnie, where’s y/n” kai asked lifting his head up looking at her. There was silence in the atmosphere, nothing was coming out. 

“Bonnie, where is she”

“Where, is she”  he asked again with his tone a little louder. Bonnie walked closer towards him, “She’s far away, from you”.

 Kai began to feel a lot of pain, the love of his life is back in mystic falls still under the spell, one day y/n will wake from the spell, and kai wouldn’t be there to see it happen. He wouldn’t be there to hold her or to see her face when she wakes, the pain got stronger in his chest. He closed he eyes to focus on a memory, the first time they met. She smiled so brightly at the heretic, “I’m y/n" the human girl said pulling back a strand of hair from her face. That action the human girl did made his dead heart beat fast, she was so beautiful. He didn’t want to forget about the first person who never gave up on him and gave him a chance, y/n believed that there was still good in him. The love he felt for this girl was strong, it was extraordinary. He tried to focus more, but bonnie stopped him. The bennett witch turned around walking away from the heretic, kai kept pulling hard against the chains needing to break free. 

“Wait, wait, wait “

“Please, please bonnie. You can’t do this, y/n needs me” kai pleaded once again trying to get out of the chains, he tried chanting spells from left to right but nothing was happening. What was going to happen when y/n wakes up, she’s not going to remember him. He could just imagine her waking up, she would ask so many questions about him, but nobody would answer. She would be in a lot of pain, tears streaming down her face. His mind came back to reality.

“Bon”

“Bonnie”

“Bonnie”

“NO BONNIE”

“BONNIE” 

The bennett witch was nowhere to be seen. She left him alone. Kai’s eyes watered, the worst fear wasn’t being back in the prison world it was the fact of never seeing y/n ever again. Kai screamed and screamed, y/n will never get a chance to see him, he couldn’t be with her .This was it, she was gone forever. Kai parker was alone for eternity, the love of his life was also alone. The heretic cried nonstop more and more until the pain went away, but the pain didn’t vanish it stayed. Y/n was far out of his reach forever. She was gone .

Hide and Seek

Summary: Negan’s newest wife gets caught somewhere she shouldn’t be.

Warnings: Smut and language. Daddy Kink, blow job, spanking, sex….

 Author’s Note: For Ash’s 2k Writing Challenge. Prompt: Hide and Seek. My first smut fic.

@negans-network @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash


Melody sat huddled hugging her knees to her chest. She couldn’t believe she had been talked into this, but she really wanted to get along with all the other wives. Sharing a husband hadn’t been on her list of life goals, but neither had surviving the apocalypse.

Finally, she heard footsteps in the hall. She had been waiting to be found for what seemed like forever. The door opened. The sound of heavy boots were approaching. That was wrong. All the wives wore heels.

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Warnings: Spoilers for The Walking Dead (not really, but I guess if you haven’t watched the last season it could be.) and swearing


Y/N giggled as she tried on dresses for J in the changing room. He wanted her to dress more like a queen, his queen, but she was more into baggy clothes and jeans. She was furious when he threw out all her clothes and replaced her wardrobe with fancy, short dresses and too tight costumes that looked perfect for Harley, his previous lover. Y/N didn’t like wearing too short things unless she was at home (alone) so she convinced him to let her pick her clothes.

So far every piece of clothing she picked was a ‘no’ from him. He sat in a chair outside of the dressing room, his legs splayed, hands crossed over his cane, looking at everything with boredom.

“How about this?” It was a simple blouse, something she wouldn’t normally wear unless going somewhere fancy. J took one look at it and shook his head.

“Next.” Y/N rolled her eyes and stomped away. She felt embarrassed, since he hasn’t approved one thing for her yet and all of his henchmen were watching. He was basically calling her out for bad taste in clothes. Frost sent her a sympathetic smile, and Y/N put a finger gun up to her head and pulled the trigger. As she walked back to look at the clothes, she noticed a leather jacket and it gave her an idea.

After collecting all the things she needed, and earning amused looks from the henchmen who shared the same fandom, she disappeared into the changing room.  She called for Frost, and he made sure to check with his boss if it was ok to go in there. Frost refused to go tell J to get on his knees, so she sighed and changed her plan.

When she came out, J’s eyes gave her a look of disinterest and confusion.

“On your knees.” Y/n put on a deep voice.

“Doll, we’re suppose to be trying on clothes, not halloween co-”

“What I want, is half your shit. If you don’t give it to me….wait what comes after that.” She looked down in thought, forgetting the rest of the monologue. She was wearing a red scarf along with the jean jacket, boots, tan pants and carrying a baseball bat. J glared as she gave him puppy dog eyes.

“Please get on your knees. It’s part of my act!” He continued to stare.

“Fine. Oh! I remembered the next part.” She cleared her throat, and J rolled his eyes as she paced around.

“What I want, is half your shit. If that’s too much you can make, find, or steal more….um..so peeing our pants yet? I have a feeling we’re getting close.” There was an awkward pause as J and the rest of the henchmen remained stoic.

“Next.”

“No, wait! I’m going to beat the holy hell out of one of you.” J suppressed a smile as she said it in her normal voice, and she had an innocent expression while saying it.

“Eeny, meeny, miney, mo….. You are it!” She pointed at J, even though it wasn’t his turn. He had to admit, her acting skills were on point. She really seemed invested in the role. Of course she made him stay up on Sundays and watch the Walking Dead with her, so she was pretty invested in the fandom.

“Anybody moves, anybody says anything…. Jeez at least act scared!”

“Next.”

“But I have to kill you! Lucille is thirsty.” She giggled.

“Next.”

“M-my dick is so hard, I could wrap it in barbed wire and call it Lucille 2.0.” She trailed off into giggles as the henchmen gave her weird looks.

“It’s from the comics!” J reached out and grabbed her chin.

“Doll, next.” She sighed.

“Fine.”

She collected an odd assortment of supplies this time, and J was getting annoyed.

“This will be good, I promise.” She came out in a red tank top, same pants and shoes, and a scar drawn over her eye.

“Did I ever tell you the definition of insanity?”

“Next, and it better be something nice, Y/N.” She stomped away again and chose a dress.

“Ok, this is the last one. Can I still get the others though?”

“No.”

“Will you watch The Walking Dead with me tonight?”

“No.” Y/N smiled, he always ended up watching it anyway.

“Who do you think he killed?”

“I know I’m gonna kill you if you don’t zip it.” He growled and stood up, nodding for his henchmen to let the terrified salesmen go. Usually he would just kill them, but for some reason Y/N always ignored him for a few days. She was a hoot, as his weird dialect put it.

“What’s the matter with you?”

“Well, I’m- I’m kind of scared.”

“Of what?”

“You.”

“Why?”

“You can kill me!”

“You’re afraid of dying?”

“Well, I’m not afraid of living!”

“Can I try on more? You should do it too!”

“No.” Y/N cautiously grabbed his arms and yanked on it.

“Pleeeeeaaassse. Please. Please? I’ll, like, do anything. Without question. No hesitation.”

“Kill them.” J motioned to the salesmen. Y/N gave a nervous giggle.

“Well we haven’t shook on it, silly. A-and maybe not anything. Please.” J growls and his head rolls back to the ceiling. She knew she had him.

“Yay! Thank you thank you thank you-” He stills her bouncing form with a painful grip on her chin.

“You get one. One outfit. Make it count, because I’m never doing it again.”

“That’s what you say all the time when you threaten to kill me-” He smacks her on the butt and shoves her away from him, her giggling as she races into the clothing section. She yells to him as she looks through the clothes.

“I was thinking Rafe Adler, since you’re both smol and angry, and you both have an asshole laugh and are narcissistic jerks-” His growl cuts her off.

“BUT since I only get one, I am sooo gonna make it count.” She laughs as she inspects a piece that would look good on him.

“Oh, honey, you’ll be looking good.” She laughs in a way that assures him he will not be looking good.

…….

“Alright! I’m ready!” Y/N sits in the chair J was sitting in, her hands crossed over his cane and she tried to position her body like his. She struggles to put on a serious face, and she doesn’t notice Frost looking at her in amusement.

J comes out, staggering along in heels, his dress not zipped up due to his back muscles. His signature pout on his face, he was hunched over trying to maintain some balance.

“Well you look good.” Y/N laughs at him.

“Jeez, you look like a centaur.” She continues to laugh, and he daydreams about wrapping his hands around her neck.

Meanwhile Frost is silently praying he won’t laugh as he stares at his boss. J’s breathing is more like panting, and he looks like Prince Charming just stood him up at the ball. His fists are clenched, and he glares at Y/N with an intensity that makes Frost think he’ll have to talk him out of killing her.

“I love you.” Y/N gives him her best smile, trying to lighten the mood.

“I hope Negan kills Daryl.” Y/N gasps and without thinking, snaps a picture of him on her phone. She’s never seen a murderous look directed at her, and immediately bolts towards the door. J, forgetting he’s in heels, chases after her. He manages to get the heels off and catches up with her. She made it out the door, and he is met with the lights of police cars and helicopters. They stand there for a few moments, the police force too shocked to attack.

Y/N runs back inside, knowing to yell for Frost, who solves all of her problems. J, after yelling a “Fuck off!” to the cops, picks up the front of his dress and follows.

……..

Y/N sits in tears waiting for J to come out of the bedroom. The Walking Dead is on in five minutes, and she fears he may be too mad with her to watch it. When they got back, they already found themselves on the news, J glaring at the camera in his dress. Y/N laughed and that’s when J locked himself in the bedroom. Right when the countdown was happening, J snuck up on her and wrapped her up in a hug.

“It’s so Abraham.”

“It’s so Glenn.”

After about halfway through the episode, Y/N was a sobbing mess while J laughed loud enough to wake batsy in his cave.

At least someone enjoyed the episode.

Star Wars Moments #2

After Sabine stayed at home, we see that Ezra is always sitting in Sabine’s chair. And it looks like the chair has been taken care of. When Sabine was there, Ezra always put his hand on the back of her chair. Now, he sits in it. We also see that even when Kanan is gone, no one sits in his chair in the co-pilot seat. I think that Ezra and Zeb used to fight over it, and now Hera has said they can’t sit in it at all. But Ezra could have sat there as well, and chose to sit in Sabine’s seat. I think that he feels like when he sits in her chair, he is close to her in a way. No matter how far she is away from them.

All Alone And In The Dark

A/N: Sorry not sorry

Y/N rolled over one more time before giving up on attempting to sleep.

She sat up and pushed the hair off her forehead before moving over to her desk. She sat down on the chair and logged onto her computer.

No messages. Not on any social media.

Then again, it was 2:30 am on a weeknight. Most everybody with a normal life, school or a job, was asleep or in the very least about to head off.

She sat in silence for several moments before pulling up the chat window.

She flinched when she saw the picture of his smiling face next to hers. She had forgotten that was his icon.

She stared at the image for several seconds before beginning to type.

“I know you won’t see this, but I needed to let it out. It has been exactly one month since we last spoke and I miss you more than words can express. I miss getting notifications from you. I miss talking about life with you. I miss your brother messaging me that you won’t be on to talk because you got in another stupid fight.” She laughed at the memory before continuing on

“But I also feel stupid. I feel stupid for letting you become such a vital part of my life. Knowing this could never last. Knowing something would happen. Knowing that there was a chance that what happened would happen. I feel stupid for seeing it coming and not separating myself from it. Why’d you have to leave? Why’d you have to leave and take such a huge part of me with you? Why’d you have to leave me with nothing, but memories and a bunch of messages I can never let go?” Y/N paused as she gasped for air. She didn’t know at what point she had started crying, but her fingers and keyboard were wet with her tears.

She let her head rest on the desk a minute as she tried in vain to calm her shaking body and pounding heart.

She wiped her eyes and finished her message. “Jason, it has been exactly one month today since you died. I don’t know if they have chat rooms in heaven or if I am just screaming into the void, but I needed to let you know, someway, somehow, that I am not okay, but I am trying. I know you would want me to live. Grow up, get married, have kids, have that white picket fence life that we dreamed about. And I am trying, but it hurts. It hurts worse than anything I have felt in my entirelife, but for you, darling, I’ll live.” Y/N stared at the long message she had just typed. She read every word before holding down backspace until every last character was gone.

“Goodbye, Jason.” She whispered as she logged off.

It was going to be a long night, but they always are when you are alone.

Captain of the Guard

Lafayette x reader


“Your highness? The princes have started to arrive,” your maid informed you as you sat in your favorite chair, reading your favorite book.

You groaned under your breath. You were dreading this day, the day that you would have to meet all of these spoiled rotten princes so that you could marry one that would help you rule your country.

“Thank you Emily,” you said as you closed your book and went over to the window.

She nodded.

“Also, the Captain of the Guard would like to have a word with you before the ball,” she told you.

You smirked.

“Of course. Bring him to my receiving room.”

She nodded and bowed, leaving the room to go get the Captain.

As soon as she closed the doors you jumped into action, pulling your hair up and putting on a special necklace.

Then you walked to the receiving room and waited for your captain to come and join you.

“Good afternoon, your highness,” Captain Lafayette said as he entered the room.

He fell to one knee in front of you and kissed your hand.

“Good afternoon Captain. I was told there was something that you wished to speak with me about?” you smirked.

He glanced behind him, making sure that no one else was in the room before he picked you up in his arms and spun you around.

He set you down and placed a deep kiss on your lips.

You kissed back feverishly, needing him against you. It was like you had been starved these past few days after not seeing him.

It sucked that you couldn’t just be together whenever you wanted. You just had to run around and hide it.

“Hmmm, I’ve missed you my love,” Lafayette said as he sat down with you on his lap.

“I’ve missed you too Captain,” you replied.

He kissed you again and then nuzzled his face into your hair.

You hummed and stroked his cheek. He looked tired. Though you probably did too.

“I’m not ready for this day,” he said.

You smiled sadly. Neither one of you were ready for this.

“I don’t want to see any other man touching you,” he growled, holding you tighter to him.

“I don’t want any other man to touch me,” you responded.

You both sat there in silence after that, just enjoying each other’s presence.

“Even though I have to marry someone else Laf,” you whispered. “You will always be the only person that I love with my whole heart. You are my everything.”

He looked into your beautiful eyes, staring deep within you. It made you feel giddy inside.

“I will always love you too Y/N. With my very soul.”

A small kiss graced your lips.

“I will love, serve, and protect you…

My queen.”


short but sweet?

let me know what you think

~beans

Healing (Hurt Pt.3)

Summary: Peter gets put on best friend duty after the reader has a crappy date. 

Warning: Language.


A/N: The gif kinda barely matches the story. Sorry!(But it’s what we all want, right?). hopefully the fourth and final part will be out today or tomorrow. 

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You walked up to Scott’s door and knocked softly, hugging Melissa when she opened the door. The both of you talked for a little, then you made your way up to Scott’s room. Scott sat on his bed and Derek sat in the beanbag chair looking very uncomfortable. It was a few hours after you’d left Peter’s and you’d called them both to talk about what had happened. You suggested Scott’s because if you were being honest, you were tired of Derek’s bland loft.

“What’s going on with you and Peter?” Derek asked bluntly.

“What do you mean?” You looked between the two of them.

“Well, you smell a lot like him. And not just him, his soap” Scott spoke up.

“Gee, Scott. Didn’t know you knew so much about Peter’s hygiene” you crossed your arms, annoyed at the interrogation.

“Are you two sleeping together?” Derek pushed his lips into a line.

“What? God! No!” You scoffed. “We’re just friends.” You uncrossed your arms and sat next to Scott. “We need to talk about what you heard in the woods, though” you changed the subject quickly, they both avoided looking at you.

“Well, we basically heard… everything?” Scott said shyly.

“We heard his roar and we knew it was Peter so Scott and I ran to go see what was happening.” Derek explained from across the room.

“Okay but, we should talk about how we should handle this” you bumped Scott’s shoulder, you didn’t care how much they’d heard, you just wanted to make sure no one else knew what they saw.

“What do you think we should do?” Scott turned to you.

“Nothing really, I think he’d appreciate if you guys just didn’t say anything, or treat him differently because then everyone would know something was up and it’d be awk–” your speech was cut short when Stiles came bumbling into the room.

“Okay, so I have a few theories about Peter’s condition” Stiles had a stack of books in his arms.

“Condition?” You muttered, standing. “You told him?” You looked between the two werewolves in front of you, a little ticked that the secret had gotten out.

“Well, we need to figure out what’s wrong with Peter so-” Scott began.

“What’s wrong with Peter?” You looked around the room incredulously.

“Exactly. Why he’s acting this way around you.” Derek nodded firmly.

“It’s called being human.” You gazed at your friends, hurt as they all made noises of disbelief.

“Human? Seriously,[Y/N]? The guy used to turn into a giant humanoid wolf” Stiles raised his arms in frustration.

“And Ethan and Aiden used to merge together to make a giant Alpha.” You rolled your eyes. “Seriously, why are you still mad at him? Derek, you were mad because you thought he killed Cora. Well, she’s alive, hanging in South America right now” you shook your head at Derek.

“He tried to kill us!” Stiles whined

“And you literally killed him!” It was your turn to raise your arms in frustration. “Call me crazy but, once you kill someone, they should be forgiven.” You crossed your arms and the three boys infront of you looked away. “Okay, I’m not saying you have to hold hands and skip down the street with the guy but, would it kill you to not make it feel like you hate him everyday?” You dropped your arms when you got no response.

“Look, I love you guys. I’m just disappointed” you told them as you left the room and the house entirely.
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You poured yourself another glass of wine as you scrolled through your phone, pursing your lips when the bottle rang empty. It had been a little under a week since your day with Peter and your talk with the boys, it was like scolding a group of first graders into being nice to the new kid. You sat back on your couch bored out of your mind, you thought back to your date tonight. Lydia had set you up with a guy from her old Summer camp, you shook the thoughts out of your mind and took a gulp of wine. Maybe it was the fact that you needed a friend, or maybe it was the wine, but you had gone through your phone and found the name ‘Big bad Pete’ and began to text.

BFF 911. WHISKEY AND WOLVESBANE.

It was a shot in the dark but you were tipsy and didn’t care. Less than two minutes later your phone was ringing and ‘Big Bad Pete’ flashed across the screen.

What? ” was all he said in a confused tone, once you’d answered the phone.

“What? What?” You said, equally confused.

“I don’t understand your encrypted code” he sighed.

“Oh, I forget you’re new to this” the smile on your lips obvious to both of you. “That means, come over now, it’s an emergency, bring whiskey for me and wolvesbane for you” you rolled your eyes dramatically, taking comfort in the fact that he couldn’t see you.

“Why couldn’t you have just said that? You already took time to text me, it’s just a couple more letters” he huffed, almost sounding like he was pouting.

“You don’t like texting, Peter?” You held in a giggle, it was such an adorable thing to get upset about. You were finding too much enjoyment out of this and he knew.

“No,” he said briefly, then continuing “I much prefer hearing the voice of the person I’m speaking with,” his voice grew deep. “Your voice.” He paused, your breathing slowed “I like to hear the shallow breathing, the soft noises that get made without realizing” you made a noise closely resembling a moan. “I like to close my eyes and envision the parting of the lips” it felt like he was in the room, whispering this in your ear “Sometimes it gets to the point where I can almost hear their heartbeat” Peter groaned lowly while your heart was pounding. Moments passed and Peter spoke up. “[Y/N]?” His voice came with heavy breathing.

“Yes?” You said absently, pushing your thighs together to calm your throbbing.

“I’ll be there soon” he regained his composure and hung up.

After a few minutes you sprung into action, you went to your dresser and searched for the most unflattering pair of granny panties you could find to put on. Physically smacking your own arm at the lengths you were going to prevent what you wanted to happen, from happening. When you opened the door you were happy to see Peter, standing there with the whiskey that you’d requested and a baggie of fast food.

“Hey Pete” you grinned at him.

“Pete?” the word sounding like poison coming off his tongue. “No, that’s not happening” he pushed past you and entered your apartment. You couldn’t help but laugh as you closed the door. “Oh, it’s funny?“he set his items down.

"Kinda” you bit your lip.

“You’re down to fries only, young lady.” amusement danced in his eyes.

“Okay, I’m sorry!” You whined, straightening up. Once you met his eyes, you both doubled over in laughter.

“You know, I left a very desirable stripper, aptly named Desiree, at a very fine establishment called the Pink Pony” he said as poured himself a glass of wolvesbane and you your whiskey.

After you both had composed yourselves, Peter took the liberty of making himself comfortable. Like, really comfortable, he took his shoes and jacket off, tossing it on a chair. Then he took it upon himself to grab glasses out of your cupboard, and now he’s just sitting on your couch pouring drinks like he owns the place.

“I’m sure there will be more Desiree’s in the future.” You rolled your eyes “and maybe even some that you can touch” you said sarcastically as you plopped down on the couch and took a swig of the whiskey. It burned terribly, that much was obvious as you made a face and hissed.

“Do you even drink whiskey?” He watched with tilted lips as he downed his own.

“Not really but, I thought it’d be good to get me super drunk” you muttered and took another fiery gulp.

“Why do you need to get drunk?” He leaned back on the couch and glanced at your TV.

“Oh no reason, really.” you mumbled.

“I’m gonna need more than that.” He took a swig, “Seeing as I purchased a nice big bottle of whiskey as well as some delicious burgers and fries.” He lifted a fry to his mouth for effect.

“Don’t forget, you left desirable Desiree” you rolled your eyes.

“Exactly. So I gotta know more info.” He shrugged. “Plus it’s raining outside and-” you looked out the window behind you.

“It’s barely sprinkling, Peter!” You whipped your head around to face him and punch him in the arm. You both began laughing again.

You and Peter both basically devoured your cheeseburgers and fries. Peter had gone through nearly two flasks of his drink and he was finally starting to feel it, you’d barely gone through two glasses of whiskey and you were bordering a slurry mess.

“Mmm fast food makes the best drunk food” he commented.

“Evil werewolves make the best best friends” your head rested on his shoulder. “Thanks, Peter, for all of this” you smiled.

“Hey, it was an emergency. But, if you want to tell me why it was…” he looked at you, tight lipped, asking what had happened earlier tonight. Never one to be left out.

“Okay fine! So Lydia set me up with this guy from her old Summer camp, right?” He nodded, taking a break from looking at the movie on TV. “Get this, the guy takes me to a coffee shop at 8 o'clock at night.” You were sitting up now.

“Ugh. Hipsters” Peter rolled his eyes.

“Seriously! Anyway, it’s been like 8 months since anything’s gone on down in this area” you motioned to your crotch area. “And finally I said screw it, the guy was cute and you only live once,” you nodded.

“Twice.” Peter murmured wiggling two fingers. His jaw was noticeably tight.

“Twice.” You looked at him pointedly. “Anyway, we came back here and we’re standing at the door, and we start making out, he’s biting my neck…”

“Get to the point, sweetheart” his voice became gruff and you looked at him oddly as he downed another cup.

“Well, I invite him in and he tells me… He’s celibate” Peter nearly spit out his drink when he let out a little laugh. You leaned back with a loud groan. “The one time a guy doesn’t wanna get in my pants on the first date” you huffed.

“We can always skip the whole first date thing, you know, as a favor” he brought his face close to yours. And you pushed him away with a smirk.

“As wonderful as that sounds, I don’t wanna owe you any favors” you told him, you were trying your hardest not to give in to him.

“Suit yourself” he shrugged and draped himself over the couch. “I’m amazing” he winked.

“I’m glad you think so” your eyes rolled.

“You would too” he watched you with amusement.

“I’m sure” you tried to come off as sarcastic.

“So am I” he licked his lips.

You forced yourself to remain quiet and let Peter win this one. He always had a comeback and this time, you had none so you just shook your head and stood up to stretch. Peter let his eyes trail down your body slowly, so slowly that you met his eyes with a hand on your hip and a raised eyebrow when he was done with his show. He just looked at you with a smirk, it was like he knew that all he had to do was make the right move and you’d be his.

“That couch is not doing anything for my back” you did another light stretch.

“Let’s go lay down” he said nonchalantly, standing as he did. “I’m glad you said something because I feel like I’ve been healing myself over and over and my back still hurts” he began walking towards your bedroom, you stopped him in the hall.

“Do you really think it’s a good idea to lay in bed with each other?” You rose an eyebrow.

“Why?” He took a step towards you “Afraid something might..Happen?” He teased, every step forward had you stepping back until the back of your legs were hitting your bed. “Trust me, if I were to take you, the first time wouldn’t be on a bed.” He touched your cheek gently and you held your breath. “Plus, it’s not like we haven’t done it before” he hopped on your bed and motioned for you to join.

“Asshole” you mumbled under your breath.

“I’m sorry what?” His smile was sickeningly sweet. He’d heard you.

“Asshole” you said much louder this time you made sure to annunciate.

He ignored you and patted the bed, “Tell me something” he turned to you and rested his chin on his hand after you joined him.

“A little nephew of mine told me that you had a little meeting with him and our young Alpha. Why?” You weren’t expecting that question.

“Damn. Nobody can keep secrets” you mumbled and Peter scoffed. “I wanted to make sure you’d be okay after…everything.” You couldn’t stop the heat from coming to your cheeks.

“I think I can stand up for myself.” He told you sarcastically.

“Everybody needs someone on their side” you gave him a small smile and he gave you one of his own. He looked away after a few moments.

“Yeah well, now Scott thinks I brainwashed you with penis majic” you choked on your spit.

“What?” You asked with wide eyes and began laughing.

“It’s flattering, really” he shrugged

“He sounds jealous” you said after a beat.

“He is jealous” Peter said with disinterest. You ignored your deepening blush, so did Peter.

The question sent you and Peter into an impromptu round of Truths. Well, you were telling the truth, at least.

“Why’d you say you’d buy me a new shirt, the ripped one wasn’t mine?” You took a chance to change the subject and ask him a question that had been bothering you.

“Yes it is.” You looked at him quizzically and opened your mouth to disagree but he ignored you, “Every time you come to my house you leave at least one thing behind. It’s like I have a damn roommate.” He rolled his eyes at his explanation.

“I thought you would burn anything anyone left behind.” You told him, remembering when Stiles left his swim trunks and got them back in an ashtray.

“Do you want me to burn them?” He rose his eyebrow at you and you shook your head quickly.

“"Who do you think is the most attractive person in your little pack?” He stretched out lazily,

“Mmm…Kira, maybe?” You tilted your head, smirking at his growl.

“You know what I meant” he pursed his lips.

“Did I?” You questioned with a smile.

“Yes.” He glared then smirked “Do you find me attractive?” You gulped.

“It’s my turn.” You began.

“Nope. You asked your question” he said, realizing your mistake. “Now answer mine.” His eyes danced mischievously.

“I’m human, aren’t I?” You mumbled and flopped back, covering your head with a pillow.

He moved over to you and ran a single finger up your arm. “You make it hard for me, you know?” He murmured and kissed your jaw gently. Your breath hitched as you waited for another touch, sighing in disappointment as none came. “And yes, I know that counts” he lay back and you pulled the pillow off your head. Both of you enjoying each other’s company laying side by side, fingers lightly gripping at each other.

“Who was it?” You bit your lip “Your eyes…” Your voice was barely above a whisper. It was something you’d wondered for a while… Blue eyes didn’t come without a story.

“That counts for two.” He said before heaving out a sigh “Derek wasn’t the only one who was young and dumb and in love once.” He watched you out of the corner of his eye. “I happen to be a very jealous man, especially when it comes to my woman, especially when I get cheated on” his voice was low and dangerous, it made you want to move away but you gripped his hand tightly instead, ignoring the stinging as a claw dug into your hand. “He was my best friend” he growled..

“You deserve better,” you whispered after a few moments.

“No I don’t.” he whispered quickly.