i’ve been getting a good amount of requests for fun things to do this summer that don’t require a lot of money so i’ve compiled some of my favorite things into a list :~)
paint by numbers - you can pick up these at your local hobby lobby or michaels
gardening - buy some flower/veggie seeds at your garden store, find a patch of dirt that gets sun, and you’re in business! plus when flowers bloom you can make little bouquets!!
go thrifting or to local flea markets and set a spending limit - see what you can get on the cheap!
learn a new language using a handy app like duolingo
find somewhere you can travel locally within an hour or two from your house - hiking trails are free and you get great sights + exercise !
film photography - i highly recommend minoltas (holgas are also fun and inexpensive), and you can get these online for relatively low prices. places that develop film are walgreens and sams club
take up cooking if you’re decent at it - your parent(s) will probably appreciate it too! i like to browse pinterest and housekeeping websites for good recipes
lots of towns have outdoor movies, live music shows, or even shakespeare in the park type events, and these are usually free or v cheap!
speaking of the movies, lots of movie theaters will give you matinee price in the evenings if you have a student id
redbox has new releases most of the time and it’s only a dollar a day
summer is also a good time to re-invent your usual hair/makeup styles so take an afternoon and play with makeup or bleach the ends of your hair if you’re daring!
the library also lets you check out a lot of books as well as older movies at once, so stock up on those older films and murder mysteries! (there’s nothing better than a bowl of ripe summer fruit and a mystery)
go blueberry, blackberry, peach picking! very fun and you get great fresh fruit out of the deal
journal, write a short story, or fill a notebook with small poems
that’s all i can think of at the moment, but feel free to add more ideas onto this post if you have em!!
Summary: “Ask any girl that thought Jeon Jungkook was
handsome or any boy that thought Jungkook was a god and they would say he
smelled like the purest form of any man with a harmonious smell of musk, cedar
wood, and oak; like fresh rain that soaked in the middle of a mossy forest,
spices, and black coffee – but they couldn’t have been more wrong.”
A/N:I have no idea what made me want to write this but it was fun and I’m most definitely thinking of making an au for all the boys.
“There is nothing wrong with planning a wedding with a video game character.” STEREK
“Uncle Derek!” the high pitched voice of his nephew Cory said as Derek walked into Laura’s house, Stiles trailing behind him with a plate of cookies, “UNCLE STILES!”
Derek shook his head with a fond smile on his face, he loved how easily his family had accepted Stiles into the fold.
Stiles handed Derek the cookies and allowed himself to be lead into the living room, Cory chatting away about the old video game consul that Aunt Cora had given him.
“Hey,” Derek said as he stepped into the kitchen where Laura was chopping tomatoes for the salad.
“Thank god you’re here, Cory has been talking about showing Stiles the Nintendo all day,” Laura said with a sigh, “I swear he’s been planning his wedding to Zelda.”
“There is nothing wrong with planning a wedding with a video game character,” Stiles said from the doorway, “I did the same thing when I was his age.”
Laura rolled her eyes, “There’s still a chance for you to get out of marrying him.”
“Be nice I’m your future brother-in-law AND the only one who will willingly talk to your son about his video games,” Stiles said, taking a tomato slice and popping it into his mouth with a smirk.
“Fine, marry him, but only because Cory likes him,” Laura said with a huff, but Derek could see her fighting back a smile. Laura loved Stiles. He was the only person Derek has ever dated that could keep up with her.
“And because I do that thing you like with the -,” Stiles started to say but Laura threw a tomato at him which he caught in his mouth.
“Stiles,” Derek said with a laugh, wrapping an arm around Stiles middle and pulling him to his chest, “Behave.”
“Or what?” Stiles asked, turning his head to look at Derek, “Will you punish me.”
“Oh my god get out of my house,” Laura said, pretending to throw up.
“Don’t leave yet!” Cory said, running into the kitchen, “I have to show you my favorite game.”
“What is it?” Stiles asked with a laugh, looking down at Cory.
“Zelda,” He said with a shy smile.
“Dude that game was my favorite when I was a kid,” Stiles said, slapping Derek on the ass as he followed Cory out of the kitchen and back to the living room.
“You found a good one,” Laura told Derek with a soft smile.
the kind who asks you for a little sugar [zimbits neighbors au]
When Jack moved into the plain, white house on Maple Street, he wasn’t expecting much except the peace and quiet he needed to write his next novel. Most of the neighbors were elderly or wrapped up in their young-parent bubble, too busy to notice the quiet, serious man now living in the late Mr. Ripley’s house. And Jack preferred it that way.
Every house on the street seemed a part of the scenery to Jack, weathered and simple with neat yards and the occasional rocking chair or wind chimes on the porches. Every house, that was, but his next door neighbor.
The house to the left of Jack’s was a buttery yellow color, the yard divided between garden and eclectic statues of rabbits and butterflies and other ridiculous things. The mailbox was covered in painted sunflowers and a faded pride flag hung in the window. It made Jack uneasy, knowing his neighbor was probably some overzealous, middle-aged lady who owned several cats and healed her colds with crystals. With one last look at the house and the pie that sat to cool on the windowsill, Jack wrinkled his nose and returned to his own home.
Okay first of all, just excuse me while I scream because this chapter took FOREVER, and I don’t even know why, but whatever…Thank you guys so much for your patience… Also a HUGE round of applause (or even a sneaky follow) for @tinysidestrashcaptain who helped write some of the dialogue for this chapter, and the next couple. Without her, this wouldn’t have been written at all. Another thing, this story will for sure be more than 10 chapters as I underestimated it, oops….Alright, now that that’s out of the way, let me return to screaming.
WARNINGS: Nausea, past child abuse mentions, mention of car accident, hospitals, very negative thinking, slight panic attack.
[text] Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today?
[text] The bar would not accept my money. I have reached God status here
[text] He was very considerate of my needs, he offered me pizza before and after.
[text] I asked him for something to clean up with after sex and he handed me a sham wow. A SHAM WOW
[text] So I was putting on a condom and looked to my right to not make eye contact, she said did you just look at the American flag while putting that on. I said this one’s for Team USA.
[text] He gave me the “find somebody who wants to date you for who you are” speech while I walked around the house asking people for pants.
[text] I will show up on your front porch in a wet t shirt and some mac and cheese
[text] I just got high off one hit and then Spent 20 minutes inspecting the gasket of our refrigerator and researching ways to replace it
[text] Seriously. I’m like, “Wait, we are actually talking about physics in the middle of sex and its ACTUALLY erotic because you’re so fucking intelligent I’m turned on?”
[text] Hyyypothetically, what would you do if you happened to see my boobs on the internet?
[text] He fucked me so hard my nail polish actually chipped. I’m keeping him.
[text] I’m making poor life decisions again. Tune in tomorrow to see how much I hate life.
[text] It’s a lube slip n slide down the hallway now. Details later.
[text] Just woke up with an entire pack of Oreos in my cheetah onesie. I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.
[text] Lesson learned. Don’t roleplay with a real knife.
[text] We got drunk and crashed a fifty year old woman’s birthday party for the food. Whoops.
[text] He asked me if I wanted to blow his whistle and proceeded to pull out an actual whistle.
[text] I woke up this morning with 3 phone numbers, a red Chinese New Year envelope with cash in it, and a winning scratcher all stuffed in my bra. I’d say it was a pretty successful Thursday night.
[text] I’m wearing sunglasses around my house. Douchebag status. The hangover is real.
[text] He’s like… An octopus that touches my vagina in all these diff ways at the right times. It’s almost unsettling
[text] I was orgasming and dying of laughter at the same time. I think I’ve found the One.
[text] Do me a favor I want you to reach down the front of your pants and underwear and just feel around for a while… if you happen to find your balls then join us
[text] i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled “dibs!”…
[text] and then she said I drew a line on her forehead with my cum and whispered “Simba”
[text] so I was just driving high and I stopped to let a pinecone cross the road because I thought it was a hedgehog.
[text] Sex on bubble wrap = best decision ever.
[text] Your lack of great college experience of margaritas and foam parties scares me
[text] We get an extra hour of sleep. That means we can take an extra shot tonight. Sounds logical. Thank you daylight savings.
[text] when someone at the bar asked you a question all you knew how to say was “chug-a-lug”
[text] There’s a girl in class eating a pumpkin pie. Like a whole pie straight from the pan with a fork.
[text] Apparently I taped knives to my hands and made everyone call me wolverine
[text] My house smells like bleach. Also, I do not feel bad about all the stuff I stole from the hospital while I was there.
[text] He told me he loved me. I didn’t know what to say so i just squirted the baby oil at him
[text] Get here, there are important joints to be smoked and pies to be eaten
[text] Can I even tell you how badly I want a day that is just on and off napping and sex with intermittent snack breaks? Because I want that day very badly.
[text] He came so hard that he yelled what sounded like a spell from Harry Potter.
[text] we were both freshly single and using each other as rebounds. most intense sex I’ve ever had. i felt like a grizzly bear emerging from hibernation in a whirlwind of sexual fury
[text] I need a drink and a shade of lipstick that will put the fear of God in a man’s heart.
[text] When was the last time you wore pants?
[text] I’ve replaced you with thin mints and masturbation
[text] Tuesday Boozeday turned into What-the-fuck-were-you-thinking Wednesday real fast.
[text] Have you ever had chicken nuggets while high? Because it tastes like hearing the Beatles for the first time
[text] Being able to fart in my own house is like 90% of why I pay rent
[text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would have to go down on the other person.
[text] I just accidentally showed an old lady a pic of my penis while showing her cat pics. So how’s your day going?
[text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.
[text] We go out, we get drunk, we watch Star Wars, we pass out. What’s wrong with this tradition?
[text] all i’ve had to eat today is leftover bday cake and a shot of tequila.
[text] Pretty sure the guy I hooked up with Saturday gave me a buy one get one free coupon for chipotle. Who said nice guys don’t exist?
[text] Apparently nothing brings out sympathy in a barista like asking if they have a hangover special
[text] And when I feel bad about myself I go to the library and suck my pen over an open book, counting the seconds until a guy sits across from me and tries to get my attention
[text] This is a mass text to all my friends. Whoever gets this first, please find me and confiscate my phone immediately. I am far too high to have it. Even if you have to punch me in my face to get it. Otherwise, let the “High While Analyzing Disney Movies” texts begin.
[text] Seriously insulted!! You can not share my dick pick with your gay brother. He won’t quit poking me on fb
[text] I am trying to think of a way to make alcohol cupcakes
[text] One of us needs to be functional tomorrow and it won’t be me. I’m drinking liquor out of a fishbowl.
[text] You pulled the fire alarm because you had to shit and there was someone in the bathroom. you said you needed privacy
[text] im guessing your the one that tried to make bacon in the toaster
[text] just smoked a blunt while listening to nsync. i now know what my childhood was missing.
[text] I just made out with a girl with a life jacket on wtf is going on
[text] Let’s play a little game called “Chill the Fuck Out” - you’re our first contestant
[text] Didn’t get laid. But got a free pie from a waitress. A whole pie.
[text] I am swimming in semen. He must have been holding it in for a special occasion.
[text] you should buy a sheep. A) you get an awesome pet. B) free coat
[text] tonight is going to be epic. can you pre-book an ambulance?
[text] We thought you were crowd-surfing until we realized it was the bouncers throwing you out
[text] maybe tonight we can turn coloring into a drinking game
[text] i think its awesome that according to your mom i’m your friend that caught on fire.
[text] So fucked up. Can’t tell if I’m starving or about to puke. Playing it safe and eating froot loops. Tasty in, colorful out.
[text] I just saw a hobo ride by on a unicycle. Good day.
[text] Vodka is such a love hate relationship.
[text] you traded sex for a burrito?
[text] I made a game called come to class high and eat nachos.
[text] You decided to make a porno with gummy bears and things went downhill from there.
[text] it’s not a party till someone uses the fire extinguisher.
[text] You’re always adorable, but when you’re drunk, you’re like Chia Pet adorable.
[text] this kid just offered me adderall in exchange for my meal points. college at its finest
[text] I was cleaning up my drunken mess and I found my ID in a cereal box
[text] I am now the proud owner of a 10-12 year old’s Optimus Prime costume from Walmart. Tomorrow is going to be a good day.
[text] It’s like eating cereal and milk but instead of cereal it’s gummy bears and instead of milk it’s vodka.
[text] You leave a trail of fuck everywhere you go
[text] Scott woke me up by cracking a beer open in my face. Best friends are awesome.
[text] we woke up to him feeding us cheetos at 3am. and by feeding i mean shoving them in our mouths and saying “i mean who doesn’t like cheetos”
[text] quit making up holidays to get me to go drinking with you
[text] I left a cheeto on everyone’s car trailing to the house i’m at, hanzel and gretel style.
[text] Just got a event reminder on my phone to never party with you again.
[text] nobody understood you. You kept speaking french and hiding shit in your boobs
[text] When I came home you were using a glowstick to eat peanut butter from the jar.
[text] kinda considering buying a life alert for sophomore year
[text] My phone auto-corrects smirnoff to poisoned. I think it is trying to tell me something.
[text] Anywhere you can eat green eggs and ham, you can have sex.
[text] you were running down the aisles of wal mart singing ‘follow the yellowbrick road’. i’m pretty sure you thought the night shift workers were the munchkins & started crying when they wouldnt help u find the wizard. needless to say u were pretty stoned/wasted
[text] It’s like the only way I know how to apologize is by giving a blow job.
[text] did you by any chance leave me that 7 minute long voicemail of you running and constantly tripping into bushes?
[text] The world would be so much better with thought bubbles.
[text] I love taking my adderall while im in class! As soon as I take the pill out everyone around me just stares in envy!
[text] You handed some guy a spoon you found, he yelled SPOON GAME, and then the two of you spent the next 20 minutes throwing spoons all over the kitchen.
[text] I just told a dude I hooked up with last night he was the pick of the litter.
[text] So I woke up today with someone’s door knob in my pocket. I hope everybody else got out of the house ok.
[text] So we successfully lit our bathtub on fire. Thought you should know.
[text] Because when I say 'You shouldn’t drink anymore’, she hears, 'I personally challenge you to chug 3 more mixed drinks’
[text] okay, this game isn’t funny anymore. tell us where all the forks are.
[text] The lack of pants and amount of productivity in my life right now is amazing.
[text] when i start to cry when i lose at mario kart is when you should put me to bed
[text] so apparently the car got towed with me passed out in the back seat.
[text] You closed the sidewalk off to pedestrians last night. With a glitter covered safety cone
[text] never. drinking. again.
[text] I’m gonna get drunk and through up on the first happy couple I see.
[text] got some bad news about ur virginity. she didnt make it thru the night
[text] I need a good reason NOT to eat this entire jar of nutella right now
[text] i’m out of smokes so i just had an after sex popsicle. this might become an addiction.
[text] Yeah I think we tried to use the shower curtain as a parachute because its tied to my backpack with some string. Dont know if anyone actually attempted it though.
That might’ve been the fifth time a groan escaped out of Byun Baekhyun’s body interrupting you as you read. You try not to get annoyed with your friend as you fold the corner of the book to keep your place. If he was going to put a pause on your reading with all his groaning it was better to find out what the problem was sooner than later.
Sorry for the long wait between posts. I haven’t had much inspiration :( But this little fic involves Dark and Anti, with you caught up between one of their many arguments.
Warnings: swearing, angst, a little violence Hope you enjoy!
You opened your eyes, already over today. The first day off in ages and you awoke to your walls shaking and the air buzzing with static. You couldn’t quite place why, but you strongly believed you weren’t getting the relaxing, lounge-around-the-house day you were hoping for.
Groaning, you rolled off your bed and stumbled through the house to the kitchen. It didn’t faze you in the slightest when a shudder ran through the floor, and the lights overhead flickered. The pressure in the air was heavy as it weighed down on you. “Ok, who’s here?” You called out impatiently. A jittered laugh answered you, followed by a deep grunt and another booming sound that made the windows rattle. “Anti! Keep still or it will be worse for you!” You heard a deep voice command. You wandered into the kitchen just as Dark stormed in. “(Y/N), keep out of this,” Dark warned you. His eyes were completely black and his jaw was clenched. “What the hell is going on?” You asked. Another static-y laugh echoed through the room and Dark’s head twitch. “He,” Dark furiously pointed at the microwave, “Has rubbed my patience to the breaking point. And, like the coward he is, fled here to hide from the consequences.” You glanced at your poor microwave, finding the timer was glowing green and flashing ‘HA HA HA HA’ in bright letters. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose to keep yourself from exploding.
“Why am I always roped into the middle your bullshit?” You snapped impatiently. “Honestly, can’t you two argue like adults?” Anti’s face appeared on the TV in the lounge-room, “P̸f̸f̸t̸,̵ ̸w̴h̴a̵t̷ ̷f̷u̸n̴ ̷i̶s̸ ̶t̷h̸a̷t̷?̷” Anti chuckled. “D̷a̸r̴k̸'̶s̸ ̷a̵t̸t̴e̶n̴t̷i̷o̵n̸ ̵s̴p̷a̵n̵ ̷w̵o̶u̷l̶d̵n̶'̴t̵ ̴l̶a̷s̵t̸ ̴t̴w̵o̵ ̴s̷e̴n̸t̸e̶n̷c̶e̸s̵” Dark marched into the lounge-room, his lips pulled back in a snarl and his fist raised at Anti’s cocky grin. “Wait!” You shouted, diving in front of the TV. “You can’t just go around destroying my stuff, Dark! Thing about what you’re doing!” A pair of warm hands gripped your shoulders as Anti appeared behind you. “Y̶e̸a̸h̷!̴ ̸T̷h̵i̶n̶k̶ ̴a̴b̶o̵u̶t̵ ̴(̵Y̵/̸N̴)̶’̸s̶ ̷s̶t̴u̷f̶f̶,̶ ̸D̴a̸r̴k̴y̸-̸b̶o̵y̵.̶” Anti half lent his body on you, his sly grin matching the mischievous glint in his eyes. “I̶ ̷d̸o̷n̴’̴t̴ ̷t̸h̷i̴n̷k̷ ̷t̷h̵e̸y̴’̴d̴ ̵a̷p̶p̶r̵e̶c̸i̵a̷t̴e̴ ̸t̶h̵e̴ ̶m̶o̷n̴s̵t̶e̷r̶ ̸t̴h̸a̸t̶ ̶d̸e̵s̴t̷r̵o̶y̵e̸d̴ ̴t̵h̸e̸i̵r̴ ̶h̴o̴m̷e̶.̵”
Dark made a vicious grab for Anti, narrowly missing your face as the two entities danced around you. Dark dashed around you, his hands snatching at Anti’s neck, only to grab air as the man disappeared in a cloud of smoke. His giggling trailed through the house. You found it difficult to think as Dark’s anger grew. The pressure in the house close to becoming a crushing weight and the world started to glitch and fade as Anti swirled in the electricity. “Hey Dark, could you tone it down a bit?” You asked, as your head began to throb. “I can’t focus on anything.” “Tell this insect to behave and I’ll take his punishment elsewhere,” Dark hissed bitterly. “Anti, for fucks sake just apologize so the two of you can fuck off!” You exclaimed crossly. The flickering halted at your words and you felt the pressure in the air lessen as Dark turned to you.
This was the first time he had seen you angry. Dark’s witnessed you irritated, impatient with the two of them, but it was close to rare of you telling them to leave without a decent reason. Anti stepped out of the TV, standing beside Dark with a sheepish look on his face. “I̷ ̵w̸a̴s̴ ̴o̴n̴l̶y̴ ̸p̸l̷a̵y̸i̶n̷g̴,” Anti said. “I̷ ̷d̸i̵d̴n̵’̵t̷ ̴e̵x̸p̸e̵c̷t̷ ̵i̸t̴’̸d̷ ̶a̷n̷n̴o̸y̷ ̷y̸o̴u̴ ̵s̸o̸ ̵m̷u̷c̷h̶.” You sighed, yet again, and shook your head. “The two of you are a handful. But next time the two of you fight, unless one of you is about to die or be killed, don’t drag me into it. I can only take so much perception fucking and my hair cannot take all this static your producing, Anti.” The two grinned and nodded. “Alright, we’ll play by your rules, Kitten.” “Thank you,” You said. Anti went to speak but Dark’s fist crashing into his stomach killed his words as the green haired entity doubled over, gasping. You raised an eyebrow, “Happy now?” Dark fixed his tie and smoothed his suit jacket, “I am content.”
It was a stormy night. Ravaging winds and eviscerating rain
had swept in from the West, following a summer of nothing but eternal sunshine
and hot spells. The skies were dark and swirling, and the road shone slick with
The old manor house stood largely unaffected, solid and
unwavering in the face of such an onslaught. The trees groaned, shifting with
the weight of the wind ploughing into their trunks, and there was a little
broom shed that’s foundations looked as though they would be pulled from the
earth and the wooden panels of the walls would go splintering. Other than that,
there was nothing.
Until a figure appeared out of nowhere.
It was largely unremarkable, for the wind made one’s eyes
hard to trust, but one minute there was solitude and silence, and with the next
bout of storm, a boy stood in its place.
He was relatively tall, though his body was racked, and he
was shivering violently. He ran with fear lacing his strides, clutching tightly
at the thick cloak wrapped around him and lugging after his heels an old
The boy stopped only when he got to the house, collapsing
against the doorway, gasping sharply for air. He knocked desperately.
There was no answer. Nobody even stirred.
But then, a light flickered on above him. And another. It
was like a game of dominos, each light lit quicker than the last, until the
door was flung open and a yellow warmth devoured him.
James Potter stood in the house, glasses shoved onto his
nose, tired eyes slowly widening. His hair was stuck up in all possible
Sirius tried to smile, but he could taste blood and knew it
was more of a grimace.
“Dear Merlin,” James whispered.
“I didn’t know where else to go,” Sirius offered quietly.
It was only then that James noticed the trunk behind him. He
didn’t waste another second, throwing the door wider and ushering his friend
inside, taking the trunk from his cold and clammy hands and hauling it into the
entryway. The door slammed shut behind them.
James had seen many things in the five years he’d spent
being friends with Sirius Black. He had seen him thrash around in the dead of
night, pleading to an invisible man to stop, flinching and crying out when they
didn’t. He had seen him determined and loving ferociously, stopping at nothing
to make sure that Remus Lupin was not alone when the rest of society seemed to
believe he should be. He had seen him cold, when the hatred burned through him,
black as his namesake and eyes. He had seen him euphoric and free, laughing
like nothing in the world could touch him and at one time, James had believed
that to be true.
He had never seen him like this.
Sirius’ eye was swollen, purple and bulging, protruding from
his ashen face like a stone from water. His lip was bust, still oozing blood,
and there was a bruise blossoming on his cheekbone, ugly and grey and pink.
James knew that if he lifted Sirius’ shirt, even a fraction, he’d see identical
bruises, like a meadow spreading up his skin.
He was shaking, trembling so vigorously, James was sure he
would burst. He was convinced that Sirius would explode and everything he’d
ever felt, everything he’d held inside of him, would come ricocheting out, all
the red and gold and black traversing through his veins.
whispered James, and he felt his throat close up. Without saying another word
(he wasn’t sure he could), he pulled the smaller boy into his arms, hugging him
so closely, so tightly, as if this embrace would make all of Sirius’ broken
parts fit back together. But then James wondered if he wasn’t whole to begin
The two boys stood there, clutching onto one another so
firmly they left marks. Sirius sobbed into James’ shoulder, fingers clenched
around the material of his pyjamas and James didn’t mind that he was now as
drenched and cold as the storm outside. His brother was safe in here, in his
arms, and if it meant he had to hold him for an eternity, James would do so in
“James, darling, what-?”
Euphemia Potter stopped at the foot of the stairs. She
breathed in sharply, and her words were lost.
“Sirius, love, is that you? What’s happened? What’s-? Oh my.”
She didn’t wait any longer, rushing over and she bundled
both boys into her arms, hugging them to her body as though they were till
children in need of a mother’s embrace, and she felt Sirius cling to her, melt
into her warmth.
Euphemia realised he had probably never felt the love of a
mother’s embrace before. She made sure to hug him tighter.
She patted his back to let her go, pulling away and wiping
at her eyes, sniffing resolutely. She cast a drying and warming charm on him,
smiling softly, holding his face tenderly in her hands. “Love, we need to get
you out of these clothes. You’ll freeze to death if not. James, run and get him
some of your pyjamas.”
James seemed hesitant to leave his friend, but his mother’s
eyes urged him and he set off at a sprint, returning mere seconds later with a
pair of clean Quidditch nightclothes, emblazoned with snitches and Puddlemere
United. Sirius hardly had the effort to jab at James’ shocking allegiances.
“Can you walk, dear?” Euphemia asked him, brushing away some
hair by his eyes. Though her face didn’t show it, she wanted to flinch at the
sight of him. A child. And yet, here he was, beaten and bloody, almost a pulp.
She tried to lead him upstairs, but he collapsed in her arms. “No, it’s okay.
We’ll get you on the settee for tonight and move you upstairs to your room
With James’ help, they gently led Sirius over to the settee,
and Euphemia procured blankets and pillows to wrap him up with. She flicked her
wand and a fire leapt in the hearth, bathing the room immediately in heat.
“I’ll just go and get some balm for his eye, and see if we
have any potions for his bruises. I-”
“Mum,” James cut her off.
She fell quiet and the two looked at the broken boy on their
settee. He had settled into the cushions, burrowing into their warmth, with the
blanket tucked right up to his chin. In the firelight, the purple of his face
made him look haunted, nearly dead. James’ throat clenched up at the thought
and he cast it away instantly, focusing instead on the steady rise and fall of
his brother’s chest.
Euphemia felt her heart melt. A sad smile formed at her
lips. “I’ll be right back.”
Luckily, because they had a son as danger prone as James,
their medical cupboard was well-stocked, and she was returning in no time with
the necessary balms and potions and a warm cloth to wipe away any blood, but as
she stepped back into their living room, she stopped in her tracks.
James had climbed under the covers beside Sirius, and was
snoring peacefully, the smaller boy tucked against his chest. He had his arm
draped over her son’s waist, and every now and then, his hand would seize into
a fist and he’d clutch the material of James’ shirt. James absently stroked
She and Fleamont had always had trouble having children.
They had thought, as old as they were, that they might be condemned to live in
a big, empty house, happy and in love, though missing something, missing the echoing of laughter and the high-pitched
glee that followed it, spiralling out of control, and yelling after ghosts that
sprinted down the hallways and slammed doors and made messes in the kitchen,
and trailed mud into the house after a day spent dancing in the rain-
The day she found out she was pregnant with James was the
happiest of her life, and though he was her blessing and her joy, it had come
at a cost, and she was warned that another childbirth would kill her. And so,
the dreams of a big family with several children had bubbled down to one child,
whom she loved with all her heart.
Now, however, she thought that wasn’t true.
She laid the tray of medicines down on the coffee table,
before quietly moving over to her boys. She pressed a lingering kiss to each of
their foreheads, and pulled the blanket further up, making sure it covered
Euphemia stopped in the doorway, looking back once more at
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“You know, there should be a rule against you wearing clothes in this house….“Roman trailed off, attention occupied by my breast. He pulled a nub in his mouth, sucking and licking it greedily.
“You’re a pervet.”
“And you’re a tease.”
I moaned when his huge hand grasped both of my breast, rolling the nipples with his. thumbs.
“You’ve been a very bad little girl lately, though. I think it’s time for Daddy to teach you some respect.” He said, licking the skin between my breast.
“Daddy? Really? You know I find that kink highly disturbing.” I said, looking at him as if he were crazy.
“And I find you not sleeping with me for two whole days highly disturbing.” He responded, looking into my eyes from between my breast.
“You survived.” I said dismissively.
“Oh, you poor baby.” I told him, mockingly.
“Now, you’ve made the Big Dog mad, baby girl.” He said kissing his way toward my throbbing pussy. Suddenly, he stopped.
“Actually, I wanna try something.” He got up off of the bed and made his way to my dresser, opening the top one. I felt my face flush heavily when he took out the pink vibrator I kept stored there.
“What the hell are you doing?!” I asked, embarrassed that he knew I had one.
“Don’t worry, (y/n). I just want to play with you for a little bit. That’s all.” He said, crawling back into the bed.
He was kneeling in between my spread legs, face inches away from where I needed him the most. Then, he brought the vibrator up and turned it on.
“Let’s see if the tease likes being teased.” He said with a wicked smirk, throwing me a wink.
My body jumped once he started rubbing the vibrator on my clit in slow, torturous circles.
“Ahhh, damn…” I moaned out quietly, focusing on the pressure that was currently rubbing my clit.
“You like that?” Roman asked, licking his lips, intently watching my pussy drip with need.
“Ugh! Yes!” I moaned out when he turned up the level on the toy. He started running it up and down my womanhood, eliciting a string of profanities from my lips.
I started rocking my hips upward, looking for more friction, but he pulled the toy away. I groaned in dissapointment.
“Awww, what’s wrong baby girl?” He asked, mocking me the way I did him earlier.
“Stop fucking playing, Ro! Get back to work!” I yelled at him, beyond frustrated and more than turned on at this point.
He just laughed. “I’m a little too old to be playing games, sweetheart.” He brought the vibrator back up to my pussy, slowly circling my opening with it. “And the only one who’s gonna be going to work is you.”
With that, he shoved the vibtator up my soaked cunt. “Fuck!” I yelled out, glad to have something up my throbbing pussy.
“Come on, (y/n). Fuck yourself with your toy, baby.” Roman teased, removing his hand from the hilt of the toy and placing mine on it.
I started fucking myself with the vibrator slowly, maintaining eye contact with him. I started shoving it in me faster and harder when I saw him grabbing his cock, jerking it in time with the vibrator I was shoving up my pussy.
His eyes lowered themselves to where I was moving the pink toy in and out of myself. “Rub that swollen clit of yours. Fuck that pussy good for me!” He demanded, jerking his cock harder.
“Oh shit!” I moaned, loudly when I started rubbing my clit like Roman told me to.
“You ‘bout to cum, baby?” Roman asked, voice husky due to the hand rapidly moving up and down his thick cock.
“Yes!” I moaned out, rubbing my clit and fucking myself with the vibrator harder. “I’m so fucking close.”
“Good.” He muttered, leaning forward to slap my hands away and snatching the pink toy out of my tight pussy in the process.
“Ro!!! What the actual fuck!” I yelled at him, thinking of ways to murder his ass in his sleep.
“I did say I was gonna tease you…” He trails off leaning in to my cheek.
I narrowed my eyes dangerously at him.
“I hate you.” I said lightly.
“You love my dick, though.”
“Oh, screw you!”
“Soon, babe. Soon.” He said, throwing me a dazzling smile. Why is he so damn attractive.
He ran his hand through his hair, arm muscles flexing as he did so, then leaned forward, his breath playing with my lips.
“I was planning on dominating your little ass tonight, but now I’m having second thoughts.” He finished, leaning even further in to run his tongue along my bottom lip.
Roman moved to my left, laying his body down next to mine with his feet planted firmly on the mattress.
“I’m gonna sit my ass right here and watch you do all the work. Now come sit down on my cock.” He demanded, raising up to lean back on his forearms.
I scrambled over to his lap, admiring the sight before me. His cock looked intimidating, laying there against his stomach, heavily dripping precum. The viens were so pronounced they looked as if they were gonna bust through the skin. And the size of his dick never ceased to amaze me.
I moved to straddle his cock. “Nuh, uh.” I heard him say. I looked at him, confused.
“Turn around. I wanna see your ass bounce every time you go up and down on my dick.”
Fuck, I thought to myself, pussy clenching uncontrollably at the thought.
I turned around and straddled his hips, facing the wall in front of us. I raised my hips up and felt him line up his cock with my opening. I slowly lowered myself onto his thick shaft, hissing at the slight pain that accompanied it.
“God, damn!” I heard him curse once I made it all the down. His cock was so fucking thick. He always filled me up completely, making me feel as if I were being ripped in half.
“Come on, baby girl. Fuck yourself on my cock.” I heard him moan out.
I moaned in response, leaning my body over so that my hands were flat on the bed beneath me. I used that leverage to help me bounce up and down on his hard, fat cock.
“Shit!” Roman cursed, intently watching my ass move as I kept moving myself up and down, grinding my hips once I made it back down.
“Go faster, (y/n). I want you to fuck that cock good. Move that ass, baby girl.”
I moaned, fucking myself harder and faster on the cock wedged between my legs. I was breathing heavily, and the pleasure I was receiving from his thick manhood was driving me insane.
Every time I’d slam my hips back down into his, his cock would poke my g-spot hard. My legs were starting to spasm due to how good his dick was making my throbbing pussy feel.
I leaned forward even more on the bed, letting my forearms support me. I could ride his cock faster at this angle. I started screaming when he started rocking his hips off of the bed, meeting me thrust for thrust, pounding deliciously into my cervix.
“Yeah, that’s it baby! Take all of it! Fuck my cock hard! God, damn!” I heard him growl out, reaching out a hand to smack my left ass cheek. Hard.
“Oh, fuck!” I screamed at the harsh slap. It sent delicious ripples of pleasure straight to my throbbing clit.
“Ro, I’m so close! Keep shoving your cock up in me, please!” I begged him, wanting to cum so fucking bad.
He started shoving his cock in me faster. So fast I could hardly raise my hips up before he was shoving his fat, meaty cock back in me.
I felt Roman raise up a little, grabbing me by my hair and tugging me back into his hard chest.
“Now, tell me,” he whispered, darkly into my ear, never ceasing the brutal pace he in which he was fucking me with his hard cock, “Who’s making your tiny pussy feel this damn good?”
“You!” I cried, trying my hardest to move up and down on his thick cock at this angle.
“What’s my name?” He asked, voice turning dangerously seductive. He started tugging on my hair even harder.
“Roman!” I cried out.
“No!” His deep voice boomed in my ear. He yanked on my hair roughly. I shrieked in pain.
“What’s. My. Fucking. Name?” He growled in my ear, accentuating each of his words with a sharp thrust into my sensitive vagina.
“Daddy!” I shrieked. “It’s Daddy!” I felt my pussy clamp down hard on the thick cock fucking me senseless
“Good girl” he crooned out sexily, pinching my clit between his thumb and pointer finger as a reward.
I came with a loud scream, back arching into a perfect bow. I was squeezing my eyes shut so tight my head was starting to hurt. Roman didn’t slow down his movement through my oragasm. He continued to move his cock in and out, fucking me through it.
I was dead weight leaning up against his chest, now. I just laid there, taking his cock as he continued to shove it back into me.
“Fucking look at you! My cock turned you into a mess. Daddy fucking you that good?” He asked, shoving his dick in me even harder.
Before I knew it, Roman had flipped us over. I was laying front first on the bed, and he was over me, penis still lodged in me.
“Ohhh!” I groaned out, lower stomach starting to hurt due to how hard Roman was shoving his cock in me. “Please, Ro…” I started off, struggling to find words.
“Shhhh,” he started leaning over me, “Don’t talk, baby girl. Just let Daddy keep fucking this tight ass pussy until he cums. You want Daddy’s cum, right?” He asked, stopping his harsh thrust to grind his cock in circles into my pussy.
“Ahhh, yes! I need your cum in me, daddy! Please give it to me!” I begged, not caring about how filthy I sounded.
“You turn into such a whore once I start fucking you. You love this dick that much? Your slutty little pussy needs my cock that damn much?!” He asked huskily, grinding his hips down into mine rougher.
“Oh, my fucking gosh, yes! I always need it! Please fill me up, Daddy!” I whined, throat hoarse from all the yelling.
“Oh, I’ll fill you up, slut! I’m not stopping till I cum all in this little pussy. Until this tight little cunt of yours starts milking this fat cock dry.” He whispered nastily in my ear.
“Oh, shit!” I cursed, feeling another intense oragasm sneak up on me due to his filthy fucking words.
“Damn, baby, again?!” I heard him ask, incredulously. “Shit!” I heard him curse, feeling his cock swell up deliciously in me.
“Yes! Cum in my sluty little pussy, Daddy. Fill your little girl up!” I groaned out, desperate for his cum.
“Fuck!” I heard him roar, slamming his cock, one, two, three times into me before he started filling me up with his seed. I moaned loudly at the feeling of his cock twitching every time more of his seed would leak out that glorious cock directly onto my greedy pussy.
When he finished cumming in me, he pulled his cock out and collapsed next to me on the bed.
“Damn, baby girl,” he started, still trying to catch his breath, “We should get that pussy insured. Would hate for something to happen to it.”
I laughed at his stupidity. “You just did something to it!” I turned over to my right to face him, giving him a tired smile.
“I did, didn’t I?” He said proudly, throwing me a wink.
“I wanna feel hurt for being left out, but that was hot as fuck.” Roman and I jumped at the sound of Tama’s voice.
“When did you get here? I thought you were sleep?” I asked, still breathing heavily.
“About ten minutes ago. I’m pretty sure you guys woke up the whole neighborhood with how loud you were.”
“I bet you can’t make her scream that loud.” Roman said, throwing Tama a cocky grin.
“You wanna bet, pretty boy?”
“Oh, please! You’re just as pretty as me.”
“I’m not pretty, OK. I’m devilishly handsome.” Tama threw back, looking proud of himself.
“Quit lying to yourself, kid.”
“Kid?! I’m older than you, dipshit! And besides…”
I decided to tune out their ridiculous conversation, finding sleep to be more appealing. I turn around, grabbed my pillow, and fell asleep almost instantly.
Could Tama make you scream louder? Hmmmmm…….maybe, maybe not. Who’s to say? 😉😏😈