where would i ever put this in my house


“I was scared to death in the Salt Lake City jail I thought I was going to die every night for the first few days I was in jail back in October of 1975. I was scared to death! Daily. I thought they were going to kill me. Animals sense it. Just like the old adage that a dog can tell when somebody is afraid of it. They sensed it- and some guys jacked me up on it. I mean, nothing happened. But they said, ‘Hey, Bundy, did you really do that?’ This or that. Nobody fucks with me anymore about that.

 {…}After I was sentenced in Salt Lake City, I was put on “A” Block at Utah State Prison, where Truman Capote filmed The Glass House. I was scared to death for a while. A couple of guys kept chanting, ‘We don’t like rape-os.’ Gave me the bad eye. Called me a baby raper and all that shit. Nobody would ever do that to me now. They might talk a lot. But they won’t say anything to my face. The reputation stops ‘em. They’re afraid I’ll do something to them. And I probably would, if it came down to it. It may be the way I carry myself. They may have respect for me the way I handle the authorities. The way I fucked with them. The way I made them pay to see me. No one has said a cross would to me. Not even has there been a mean word. They- all of ‘em- will try to get over on you when you first come in. They’ll jam on you. They’ll try to get you to get them drugs and promise to pay you back. They’re always trying to hit on the new guy for candy and cigarettes. I tell ‘em to fuck off.”- Ted Bundy in Conversations With A Killer talking to Stephen Michaud about his earliest experiences in prison after his first arrest for the kidnapping and attempted murder of Carol DaRonch.

✖ —— the outsiders sentence starters.

’ we gotta win that fight tonight. ’
’ where the hell have you been? do you know what time it is? ’
’ it’s two in the morning, kiddo! ’
’ where have you been? ’
’ i fell asleep in the lot. didn’t mean to. ’
‘ i can’t even call the cops because you two would be put in a home so fast. ’
’ look, i said i didn’t mean to. ’
’  "i didn’t mean to", “i forgot”. that’s all i ever hear from you! ’
’ don’t you yell at him/her! ’
’ you can’t win. you know that, don’t you? ’
’ you’ll still be where you were before, at the bottom. ’
’ shoot, this house ain’t dirty. you ought to see my house. ’
’ if you had the sense of a billy goat, you’d clean your house up. ’
’ shoot, kid, if i did that, my mom would die of shock. ’
’ where did you learn that? that’s what i meant. ’
’ stay gold, _______, stay gold. ’
’ robert frost wrote it. ’
’ i always remembered it because i never quite knew what it meant. ’
’ look at the blonde headed monkey! ’
’ why? too scared? ’
’ hate to tell you this, buddy, but you have to wear clothes to work. ’
’ you’re not going anywhere. ’
’ no way! they ain’t putting me in no home. ’
’ let’s take it outside! ’
’ you should have gone out for football instead of track. ’
’ where the hell do you think you’re going? ’
’ i don’t know, i can’t take sides. ’
’ i don’t know, man. it’s just like sometimes i have to get out. ’
’ it’s like i’m the middle man in a tug-of-war or something between you guys. ’
’ i’m happy working at a gas station. ’
’ i’m dumb. it’s alright, i don’t mind. ’
’ you’d never be happy doing something like that. ’
’ you gotta stop yelling at him/her for every little thing he/she does, man. ’
’ we’re all we got left now. ’
’ if we don’t have each other, then we ain’t got nothing. ’
’ sure… sure little buddy, we ain’t goin’ to fight anymore. ’
’ one bawl-baby in this family’s enough. ’
’ let’s go home, i’m cold. ’
’ what’d you say? ’
’ what’d you say, you little shit? what’d you say to me? ’
’ come on, you heard me. leave her/him alone. ’
’ here, i thought this might cool you off. ’
’ when you learn to talk and act decent, then maybe i’ll cool off too. ’
’ firey, huh? just the way i like them! ’
’ i gotta cut smoking or i’ll never make track next year. ’
’ where you gonna get the dough, li'l man? ’
’ yeah, somebody’s sick… ’
’ what are you doin’ walkin’ by your lonesome on the street? ’
’ it’s none of your business, smarty. ’
’ what do you mean, none of my business? ’
’ smartass. he/she is a smartass kid. ’
’ i didn’t know you had this problem with, with yelling in my face. ’
’ what? look, now don’t get wise. ’
’ i don’t like little kids, just don’t like ‘em. ’
’ go a head, i’ll keep an eye on him/her. ’
’ why didn’t you bring a coat, stupid? ’
’ i thought new york was the only place to end up in a murder rap. ’
’ hey baby, you wanna see what’s hangin’? ’
’ you don’t know what a few months in jail can do to you, man. ’
’ you get mean in jail, i just don’t wanna see that happen to you. ’
’ it’s like the mist is what’s pretty, ya know? all gold and silver. ’
’ too bad it can’t stay like that all the time. ’
’ you’re never gonna get me alive! ’
’ don’t you know a rumble ain’t a rumble without me? ’
’ you ever pull a stunt like that again, i’ll kill you. ’
’ if the fuzz show, you beat it out of there. ’
’ ain’t nobody gonna call the fuzz in this neighborhood! they know better! ’
’ you two beat it out of there, ya hear me? ’
’ go ahead, man. i won’t look at you. ’
’ i don’t have any money. ’
’ go away! get out of here! ’
’ that was a close call. ’
’ with your brains and grades, you could get a scholarship. ’
’ we could put you through college, ain’t that right? ’
’ you just don’t stop living because you lose somebody. ’
’ anytime you don’t like the way i’m running things around here, you can just get out. ’
’ i used to talk about killing myself all the time, man. ’
’ hell, i wouldn’t care so much if there hadn’t been so many things i haven’t done yet. ’
’ so many damn things i ain’t seen or done. ’
’ i don’t know, he/she just died. ’
’ guess we’re different, huh? ’
’ beer for breakfast there, ______? ’
’ you smoke more than a pack today and i’ll skin you. ’
’ you carry more than one bundle of roofing at a time. ’
’ you’re young. you shouldn’t be smoking. it’s a hard habit to break. ’
’ i thought we lost you like we did mom and dad. ’
’ what do you think, man? you think it makes me look tough? ’
’ i think it makes you look different. ’
’ well, you got a hole in your mouth. ’
’ i can’t wait till you’re outta here. ’
’ get out, just get out! you’re making me sick in my stomach. ’
’ it was your bright idea, smarty. ’
’ you get tough like me and you don’t get hurt. ’
’ you look out for yourself and nothing can touch you, man. ’
’ by the looks of it i thought you were both four… ’
’ they pushed me in the fountain and they tried to drown me. ’
’ why don’t you just focus on girls and cars? works of me. ’
’ nothin’ legal, man. let’s get outta here. ’
’ you go to hell. go straight to hell. ’
’ did they pull a blade on you? ’
’ hey, they ain’t gonna hurt you no more. ’
’ they used to buddy around together, play football. ’
’ what, are you thinking about me becoming your personal bodyguard? ’
’ i don’t think it’s too hot of an idea. ’
’ great! my first trip to the zoo! ’
’ i swear, we used to get along just fine until mom and dad died. ’
’ i think i like it better when the old man’s hittin’ me. at least he knows I’m there. ’
’ i’m sorry i got you away from this party and all but i just don’t know what to do, man. ’
’ nah. i was just uh… i was just trying to get some sleep. ’
’ wait a minute. let me think about this mess. get in. ’
’ you guys are three of the bravest kids i’ve seen in a long time. ’
’ what are you guys? professional heroes or somethin’? ’
’ a little? you call reeling and passing out in the streets a little? ’
’ i told you, i’m never going out with you when you’re drinking again. ’
’ look, that doesn’t mean you can go walkin’ the streets with these bums. ’
’ we got four more of us in the backseat. ’
’ if…  if you’re lookin’ for a fight… ’
’ c'mon, put the knife down! c'mon! ’
’ stop! stop it! i hate fights, alright? i hate them! ’
’ we’ll go home with you, just give me a minute. ’
’ are you a real redhead? are you real?  ’
’ how can i find out if this is your real red hair? ’
’ if this is the same red hair you have on your, uh, your, your, these eyebrows. ’
’ hey! check out their pants! ’
’ so, you guys waitin’ for a floodin’? ’
’ man that was one tough car. mustangs, they’re tough. ’
’ i asked the nurse to give you this book so you could finish it. ’
’ listen, i don’t mind dying now. ’
’ it was worth it. it was worth saving those kids. ’
’ keep it that way, it’s a good way to be. ’
’ you still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want. ’
’ hey, look, i got me a new hat! ’
’ some cute redhead, huh? ’
’ get your feet off my chair and shut your trap. ’
’ you’d better leave us alone, or i’ll call the cops. ’
’ oh, my, my! you’ve got me scared to death. ’
’ can you just leave us alone? be nice and leave us alone? ’
’ can i interest you in a coca-cola, or a… ’
’ alright, i’ll go. i know when i’m not wanted. ’
’ no jazz before the rumble; you know the rules. ’
Fear came to my house years ago I let ‘em in
Maybe that’s the problem
Cause I’ve been dealing with this ever since
I thought that he would leave, but it’s obvious he never did
He must have picked the room and got comfortable and settled in
Now I’m in the position it’s either sit here and let him win
Or put him back outside where he came from, but I never can
Cause in order to do that I’d have to open the doors
Is that me or the fear talking?
I don’t know anymore
—  Mansion by NF feat Fleurie

These lyrics though.

“And I regret the fact that I struggled trying to find who I am
And I lie to myself and say I do the best that I can
Shrug it off like it ain’t nothing like it’s out of my hands
Then get ticked off whenever I see it affecting my plans
And I regret watching these trust issues eat me alive
And at the rate I’m going they’ll probably still be there when I die
Congratulations, you’ll always have a room in my mind
The question is: Will I ever clean the walls off in time?

Insidious is blind inception
What’s reality with all these questions?
Feels like I missed my alarm and slept in (slept in)
Broken legs but I chase perfection
These walls are my blank expression
My mind is a home I’m trapped in
And it’s lonely inside this mansion (inside this mansion)

So this part of my house, no one’s been in it for years
I built the safe room and I don’t let no one in there
Cause if I do, there’s a chance
That they might disappear and not come back
And I admit I am emotionally scared to let anyone inside
So I just leave my doors locked
You might get other doors to open up but this doors not
Cause I don’t want you to have the opportunity to hurt me
And I’ll be the only person that I can blame when you desert me
I’m barricaded inside
So stop watching
I’m not coming to the door
So stop knocking, stop knocking
I’m trapped here
God keep saying I’m not locked in
I chose this
I am lost in my own conscience
I know that shutting the world out ain’t solving the problem
But I didn’t build this house because I thought it would solve ‘em
I built it because I thought that it would be safer in there
But it’s not, I’m not the only thing that’s living in here
Fear came to my house years ago I let 'em in
Maybe that’s the problem
Cause I’ve been dealing with this ever since
I thought that he would leave, but it’s obvious he never did
He must have picked the room and got comfortable and settled in
Now I’m in the position it’s either sit here and let him win
Or put him back outside where he came from, but I never can
Cause in order to do that I’d have to open the doors
Is that me or the fear talking?
I don’t know anymore”

The Puppet Master

Based off of fanart done by @king-draws. Enjoy!

Pairing: Brohm


“Guys! Guys! I got an idea,” Jonathan grinned. Ryan sighed and rolled his eyes as Luke’s eyes lit up.

“Ooh! What is it this time?” Luke asked.

“Is it going to be as bad as the last one?” Jonathan glared at Ryan before quickly going back to his idea.

“Alright alright alright, so, you guys know that weird creepy house in that one creepy forest, right?” Both Luke an Ryan nodded their heads. “Well, some say it’s haunted and whatnot, but,” he paused for effect, “I say we prove them wrong!”

“And how would we do that, exactly?” Ryan asked, already not liking where this was going.

“We should spend the night in the house!”

“Oh my god, that’s a terrible idea.” Jonathan put his hands on the table and looked straight at Ryan.

“Why do you hate my plans, huh? Do you have something against me?”

“You, no. Your plans, yes.”

“What did my plans ever do to you?”

“Hmm, let’s see: they almost landed us in jail, they almost got us killed, I’m pretty sure that one guy was gonna rape us, and-”

“Okay, okay, I get it; not all of my plans are the best. But! This one will be different! Now, who’s with me!”

It took a second, but Luke raised his hand.

“See? One person cares about me,” Jonathan exclaimed, gesturing to Luke.

“Luke, why would you agree to this? You’re gonna get yourself killed out there!”

“Hey, I’m just here to make sure that he doesn’t kill himself on accident.” Ryan just sighed.

“Whatever. When exactly are you doing this?”


Ryan was about to argue, but then he remembered that he wasn’t going, and that it wasn’t his fault if they got hurt. So instead, he just walked out of the room to go get a drink.

Eventually, Luke and Jonathan set off, and they told him the time that they should’ve been back by in the morning. Ryan just waved them off, a little glad that he was able to have some ‘alone time’.


Ryan sighed as he stood in front of the old house. He looked around a couple of times, just to make sure that his friends were nowhere around before he opened the creaky door.

It had been two days since Jonathan and Luke had gone out for their 'adventure’, and there was still no sign of either one. At first, Ryan thought that maybe it was a prank they were pulling just to scare him. But when the second day rolled in and he hadn’t heard from either of them, he had started to get worried.

So now he was in this old abandoned house that could break under neath him at any minute.


Ryan turned on his flashlight and looked around. The place was empty; not even any trash littered the floor. It was just dust, dust, and more dust.

He walked around the house, with every step he took making a huge creaking sound that scared the living shit out of him. Soon, Ryan had covered the entire house, and he found literally nothing.

He was about to leave when his foot hit something, making him jump a bit. Ryan looked down to see a doorknob laying on the ground. Confused, Ryan picked it up and inspected it.

It looked like it was an antique. He looked at the wall to see a spot where the doorknob should have been. Ryan wondered how he could have missed the door when it hit him: the door was nearly blended in with the wall.

Whatever room this was, it was meant to be kept a secret.

Ryan attached the doorknob back to the door, it clicking in place. He turned the knob and opened the door to reveal stairs. Ryan shined his flashlight down to try and see how far it went. He could barely see the bottom of the basement. Ryan sighed and made his way down the creaky steps.

When he made it to the bottom, his steps echoed through the room. He looked around the room with his flashlight to reveal a table in the middle of the room. This table had an entire toy city on it. Ryan walked up to it and found that it was of the town.

Every little detail was put into it, including the house in the forest. “Well someone’s dedicated,” Ryan mumbled.

Off to the side of the room was another table, only it was smaller and had nothing on it. It did have a light shining on it, though. When Ryan shined the flashlight onto the walls, he froze.


Puppets littered the walls. Ryan walked around the entire area, and the only thing he found were puppets. They were of many shapes and sizes. It was only when he got to two specific puppets that Ryan froze again.

These two puppets looked exactly like Luke and Jonathan.

He stared at them, not sure whether to be surprised, scared, or in awe. He started to back away slowly when he tripped over something. That something just so happened to be a box. Ryan looked back to see that there were dozens of boxes near the wall.

Then he heard it: the door to the basement opened. Ryan’s eyes widened as he quickly went behind the boxes. There was enough space in-between to boxes for him to see what was going on.

A man in very fancy clothes walked down the steps as he hummed a random tune. He walked over to the toy city and kind of just messed with it a bit. Ryan took this as a chance to get out and started moving.

The first step that he took echoed throughout the room. Ryan froze once more, and so did the man. The man looked around for a bit, trying to find where the noise came from. He then walked over to the wall of puppets and grabbed one off of the wall. Ryan’s eyes widened once he realized that it was a puppet of him. The man put it on it’s back on top of the table and waited.

Soon, the puppet started to move on it’s own, and ended up in the same position as Ryan. Ryan’s eyes widened even more at the sight. He moved his arm to the right, and the puppet did the same. Ryan moved his leg a little, and the puppet followed. He kept doing this to see if there was some trick to it.

The man started smiling at the puppet, amused by it’s actions. Ryan eventually stopped messing around and stayed still. The man’s smile faded once the puppet stopped, but it came back after a second or two. He took the hood that the puppet was wearing and flipped it over it’s head.

At the same time, Ryan’s hoodie went over his head. Ryan pushed the hood back to where it was, and the puppet moved it’s hood back. The man frowned and flipped the hood back once more, and Ryan fixed it again.

They did this a couple more times before the man held the hood in place with his finger. Ryan found that he couldn’t move the hood anymore, and let out a silent sigh. The man smiled, as he knew he had won.

He then took his other hand and flipped the bunny ears that were on the hoodie up. It took Ryan a second to realize that the ears on his own jacket could be seen from over the boxes, and he started to panic. He quickly held them down, and the puppet did so too.

The man frowned once more and tried to move the puppet’s hand. Ryan felt as if someone was trying to pry his hands off of his head, but he held them still.

Suddenly, the feeling was gone. Ryan could see that the man was no longer touching the puppet. Instead, he was holding the controller of the puppet in his hand, and was slowly making it stand. Ryan realized that he himself was starting to stand as well. He forced himself to sit down, and the puppet did so as well.

A confused look came across the man’s face as he put the controller down and looked under the table as if to check to see if there was anything holding the puppet down. Ryan took this time to make his way out. He had almost made it out when he ended up running his foot into something.

It didn’t make a sound, surprisingly, but it still hurt like hell. “Fuck!” He hissed before he slapped a hand over his mouth. Ryan was still behind the boxes, but because he was near the stairs, the man could tell where he was now.

The man turned to Ryan’s direction and smiled. “Now now, Mister Wrecker, it isn’t nice to hide from your host, now is it?” He cooed.

“How did you-” Ryan shut himself up one more time. The man laughed and turned back to the table. He made the puppet stand up one more time, and as much as Ryan tried, he couldn’t stop himself. The man turned to face Ryan and walked up to him.

“Well, isn’t this nice? It does get lonely here, so thanks for coming. My name’s Bryce McQuaid, at your service,” he said as he bowed. Ryan didn’t say anything, he just stared, shocked. “Now, don’t be like that! We have so much to talk about, y'know,” Bryce smiled.

He pulled Ryan away from the stairs and pushed him into a chair. “So mind telling me why you’re here?” He asked.

“I-I was looking for my friends,” Ryan managed to get out. Bryce stopped for a second before he grabbed the puppets that looked like Luke and Jonathan.

“Did they looked like this?” He asked. Ryan nodded. “Oh! Well, uh, are you still looking for them?” Ryan nodded again. Bryce put the puppets on the table and they both moved on their own, much like what Ryan’s did.

Except that they didn’t really move that much; they just changed positions on the floor. Confused, Ryan tried to get closer to the puppets to get a better look, but Bryce just pushed him back into the chair. “Well, you should probably stop looking then,” Bryce said.


“Well, the thing is, I may or may not have made your friends kill each other,” Bryce awkwardly chuckled.

“What?!” Ryan exclaimed, shocked at the words.

“Well, let’s just say I had one of your friends stab the other, and the other shot the first one.”

Ryan stared at Bryce like he was crazy. “No, that’s not possible. They’ve got to be alive,” he mumbled. Bryce sighed as he grabbed the two controllers for Luke and Jonathan.

“Would you like me to show you what happened?” He asked. Before Ryan could answer, Bryce had already started with his little puppet show. He didn’t speak during the entire thing, he just moved the puppets.

It showed Luke and Jonathan walking side by side before they stopped. They seemed to be arguing until the puppets froze. Ryan realized that Bryce had stopped holding the controllers, but then they started moving again on their own.

Jonathan grabbed something out of his pocket and lunged at Luke. The thing that Jonathan held had red on it, and that’s when Ryan noticed that it was a knife. Luke fell to the ground, and Jonathan didn’t move. Then Luke slowly started to get up. Jonathan started to back away, only to hit an invisible barrier.

Luke held something in his hand, and from the way Jonathan fell, Ryan knew it was a gun. Luke fell after Jonathan was still. They were now in the same position as before, and Ryan was terrified.

Bryce looked over at Ryan with a smile still on his lips. “And that’s how it went down. If I were to know that they were your friends, I wouldn’t have messed with them. Sorry.”

Ryan didn’t meet Bryce’s eyes; he only stared at the two puppets. “You- you killed them?” It was more of a question than a statement.

“What? No, of course not! Well, I mean, I technically did, but I technically didn’t. They killed each other, but I was the one that made them kill each other, but they could’ve fought back and they didn’t, so it was technically their fault.” Ryan stared at Bryce like he was a madman before he got up from the chair and started running towards the stairs.

Ryan’s doll was still on the table, so Bryce used it to make Ryan walk back into the chair. “Don’t leave! It gets ever-so-lonely here all by myself,” Bryce said, sighing. Ryan glared at Bryce and tried to get out of the chair. It was no use; he was stuck. “There’s no use, Ryan. The only reason you’ll be getting out of that chair is if I let you out.”


“Are you sure this is safe?” Brock asked as he and some of his friends stood in front of the house.

“Of course it’s safe! It’s not like the place is in ruins or anything,” Evan replied as he took out his flashlight.

“I still think this is fucking stupid,” Tyler mumbled.

“You think all of my ideas are stupid, Tyler. Just open the door!” Tyler rolled his eyes and pushed the door open with ease, although it made a terrible creaking sound. “Where should we go first?” Evan asked.

“What about that door?” Brock pointed to a door that was almost right next to the front door.

“Well, it’s the closest, so why not?” Evan opened the door to reveal stairs leading down.

“Shit, that’s dark,” Tyler commented as he shined the flashlight down.

“That’s what we have flashlights for. So let’s go!” Tyler rolled his eyes as he and Brock followed Evan.

Everyone’s flashlight was on as they walked around the area. “Hey guys, check out this little city,” Evan said. There was a toy city of the entire town on the table in the middle of the room.

“Damn, someone had a lot of time on their hands,” Tyler said.

“Uh, guys? I think you should check this out,” Brock called from the other side of the room. He pointed his flashlight towards the wall to reveal hundreds of puppets.


“That’s totally not creepy as shit.”

Before they could do anything else, they heard a light flicker on behind them. They turned around to see a man sitting in a chair that was in the spotlight. His head was laid back, and it seemed as if he was sleeping or something. “What the hell…” Tyler muttered. He slowly started walking towards the man when an arm pulled him back.

“Wait! What if it’s a trap or something?” Brock asked in a worried tone.

“Relax, it’s probably nothing. I’ll go with Tyler to prove it,” Evan said, walking up beside Tyler. Tyler rolled his eyes and walked up further.

Halfway there, the man’s head shot forward as if he was awoken suddenly and was now looking straight at Evan and Tyler. They both jumped and Brock covered his mouth to hide his gasp.

The man looked around before he looked back at the two in front of him. Evan and Tyler started to back away slowly. The man blinked before he spoke. “What are you doing here?” He asked tiredly.

“Um, we were just passing through, but we were about to go, so-”

The door leading to the basement opened and shut. The man sighed. “Bryce! We got a couple of kids in here!” He yelled. He stood up and walked towards the wall full of puppets, grabbing three of them.

Another man, presumably Bryce, came down from the stairs with a smile on his face. “Oh, wonderful! It’s always nice to see more people!” He exclaimed.

The other man put the puppets on another table and set them up to where they were on their backs. Bryce walked up to the table and put out three chairs before putting the puppets on the chairs. “There we go! I’m so glad I kept you,” Bryce cooed. The other man rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well I still think that I shouldn’t have to sleep down here. That chair hurts my neck, y'know.”

“A bed will be the first thing I add down here.”

The yells from the three kids were ignored the entire time they were talking. “Hey! What the fuck is this shit?!” Tyler screeched.

Bryce sighed and turned around when he saw one of the puppets almost fall over. “Well, you now have my attention. What is it exactly that you would like to know?” He asked, the smile on his lips growing larger.


“So what we did was put the ribcages (containing dogs) on tarps and drag them around to the side yard, where I figured they would at least be harder to see, and then opened my bedroom window so that the dogs could let me know when they were ready to be plunged into a de-elking solution and let in the house. Then I went to the airport. Came home, no visible elk, no visible dogs. Peeked around the shrubs, and there they were, still in the elk. By this time, they had gnawed out some little portholes between some of the ribs, and you got the occasional very frightening glimpse of something moving around in there if you watched long enough. After a lot of agonizing, I went to bed. I closed the back door, made sure my window was open, talked to the dogs out of it until I as sure they knew it was open, and then I fell asleep. 

Sometimes, sleep is a mistake, no matter how tired you are. And especially if you are very very tired, and some of your dogs are outside, inside some elks. Because when you are that tired, you sleep through bumping kind of noises, or you kind of think that it’s just the house guests. It wasn’t the house guests. It was my dogs, having an attack of teamwork unprecedented in our domestic history. When I finally woke all the way up, it was to a horrible vision. Somehow, 3 dogs with a combined weight of about 90 pounds, managed to hoist one of the ribcages (the meatier one, of course) up 3 feet to rest on top of the swamp cooler outside the window, and push out the screen. What woke me was Gus Pong, howling in frustration from inside the ribcage, very close to my head, combined with feverish little grunts from Jake, who was standing on the nightstand, bracing himself against the curtains with remarkably bloody little feet. Here are some things I have learned, this Rosh Hashanah weekend: 1. almond milk removes elk blood from curtains and pillowcases, 2. We can all exercise superhuman strength when it comes to getting elk carcasses out of our yard, 3. The sight of elk ribcages hurtling over the fence really frightens the nice deputy sheriff who lives across the street, and 4. the dogs can pop the screens out of the windows, without damaging them, from either side. What I am is really grateful that they didn’t actually get the damn thing in the window, which is clearly the direction they were going in. And that the nice deputy didn’t arrest me for terrifying her with elk parts before dawn.“

Why do you always call me Sunflower?” We’ve been a couple for months and ever since the day we became ‘official’ as they say nowadays, Sunflower has been his go to nickname for me. Not that I’m complaining, I love the cute little name and every time the word slips from his mouth I get butterflies.
“Because,” he nervously began “uhh because they’re my favorite flower.” It sounded more like a question than a statement to me.
“You’re lying.”
“No, I’m not.” He was quick to defend.
“I believe you that they’re your favorite flower but that’s not why you call me it, is it?” I’ve got plenty of favorite things but you don’t see me going around calling him “Pizza” or “Perks of Being a Wallflower.”
“Not entirely.” He looks nervous. I had no idea bringing up something he so often says would be this difficult to get out of him.
“So, are you gonna tell me? I mean, you do use that name in reference to me.” I raised an eyebrow with that one. The more nervous he got, the more intrigued I was.
“Okay, okay. I’ll tell you but it’s kind of embarrassing so no making fun of me.” Finally.
“No promises.” I said with a smirk and a certain gleam in my eye to ease him of his discomfort.
“So there’s this painting in a museum nearby, and it’s by that guy Van Gogh, the one that went mental and cut off his ear, remember?” Okay so this isn’t going where I thought it would, I had been picturing the meaning behind the simple word to be romantic. “So as I said, there’s this painting and it’s these giant sunflowers.”
“Yeah, The Sunflower, I remember it.” Not quite sure if he’s aware that the actual painting is called that.
“Well the first time I saw it, I couldn’t get it out of my head. It was stuck in my mind like when you hear a catchy song on the radio, just replaying itself over and over in my brain. Every time I went back to visit, I found something new about the painting. Whether it was the colors or the texture or the technique, I don’t know I just became intrigued with it, I was fascinated by these painted flowers sitting in a painted vase,” Wow, I had no idea my boyfriend paid so much attention to things, let along art. “And one day, I saw you and just like the painting, you were stuck in my head replaying over and over. I had no idea why, I’ve never seen you before, I didn’t even know your name,” okay we’re getting on the romantic track that I had hoped for. “After that day I saw you, I went back to look at the painting. I sat there for hours trying to figure out why I couldn’t get you out of my brain. All I wanted to do was touch that big curly hair and stare into those blue eyes with a ring of emerald around the pupil. I drove myself mad sitting there that I nearly started to hate your hair, that I love so much. I had to know you, I had to figure you out. After a few weeks of us becoming friends and me terribly failing to flirt with you,” I had to stifle a giggle there, he was pretty bad at flirting. His charm has its days but it’s definitely the lip ring that got me. “I went back to the museum, I sat there wondering how I could impress you and wondering why I was so drawn to these damn flowers. And then I figured it out. The painting wasn’t meant for me to relate to like I had thought it was, it was meant for you. The colors are like your eyes and those crazy color lipsticks, and when they fade into another one it’s like your moods. Some times I would stare at the painting and I would see the yellow and think it was a happy painting, but then I would go back another day and I would see the browns and the dark blues. You’re like that, too. Some days your smiling for no reason and others it kills me to see the sadness in your eyes and know there’s nothing I can do about it. I sat at the museum for weeks trying to convince myself that I was nothing like Van Gogh, he was mental, what could we possibly have in common? But now I see it, I went mental sitting there trying to figure you out. You are the painting, and that’s why I call you Sunflower.” He finished his explanation, took a deep breath and cautiously looked up waiting for my response.
“Don’t do that.” I had no idea what my face looked like and I’m scared that I offended him, but those are the only words I can form properly. I want to tell him how sweet and romantic that was, sweet enough that I could start bawling right now. But I can’t.
“Don’t do what?” The nervousness is back and I advert my eyes but I don’t know where to look.
“Don’t think of me as a masterpiece.” I paused for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts and form an actual response. “That painting is beautiful and a true work of art, and although being compared to is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, I can’t allow you to think of me as a masterpiece. You were right about my moods, I’m no where near perfect, nor a masterpiece. That work of art has more beauty in a square centimeter of the canvas than I do in my whole body. I cannot allow you to think of me as that when all I’ll do is let you down when you realize that my changing colors are more drastic than the flowers and my dark corners may last days and I don’t know why either. I’m not a masterpiece and I can’t change to be one for you, and I won’t be able to live with myself if I ever let you down.” It was complete honesty what I said. I’d rather die than let him down, it would hurt too much knowing that he thought I was so much more than I actually am. It’s getting hard to breathe in this tiny room and I can’t look up to meet his eyes because I’ll start crying.
“You don’t get it, do you? You are art. I look at you and I don’t see a masterpiece, I see you. The good days, the bad days, and everything in between. That’s what I love about you. That’s the only masterpiece I could ever imagine. Sure, Van Gogh painted some pretty sunflowers but I would bet you my house that he could never paint something as beautiful as you. He doesn’t know where to put the yellow or the brown, he doesn’t know that you prefer tea over coffee, but if it was an option you would have hot chocolate every morning instead. He doesn’t know you like to read a book in a day or less or that you don’t have a favorite movie. I don’t want you to change to be perfect, because to me you are. That sounds super cheesy, I know. But it’s true, those flowers aren’t perfect either, maybe they’re worth a lot of money and hanging in a museum but it’s not a perfect flower that you would pick out of a garden. That’s why it’s a masterpiece. That’s why I love you like the Sunflower. That’s why Van Gogh and I have a lot more in common than you would think.” He finished and I let go of a breath that I didn’t know I was keeping. I could melt into a puddle on the floor right now.
“So, Sunflower, was that a good explanation?
—  coveredinthecolour
Ashton Irwin- Drumsticks

Request: can you make an ashton smut where you use his drumsticks please?

Hope you like it! :)


His back muscles flexed as I watched him bang the drums with so much passion and power. His hair shook back and forth and his eyes squeezed shut as he whacked away. I leaned against the door frame and listened to the beat of a song I didn’t recognize. When he was done, I clapped and he spun around with shock spread across his face. But then he smiled when he realized it was me and stood and walked over to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he held me around my waist.

“Hey, love. I didn’t know you were coming over.” He kissed my cheek.

“I texted you.” I smiled up at him.

He let go of my waist and felt around his pockets until he pulled out his phone. His thumb roamed around his screen until he chuckled, “Oh yeah, sorry.” He put his phone back in his pocket.

“It’s okay. Where is everyone?”

“Lauren and Harry are at friend’s houses and my mom is out with some of her friends. So I thought I would practice drumming. But I’d rather spend time with you.” He leaned down and kissed my neck.

I chuckled, “I could watch you practice.”

“Wouldn’t that be boring for you?”

I laughed, “You sweaty banging on drums? That’s the best show I could ever ask for.”

He smirked, “Alright then.” He took my hand and we walked over to his drum kit. I pulled up a chair next to him and he pulled his drum stick out from his back pocket. He sat himself upright in his chair and banged on one drum just to get himself started. But then he started to drum a slow beat which quickly turned into a quick beat. The sweat started to form on the top of his forehead as his muscles flexed. I squeezed my legs together and physically had to fight off the urge to moan. After he was done with whatever song he was playing, he pushed his hair out of his face and he looked at me. I swallowed hard not breaking eye contact with him. “How’d I do?” He asked.

I stood up from my chair and walked over to him. I stepped in front of him and sat on his lap. He dropped his drum sticks and held onto my waist. I gripped the hair on the back of his head and smashed his lips against mine. He was taken back a bit, but he kissed my back. His hand roamed up my back and he rubbed it up and down. I grinded myself onto his lap and he groaned into my mouth. I didn’t stop my actions and I pressed harder against him. I moaned onto his lips as the rough material of my jeans pressed against my aching core. Suddenly Ashton picked me up by my waist and set me down on one of his drums. He reached down and grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it off of my body. I did the same with his shirt, leaving us both shirtless. I reached behind his head and pushed his lips against mine again and he reached behind me and unclipped my bra. I fumbled with his belt and then pulled them down to his ankles along with his boxers. I grabbed hold of his member and he groaned. I pumped him a few times and swiped my thumb over his tip. I reached around him and pushed him closer to me while still pumping him. I bent down more and took him into my mouth.

“Ah, shit.” He moaned and threw his head back.

I swirled my tongue around and sucked him hard and he placed his hand on the back of my head. He pushed me closer to him, causing me to gag a bit. I didn’t mind though, it made him feel good so I dealt with it. He moaned in pleasure which caused me to squeeze my legs together in order to create some type of friction. I bobbed my head up and down, hollowing my cheeks in the process. I massaged his balls knowing that this action drove him crazy. I felt his grip tighten on my hair which he now turned into a makeshift ponytail. I thought he was going to push me further onto him, but instead he pulled me back. I gave him a confused look, but he reassured me by placing his lips on mine. He reached down and pulled my pants off my legs along with my panties and threw them somewhere on the floor. He reached behind me and grabbed something I never thought we’d ever use during sex: a drumstick. My eyes widened as he slowly dragged it down my body. He circled my breasts and my lower torso until he got to my aching core. He got down on his knees so he was level with my sex before he moved his drumstick between my folds. I moaned and tilted my head back in pleasure at the foreign feeling.

“If it gets to be too much, remember the safe word is pineapples.” He reminded me.

I nodded, “Just do something.”

He smirked before placing his lips around my clit. I yelped out in pleasure while his drumstick worked its wonders by him pushing it in and out of me. He lapped his tongue around my sensitive nub which brought be closer and closer to my edge. The feeling of pure bliss rose in the pit of my stomach and my breathing became uneven. He hummed against me which caused me to arch my back off the drum. He pushed my hips back down and I groaned, but then I quickly moaned out his name. But before I came close to my orgasm, Ashton pulled away. I glared at him and he smirked at me before throwing his drumstick somewhere on the ground as he stood up. He grabbed my leg and wrapped his around his hip while his other hand traced a line on my cheek. I smiled against his touch. “Are you ready?” He asked.

I nodded, “Yes.”

He lined himself up with my entrance and he pushed himself in. I opened my mouth, but no sounds came out. The feeling was indescribable, especially in this position. He slid out of me completely before slamming back into me. He did this repeatedly until he started slowing down at bit, knowing it would tease me. All of the sudden, Ashton picked me up and placed me on the ground, throwing my leg over his shoulder. He rammed into me again and I screamed out. I reached up gripped onto his biceps and my other hand went up to his hair. I push it out of his face and then I gripped the back of his head and pushed his face down to mine. His lips were rough against me as he thrust in and out of me. His tip brushed against my g-spot with every movement which brought me closer to my orgasm. But suddenly he stilled inside of me. His head fell backwards and his legs shook as he emptied himself inside of me. My breathing was still rapid and I subconsciously grinded myself onto him. “Aha, shit.” He moaned.

He pulled out of me and crawled further down my body until his face was directly in front of my heat. He didn’t hesitate wrapping his mouth around my clit. “Fuck, Ash.” I moaned out.

I reached down and tangled my fingers in his curls. His tongue darted in and out of me as he moved his face around my clit. His stubble making it feel intense; I was so close. My moans became higher and higher and I bucked my hips onto his face.  His arms hooked around the back of my thighs which brought me closer to his face. He hummed inside me which sent me over the edge. I cried out Ashton’s name and grinded my hips onto his face. He rode out my orgasm with his tongue until he pulled away and laid next to me. I was still breathing heavily when he turned his head to face me. I looked over at him and he kissed me quickly, “We should use my drumsticks more often.”

I nodded, “Absolutely.”

- Brooke XD

Creepypasta #963: Alonzo The Hitchhiker And His Mysterious Bag

Admin note: I am currently overseas until the 14th November. Questions and messages will be replied to after the 14th Nov. Submissions will also only be posted after the 14th.

Length: Long

I am a self contractor, that means that I travel across the United States a lot. In my travels, I have met many unique people and have had a chance to hear some bizarre stories from many different people, some of these stories would make your skin crawl. This one particular story begins like this,

I was traveling from Georgia to Kentucky for a job. It’s a lonely world when you are always driving by yourself, so to have someone to talk to, I often pick up hitchhikers along the way. This particular day, I’m driving down I-16 W and I spot a guy carrying a bag of what I would assume to have been clothes. The guy was a tall black male, looked to be in his 40’s, wearing an old grey t-shirt, a black baseball cap, and some jeans.

I pulled over in front of him and gave him the motion to hop in. He runs over and jumps in, and just like that, we were both headed west on I-16 again. I broke the silence first, “I’m Josh. I’m headed to Kentucky, I saw you back there, figured might as well give you a ride man.”

The guy smiled for a second, “Name’s Alonzo and I’m headed wherever the hell will get me outta the place I just came from.”

I lit up with joy. This sounded like it was about to be a great story, which meant the pick up was about to pay off.

“Oh?” I replied, “What do you mean?”

“See this bag?” he replied, as he pointed down at the black bag sitting between his feet. He paused and waited on me to acknowledge the bag. I nodded.

“Let me just tell you about this bag. This ain’t no ordinary bag. This bag contain a story all on it’s own. Hell, I don’t even know if I’m worthy to tell you about this bag here, but seeing as you was nice enough to give Alonzo a ride, I’ll tell you about this bag. I’d been walking bout’ three hours back there in that heat. Kind of stuff that make a man’s feet hurt something strong. I had done made my way onto the interstate, figured it was my best chance of getting away from there, quicker.”

“There?”, I questioned as I kept looking at the interstate ahead.

Alonzo continued, “I’m from a lot of different places. Here and there, all around, everywhere, hell I ain’t never had no permanent home, just had moved from Louisiana to Georgia about two weeks ago. I found this old run down house for rent out by a pond, way out from town, out there in the middle of nowhere, out in the woods, where ain’t no body going to bother you, just how I like it.

Was really liking it back there, at that little house, sitting out by that pond all evening, just me and the crickets, but wouldn’t you know, nothin’ don’t ever stay good for long.

A few days ago, this lady shows up, right out of nowhere, saw her walking down my long driveway, just before dark. I went outside and met her on the porch, it was just a little old white lady, looked to be almost 70. Still don’t know how in the world she got there, but she was carryin’ this here bag.

She told me, just like this "When you leave, take this bag with you”, she looked scared, sounded like she was trying to warn me.

I told her, “Mam’ what you mean when I leave? I just had got here I don’t plan on going nowhere soon, and what’s in this bag anyways?”

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Xiumin, Luhan, Kris, Suho, Lay reaction to you telling them you miss and love them.

Anonymous said:

May i ask for a reaction? Exo’s reaction telling them you miss and love them. Love you. ❤💗💖

~I love you too!!!

I only did four members, because I ran out of ideas. If you had a member you want me to do for this one, just tell me. I’m sorry.



Xiumin- Xiumin was on tour and you were in Thailand helping people in need. Both of you weren’t going to see each other for 4 months. The only way was texting and facetiming. One night while facetiming Xiumin, you two were about to say goodbye when you told him that you miss and love him.

“I love you too Y/N, Just wait a bit longer and we will be in each other’s arm again.”

Luhan- Chanyeol picked you up saying there is an emergency with Luhan. You rushed to Chanyeol’s car, tears about to fall. Expecting to be at the hospital, Chanyeol took you to a forest instead.

“Chanyeol, why are we here? Aren’t we supposed to be at the hospital”

“A little stop”

Chanyeol drag me into the forest. When we were deep into the forest, there was a bright light in the middle of nowhere. When I got there, it was a medium circle with the trees surrounding it. Luhan was standing at the front of the table filled with food. Chanyeol let go of my hand and run for his life scared that I will hit him for scaring me. Luhan slowly walk toward me smiling and his arm wide open. I ran to him and hugged me so tightly.

“I missed you so much Luhan. When Chanyeol told me you had an emergency, I thought you injured yourself. I was so scared. I love you so much Luhan”

Luhan arms hugged me tighter than ever.

“I love you too. So much that I would die if you leave me. You mean so much to me y/n”

Kris- Kris got into a car accident and was in a coma for 5 months. I visited him whenever I have free time. I miss kris’ smile. The way he hug me, when he acts like an idiot. I miss it all. I was driving to the hospital where Kris is in. The lady at the front desk even recognize me because of how many times I visited here. I sat down on the chair next to Kris’ bed. He is still as handsome as ever despite the scars. I grab his hand and kissed it. I felt tears coming down as I put my head on his hand.

“Kris.. please wake up. I miss you so much. i didn’t even say I love you on the day of your accident! I miss your kisses, hugs, cuddles, everything. The way you would look at me when I do something dumb. The house feel so empty without you tripping all the place over nothing. Please wake up. I don’t think I can handle the pain any longer.”

I felt his hand twitched under my touch. I look up only to meet  Kris lovely eyes staring at me.

“Baby, even if you don’t say I love you a lot to me, I know you love me. I’m sorry for putting you in pain these days. I promise to make sure you are more happy in the future. I woke up because I knew my babygirl will be waiting for me. I can’t hurt her any longer. I love you a lot y/n. More than you will ever know. I love you like the world need water and air. My heart will always beat for you even when it’s weak.”

Suho- I was in the practice room sweating and panting after a long day of practicing for my new comeback. Suho was in Japan for a few months now. He should be coming home next week. God I miss him. I went home, threw my bag on the floor and collapsed on the couch. I groan and close my eyes hoping to get some rest. I felt a hand stroking my face gently. I sat up startled and saw Suho smiling down at me.

“Hi sweetheart”

“Suho what are you doing here I thought you aren’t going to be home until next week”

I said hugging him tightly.

“We got off early. Now I get to spend time with my sweet lovely Jagi.”

“I miss you so much Suho.”

“I miss you a lot too Y/N. I love you”

“I love you too”

Lay- People were putting makeup on me and styling my hair for a show. Yixing was in China doing a show. I been on tour for about 6 months now. Wow do I see him. I miss when Lay would play the piano during late hours even when I tell him to go to sleep. I miss him so much that I see Yixing walking towards me right now. He look so real. It looks like he is reaching towards me.


“Why do you look so real?”

“Because I am baobei”


I sat up, reach out my hand to touch my precious face. He is real.

“You’re really here”

“Yea, I’m here baobei”

I pull him into my arms.

“I miss you so much Yixing. I wish we are never far away from each other, but we can’t have that wish with our jobs.”

“We will work through it Y/N. Don’t worry. As long as I love you and you love me, we will make it”

“I always will love you Yixing”

“I love you too, now and forever”


gd going “ I personally love jiri soup “ on  Please Take Care of My Refrigerator made me revisit the iconic “ jiri label” nyongtory moment (starts at 7:48)  but noticed …..

BigBang were asked where they’d be 10 years from now

mc: “ would you have a basketball court or a swimming pool?” 

gd: “i’d put a golf course in front of the house”

hmm i don’t think i’ve ever seen gd playing golf.

 The bigbang member that is known to regularly play golf?  

“Actually I played golf when I was in middle school. However, since I love dancing, I ended up being an artist. Still, I can play golf. In fact I woke up early to play with my parents.”  - Seungri 

But thats not all…….

mc: “ I can see jiyong’s wife, Beyonce, playing golf.”

*leap forward 9 years to the MADE era*

aka ri yonce era

ahahahah coincidence? or otp lowkey  hinting ?? 

#gifs not mine tho   #looking forward to 2017   #the 10 year mark  #gri label 

So when I was a kid, whenever my brother or I lost our teeth, instead of money our dad gave us pick of any item in his “special drawer.” It didn’t have a handle or knob of any kind so no one really knew how he opened it, because he would always make us turn around. Most of it was just junk, zip lock baggies full of dust, bedazzled lighters, coins, and a glass soap bottle full of dandelion fluff (never the seeds, just the fluff). The only things I have from it still are a rubber Snoopy figurine (it’s Snoopy’s head with sunglasses, but he’s wearing a fur coat and has human legs and feet in red heels.) and a pair of dice. The dresser is in the basement now and I can’t get it open. When he took our teeth he would put them in random containers (pill bottles, vases, etc. I remember once opening a little ring box and shrieking when a bunch of teeth fell out.) that he would just leave lying around the house. He always said he was going to drill holes in them so he could make us all matching necklaces, but he never got around to it. The weird thing is, he has more of them than could ever belong to just my brother and me. We have a suitcase with hundreds of baby teeth, and no idea where they came from.

Dying on My Own Accord - Fire. P.1 // Bucky Barnes Fan-Fiction

Okay… so here we go! This is my first Bucky story, I’m quite nervous as I’ve never written out of my time and fictional people so feedback and if you want me to continue is super vital! Please come into my message box or even leave a comment and tell me what you think! I’d love to hear ideas and questions or even constructive criticism! I want to become better :) I’ll tag my Margot x Chris story people, and some Bucky fan fiction writers who are SO SO good at their stories, and I highly recommend them :) *All these blogs are tremendous anyway* hopefully, they’ll like it! // @evansscruff @raveviolet @jamesgiuseppe @writingcreatingstorytelling @buckys @imagine-assembling-the-avengers @imaginingbucky @imaginedaily @sanddollarsandstars @toc1985 @chris-evans-imagines @chrisevans-imagines @everyavengersimagine @chrisevans-sexualfrustrations @tchakka @writingbarnes @ptprocrastination @mculove @we-tranquilsouls-riotousthoughts @time-lord-of-fandoms-97 // Sorry if you got tagged and did not want to be :) let me know and I’ll take you off or you can let me know if you’d like to BE tagged. 

Enjoy the read! - R :) 

You are meeting her for the first time, this is the beginning of her meeting Bucky, so hold on because he’s coming! He’s coming very soon ;) xoxo

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Originally posted by hoplite-operator

*the gif’s and pictures are not mines.*

“How old are you girl?”

“16.” The man uniformed in black nodded, giving one look over before shoving me to the far right with another boy who looked around my age. The man’s suit was so fitted, you would think it was custom made. It held a stitched in the cross at that the top of the collar, with symbols spread throughout the front of the fitted jacket. I only caught a quick glimpse at the man before he saw me standing there, watching him shove people left and right. Breaking apart babies from their mothers and couples from their lovers. It made me hold Ottilie closer to my chest making it look as if I was cold and hugging myself for warmth. 

It took him only two long strides towards me before a slap came across my face, leaving me for now with a bright red cheek and markings of his leather glove. A nasty to bruise would surely replace the redness in due time. 

Those symbols all represented the hatred and death of Jews. Of me.

I closed my eyes, and remembered my mother’s last words in the freight car, before I lost her forever, “Do what you must, stay alive my brave girl.” I don’t remember ever responding, maybe because there was so time? It all happened so fast.

I had my little sister, Ottilia, wrapped up under my three layers of coats. bundled in any cloth we could find from the six of us. Esther or “Mum” gave what she could, but she also needed to keep clothing for the frigid train rides we endured. My father, Armand,  was almost down to just a shirt, trousers, and his best shoes. No stockings though to protect his feet from the bitter wind that seeped in through the holes and cracks of the speeding cart. He had given them to my twin brother, Maximilien “Max” for his feet that were starting to turning blue at the tips of his toes. My parents, Max, Ottilia, and I, along with my elder siblings; Rafael, Dafne, and Etienne and I were lucky to be in a corner, where we could rest, sit and not be stuck in the vomit or blood that covered the floors. I told myself to remember the best of the time I had with my family because I was going to die within the next two days.

And I didn’t shed a tear at the thought.

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New House: Breaking It In

Anonymous asked: Hellooo always a delight to have fics from you. Anything from the new house series? I know it isn’t specific… perhaps a bit of family fluff, camping or for smut… how about a bit of trying to make love in every room of the house. Either would be marvellous. Well, anything would be spectacular 😊

Of course my darling! I’m so glad you asked! I adore the new house series and it’s potential. Thanks for the ask!! As it is Smutterday weekend, I’m opting for a smutty version. ;)

So. Many. Boxes.

When they’d moved in together, it had consisted of him moving his few possessions into her flat. As he’d been living alone in one of the rooms at Lallybroch, there hadn’t been too much to move. But now he had himself, a wife, and two daughters.

How had they collected so many things in just a few years?!


Putting down the box of kitchen supplies, he vaulted up the stairs and down to their bedroom. At least they had a mattress now. And a lamp.


“Here,” she said, standing up from the other side of the bed.

“Oh! Good! You’re still here!”

He frowned.

“Aye. Where else would I be?”

“Well nowhere. But the girls have taken a walk down to Jenny’s house to see if she has a broom we can borrow until we find ours.”

“Aye? What of it?”

Her whiskey eyes smoldered up at him.

“Have you ever heard of breaking something in?”

“Ah… I’ve broken into my own room a time or two, when I left the key inside.”

“No, no. Not like that. But… Breaking something in? Breaking in a new car, or a new… house?”

“Sassenach, I love ye and I always will, but ye aren’t making sense.”

“You’ve never… Well I suppose you wouldn’t. Not if I’m the only woman you’ve slept with.”

Now he glared at her.

“If? Have I no’ told ye often enough that the only body I’ve kent wi’ my own is yours? Damn it woman!”

“No! No I didn’t mean that! I’m sorry!”

“Then would ye explain to me just what you’re going on about?”

She took a breath.

“Well, breaking something in… If you have a new car, you take it and park it somewhere and you… ah, well… You have sex in it.”

“And that breaks it in, then?”

“Yes, it does.”

“We canna move the house, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth.

“No… But you break a house in differently.”

“Would ye tell me, ye bloody woman! We’ve a lot of unpacking to do!”

“The goal is to make love in every room.”

“Oh is it? And ye want me to take ye into one of the girls’ rooms and use ye hard?”

He watched her throat move as she swallowed.

“Yes,” she breathed. “That’s exactly hat I want.”

Folding his arms over his chest, he stared at her.


“We have a few minutes before the girls get back.”


“Jamie please! Every room! Just once! When we come back tomorrow, we can do it in the kitchen!”

He thought about her in their new home, one of his favorite fantasies. 

She wore his white button-down. Black panties and matching black bra. Swaying slowly toward him, her hair down and mussed. None of the buttons were done up. The sun filtered in through the window, giving her a golden halo.

“Come make love to me, James Fraser.”

She backed herself against the kitchen counter before sliding onto it, her legs open and inviting. 

“Come home in me, my love,” she breathed as he came closer.

Shaking his head, he forced his mind back to the present. 


“Fine. But tomorrow, I’ve something specific in mind.”

“Oooh… I like when you get ideas.”

He sighed, giving in to her wild demands.

“Which room did ye want to do first?”

“The nursery!”

Taking his hand, she dragged him down the hall into the nursery. She left the door open, which made him uncomfortable. With the door closed, if the girls came home early they at least wouldn’t see anything. But she was already kicking off her shoes.

“Why do ye want to do it here first?” he asked, regretting the plan to leave the window coverings in their flat for now.

“I was just thinking about the new baby and, well… We’ve already done it in our room.”

“Aye. We have. On the floor like wild animals.”

Her eyes rolled as she stepped out of her panties.

“We weren’t wild animals. You were very sweet and tender.”

Shrugging out of his own clothes, he cast a wary glance out the window. He couldn’t see his daughters, which was good, but it worried him nevertheless.

“And ye said ye wanted me to use ye hard, aye?”

“Oh yes please, Jamie.”

He walked to her, standing very close, and put one hand on her hips.

“Tell me it willna hurt the bairn?”

“No, it won’t hurt the baby. This isn’t the first time we’ve made love since we found out I was pregnant.”

“No, but I mean to use ye hard, like ye asked.”

And tomorrow… He’d put her in that white shirt with the black underthings and…

“Well someone’s excited,” she said through a giggle.

“My wife is standing naked in a room, bathed by the sun. A’course I’m excited, Sassenach.”

Her mouth opened in a gasp.

“Your wife is here?! You never told me you were married!”

“Aye,” he said, walking her slowly backwards. “Married wi’ two daughters and a son on the way.”

Her eyes narrowed at him.

“And just how do you know it’s a son?”

“How could it not be? But that doesna matter. It’s a son, I’m sure of it.”

“So you’ll take another woman to your bed while your wife is pregnant?” she asked, her back hitting the wall.

With a wicked smirk, he gripped her shoulders and turned her to face the wall.

“Do we look like we’re in my bed, woman?” he growled in her ear, kicking her legs apart.

“Is that all I am?” she asked, placing both palms on the wall and sticking her backside out a bit.

“Right now? Aye.”

Taking a firm grip on her buttocks, he sighed in contentment before slamming against her. She cried out, one hand curling into a fist.

“Jesus H. Christ!”

He chuckled and leaned closer to bite her ear.

“Sure, if ye like, though most everyone calls me Jamie.”

“And wh-what does your w-wife call you?”

Thrusting deep into her, he dropped his voice.


Her fingers clawed at the wall as he rammed against her.


Releasing his hold on her backside, he let his hands wander. One reached up to her breasts which were pressed against the wall. He rolled her nipple between his fingers until he felt it grow hard. The other hand… It slid down her body and pressed against her sensitive flesh until her knees nearly buckled.

“Is this what ye wanted, then? For me to use ye this way? Up against the wall in our son’s nursery?”

“C-could be a d-daughter!”

He tisked at her.

“I think I’ve told ye, Sassenach, that the child ye carry is my son.”

“You don’t-”

Thrusting into her again, he buried himself to the root and held still. She was already quivering and whimpering.

“Are ye arguing wi’ me? And me wi’ all the leverage!”

He fondled her breasts for a moment.

“I’m not arguing, I’m just saying that-”

“That sounds like arguing.”

“No! Oh God, please don’t stop!”

“Will ye admit ye carry my son?”

She made a very unladylike gesture.


“Say it.”

“I’m pregnant with your bloody son!”

Laughing with triumph, he renewed his efforts. When her orgasm washed over her, he had to hold her up. Her body went completely limp, her legs finally giving out.

“Holy God,” he groaned, his own release making him shake.


“I take it that’s a good ‘wow’?”

She laughed as she turned back around to face him.

“Do you honestly think that could possibly have made me say a bad wow?”

“No, I suppose not.”

“Well. I think I’m certainly ready to keep unpacking. How about you?”

“Och aye. As soon as I’m cleaned up a bit.”


They both froze, staring at the open door and their obvious nakedness.

“Ah…. Yes, Faith?”

“Auntie Jenny sent us home wi’ a broom and mop!”

“That’s wonderful darling! Could you, ah… Maybe start sweeping the kitchen, love?”

“Aye mam! We can do that!”

They both breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank you darling! I’ll be down soon!”

Jamie hastily shut the door while Claire struggled into her clothes.

“Well it looks like you finished just in time,” she said through a smile.

“Aye, it appears we did.”

Dressed in her underwear and jeans, she popped up on her toes and kissed him.

“And tomorrow the kitchen?”

“Aye. Tomorrow the kitchen. I promise we’ll break the house in before we move in.”

“I look forward to the adventure with you, James Fraser.”

She made for the door.

“Sassenach! Ye canna go out there like that!”

Glancing down, she realized she’d left her bra and shirt on the floor. Blushing profusely, she shrugged into them and flew down the stairs. Jamie laughed as he too dressed before going down the stairs to join his women. 

I did something really difficult

I left my summer stock.

Some people will disagree with me and that’s fine. But this company lied to me about the job when they interviewed and hired me, and refused to give me the acceptable housing that they had promised me. I would have dealt with the job issues if they would have been willing to change my housing, but the artistic director said “This is how it is. You either take it or leave it.” After several months of already feeling disrespected by them and fearing that it would only get worse, I felt I could not take it.

I am not a person who quits anything. EVER. I have designed an Off Broadway show the day of tech. I have taken over a design where I had to orchestrate and arrange and entire show in two weeks. I LOVE a challenge. But I felt that I could not put out work that reflected my brand and my name with the equipment and resources there.

The money was not worth a summer of being miserable and blatantly disrespected.

Guitars - Niall Horan Imagine

Words: 1836

warnings: swearing

“Niall, what the hell?" 

Flabbergasted you looked down at your boyfriend who sat in the middle of what seemed about at least 20 guitars plus the matching cases. The fact that this mess spread out in the middle of your living room and you just came home from a challenging day at Uni didn’t pair well together.

 Niall didn’t seem to notice you, so you repeated the question once more, louder and with a sharper edge this time. His head went up and only now he seemed to realize that you were there. 

"Hi princess, I’m just checking on my babies. Seeing if they’re all in Tune and properly strung.” He gave you a big smile, which normally would have calmed you, but you knew that he was not the best in cleaning up the messes. He would leave his things all over the place, claiming to pick them up later. After a few days you would accomplished this task for him.
“Did you have to do this right here? Why not do it in your studio upstairs?” You furrowed your brows at Niall.
“What is the big deal? I’m not doing anything wrong!” He was equally confused by your behavior.
“It’s just that you won’t clean up afterwards and I’m left to take them all upstairs and clean the little string snipets and such. If you had done this upstairs there wouldn’t be a problem! Why do you even have this room if not for those things?!”
The tone of your voice was anything but nice and the volume almost uncalled for, sadly you couldn’t find yourself to care. The response was not the one you awaited. Niall rarely got angry and it was always about real major things and not little fights you had when one of you was a bit worn out and cranky. In a situation like this he normally would get up and trap you in one of his bear hugs, mumbling about how you two would sit down with a cup of tea and talk it out right now. Not this time though. To your surprise Niall jumped up, a guitar still clutched in his hand.

“This is my house as well, (Y/N)! So I get to say where I put my stuff where ever and whenever I please!” His voice matched yours in volume perfectly and his face turned into a heated red.
“And if I want to place my instruments in the living room instead of my studio, I CAN DAMN WELL DO THAT!” You were taken back by his anger, but didn’t miss how he avidly avoided your gaze, tears on the brim of his own eyes.

You stared at each other, both not really knowing what to do. This had never happened before.
After a second he roughly placed the guitar on the couch and left the room. You could hear the loud stump of his feet on the stairs up to your bedroom. 

Perplexity didn’t come close to describe the emotion you were feeling right now. This wasn’t like Niall at all and you honestly were at loss concerning what to do. What could have possibly bothered him so much before you arrived that he blew up like this? You knew it wasn’t you being upset about the mess, this happened on an almost regular basis and you always worked it out.

Trying to clear your confusion you stepped into the pile of instruments where he had sat, judging by the amount of opened string packets, for a couple of hours.

 All the guitars present where ones he used during the tours with the band, so some of them were already a couple of years old. You knew he took great pride in his musical skills and the instruments he played, so every single one of them was dear to his heart. Especially since the accompanied him in a lot of his happiest moments on stage.

The announcement and first weeks of the break had taken its toll of him. He had been extremely down and turned into himself, barely talking eating or talking to you. Instead he had sat in his music room, staring at pictures of the band he had hung up there and the awards they had won. He hadn’t played his instruments in weeks.

With a lot of your help and patience as well as a few therapy sessions you nudged him into, he covered from his low and turned into his more carefree excited self again, but you knew he still struggled with the topic.

Thinking about this, you suddenly comprehended what was going on. You almost hit yourself for not realizing sooner.
Even after he got better he still didn’t touch his guitars a lot, stating he didn’t know which one to pick and that the sheer amount of them piling up in his studio made him feel worse.

Combining this information with how much he missed the boys and the whole wall of the room being covered in photos of them, reminding him of all the things he wanted to avoid, an idea began forming in your head.
With a quick look on your watch, luckily it wasn’t too late, you grabbed your keys and made your way to the hardware store.


An hour later you arrived back home, bags full of material in your hands. Niall had made his way back into the living room while you were away and now sat in front of the TV on which he watched a golf match.

“Hey, babe. Are you fine?” You asked him, not really expecting an answer. Whenever you fought he sulked a few hours, giving you the silent treatment. It was the exact same this time. Not even so much as a glance was given to you.

Normally this would have pissed you of majorly, but right now your empathy towards him and your project were occupying your mind.
Upstairs you placed the bags on the floor and sorted everything out, then got to hanging down all the pictures cluttering the wall.
When you finished you made your way downstairs again, picking up the guitars from the floor, carefully carrying them into the studio.

This got you a few looks from your boyfriend. “Are you done stringing them all or are there any left?” You asked him when you came back.
You didn’t receive an answer but no protest was uttered, so you went on cleaning the floor from his belongings. 

Only when you started drilling holes into the wall, thanking the gods that you lived in your own house without any neighbours who could complain about you doing this at 8:30 in the night, Niall came up to see what you were up to.
He stood in the door way, arms crossed in front of his chest, hair tussled cutely.
“What are you doing in here?” He said with a decent amount of confusion and annoyance lacing his tone.
“Nothing of your concern. Just wait and see.” You answered grinning and shut the door in his face. Of course he started knocking, demanding that you would let him in, but you just started playing “Made in the A.M.” knowing how much he loved it when you listened to their music.

You still had a lot of work to do.


It took you three more hours to finish what you had planned for Niall and when you placed the last guitar where it belonged you were buzzing with excitement. After a quick clean up to make the room look presentable again, you opened the door to fetch your boyfriend to surprise him. You assumed he had retreated back into his spot in front of the TV or at least into your bed room, but when you stepped into the hallway he sat against the other side of the wall, apparently waiting for you to come out.

“What were you doing in there, princess?” He still seemed to be a bit disgruntled, but the use of his pet name for you gave you hope.
You leaned against the frame, giving him a warm smile. “Why don’t you come in and see for yourself?” Holding your hand out for Niall you waited for his answer.

“Okay…?” He took your hand and stood up and you lead him into his studio.
As soon as he saw what you did, his hand around yours tightened harshly, before he let go and stepped closer to the wall.

“What did you do?!” He whispered and you didn’t know what to file his tone under. You thought he would like what you had worked on for the last hours.
“Don’t you like it? If so, I can totally undo it, it’s fine. I just thought you might…” You tried to explain yourself but were cut off by him embracing you in a warm hug and spinning you around.

“You’re a genius, (Y/N). I love it! And I love you! Thank you so much!” His words made your heart speed up and a fuzzy feeling spread in your stomach.
Your idea had been to put all of his guitars on hooks on the wall, displaying them in all their beauty and diversity. In the middle you had left a free space where you hung up a few selected pictures of the boys. They were from throughout the years, showing some of their most private and happy moments, the last being a snap shot you took in a bar, the night they just finished the last album recording.
They all had been crying and smiling simultaneously and it was so utterly them that you had it printed out and framed for him.

“I thought you might feel more comfortable and at ease in here if they’re all properly shown and not hidden in their cases and there were less pictures of the boys to drag you down…” You slightly giggled at your choice of words and he pressed you into his side while staring at your work.

“You’re fantastic and brilliant and I love you so dearly. This is so much better. I tried to avoid it in here, because those pictures reminded me of how much I miss the lads and being on tour and how my guitars were not being put to good use. This feels good again.”

Niall turned you around and placed a kiss on your mouth. You could still feel a smile lingering in the corners of his lips and congratulated yourself on the idea. It had cheered him up so immensely and to see him boasting with positivity and excitement made you feel great.
“I’m happy to hear that, love.” You nuzzled your head into his neck and kissed him there as well.
“How about we go downstairs and you cuddle up on the couch while I make dinner for us? You haven’t eaten since you came home.” Niall picked you up and headed towards the stairs, already decided on eating something.
“I would like that very much.”

Little Do You Know(P. 5)

Title: Little Do you Know (P. 4)
Pairing: NewtxReader
Warnings: Cussing, self-harm
Summary: Soulmates share everything in this world, wounds, bruises, scars, tattoos. One day the reader draws on her arm with a sharpie and later that night she gets a response.


It’d been about three days since the check mark and the marker conversation with my mystery soulmate. I was starting to loose faith in the whole thing, maybe he just didn’t want me to know who he was. Maybe he didn’t want me as his soulmate. 

I sighed as I laid in my bed and rolled onto my belly to reach for my phone when I heard it vibrate. Things had been weird in our group lately, really weird. Minho and I, couldn’t really look at each other without some sort of hurt look crossing his features. 

Tylee and Thomas were never a part from each other and there seemed to be several secrets being passed between them, simply from a look. A part of me wondered if soulmates had telepathy as well and they just refused to tell anyone about it.

The weirdest part was how inseparable me and Newt had become. It was like middle school, when me and him were practically attached at the hip. A part of me was glad to have that back and the other part of me could see the dirty looks and glares that Minho sent our way in the halls. 

I unlocked my phone screen and stared at the text with a smile. 

Newt; Sneak out, I have netflix.

So do I silly. My parents would kill me.

Newt: Oh come on. Just this once. They won’t even know you’re gone.

Fine, but meet me down the street in about twenty minutes. I don’t wanna walk all the way there. It’s cold.

Newt: You got it.

I grinned and jumped out of my bed. Despite being upset about my soulmate not wanting anything to do with me, I had to admit, a night of netflix with Newt was exactly what I needed. I grabbed a top nearby and slid it on, shoving my feet into a pair of pants afterwards before tugging them up to my hips. 

After I fixed up my hair a bit, I peered out my door at a crack and looked down the hall to my parents room, their light was off, so they must have been asleep. I carefully shut my door and slid my phone into my pocket. 

“You get to be lookout, Trouble.” I said in a hushed tone, sliding the window open as quietly as I could. I snuck across the roof towards my usual hideout, grabbing at the closest branches and swinging down until I was dangling just a foot or so above the ground. I dropped down and hurried out of my yard and down the street, shooting a text to Newt telling him where to meet me.

It was a little under fifteen minutes later when Newt’s car swung into the parking lot of the circle K I was sitting at. I jumped into his car, hugging him instantly with a bright smile. 

“Surprised you didn’t bring Trouble with you.” He joked, laughing lightly as he hugged me back. 

“He can’t climb trees, silly.” I replied, smirking over at him, raising a brow when a look crossed his features, making him look utterly shocked. 

He was quiet for a moment before putting his car in park. “Wait. You actually snuck out?” 

“You said too.” I tilted my head, not sure where he was going with this. 

He sighed, placing a hand over his face as he shook his head. “No, no that was a joke, Y/N…I thought you had just went and asked your mom and she said yes.” 

I snorted. “Like that would ever happen.”

“Y/N, your dad will–”

I put my hand over his and squeezed it with a small smile. “Lighten up, Newt. It’ll be fine. I’ll be back before they notice.”

There was a moment where he just stared at me, a frown on his face before he nodded and started driving. “Okay…I just…I don’t want you hurt, okay?”

“I know.” 

The rest of the ride was quiet, we pulled into Newt’s driveway a bit later and we hurried into the house. “Hot chocolate?”

I made my way into his room, plopping down onto his giant bean bag chair with a smile. “I’d love some, maybe some wit–” 

“A candy cane and some mint coffee creamer?” He grinned back with a wink. I couldn’t help, but blush lightly, chuckling a bit.

“You know me so well, Newt.”

He smiled before heading into the kitchen to make the hot chocolate. I picked up a marker on his desk and poked my wrist with the tip of it before frowning.

I wish you would talk to me, tell me who you are.

I scribbled it quickly on my wrist before tugging my sweater over it, glancing up at Newt as he came into the room with two mugs. “Doodling on yourself?” He asked, a tone to his voice I didn’t quite recognize. 

“Mmm. You know me.” I sighed and then took the cup, taking a sip. “Newt, I wanna tell you something.”

Newt had turned to his tv to plug in his playstation, turning netflix on, he glanced over his shoulder at me and then set the controller to the side to sit on the edge of his bed. “You can tell me anything, Y/N.”

I reached over, grabbing the controller so I could flip through the different shows. “I haven’t been totally honest with you.” 

He frowned, turning his gaze from me, to the tv. “Yeah?”

“Yeah…” I was quiet for a moment. Clicking American Horror Story so we could continue at the last episode we were on. “Newt, I have a soulmate.”

“We all do.” He said quietly, as if he was avoiding the conversation. 

“Yes, but I found mine. Well, I mean…Sort of. I guess he doesn’t want to know me though. Or be with me, I don’t know.”

He was staring quite intently at the tv, a look on his face that I couldn’t quite figure out. “Newt?” 

Finally, he looked back at me and there was a wild look in his eyes. “Y/N, I need to—”

My phone rang loudly, causing me to jump slightly as I glanced down at the screen. “Oh no…” I groaned, setting my chocolate down before standing up, motioning for Newt to get his keys before I finally hit the answer button. “Hey dad…”

Newt’s head shot up instantly, his facial expression seemed to be full of more fear then I currently felt. His hand gripped my before he rushed me towards the front door and out to his car once again. 

“Y/N, where the hell are you!?” 

“I just went out for a walk. Wanted to enjoy the nice, light snowfall.” I was trying my best to lie, thankful that Newt’s car was smooth and quiet. 

“Bullshit, I swear if you snuck out for some boy…” He slurred a few cusswords before the phone was silent and then he spoke one more. “You walk through this door in five minutes or so help me, Y/N.”

I hung the phone up after saying my goodbyes and looked quickly at Newt, trying to come up with something to calm him down. 

“We’ll get there.” He said calmly, though I could see him gripping the wheel of the car tightly. His foot pressed harder against the gas pedal, sending us speeding down the streets. 

“You’re gonna get a speeding ticket.”

“That’s fine.” He said shortly, turning a corner quickly, not even bothering with his blinker. After a moment he stopped at the stop sign just a few houses down from my own. 

“Thank you, Newt.” I said, opening my door to get out. Before I could, he gripped at my hand, running his thumb over the words on my wrist. 

“I’m staying here, until I know you’re okay…Just text me if you need anything, okay?” 

I smiled softly, leaning over to kiss him lightly on the cheek. “I’ll let you know. Night, Newt.”

My dad flung the front door open before I could turn the door knob. He glanced around the front yard before stepping out of the way and letting me in. 

“Like I said, I was just walking down the–” 

His hand came across my cheek so fast that I never saw it coming. I whimpered, putting my hand on the spot that I knew was red. I looked up at him with fury in my eyes before turning to run up the stairs, I slammed my bedroom door before falling on my bed. 

Everything that had been bugging me welled up in one moment of anger, I sat up quickly and ripped my top drawer open, moving to lock my bedroom door before returning to the opened dresser. 

I stared down at the bottom of the drawer before reaching in, grabbing out the silver razor that hadn’t been touched in some time. 

There was a commotion downstairs, it sounded like my dad was yelling at someone, but I drowned it out as I slid down the wall of my room, tears streaming down my face while I brought the blade to the top of my wrist, just between the words tell me.

(AO3 Mirror)

The Lord of Storm’s End dithered and wavered about the right course to take, when Alyssa Velaryon and her two children arrived in Storm’s End seeking refuge and his protection. He feared the wrath of King Maegor. He feared the swing of Blackfyre taking his head. He feared the coming of dragons breathing fire over Storm’s End and the stormlands. This, from the son of the woman who once declared to Alyssa’s good-mother Queen Rhaenys that she was welcomed to take the castle if only to rule over bones and blood and ashes, for Argella Durrandon and the defenders of the castle were willing die to the last man and woman to protect it.

It’s a pity the son does not seem to share the mother’s boldness, Alyssa thought.  

“This is not our fight,” Argella declared, eyes narrowed, as if she had read Alyssa’s thought. “Why should we risk anything for the fight between dragons?”

Your late husband was half a dragon himself, if the rumor is to be believed. If only Orys Baratheon was still alive. That Lord of Storm’s End would not have hesitated, would have called his banners to fight Maegor the moment he usurped the throne.

“Why not seek refuge in Driftmark, Your Grace, with the Velaryons? With your own people?” Davos Baratheon asked, querulously.

Alyssa suppressed an impatient sigh. He knew full well why not. Driftmark was too close to Dragonstone, and furthermore Lord Velaryon served still as Maegor’s master of ships. Her own people had deserted her. This was no time for impatience, though. Or for pride. She was desperate. For her children’s sake, she had to put pride aside. She would beg, beseech and plead; she would cajole, coax and flatter; and she would put a smile on her face or tears on her cheek while she did it, depending on what was required of the situation.

“Why come to Storm’s End? Why come to us?” Argella asked the question her son had only been hinting at. Davos winced. “Mother,” he murmured softly under his breath.

“Your father was renowned for his leal service to my good-father, and your own brother Ser Raymont died honorably protecting my husband’s life, my lord. , my lord. Where else should I put my trust, if not in the Baratheons? Who else would be most deserving of it?”

It was the mother who replied, not the son, and her voice was steelier than ever, angrier than ever. “Then don’t you think the Baratheons have done enough for the Targaryens? Tell me, why should we involve ourselves in the quarrels between Targaryens? Why should another drop of Baratheon blood be spilled in defense of another Targaryen?”

Alyssa directed her reply to the mother this time, not the son. “It will not be forgotten, my lady. When my son is king, the loyal services rendered to us by House Baratheon will not be forgotten.”

“I have no granddaughter to be wed to your son and be made queen. I have a grandson, though he is perhaps too old for your little daughter. But then that is a moot point, is it not, since a Targaryen only deigns to wed another Targaryen, or a Velaryon as a last resort if a sibling is not available. Is that not the sacred Targaryen tradition?”

“It does not have to be so, my lady,” Alyssa replied, pretending that she had not noticed the mocking tone in which the question had been posed. “Other arrangements could be made.”

Argella scoffed, giving Alyssa a withering look. “Do you take me for a fishwife haggling for a prize?”

She had offended this old woman. This woman who used to be queen; a ruling queen, not a consort, if only for too short a time. Her grip on power was still strong, if her son’s deferential manner and his worshipful gaze towards her was any indication. To convince the son, Alyssa suspected she had to convince the mother first.  

“Maegor ordered the cruel torture and murder of my son Viserys to punish me for escaping from Dragonstone. Do you want a man such as that as your king, my lady?”

“I wish for no Targaryen as my king, in truth, but –“

Robar interrupted, making his voice heard for the first time since Alyssa’s arrival. “Grandmother, remember your promise.”

“- but as my grandson is so fond of reminding me, that sort of talk is treason.” She turned to her son. Mother and son locked gaze for a long while, as if in silent communion. Alyssa held her breath.

“You and your children are welcomed to stay in Storm’s End, Your Grace,” Davos finally said.

“Under your protection?”

“Yes, under his protection,” Argella replied, impatiently. “My son will not hand you to the enemy, not after he has given you his word.”

“And my son’s claim to the throne?”

“Your son is a mere boy of ten. If you wish to wage war for his right to sit the Iron Throne, make sure it is not a futile war. That means you will have to wait,” Argella Durrandon declared.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Their first day back in London wasn’t how either had planned; both were eager to see their friends again, to catch up, to tell them all about the honeymoon and to reminisce about the wedding ten days earlier. However, upon returning to the apartment, they found almost every room piled high with their wedding gifts, after Harry had just told Edward to “chuck them in the flat”.

So their first day was spent opening them. Emmy sat cross-legged on the floor, with an enormous pile of opened presents on her left, and an enormous pile of wrapping paper on her right. Harry sat opposite her, tearing open the gifts before handing it all to her for her to have a look. On the present pile was a growing stack of lifestyle books, including cookery and gardening. Other gifts included Arsenal shirts with their names engraved in the back – a gift from the football club themselves – ornaments and decorations for the house, picture frames, jewellery, all sorts. From the foreign politicians and royals who had attended, they’d received items from their home countries. Harry watched the ever-growing pile, wondering where they were going to put everything.

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