#maybe they saw how badly I drew his right arm and went nah that is too cringe to belong on our site idk man I’m tired

[raetreaderarts]

SIGH I’m absolutely crushed. I was gonna put Ryan in the beach I’m adding to the city portion of my game, but Roblox deemed it to be “sexual content”. I do wonder which part is considered sexual. Is it the top scars? The natural shirtless male torso? The nipples, perhaps? Fuck if I know, it’s not like they’re gonna tell me.

My account got temporarily deactivated over this, I just had to check a little box saying I totally definitely read over the guidelines in order to reactivate it, but this is why I get anxiety every time I upload a character decal to Roblox. Not the first time it’s happened, it probably won’t be the last, rest in peace to beach bod Ryan.

#rem estates #rem ryan #weirdcore #roblox #roblox dev #if y’all wanna hear about the time roblox was fatphobic I can make a post about that whole debacle as well #I’ve learned that there’s no point in arguing with them cause once they decide on something they put their foot down #on top of this I’m not the only creator who’s gotten their characters sniped off the platform #lemme know what you guys think the issue is cause maybe I’m just missing something here #maybe they saw how badly I drew his right arm and went nah that is too cringe to belong on our site idk man I’m tired #my art

[beann-e]

Haikyuu! Characters reacting to their s/o Fighting for them

Also i’m taking request !! go put something in the box :4

Tendou

he would enjoy it so much like he’d have a full on conversation while your doing it. He’d even start hyping you up In the back because he knows that’s all it takes to fuel your fire.

Only for you to find out the person who was hitting on him wasn’t talking about him but was talking about another guy and tendou only made it seem like they were so he could piss you off because he finds it so hot when your upset

Your eyes went pointed to the scene in front of you when you walked down from the bleachers. Feet heavy on the ground as you tried to contain your anger.

How did this chick get down here faster than you and why the hell was she talking to your boyfriend once again faster than you ?

You steps slowed as you walked up to them hoping to hear a little bit of the conversation “ yeah I thought it was really hot and I just wanted to say wow up close and personal y’know “

Your eyes widened hot ?

what the hell did she think was hot ?

“ I was uh I was up in the stands and I was honestly a little bit intimidated to come down here and talk to anyone actually —in the first place “ she laughed clutching her bag a little tighter when your boyfriend licked his lips before his teeth came down to nibble on his bottom one lightly, eyes feigning innocence as he listened to her “ especially you so this is like a big milestone for me “

you watched as your boyfriend smiled softly “ yeah I get it — really i’d be the exact same way with a crush I wouldn’t know how to act or even how to talk to them i’ve actually been there before so “

good good you thought praising tendou in your head at the fact that he was trying to slowly bring up the fact that he had a s/o. clapping for him in your head for trying to let the girl in front of him down easily

your body darting to hide behind a group of teenagers when you saw your boyfriends eyes lift up from the girl and look around as if he was checking for someone he must have been wondering where you were. breathing out a sigh of relief that he turned to look over your way too slowly only missing you by a second

“ oh really I assumed that— “

“ no no your good i’m not saying it in that way “

your face dropped ‘in what way ? ‘

“ I understand the fear of talking to your crush but trust me “ he nodded his head towards the girl In front him before he took a sip of water and smiled down on her “ you’ve got no reason to be nervous i’m right her—“

“ hi “ you waved steps quick on the floor beneath you and voice loud to show your presence “ yes y— yes you do “ you laughed reaching your hand out to shake the girls own in front of you

“ i’m y/n — the s/o— of 3 years —is there ? is there anything wrong did something happen to where he needed an emergency check up or something ? “

the sarcasm in your voice making your boyfriend smirk to himself at the way you just jumped into the situation all to protect your relationship it made him feel secure, happy even

it made him in a way feel greedy

your head coming up to look at tendou as you snaked an arm around his waist like he’d done to you in similar situations. Your other one moving to place itself on his chest “ babe are you ok ? are you hurt ? how badly to call a stranger over here ? “

“ baby no nothing like that she just wanted to congratulate me“ he locked eyes with you the slight smirk he still wore ignored by you due to anger at the drama unfolding before you and his next statement. His words coming out soft and sweet though they were meant to encourage his evil agenda “ before you “

“i’m sorry I wasn’t down here to congratulate him on his win so he must have looked lonely “

you shook your head in sadness at the girl “ and open but “ you smiled “ no he’s not—I understand the confusion you must be going through right now but its just miscommunication from your classmates—which leads me to wonder—please tell me what’s your name ? i’ve never seen you before and I bet your not aware of who I am either so introductions could help both of us out here “

“ oh uh i’m niccolo” the girl shook her head softly and wearily as you pulled back quickly

“ mm niccolo— niccolo “ you spoke rubbing the same hand youd just shook niccolos with down your shirt causing your boyfriend to smile to himself and his eyebrows to raise at all the knowing looks from his teammates about the shit storm he’d just put into motion as he planted a small innocent kiss to your forehead while winking to his teammates behind you

“ never heard of it you must be a first year ? “ your boyfriends head shook slightly as he looked to the floor thinking about how that might have been a little bit rude considering she was just a young girl maybe 16 at most.

His mind rolling with thoughts of maybe cutting the game he was playing short because of her age only for him to side eye you and take a sip from his water bottle again ‘ nah they’ve got it ‘

“ oh y-yes i’m new here—i’ve taken the phrase first year a bit too literal “ she joked smile seeming to be forced her hands twitching in nervousness

“ mm — I never would’ve thought “ you spoke sarcastically. Almost every first year knew not to talk to tendou after a game not unless you were down there already.

The both of you had established that as soon as the game is over your the only person who gets to say congratulations to him first since he explained that it means more to him to know that you’ll always be there no matter what he does

no matter if he wins or loses he’ll get to walk off that court and the first thing he sees is the person he loves most with their hands out waiting for a hug. he’s told you that in the moment he wants to feel like your the only one watching because it’s a private game played for you because he believes your so lucky to get to see your smoking hot boyfriend do blocks.

“ oh thank you no ones ever told me that I look older before may I ask why you thin— “

“ because your dum— “

“ haha um “ tendou stretched before speaking again “ because your just really pretty for a first year “ your body went rigid you almost felt like you couldn’t feel anything not even the heat that was radiating off your body

“ aw thank you so much that means a lot y/n was it? “ she smiled genuinely before laughing “ tendous so nice i’m really glad I came down here first before y’know all the fangirls came down “

she shook her head “ y’know I actually got scared because I thought you were one — I was like ahhhh here comes one of those scary stalker girls “ she laughed “ tendou was telling me not to be afraid since he knew you but I was telling him to be careful when talking to people like you —- once again I thought you were a fan girl so I mean you can’t blame me right?”

Yeah she was screwed this had went too far he was too late

“ y/n “ his voice was warning but you waved him off listening to the girl in front of you her voice sounding so confident and honest believing in everything she was saying. Voice pouring through and mouth still moving almost as if she had no filter

she looked to her feet “I doubt any of them would even have a chance with tendou though because— “

your body roared as she explained her reasoning.

You were only feeling this angry at her words because not only did she call you a tendou fangirl but she explained that even if you were one you would have no chance with him even though that’s actually how you two started dating.

Then for her to turn around and rub it in your face how she got downstairs before you oh god you were gonna have a field day with this little twerp if you didn’t find a way to put her in her place respectfully

“ hey um tendou do you think me and my fellow fan girl here can have some alone time just a small chat “

“ oh wow i’ve never had one of those before “ she smiled as tendou stood still wondering if he’d done the right thing by encouraging all of this or if he should just drop it or maybe even sit down and enjoy it

looking down at you cautiously a slight smirk on his face thinking about your face when he would get the chance to you the truth of the situation but only for it to drop as the girl across from him stole his attention away from you causing him to perk up a bit honestly surprised that she spoke again

Was she suicidal or ?

“ I think he may not be leaving because he isn’t comfortable with you yet—he told me earlier that we could be best friends so , he may listen to me more “ she smiled “ tendou I wanna talk to um —y/n so could you maybe give us some time alone —“ her smiling wider almost as if happy to call him her friend —before speaking “ I wanted to help you out “

‘ holy shit she’s testing my patience’

tendous loud laugh ripped through the gym as he grabbed goshiki and turned the both of them around to walk off words heavy and holding meaning “ yeah I know em’ —I know em’ real well physically and mentally trust me your going to have a bestie number two soon enough “

you watched as your boyfriend went to sit on the bench talking softly with goshiki as he put his hands in his pants pockets not paying attention to you two anymore

“ so wha— “

“ look “ you smiled “ i’m gonna be real sweet about this so we can tie this up in a neat little bow “ you pointed towards tendou

“ ‘m not a fan anymore he’s my boyfriend — we’ve been dating for 3 years now ever since we were first years. I met him through a fan club because he saw the art I drew for their game posters and enjoyed it. I told him I liked how passionate he was about something and how he had his own thing and did it in his own unique way that worked for him and then boom we ended up getting closer—closer then need be sometimes “

you sighed as you moved to close the conversation out “ look just please — I understand your a first year you may not know and that’s ok but ; me and my boyfriend like for me to be the first one who gives him a congratulations at the end of a match he never talks to anyone except his team until I do it — he says it’s like reassurance tht he’s doing good he’s had some stuff happen in the past that just — he needs praise and reminders that he’s doing good with his sport and I supply that he doesn’t want it from anyone else and I don’t want anyone else to give it “

you looked to the girl with sympathy in your eyes hoping you didn’t hurt her feelings she really was just a young kid “ it’s ok to have a crush I had one we all do at a point in our lives but right now your hitting on someone in a secure relationship ok ? start asking first please just to be safe in your future years “

her eyes went wide as she moved to speak “ mm I guess I was wrong “

you shook your head “ wrong ? excuse me for not understanding but wrong how“

“ I uh I assumed you weren’t one of those fan girls and I was wrong I did not mean to get in between your weird obsession just please do not harm him or anything like you guys tend to do “

your body blazed eyes lit up in a hard stare at everyone who now turned to face you hearing the girls loud words

“ again with the fan shit “

“ that is what you guys are called I will not call you his s/o if he does not know you “

“ HES MY BOYFRIEND YOU ASSHOLE “

“ wh— “

“ I tried to be nice to you but your not accepting it it’s like you want me to scream at you “

“ yeah babe she totally does “ tendous smile spreading slowly across his face at the way your hips moved to work with your mouth in showing off your evident pissed off mood

“ I know “ you screamed “ she just wants to make this harder for me “

“ duh “ his tongue coming out to swipe across his bottom lip eyes falling down to your hands that were clenched so tightly in anger waving around widely your pissed off expression sending heat traveling across his body

“ you have a child’s crush on him and I keep telling you I don’t mind but I explained to you to just be respectful and then you go and disrespect me again“

“ they are very lenient when it comes to crushes on me “

“ thank you baby —I try not to be rude because I myself was once a fan in a club for the team so trust me I understand but everyone is usually respectful I don’t understand how you “

“ she’s just a first year babe you have to explain it to her more “ he smiled thinking up a new way to see how far you would go for him “ like in depth “

“ I DID “

“ no baby you gotta get rough with her “

you turned with your eyebrows furrowed “ like fight “

he smirked at you body shaking at the way you whimpered out the words but moved to put your hair up anyways yet, again putting him first and your cloudy anger ridden mind second

god you were so hot whenever you showed everyone you’d do anything for him “ fuck — yeah baby your doing the right thing —don’t think about it too much “

you shook your head softly as you battled through it in your head tendou always knew how to get a rise out of you and how to make you do what he wanted you to more so for fun.

It didn’t take much for you to listen to him especially when you couldn’t think clearly because he was the only person there who cared for you and anything he did you knew would only be for his own entertainment purposes he’d never have you do anything bad or that put your safety at risk.

when you were angry —and had someone hyping you up and adding fuel onto the fire it was only 10x worse and tendou knew this

“ here y/n baby—let’s take this outside I don’t want you to get hurt by fighting in here come on you can do it out there “

“ tendou you asshole quit encouraging this shit“ semi whispered

“ I do not understand what is going on —i find myself with a loss of knowledge in this situation but I do feel as though tendou is in the wrong it is only a gut feeling “

the girl in front of you trembled at ushijimas voice—before looking to goshiki who held wide eyes as he waved to the girl hesitantly her eyes darting away and back to him eyebrows coming together as she looked around the gym embarrassed “ but he — he didn’t say anything about you—I didn’t know he didnt tell me “

“ wh—what babe — liar I call liar she’s lying baby — pleas— ow “

your head finally clearing up as you listened to his team talk about how much of a prick he was you reaching out and grabbing the top of his ear and bringing it down to your height while he screamed out in pain “ BECAUSE HES AN ASSHOLE “

“ hey baby I’m sorry i’m sorry but that’s — thats “ his hair went down to cover his face as he looked at you “ thats not cool “

“ I — I didn’t know “

“ but I told you twice “

“ and I — I haven’t had the best experienc— “ her bottom lip trembled before she took off crying when she met the young boys eyes behind her.

Goshiki shaking softly eyes lit up in confusion before he shook his head and pulled himself away from the embarrassing situation to run after her your boyfriend moving to wrap his arms around your waist from the back “ your so hot “

“ but I “

“ you were wrong though so I see looks don’t always pair up with smarts “

“ huh “

“ she wasn’t hitting on me “

“ but she “

“ she has a crush on goshiki this is her first time attending a volley’ game and she accidentally came down the wrong way so it landed her down here faster than everyone else”

your body stiffened “ she only ended up talking to me because I was going into the hallway towards the locker rooms when she for some reason was coming down the opposite way crying to me about how she was lost “

“ then you — you two were talking abo— “

“ she’s a bit fragile —- and she was explaining it and I saw how we were the same because she’s had a hard past too so she’s a bit wary around others—and hates confrontation due to drama at ‘er old school and she doesn’t know much of the people here because she’s a first year also she doesn’t talk much which kinda threw me off when she started having full conversations with you and trying her best to connect with you“ he shrugged “ must’ve thought you were cool —wanted to be your friend or some shit”

he smiled proudly at the fact that you could make people other than himself feel that comfortable around you him peppering kisses all around your face “ she was telling me how she thought goshiki was hot and when I brought up that I was his amazingly beautiful senpai she just wanted me to introduce her to him — she said she’s afraid of people and fangirls because she hasn’t had the best experiences with them she explained one time in middle school she got a bento box thrown at her because a guy from the volleyball team said hi to her “

your body immediately dropped “ you knew her whole life story and then some and let me embarrass myself “

“ well honestly you both did you just a bit more than her “

oikawa

he would praise you so much the whole time. He has fangirls and he loves when you show him why your more important than them. he loves for you to stop him and put them in their place while showing him his own.

He knows it’s not right to flirt with other girls but the excitement and pure happiness he gets when he watches you fight for him with such passion similar to his own for volley he loves it

“ oikawa ~~” A small voice called out before tucking a strand of hair behind their ear “ can we maybe get some photos ? “

holy shit it’s like everyday at this point

“ baby can I ? “

“ just go “ his eyes darted to the group before he looked back at you “ really —swear i’ll be right behind you pretty boy “

He smiled before running off to the group grabbing the pen someone held out for him and writing all over the billions of notepads girls waved in front of his face.

You knew it looked wrong for him to have a s/o and still entertain other girls or guys for that matter but, you knew oikawa. You knew exactly how he felt about them it wasn’t that he was interested or liked them it was that he liked their comments

he liked the attention.

He was someone who needed constant praise to feel like he was doing his best. Hearing all the cheers , all of the shouts of his name, seeing the signs and people that would come to games specifically for him only made him feel like he was human like he was real and talented—appreciated

You would never take that away from him you could never, when you two started dating you explained to him you knew how important his fans were to him and as long as he kept a certain line that couldn’t be crossed— that he would always come back to you. Everything would be ok.

You slowly walked up behind him leaving space for people to have a hard time differentiating if you were apart of the crowd or with him but you were still close enough to hear the whispers of how hot he was and honestly he was.

He had the muscles—the beautifully glowing skin that others around you two dreamed of and to put a topping on the cake he was still sporting his ruffled hair from his earlier game. He was your dream man and you were lucky to even be able to stare at him behind closed doors or at least that’s what he told you whenever you walked into his room.

“ oikawa-san “

“hmm “ he spoke staring down on the girl that reached out to grab his arm as he was turning to leave

“ could I talk to you please “

his eyes darted to find yours locking on them when he finally found them. His mouth now moving to mouth a question as you shook your head lightly you’d give him five more minutes he deserved it and you wanted him to feel like he’d done a good job at his game today ,which he really did do, him only going back to the girl in front of you two

“ oh well I really wanna — i’m supposed to —“ he sighed out before he collected himself “ I want to take my s/o home before it gets too late I don’t want them walking alone at night “

“ oh s/o “ her voice dropped as he shook his head up and down “ correct of 2 years “

“ oh my um congratulations— to many more to many more with many more “ she rushed out quickly reaching in her backpack

“ thank you our anniver— “

“ could we get a picture “

he sighed before his smile spread only growing into a fake one lips going tight on his face “ yes of course just one i’d like to get on the ro— “

His breathing stopped as he felt the girl next to him lay her lips on his. The click of the camera making his eyes go wide as he shook. Oikawa to most wasnt one who was as submissive as he was with you. He was a bit more ‘ manly ‘ to other people but around you he always fell into submission especially when he knew he fucked up

His eyes slowly moved to find yours that flaming as you stared down the girl in front of him . You leaning against the wall only making him feel a shiver move down his spine.

Had he fucked up that badly that you weren’t even moving.

He kept looking between you and the girl in front of him eyes trying to convey his thoughts as they screamed

‘ look y/n she’s still talking to me — at this point she’s fucking with me not the other way around ‘

His mind went blank as you walked over your face made up into a stoic one voice coming out monotoned devoid of annoyance or any feeling at all “ your lips must be magnets or some shit“

“ excuse me “

“ oh no it’s just that Insee you’ve put your lips on my boyfriend“ your eyes creased at the girl before looking up and down in curiosity “ so I was just wondering if your big mouth was hiding a magnet or something — anything really to explain why you would put your dirty ass mouth on my rather pristine boyfriend “

Pristine ? his body went upright standing a bit taller ‘ hell yeah i’m pristine keep em coming babe ‘

“ are you not going to apologize ? “

“ I uh “ her eyes went up into sadness and fear as the courage that once swirled through her left upon seeing your emotionless stare. She’d just kissed your boyfriend and you looked like you were walking dogs or doing an everyday house chore “ i’m sor—sorry “

“ oh not to me “ you let out a small head nod over to oikawa “ I meant him “

“ oh oh um yes “ she coughed before she made eye contact with oikawa whos eyes were creasing as he stared down on the frail girl before him

“ i’m sorry “

“ no go on take your time “

“ i apologize that “

“ really I know it’s hard to apologize to someone as pristine as me“ your boyfriend moved to nudge you softly “ isn’t that right y/n“ he spoke as he tried and failed to wink down at you

“ uh yeah babe um “ you shook your head as your eyebrows furrowed before you returned to your earlier self “ wait what oikawa stop playing and fix this shit “

“ oh uh “ he straightened himself up at your words “ what were you suppose to be saying again “

“ oh I just wanted to um “ she turned to make eye contact with you before jumping a bit and turning away squeaking out her words “ i’m sorry for hitting on you knowing that you had a s/o “

“ oh ok that’s it? ” his body sulked as he looked to the floor

“ that’s it ? — you don’t care that she hit on you asshole“ you slapping his arm harshly before he whimpered at the contact

“ what’s wrong baby “ your hand came up to rub his back and arm while he pouted turning away from the both of you

“ I just wanted her to she was sorry “

“ ‘kawa she did we can go home now “

“ no she didn’t say it the way I wanted her to “

your hands fell from him as you let out a huff of air before turning to the girl in front of you and moving to whisper in her ear as she sat confused unmoving In her spot before smiling softly and speaking uncomfortably and regretting her decision to ask the male out

“ oikawa “ she coughed his eyes looking over at her while still holding up his dramatic show “ I just wanted to say i’m sorry for hitting on your s/o’s “

Her eyebrows furrowed before she looked to you who was mouthing the words and shaking her head in an ok motion “ pretty boy —“ he perked up at the words “I will never hit on someone of your elegantly pure , flawlessly clean , stature ever again “

Yes he made her embarrass herself by asking for more kind uplifting words more so to make himself feel better than for you. All the while he enjoyed the praise he received from not only the person he loved but the person he didn’t.

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[iam-kenough]

Will  you ever notice me? Arthur Morgan x Original Female Character

Summary: During they wandering in deep snowstorm, man from van der Linde gang found odd looking girl and Dutch decides to take her to camp to see if she can be any use, leading life of outlaw with them. Quickly, new girl develops feelings towards Arthur, but he sees her just as a kid...and she won't take that! It's an original character story that starts in the place where Arthur, Dutch and Micah were supposed to first meet with Sadie. Instead she's already with them.

Authors notes: It’s second chapter and you can find the rest of chapter on my blog if you want to read more of my fanfiction.

Word count: 2978 Chapter 2

It was next day's evening when they landed on new camp's place. Everyone started arranging their tents and some of them decided to go to the lake and bath after long trip.

- The water is so damn cold! But it was nice to take a bath after all those hours- Iris was talking to Mary-Beth and her teeth were chattering. She decided to wear woolen dress Mary gave to her, not being even slightly suspicious why Iris would wear a dress so badly. It was nice, wine red and warm one. She decided to tweeze her brows a little bit and she brushed her long, black hair putting them in loose bun. Even though she will undress and wear only chemise in her bed in less than 3 hours.

Iris looked around and sighed. All good places for a tent were taken and she couldn't sleep with girls in their tent 'cause it was too small. She had to prepare her own but there was only one way left to do that.

- Knock, knock - she said awkwardly, knocking on one of polls holding Arthur's tent. He was on his coot, drawing something in his journal. It catched her attention. Didn't know he's romantic soul who would sketch while sulking like this.

- How can I help ya? - he closed the book and looked at her shyly. He analysed her posture in new clothes but very quickly so it wouldn't scare her or make her uncomfortable. Girls usually didn't like his sight on them.

- Will it bother you if I will place my tent right next to yours? All good spots were taken when I took a bath - her cheeks flushed a little bit. She even tried to flirt with him and bat her eyes, while she squeezed fabric of her dress.

- It's rather if I won't bother you, kid.

If I could I would devour you right here, Mr Morgan and you would be the only person not bothering me. I would undress you from your bright blue shirt which matches your eyes so good and I would let you pop my cherry...

- You'right out there, kid? Asked ya if I won't bother you.

- N-no, never. Thank you, Mr Morgan - she jumped into the air and disappeared to set her tent. It was mirroring his and when she was looking above her trunk she could see him, deeply in his thoughts. Honestly, if they would rearrange it a little bit more they would have big, shared tent with two beds next to eachother. But she they wasn't close enough for Iris to ask for it even if she wouldn't mind.

Later that night they had supper prepared by her and Mr Pearson. Almost everyone was eating together but she noticed Arthur hidden in his spot. She went to her tent and sat on the coot mirroring his position.

- I hope it tastes good? - Iris asked after few minutes. He raised her eyes surprised at her.

- You eatin' with my poor companion? I see everyone gathering around the fire.

- They're all nice and stuff but I like to eat in peace. You're not bad to be with, Mr Morgan.

It sounded a little bit frivolous and she actually liked it, surprised with her own temper.

He blushed. Or rather tips of his ears did.

- It's just surprising 'cause yall girls are always eating together. And yes, this stew is amazing - he liked his fingers and brushed his dirty mouth with his sleeve.

Normally she would jerk away on this kind of behaviour but she giggled at sight of big man eating messy like that.

- Girls are okay, especially Tilly and Mary, but Karen has...a little bit to intense character. Oh, and Dutch's girlfriend. That lady hates me.

- She hates everybody, dont'cha worry.

- Today she hit Dutch with a book, saying he's throwing me looks - Iris was giggling and she brushed loose hair behind her ear.

- Looks, ya say? Oh don't worry, you just new, that's why he does that, kid.

- She's rather young too, you know. It's just the make-up she uses, makes her look older.

- Ya say? Nah, you still look like kid to me. With all those freckles and you being thin. Not so sure you should go with us to rob that train, I will have to watch you all the time - his voice was low and he chuckled.

Ouch, that was bad! So he doesn't like freckles...It's nothing I can do about it. But maybe if I'm gonna eat more I'll stop being thin, get some bust maybe and then-

- You sure you want to sit here with me? You seemed bored with my old feller talkin'.

- I-I am not bored at all. Can you show me what are you drawing?

He brushed his chin, sign of him being shy and he passed her the journal. On two pages he drew their whole new camp.

- I must say you can draw, Mr Morgan. You've got talent - she passed the journal back and their hands brushed against each other. She blushed again.

- Talent that's useless for sure - his voice was low and nice and he almost sounded like purring cat. Iris felt knot tying up in her stomach.

- It's not, it's not! - she shaked her head - I find it really pretty. You could draw something for me one day - it was supposed to be flirt and she bit her lower lip but he didn't notice that. He just cheered up.

- What you like, then? I can draw it for you - he patted her arm in friendly manner. They were so close right now, their faces next to each other. She could smell him.

What do I like? Your lips, your intriguing eyes, the fact that your hair was so messy and the fact you smell like whiskey, cigarettes and sweat.

- Flowers - she said plainly, looking at her feet - Any flowers are good. Or animals. I saw you sketching deer one day.

- I've been hit on my head a lot so if I would forget remind me of it, kid - she looked at him once again and licked her lower lip, becoming red on her cheeks. He started looking at her quizzically.

- I think you catched a cold, kid, you seem burning up. Better go to sleep, tomorrow's a day too.

Knot in her stomach popped and she lowered her head. Kid, you say. Im gonna show you, one day I will gain weight, have some reall boobs and nice mature dresses and you will look at me the right way. She got up a little bit too quick, tears forming in corner of her eyes but he was facing her back almost immediately and he didn't see.

- Y-you right, I don't feel my best - she answered with shaking voice and she rubbed her eyes - I'm...gonna get some rest. Goodnight, Mr Morgan.

- Uh-, yea, good night - he read her bad, he was sure she's sick but she seemed rather irritated by the fact he noticed? I will apologize tomorrow.

She put on the curtain between the halves of tent which was giving them privacy now and she sighed. At first she looked in small mirror she owned and analised her own face. You ugly, Iris.

Girl looked at herself quizzically. Big, green eyes with long lashes and nice, pink lips but then freckles happened, covering her nose and cheeks. Her hair were jet black but wavy instead of sleek locks of other girls around. Iris started undressing herself and she looked at her figure with disgust. She had round hips and long legs, but that's it. She looked thin and had small breast and that was not what men would look at. It's not what he would look at.

When she put on her night gown and layed down she looking at tents ceiling and thinking. Oil lamp in Arthur's half stopped giving light, he was going to sleep. She heard him getting comfortable on his bed and after few minutes he was breathing heavily.

She drifted away in her sleep, thinking how it would be to cuddle his big frame.

Another few weeks passed and in this time Iris tried her best to prove she's mature and strong but also femine at the same time. It was difficult to kill a man at 4 and then acting like a subtle lady few hours later. It was nice, warm evening and girls decided to go swimming after long day of work. Iris was so happy and relaxed as she and Mary - Beth was looking at red sky and Tilly with Karen was fooling around in water.

- Can I tell you a secret? You will like it - Iris whispered. Mary seemed excited immediately.

- Tell me, tell me! - she giggled

- I fell in love - Iris whispered to her ear and her friend become red from blushing.

-No way! Who, who is he? Or maybe she? - Blond girl tickled brunette a little bit.

- It's him, yes. But I wouldn't mind you...- they purred at each other and then burst into laugh.

- Who? I bet it's John, all girls are sweet on him and Abigail hates us for that.

-Nope!

- Bill!

-No!

- New O'Driscolls boy!

- Ew!

- Then who, Dutch?

- You must be crazy! I mean...he's not bad if you think about him but this red-head witch he's with? I have no chances - Iris was laughing so badly.

- You have to tell me! But then it has to be someone from outside the camp...

-No! He's there, Mary-Beth, please don't make me say his name out loud.

And then Mary became pale. Then red again. Then she got up.

-No! From all of them you choosed Arthur Morgan?!

- Shhh! We are too close to the camp!

- But why?! He's sweet but we have never seen him with woman, you know. I think he's a little bit weird about it. Dutch once laughed at him taking a bath with a dog when camp had one.

- W-Well...he seems a little awkward and he's like wild animal more than a man but he's charming and he always complemented food I make and he always talks to me in the evening.

- At least he talks to you, he usually doesn't. To no one.

- That's my problem, he talks to me but he seemes to see me as a kid. I tried everything! Few days ago I was sitting with him and we was both reading a book and I looked at him so nicely, I tried my best to look at him with hazy, flirting eyes. And he asked me if I needed glasses because I blink a lot.

- Well...I don't know how to help you - Mary said as they were walking towards camp - usually it's easy, a little bit of exposed skin and being close. You should try it.

- I should...I should go to his tent dressing my nightgown for example?

- Oh, that's an idea! I saw it and it's really cute and...hot.

-Mary- Beth, are you hitting on me? - she joked as they was passing Hosea's tent. Girls heard him talking with Arthur and they would ignore but they heard Iris's name. They started listening immediately, hiding behind the tent to eaves dropping.

- And this new girl, Iris's her name - Hosea said.

- What's with her?

- Just wanted to know what you think about her - he seemed to tease Arthur a little bit.

- It's good kid, she seems to like my company. And honestly, I like hers, she doesn't talk that much comparing to any of you fools - he cleared his throat.

- I thought that you are much closer. Basically sharing a tent and talking every evening...

- What d'ya say, Hosea?

- How long have been since you had a woman, Arthur?

- Not long enough to think about it again- his voice became angry in the nick of time - it's kid we talking about, don't get the wrong idea.

Iris inhaled sharply and bit her lower lip, while her eyes became glossy. But she listened, she couldn't stop.

- Isn't it obvious, Arthur? She looks at you very odd way and she enjoys your company a lot, lot more than others.

- I didn't notice. By the way, she's not stupid. I'm much older and I have past, just no way I would be with her. She doesn't love me to start with. One day she will leave the camp to have a normal life.

Sound of tears dropping on Iris's dress was the only sound she was making. She got up quickly and in a blink of an eye disappeared, running into the woods.

- Iris?! - Mary- Beth tried to follow her but she tripped over one of tent's strings. She sweared ugly.

This is bad, so bad - was all Iris was thinking. Her breathing heavy, her eyes red. She stopped in the middle of nowhere, just when she was sure all around her was dark forest. She didn't even know why she was so agry. Maybe because he said out loud things I thought about myself? Maybe because she was sure that his ears getting red were sign of him considering her as someone hot?

But look at yourself, c'mon. When father lived, he always told you you gonna become a maid, because no man would touch something so fragile, that looks constantly sick. He was right, oh so badly right. And now Iris had to apologise to Mary-Beth for leaving her like that.It was dark night when she got back to the camp, everyone sleeping in their tents. Only one oil lamp was glowing. She decided to act like nothing happen, just not to lose his friendship, ever. So she took a deep breath and peaked her head inside his part of tent.

- Just wanted to say good night, Mr Morgan - was all she said, smiling faintly.

- Kid! You weren't there for supper. Did something happened?

- N-no...just small fight with girls - she lied without hesitation. Then smiled a little bit more so he won't be suspicious. He always was but he was taking her lies as an answer, 'cause she lied when it would expose her feelings.

- Small fight made you disappear without word? Y'got hot head then - he joked. His blue eyes were piercing her.

- Maybe a little - he didn't see nothing good about her anyway, she could become hothead in his eyes even it was inappropriate for woman.

- Wanna talk about it?

- With you? I-I mean we can but it's nothing. Really.

- You seem sad lately, kid. Is someone or something bothering you?

- Ah...no, just stupid, girly things.

- Girly things - he seemed a little bit scared now.

- Interests of heart, to call it. Nothing too exciting, especially for you.

He became silent. So she wasn't considering him as a close friend if she didn't want to tell. He thought different for a second but...she was right, he was no friend.

- Were you ever in love, Mr Morgan? - he heard her voice from behind one of trunks. She probably lied on her bed.

- F'course I was. But if you askin' me 'bout those things ya need to share with me first, ya know? What are those Interests of heart, huh?

She took deep breath. After few seconds she knew how to tell it without being obvious.

- I just fell in love with someone who will never accept me. He's good friend and that's only reason I didn't tell him yet. But I know....I heard what's he talking about me, no need to share my feelings with him, because he considers me strongly as a friend, nothing more. It would make our relationship awkward.

He furrowed his brows. So she was seeing someone. He wondered who.

- That sounds a lil' bit bad, kiddo. Maybe I don't look like but I know how to have a broken heart - he said as his eyes become glossy. She couldn't see them anyway, so he didn't hold back thinking about Mary right now - But if it's your friend he shouldn't judge ya, ya know. Even if he doesn't share feelings with you. You sure, he does not?

- One hundred percent sure - she said that very slowly because those words left bitter on her tongue - and I'm not afraid of being judged, I just know it would destroy our friendship.

- He's no friend then - Arthur replied shortly. He felt like dumbass but if she liked talking to him about all of this he felt appreciated.

Iris took deep breath. You are a friend. The closest one I have now after those weeks that passed. And I will cherish you forever, even if your lack of knowledge will hurt me sometimes.

- He is. About this I'm sure. I really love this person. Thank you, Mr Morgan for listening to me - it sounded like she thanked him for listening but she was actually thanking him for everything.

It seemed like yesterday when they rescued her but it wasn't. Many days passed and she already shared with him many thoughts but also many jobs, even dangerous one. They robbed trains together after all. They was murdering together. And every evening they were lying in their beds and talking. They usually looked at their tent's ceiling but she didn't mind. He seemed so sad and distanced, always worried. She also noticed his extremely low self-esteem, he always was talking that he's not good man and that he's stupid on account being hit on the head to often.

She had fallen asleep to those thoughts.

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Family of Six (5/14)

After James and Rose bring their newborn twins home, they work to find a balance between all four of their children, and each other. Ten x Rose AU, Soulmates AU.

This chapter:Teen, 7500 words

Ages of the Tyler-McCrimmons at the start of the chapter: James: 39, Rose: 33, Ainsley: 9, Sianin: (almost) 6, Twins: 3 weeks

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Note: This chapter has some slight warnings for allusions to child abuse, as well as implying an underage relationship (between a 17- and 18-year-old).

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Robert walked into the house, immediately spotting the almost-birthday girl. 

“Happy Birthday, Sianin my darling,” he said, crouching down for a hug. She bolted into his open arms and he stood with her.

“It’s not actually my birthday yet, Grandad,” she said matter-of-factly.

“It’s not?” he asked, his jaw dropping.

Sianin giggled as she shook her head. “Nope! It’s not ‘til tomorrow.”

“Oh…” Robert glanced down at the small pile of packages in the bag he’d been carrying. “I guess I can’t give you your presents yet, then?”

“No, no,” Sianin said hastily, looking panicked. “The party’s my pretend birthday, so we’re still doing cake and presents and everything.”

Robert laughed and blew a raspberry into her neck, making her shriek and squirm in his arms. After giving her a final squeeze and a kiss, he set Sianin on her feet and turned to greet his other granddaughter. He couldn’t quite pick Ainsley up anymore, but he gave her a great big hug that lifted her off her toes for a few seconds.

“Mum’s in the kitchen,” she announced. “And Dad went out to get more ice cream.”

Robert stepped into the kitchen and saw Rose at the counter chopping vegetables.

“Hi Dad!” she said, grinning. “I’d give you a hug, but, well…” She brandished the knife in her hand.

“I’ll get one later,” he said. “Do you need some help?”

“Nah, I think I’ve got it covered.”

“Lookie what Elena and Juliette drew me!”

Sianin skipped into the kitchen, waving her right arm. He saw a bunch of little doodles, including a birthday cake with six candles and three stick figures in pointy party hats. He remembered the days when James would proudly show him and Vera the drawings Rose had made for him, especially on holidays.

“That’s lovely,” Rose said.

“I wish they could come to my party,” Sianin sighed, tracing her fingertip over the ink on her arm.

“Soon, darling,” Robert soothed.

“Nuh uh! I have to wait ‘til I’m eighteen, but that’s ages away!” Sianin whined, slumping dramatically across the table.

“It’ll be here before you know it,” Rose said sympathetically. “And it’ll be well worth the wait.”

“Your first meeting with your soulmates is going to be utterly magical and spectacular,” Robert chimed in. “It’ll be one of the best days of your life, and you’ll look back and realize that the wait wasn’t as long as you’d thought.”

Sianin made a small noise of disbelief. “What was your first meeting like, Grandad?”

“It was… incredible,” he said softly, his chest aching with a combination of sorrow, longing, and joy as the memory conjured itself in his mind.

“I’m leaving as soon as I’m eighteen. I can’t stand to be in this house a moment longer,” he’d written onto his arms one night. His father had, once again, taken Robert’s entire paycheck from his job at the butcher’s for not only rent, but more liquor too.

“I’m so sorry about your dad,” Vera replied. And after a beat, she wrote, “Where would you go?”

“I don’t care. Anywhere. I’ll hide out in the shop after it closes. I’ll go to a group home. I’ll live in a goddamned park if I have to.”

“Don’t do that! It’s January for God’s sake! You’d freeze to death!”

“I can’t stay in this house anymore, Vee.”

She was quiet for a long time. Long enough that Robert brushed his teeth and crawled into bed for the night. He kept his bedside lamp on for a few minutes longer, hoping she hadn’t fallen asleep already.

Finally, she wrote back. “Well… if you want… my house has got plenty of spare rooms. My parents said they wouldn’t mind (that’s where I was just now).”

Her words came slowly, as though she was nervous to say them.

His heart lifted, but he tried to quash the hope.

“We can’t meet yet, darling,” he said, wishing so badly they could. “You know that.”

“I know. But…” There was a long pause. “What difference would ten months make? No one would report you or anything. And if they did, they’d have me to reckon with. Just think about it? Please?”

Robert told her that he would, even though a larger piece of him told him it was probably impossible.

As his eighteenth birthday grew nearer and nearer, Robert started to seriously consider Vera’s offer. A recent winter snowstorm made him rethink some of his previous ideas. However, she hadn’t brought it up again, which made him nervous that she regretted her invitation. 

Then one night his father gave him a split lip for not forking over the entirety of his latest paycheck. His father had hit him before, but mostly uncoordinated swats or a tightly-gripped arm. Never hard enough to draw blood or a bruise. Then again, Robert had never withheld money from his father before. Robert had begun working longer hours, squirreling away the extra money for when he could finally meet Vera. But his father had somehow found out and confronted him about it.

Robert had gone to bed without dinner and his money, near tears with anger, frustration, and helplessness.

“Hey, Vee?”

“Yeah, love?”

Her quick reply made his tears spill over. He wiped them away when they rolled into his raw lip.

“I was wondering…” He couldn’t bring himself to get the words out. He felt pathetic.

“Wondering?” she coaxed.

“What you said about your house having plenty of spare rooms. Is that… Could I…”

He started and crossed out several sentences before Vera said, “You are more than welcome to come stay with me and my mum and dad. More than welcome.” She underlined those words heavily. “You’re family. Have been for as long as we’ve been soulmated. My parents already consider you to be their son.”

His tears started up again in earnest, and all he managed to say was, “Thank you.”

Barely a week later, Robert found himself on the train headed to Scotland. He’d packed the barest of essentials: clothing, mostly, as well as a few books and all of the letters he and Vera had exchanged over the years. His entire life—the last eighteen years—fit in one medium-sized suitcase and a backpack. Looking at how little he had made Robert feel hollow inside.

The train ride took forever. He tried to distract himself with a book, but couldn’t silence his racing thoughts. His father had been furious when he realized his son was leaving. Robert had hoped to be out of the house before he had woken up. Alas, his father stumbled into the kitchen as Robert was writing a brief note telling him he was leaving and never returning.

His father had shouted at him and lunged for him, but was too hungover to properly do any damage. Robert grabbed his suitcase and used it to push his father to the side, then he left the house behind without ever looking back.

Robert knew his father’s fury wasn’t due to any emotional attachment; it was simply because a source of income was gone. Robert had learned ages ago not to expect an ounce of love or affection from his father. The only thing he did learn was what kind of father he himself wanted to be, if he and Vera were lucky enough to have children one day. He would be the sort of father his children could come to without hesitation, without fear, and know that they would be loved endlessly and eternally, no matter what.

Ignoring the lingering guilt of leaving his father behind, Robert had walked all the way to the train station. He’d bought a ticket with the small amount of money he’d managed to hide from his father. Finally free, Robert was now on his way to meet the woman he’d loved his whole life.

After the train ride, he hailed a taxi to Vera’s home. If his calculations were correct, the drive would use up the last of his money, leaving him penniless and homeless to meet his soulmate.

“A great start,” he scoffed to himself.

He gave the driver the address and slouched in the back seat as he was driven out of the city to a small neighboring town. Even then, they bypassed the town until they were in a wooded area. He grew nervous that maybe he’d gotten the address wrong. But he’d been sending letters to her for years, and she’d always gotten them.

The driver made an abrupt turn that had Robert clinging to the seat to keep from toppling. The car wound through trees on a narrow, bumpy road before turning onto a long dirt road. The dirt road was actually a driveway that opened up to a huge old manor house.

Robert’s eyes widened as he took in the beautiful home with the pristine white wrap-around porch and the wide expanse of grass around it. There was a tree line beyond the house, stretching out farther than Robert could see. His stomach lurched and his heart hammered. This was where Vera lived? It was like a castle.

Self-consciousness burned like acid in the back of his throat, and he was painfully aware of his tattered, ill-fitting clothes and unkempt hair and dusty shoes.

The taxi pulled to a stop. Robert fought against the impulse to tell the driver he’d gotten the wrong address and to take him back to the train station. But he couldn’t afford another taxi ride into the city. Or a new train ticket.

A flash of movement caught his eye, and Robert saw a girl with dark brown hair jump off the front porch, not bothering with the steps as she ran towards him. His stomach unknotted and he fumbled for the door handle.

“Robert! Robert!”

She had the most beautiful voice in the world. It made his knees tremble, and he was sure he was about to fall face-first into the frozen ground.

“Robert!” she shouted again. Her face was split into a wide grin. She was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

“Vera,” he breathed. He forced his legs to stay steady as he took a few steps towards her. His stride grew longer and longer until he was running too.

She flung her arms wide and he followed suit half a second before their bodies slammed together. The breath left his lungs in a gasp, and he heard her make a similar noise. Then he was being held and squeezed by the person he loved most in the world.

“You’re here!” she cried.

She pulled back from their embrace, tears streaming down her cheeks. It was an automatic response for him to lift his hands to cradle her cheeks, swiping at her tears with his thumbs. He didn’t realize he was crying too until she copied his movements.

“Hi!” she giggled, beaming at him.

“Hi,” he whispered, leaning forward to rest his forehead against hers. He caught a whiff of her shampoo. She smelled amazing.

“I can’t believe it’s you,” she said, running her fingers through his hair, then down his cheek, before resting her palm against his chest. “You’re here. Oh! Happy Birthday!”

She lifted onto her toes and pecked a kiss to his cheek, then rocked back onto her heels, her cheeks pink.

“This is the best birthday I’ve ever had,” he told her honestly, his eyes flickering across her face, memorizing every detail. She was more lovely than his imagination had been able to conjure; he didn’t think he would ever grow tired of looking at her.

Robert was then aware that the taxi was pulling off down the driveway.

“My things,” he protested, turning, but he saw a middle-aged man and woman holding his suitcase and backpack. “I… I didn’t pay him.”

“We’ve got it,” Vera’s mother said gently, stepping up to him. “Our birthday gift to you.”

She set his backpack on the ground and opened her arms in an invitation for a hug, one that he stepped in to. He held himself somewhat stiffly for a second—wasn’t it awkward to hug a virtual stranger?—but the hug felt so nice that he couldn’t help but relax into it.

“We’re so happy to see you,” she whispered into his ear, then she kissed his cheek.

She released him, and he turned to Vera’s father. Despite his enormous size—he stood at least half a foot taller than Robert’s six feet—his face was kind and there were laugh lines around his mouth and eyes.

Robert stuck out his hand to shake his, but was instead pulled into another hug, to his surprise.

“Welcome,” Vera’s father said, giving him a firm squeeze. He pulled away and ruffled Robert’s hair.

His cheeks burned with an odd mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. 

Vera skipped up beside him and hugged his arm to her chest, then twined her fingers through his.

“Are you hungry?” Vera’s mother asked. “Nobody’s eaten lunch yet. Let’s go inside and out of this cold. C’mon my dears.”

Vera’s parents picked up his bags and began walking hand-in-hand towards the house. Before he could follow them, Vera gave his hand a squeeze and tugged at his arm. He looked down at her and couldn’t help but smile. He was finally with his soulmate. She returned the expression, then reached up and rested her palm on his cheek.

“I love you,” she said softly.

He thought his heart might collapse in on itself, and he was slightly mortified to feel tears welling in his throat. Swallowing them away, he covered her hand with his and turned his head to the side to press a long kiss to her palm. He took her hand off his face and brought her knuckles to his lips.

“I love you, too,” he murmured into her skin. “So very much.”

Her face was beautifully pink, and he couldn’t resist kissing her fingers again. He then tucked her small hand into his and followed the people that would become his new family into the house.

“Awww.” Sianin’s dreamy coo brought Robert out of his own head and back to the kitchen.

Of course, Robert had skimmed over the details of his father and had expanded upon the details of Vera, but he stayed as close to the truth as he could.

“That sounds lovely,” Rose breathed, misty-eyed. Robert realized with a start this was the first he’d told Rose about his first meeting with Vera.

“It was,” he said simply.

Robert stuck his hand into his pocket for his wallet. When he withdrew it, he opened it up and took a small faded photograph from within. The photo was of a lanky, messy-haired boy with his arm around a petite brown-haired girl. They were both beaming.

“Look at this,” Robert said, sliding the photo across the table so his granddaughter could see. “That’s the day we met.”

“Oh!” Rose clasped her hands to her chest and smiled down at the picture.

“You look like Daddy,” Sianin observed.

“No, your daddy looks like him,” Rose corrected. When Sianin frowned in confusion, she clarified, “A child looks like their parent, not the other way ‘round, since the parent made the child.”

Sianin ignored her mother and instead looked down at the photo again. “She’s very pretty. She looks like Ainsley.” Sianin then glanced sidelong at Rose. “Er… I mean, Ainsley looks like her.”

“She was the prettiest girl I’d ever met… apart from my beautiful little granddaughters.”

He lifted up Sianin’s party hat and ruffled his fingers through her hair. She squealed and ducked out of his touch, but he caught her around the waist and peppered kisses across her neck and cheeks just to hear her laugh again.

“I love you,” he whispered to her.

“Love you too, Grandad,” she said, breathless and beaming.

The front door then opened, and James called out, “I’m back! And some guests have arrived. Sian, your mate Emma is here.”

Sianin scurried out from Robert’s arms and darted to the front of the house. He watched her go with a fond smile.

He picked up the photograph of him and Vera and tucked it safely into his wallet behind James and Rose’s latest family Christmas photo. He made a mental note to ask Rose if she had any family photos that included the twins, and if he could get a copy.

“Meeting before she turned eighteen… how scandalous.” Rose stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth as she smirked at him.

Robert rolled his eyes. “You know how big the manor house is… I had my own bedroom, and she had hers.”

“And how long did it take before you started sharing?” Rose teased knowingly.

“Longer than it took you and James,” Robert replied sweetly, laughing at the deep blush staining her cheeks and neck. “You know, I never did thank you.”

Rose frowned. “For what?”

“Being there for James when he needed you the most. And me.”

“Dad…” Her voice was soft as she approached him. She rested her hands on his cheeks and said, “You will never need to thank me for that. For either of you. I love you and James so much. I didn’t hesitate. You both needed me, so I went.”

He smiled at her.

“I love you,” he said, taking her hands off his cheeks to kiss the backs of her knuckles.

“I love you, too.” After a beat, she said, “By the way, your dad was an absolute wanker and you deserved so much better.”

“Yeah, he was,” Robert agreed. He hadn’t spared his father a single thought over the last fifty years except the day he was notified his father had passed away. He didn’t bother going to the funeral, and Vera hadn’t pressed it. “But he doesn’t matter. He was my past. I found a new home, a new life, in Vera. Then also in James. And now with you and my granddaughters, too. My life is so full, and I wouldn’t change anything.”

“Not anything,” Rose mumbled, her eyes going sad.

A familiar ache wrapped itself around Robert’s heart.

“I still miss her,” Rose confessed.

“I do too, darling.” He took Rose into his arms and rocked her from side to side. “But I still wouldn’t change anything. Even if it meant having her back, I wouldn’t erase a second of the time I’ve had with you and my grandchildren.”

Rose squeezed him tightly, then let him go to return to the vegetable chopping.

The guests began arriving in a steady trickle, with James and Sianin greeting everyone while Rose finished up the work in the kitchen. When she was able to join the party, she saw everyone was split into groups. Sianin was playing on the floor with the five friends she’d been allowed to invite, while the adults—their family members, mostly—cooed at the two sleeping bundles in James and Jackie’s arms.

“Oh, Rose, they’re simply beautiful!”

“They’re adorable!”

“Wow, you’re looking amazing, Rose!”

Rose dutifully smiled and accepted everyone’s compliments, shooting James a wink whenever anyone congratulated her on their beautiful babies. It was a running joke between them that she got all of the praise for making their children, as though they’d magicked themselves into being rather than have any contribution from him.

Ainsley was the lone misfit of the party. She was too old to play with Sianin and her friends, but too young to be fully integrated in the adults’ conversations. As a result, she hopped between groups and often hovered by the twins, helping whoever happened to be holding them.

“No Sylvia today?”

Rose looked over at her husband’s voice, not realizing new guests had arrived.

Donna, Lee—who was holding little Joshua—and Wilf stepped into the foyer. Rose went over to greet them with a hug and kiss apiece, including a raspberry for Joshua.

“Mum was indisposed,” Donna said, giving Rose a meaningful look.

“Everyone’s in the living room,” Rose said. “The pizza should be here soon, but there are nibbles to pick at in the meantime. Drinks are in the kitchen; Donna, want to lend me a hand?”

Donna gladly followed Rose into the kitchen and away from prying ears.

“Indisposed, eh?” Rose asked when they were alone.

Donna went to a bottle of wine, pouring some into a paper cup.

“We sort of… had a falling out,” Donna admitted once she drained half the cup in one go. Rose stayed silent, letting Donna gather her thoughts and continue her story, if she wanted. “Lee and I decided we want another baby.”

“That’s exciting!”

“Thanks. Mum didn’t think so. Joshua’s a little bit… behind the other kids his age,” Donna admitted, her cheeks turning pink. “Developmentally. The doctors said it’s nothing to be too concerned about yet. But he’s nearly two and hasn’t started walking yet. And because he isn’t walking, we can’t even think about preparing to toilet train him.”

“He’ll get there,” Rose assured. “And toilet training is a long way off. He’s not even two yet.”

“That what I’ve been saying, but Mum thinks Lee and I are doing Joshua a disservice by trying to have another baby when we’re… what did she say?” Donna frowned and stared off into the distance while she tried to remember. “Oh! When we’re neglecting the child we already have.”

Rose gasped, a combination of sympathy and anger bubbling up within her. “Oh, Donna.”

“Yeah. So now of course I’m worrying that maybe Mum’s right, and that we should try to get Joshua the help he needs before our lives are thrown into chaos from a new baby.”

“But you said the doctors weren’t concerned, so what help does he need?” Rose asked, puzzled.

“Exactly! I dunno, Rose. This is all so hard. I’m terrified I’m not doing the right thing for my child. But what more can Lee or I do? We have him in nursery, so he gets socialized with other kids his age and is with professional childcare experts. And when we come home, it’s not like we ignore him or anything. We play with him, we read to him, we try and get him to want to walk, but he absolutely refuses. He screams his little head off and starts crying for us to pick him up. Or he just happily crawls everywhere.”

Donna sighed and scrubbed her fist into her forehead. Rose stepped up and wrapped Donna in a loose hug.

“I love Joshua so much,” Donna whispered. “God, I love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone. But I just… want another baby before I get too old.”

Rose nodded, understanding all too well what the other woman was going through.

“Needless to say, Mum and I had it out.” Donna shook her head in dismay. “I told her if she wasn’t going to accept and support her grandson as he was, then she wasn’t going to have the privilege of seeing him at all. I’m not going to let her stand around and talk down about him where he can hear her. He might only be a little boy, but I’m sure he can understand more than we realize.”

“Good for you,” Rose murmured, rubbing a hand up and down Donna’s back. “I’m sorry about your mum though.”

“And I feel awful for putting Gramps in the middle of it. I feel like I’ve made him choose between his daughter and his granddaughter.”

Rose gave her a comforting squeeze, and once Donna had composed herself, they joined the party.

Their house was loud, hectic, and full of people—the twins handled it well though, considering this was their first time around so many other people. Rose and James ran themselves ragged, making sure that not only were their babies satisfied, but that all of their guests were attended to, especially Sianin and her friends. They appeared to be content to stay as a group and play together. 

The family all tripped over themselves to have a turn with the twins. Rose hadn’t needed to change a nappy or comfort a crying infant all afternoon. Her mother and James’s dad in particular seemed to self-appoint themselves as the babies’ caretakers, and were often disappearing into the nursery with one of the twins.

“Hey Dad? We’re doing the cake soon.” Rose leaned up against the door frame of the nursery and found her father-in-law sitting in the rocking chair, bottle-feeding one of the babies. Hannah, she thought, but she couldn’t quite see her daughter’s face well enough to distinguish.

“I hope you don’t mind?” he said sheepishly. “James gave me a bottle out of the fridge.”

“It’s fine,” Rose assured. Because she breastfed, it was rare for somebody other than her to feed the babies. She knew Robert enjoyed the task though.

The sight of her nursing daughter made her breasts become tender. She would have to sneak away and pump soon. “I was just saying, we were about ready to do the cake. Did you want us to wait for you?”

“Nah, it’s all right,” he said. “I’ll join you when she’s done.”

Rose nodded and moved back to the kitchen, where she found James sticking six candles into the chocolate cake before sampling a bit of the peanut butter icing.

“I’m sure it doesn’t taste that different from when you made it last night,” Rose drawled, smacking at his hand.

“Well, you never know,” he said innocently. “A good scientist always performs an experiment to test that his hypothesis is still valid.”

“Uh huh,” Rose said dubiously. “Last I checked, scientists weren’t supposed to go around licking the science.”

“Oh… well… ehm…” James floundered for a few moments before turning away from her for the matches. “Is Dad coming? I set him up with Hannah and a bottle a few minutes ago.”

“He said to go on without him,” Rose answered. “After this, I’m gonna need to go pump unless I want my tits to start leaking all over the place.”

“Just not on the cake,” James said, pulling it away from her.

She swatted him halfheartedly, then went into the living room to let everyone know the cake was coming out in a minute. When she returned to the kitchen, James was touching a lit match to the last candle. The flame had burnt close to his fingers, and he hissed as he quickly blew it out and dropped the smoking match into the sink.

“Ready?” she asked, grabbing her camera off the kitchen island.

“As I’ll ever be,” he said, picking up the pan.

Rose guided him out into the living room, flicking the lights off as she did so. Sianin looked up excitedly at her and James as they approached and began to sing. As they sang, Sianin looked around the room at her family and friends before she stared into the flickering candles on the cake that James set on the coffee table in front of her.

Rose loved getting this shot, when the candles reflected in her child’s eyes and cast shadows across her face. If it wasn’t such a hazard, she would love to have fire in all of the photoshoots she did.

She took as many photos as she could of Sianin’s face scrunching up as she thought of a wish, then of her cheeks puffing up as she blew out her candles. The room broke into applause as she extinguished them all in one breath.

Sianin carefully pulled the candles out of the cake and licked off the crumbs and icing clinging to the waxy surface.

“We’ll all get some cake and ice cream, then we’ll do presents,” Rose said, carrying the cake back into the kitchen.

“You can go pump, I’ve got this,” James said, making a shooing motion with his hands.

Rose skipped up to him and pecked a kiss to his cheek in thanks.

When she returned, her breasts feeling much more comfortable, Sianin ripped through the multitude of gifts everyone brought for her. As soon as all the gifts were opened, she and her friends took over half the toys out of the packaging and began playing with them.

Rose sat back on the couch with a piece of cake and her camera. She took shots of all of the family as everyone began to wind down from the excitement of the party. The parents of Sianin’s friends would be arriving soon to pick up their kids, and hopefully that would entice the rest of the family to leave too. Being a party host was utterly exhausting and Rose was ready to have her house to herself again.

“Rose! Rose, come look! Quick!”

Rose lowered the camera from where she was about to catch a photo of Sianin and Ainsley. She turned towards her husband. He was sitting on the sofa with Maddie lying in the cradle of his thighs.

“She smiled at me,” he said. “I swear it. She actually, properly smiled at me!”

“Oh, don’t be stupid,” Jackie scoffed, even as she walked towards him. “She’s too little to smile.”

Rose rolled her eyes at her mother and had to bite her tongue to keep from reprimanding her in front of the other guests. She instead snapped a quick photo of James holding Maddie before she went to stand behind him. She draped her arms around his shoulders and looked down at their three-week-old baby who, as much as she didn’t want to admit her mother was right, probably hadn’t actually smiled at James.

“Do you want to smile for Mummy? Do you want to smile for Mummy? Or are you gonna be shy? No need to be shy, my darling, not with those beautiful big dimple-wimples and those lovely pink wittle gummy-wummies. Want to flash Daddy your gummy-wummies? Eh?”

Rose smiled fondly at her husband as he dissolved into his rarely-used baby babble. But then, as James started talking about her “big blue eyesie-wisies”, the baby’s lips quirked up and her eyes scrunched as she grinned.

“Oh!”

“Look at that beautiful wittle smile!” James crooned. “Maddie-Waddie has a beautiful wittle smile-wile, doesn’t she?”

Rose brought her camera up and, heedless of trying to get the perfect shot, began snapping photos at random, hoping that at least one would turn out well.

“Anybody would smile at your daddy’s silly voice,” Rose cooed. “Wouldn’t they? He sounds so funny, doesn’t he?”

“Yes he does,” James sang. “Yes he does!”

A crowd had formed a semi-circle around them, hoping to get a glimpse of Maddie’s first smiles. Everyone began making silly faces and speaking gibberish to try to be the next person to make a three-week-old baby miraculously smile; all they managed to do, however, was overstimulate her and send her into a whimpering fit.

oOoOo

Once all the partygoers had departed for the evening, the James and Rose collapsed in an exhausted heap on the couch. Everyone and everything was quiet. The twins had fallen asleep, and Sianin disappeared into her room with Ainsley to play with her new toys.

“We should clean up,” James mumbled, even as he rested his head on the back of the couch and closed his eyes.

“Mhm,” Rose agreed, sitting in a similar position. “In a moment, though.”

“Maybe two moments,” James replied.

They each dozed for the next hour, and when they awoke, they were groggy but somewhat refreshed. They used their rejuvenated energy to clean up the worst of the mess from the party.

They weren’t particularly hungry when dinnertime rolled around, but knew they ought to eat something more substantial than the snacks and birthday cake they’d eaten that afternoon.

“Ainsley, Sianin, are you hungry?” James called out as he moved down the hall. “We’ve got some leftover pizza.”

He leaned against the door frame of Sianin’s room; his daughters were playing with the multi-tiered toy car ramp that Jackie had brought as a gift.

“Girls, are you hungry?”

“A little,” Ainsley said, looking up at him. Sianin continued playing with her toy.

“Well, food’s in the kitchen,” he said, thumbing behind him.

When he returned, Rose was sprinkling cheese on top of her salad as she nibbled on a slice of cold pizza. He scooped out his own salad and stole a bite of Rose’s pizza, earning him a smack on the shoulder.

A few minutes later, Ainsley skipped into the kitchen alone.

“Sianin not hungry?” Rose asked.

“She’s angry with you,” Ainsley said before putting a piece of pizza in the microwave.

James paused with his fork half way to his mouth; a bit of salad dressing dripped onto the table.

“What do you mean?” Rose asked.

“Sianin’s angry with you,” Ainsley repeated unhelpfully.

James looked over at Rose, who seemed just as puzzled as he was.

“Why is she angry?” Rose asked.

Ainsley shrugged. “Nobody paid attention to her at her party.”

“Sure they did,” James argued.

“Not according to her,” Ainsley replied, popping open the microwave door a second before it would have beeped.

James was utterly confused. Sianin looked like she’d had fun at her party; she played with her friends the entire afternoon.

He and Rose moved at the same time, setting down their forks and pushing away from the table to walk down the hall to Sianin’s bedroom. Their almost-six-year-old was sitting on the floor exactly how James had left her ten minutes ago.

The toy she was playing with had five car ramps that all circled around each other, and Sianin was using them to cause a massive pile-up in the center where all the ramps ended. James thought the various ramps were to race the cars against each other; leave it to his daughter to prefer making them all crash.

They knocked on her open bedroom door right as she made an explosion sound with her mouth.

Sianin looked up at them briefly, then returned her attention to her toy, resolutely ignoring them. For good measure, she even scooted further around, turning her back completely to them.

“What are you playing with, darling?” James asked softly.

“Cars,” she answered shortly.

“Looks like fun.”

“Yup.”

“Can Mummy and I join you?”

“No.”

James clenched his hands into fists, his nails biting into his palms. How had they not noticed before that Sianin was upset?

“Why not, love?” Rose asked, stepping into the room.

She crouched in front of Sianin while James sat on the bed behind his wife. Sianin shrugged.

“Are you angry with us?” James asked quietly.

Sianin shrugged again.

“What’s the matter, darling?”

Many long seconds passed before she grumbled, “I hate the babies. They’re stupid and take up all the attention. It was my birthday party but everyone only wanted to see them.”

James’s chest caved in on itself, snatching the air from his lungs. “This is the first anyone has seen the twins. It was exciting for them.”

Sianin continued on as if he hadn’t spoken. “And when I blew out my candles, Grandad wasn’t even there. Then everyone went to go see Maddie smile. How is smiling that big a deal anyway? Everyone smiles.”

“That was her first smile, love.” Rose’s voice shook slightly. “There’s only one first smile.”

“What about a sixth birthday party?” Sianin shouted. “I only turn six once but no one cares ‘cos the babies are here instead!”

“That’s not true…”

“It is true. Everyone wanted to be with the babies instead of me.”

“We’re sorry, darling. Truly. But your sisters are very little and…”

“You’re making excuses!” she screamed, angry tears beginning to leak down her cheeks. She swiped at her face and said, “I don’t want you here. Leave me alone!”

James froze on the bed, not knowing what to do. He wanted to stay and comfort his child, but he was the reason his child needed comforting.

“Sianin, we’re so sorry…”

“Go away,” she wailed. “Go away!”

Rose stood up and tugged James to his feet. Together they exited Sianin’s bedroom, and after they made it a few steps down the hall, they heard her door slam shut, making them both flinch.

“Shit,” Rose whimpered, digging the heels of her hands into her eyes. “Shit!”

“What a mess,” James agreed, rubbing his hand up and down Rose’s arm. “We’ll let her cool off, then talk to her again.”

When they walked back into the kitchen, Ainsley was just finishing up her pizza.

“Told you she was angry.”

“Yes, thank you Ainsley,” James snapped.

Ainsley held up her hands defensively, then pushed back from the table to put her plate in the full sink.

“Can you help me load the dishwasher?” James asked.

“Don’t you want to finish eating?” Ainsley asked.

“Not very hungry. I ate too much at the party,” he lied. In truth, his appetite had been obliterated upon seeing Sianin’s distress. He dumped his salad into the trash and together, he and Ainsley filled the dishwasher to capacity then hand-washed the rest.

The evening passed slowly, with Ainsley and Rose reading on the couch and James pretending to read while his brain whirred frantically to figure out how to fix things with Sianin. Sure, a lot of the family had spent time with the twins, but they’d also spent time with Sianin, hadn’t they? And besides, Sianin had been with her friends for most of the party.

Unless she’d been with her friends so much because everyone’s attention was elsewhere.

Bugger, he said to himself.

James got through nearly fifty pages of his book without absorbing a single word, but finally it was time to get the girls ready for bed. Sianin was still in her room but playing with a different toy when he went to summon her.

“Sianin, bath time.”

“No. I don’t want to,” she said.

“Well, you have to,” he countered. “Come on.”

“I’ll do it myself,” she said, grudgingly getting to her feet. “Without you.”

“You can’t be in the bathtub by yourself,” he said. “It’s not safe.”

Sianin huffed out an annoyed breath, pushed past him, and marched to the loo.

“I’m gonna do it!” she said when he turned on the water out of habit.

“Sorry,” he said, turning it off.

He gestured for her to go ahead and turn on the tap and adjust the temperature however she wanted it. It took her much, much longer than it would have taken him, and he cringed as she stuck her hand under the stream when she had the dial set all the way to hot.

She yelped and yanked her hand away, then turned the tap to make it cold.

In the end, the bathtub was filled with water that was only tepid at best, but Sianin didn’t say a word as she stripped and lowered herself into the tub.

It was one of the most torturous bath times James had ever been a part of. Sianin was utterly silent and efficient in her movements, and she snapped at him whenever he tried to assist her.

“I’m trying to help,” he said defensively, setting down the shampoo bottle he’d been trying to hand to her. “Don’t be angry with me for that.”

Finally, Sianin finished bathing herself and stood up out of the now-cold water and drained the tub. Goosebumps prickled across her skin and she began shivering lightly as she pulled a towel around her body. Rather than dry herself off, Sianin hugged her towel tighter, a frown etched into her face.

“A bit chilly?” he asked gently.

She didn’t say anything.

“Do you want a warm Daddy hug?” he asked, opening his arms.

Sianin sniffed. “I can do it myself.”

“Of course you can,” he said. “But there’s no harm in getting a bit of help, too. Daddy will always be here to help his little girl, no matter what.”

Sianin glowered at the floor for a long minute before she stepped into his open arms. Her body was damp, but he pulled her close anyway. As soon as she was ensconced in his embrace, a violent shudder rippled through her body.

“My bath was cold,” she muttered sadly.

“I know,” he said. “You’ll get better at figuring out the right temperature.”

He held her in his arms for a few minutes, trying to warm her up. When her shivering subsided, he let her step away to dry herself off then change into pajamas. After she brushed her teeth, he followed her to her bedroom and dried her hair, but when he grabbed a book off the shelf, Sianin shook her head.

“I don’t want a bedtime story tonight,” she said, tucking herself further into her blankets.

“No?” he asked, his heart falling.

“No.”

“Okay,” he sighed. “If you change your mind, or want to talk, Mummy and I are always here for you.” He set the books back and stepped up to her. He kissed her forehead and whispered, “I love you, Sianin.”

“G’night,” she said, and she turned away from him.

James exited the room, pulling the door shut behind him. With a heavy exhale, he walked to Ainsley’s ajar bedroom door, and saw her sitting up in bed, reading.

“Did Mum read aloud with you?” he asked wearily, digging his forefinger into his eyes.

“Yeah,” she said. “Only a couple pages though ‘cos Hannah started crying.”

James stepped into the room. “Let’s finish out the chapter, eh?”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to,” Ainsley said.

“I want to.” And he did. Bedtime stories were one of his favorite parts of the night, and it killed him that one of his children hadn’t wanted one that night.

Ainsley scooted to the far edge of her mattress, giving him plenty of space to sit beside her.

“Is Sianin okay?” Ainsley asked, feathering her fingers through the pages of the book.

“She will be. She’s just a little upset tonight,” he answered. “Can you do me a really big favor? If she comes to you and wants to talk, can you listen? Or if she wants to sleep with you, can you let her? Let me and Mum know if it becomes a problem, but at least for the next couple of nights?”

Ainsley nodded, and he flashed her a small smile. “Thank you. Now, what’s going on with Harry and his mates?”

He lounged with his eldest as she read about the trio’s adventures with the Polyjuice potion. When she finished, he tucked her in, kissed her forehead, then turned off the lights. He pulled her door shut behind him, then made his way back to the living room.

Rose was sitting with the twins on the couch.

“That was the worst bedtime in the history of bedtimes,” he announced dramatically as he plopped into the seat beside her.

Rose pursed her lips in sympathy. “Hopefully Sian’s in a better mood tomorrow.”

“Yeah. God, I’m knackered. The party was exhausting enough, now our kid hates us.”

“I don’t think she hates us, James,” Rose said. “She’s just… upset.”

He grunted in reply. “Have we done something wrong? Did we not prepare her enough for having baby siblings?”

“I don’t know,” Rose admitted. “Let’s try not to worry about it too much now. There’s nothing we can do. Tomorrow, we’ll talk to her and see how we can help her adjust better.”

“Yeah. I wish we could’ve ended the day on better terms. This was supposed to be her day, after all. It was supposed to be fun.”

Rose didn’t say anything. She instead rested her head on his shoulder.

James pressed a kiss to her hair and stroked his fingers absently up and down one of the twins’ backs.

“Want her?” Rose asked.

“Please.” He slipped his hands beneath his baby’s tiny body and took her into his arms.

While his heart still hurt for Sianin, holding another of his daughters helped soothe the ache. The feel of her warm, solid body released a cocktail of hormones that loosened his taut muscles and attenuated his anxiety.

He brushed his lips across the top of her head, inhaling her fresh baby scent as he did so.

“Love you loads, my darling girl,” he murmured, kissing her again. “Which one are you, eh? Daddy promises he’ll get better at determining it.”

“You’ve got Mads.”

“How do you do that so easily?” he huffed.

“Well, I was the one who changed them into new outfits, and I knew Maddie was in purple while Hannah was in black,” Rose teased, knocking her shoulder into his.

James stuck his tongue out at her, but pressed a kiss to her temple.

“I love you, Rose.”

“I love you, too. We’ll get through this, James. I promise. We’ll figure it out.”

He nuzzled his cheek into her hair, taking comfort from her presence as they both lapsed into silence.

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Kid Roman playing as a knight and kid Patton playing as his prince?

WC: 1,635

ships: Romantic Analogical

warnings: Swords, uuhhhhhh just a bunch of fluff really XD 

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“Papa! Pa!“

“Dad!!”

Dark blue eyes behind a pair of square glasses peeked out of this days newspaper, one of his eyebrows was drawn up in question when he saw the two ever bubbly kids.

Roman, the youngest, had a red cape flowing behind him and if he squinted he could see it wasn’t actually a cape at all. Rather one of the red shirts that he occasionally wears. A big toothy grin was on his face as he raised up a cardboard cut out of a sword.

Patton, however, had on a huge yellow crown, a cardboard crown that was way too big for his head and kept falling off his curly brown hair. His pale blue eyes were sparking behind his round glasses as he practically jumped in place. There was also a cape on his back but this one was much larger than Roman’s… And was one of their blankets…

“…Yes?”

The two kids were either vibrating in excitement or hoping in place. How they could have this much energy was beyond the older man. He envied them in a way.

“You have to appoint Roman as my knight!”

“Yes yes, Pa! Come on, please?”

The bubbly kid drew out his puppy eyes as he begged. Logan blinked in confusion. There was no reason for puppy eyes if they wanted him to do it that badly he’ll do it, if it’s possible and safe of course, but he was rather confused on what they were talking about.

“What? Appoint?”

“Yeah!” Roman pipped up, “Patton’s the prince he doesn’t have the power to! Only the king can do it!”

“Please! We have to defend the kingdom! Roman’s our only hope!”

“Wait… I’m the king?” Now Logan was more intrigued then confused. That is…interesting. Oh, the imagination of kids…

“Duh! Of course, you are! You and Virgil are the kings! Pattons the prince and I’m his knight! Weren’t you paying attention!”

Logan smiled at that, he just had to love the sass coming from him. He’s been hanging around with Virgil too much that’s for sure.

“Well… If that’s the case then sure. How does this work?”

Though he would rather have something else to be doing he has to admit this sounds a bit of fun. That and really he didn’t have anything planned this morning so he’ll play a bit with his kids. Why not right? Normally Virgil’s the one who plays with them, Logan’s the one that tucks them in after he wears them out. But why not change it a bit right?

They both cheered and danced a bit. Their grins only getting wider.

“Okay! Okay! You need a sword! A better one than this! Where can we find a better sword though…”

Patton huffed and crossed his arms thinking. Even his cheeks got larger as he thought and his huge eyes winkled. Logan felt a sense of love and adoration for his young one at the sight. While Roman looked around hobbling around this way and that to see if anything could work.

That’s when a thought occurred to Logan though it wasn’t a great one… And if Virgil found out he won’t be happy. But if they used it quick what’s the harm right?

“I know where we can find one.”

“You do?!”

“Yay! Where?”

“In Virgil’s closet. I think he has a fake sword in there. But we have to be careful with it alright? Won’t want your dad finding out we used his stuff okay?”

They both nodded and Logan could only hope they understood. It was fake sure but they still could injure themselves with it if they weren’t careful. That and he didn’t want them to damage it in any way.

So with that, they made their way to his and Virgil’s shared room with the two hyperactive kids following suit. Thankfully it was Saturday, the day Virgil works early or he would be home.

“You two stay here. There are some dangerous things in his closet I don’t want you two getting hurt.”

“Okay!”

“What kind of things? Are there monsters in there?”

“Not exactly. No.”

“Then what’s in there? Is it an armory?”

“No. It’s boring things. And things you two should not touch, that doesn’t mean it’s exciting. Now go sit on the bed this shouldn’t take too long,” Though when he turned around and opened the door he took a breath at seeing the cluster of things that are barely able to stay in the closet. Honestly, he had no idea how Virgil managed to stuff everything in here.

“Hopefully….”

It took about a half hour before he managed to find it, he had to go digging in deep. Normally he doesn’t go in Virgil’s closet at all and vise versa. They tend to keep to their own things. Though there were some things they are willing to share, like extra clothes if they wanted comfort when the other isn’t there, etc. Logan didn’t even know Virgil kept all this stuff. He had to be wary about going down memory lane. He’ll talk about it to him later. Right now though if he doesn’t hurry up the kids would lose interest and that’s never good.

But finally, he brought it out, it was a long almost solid black sword. Everything about it screamed edgy to the teacher but hey it’ll have to do. There was even a black gem on the hilt and what looked like a dragon wrapped around the metal. He must have gotten this before he met Logan, so maybe his teenage years? Oh, boy Logan will definitely tease Virgil about this later… Sure, Virgil did mention having a fake sword before but he hasn’t seen it before now and he could only guess why.

“Woah!!!”

“It’s so pretty, Lo!”

“Yes I suppose it is. Be careful touching it I don’t know what it could do.”

“We’re not five, of course, we will!”

“No, but your six. Not much of a difference, Roman.”

He glanced over to see Roman’s sticking out his tongue at him and Patton chuckling at the sight, “Yes yes very funny. Now,” He pulled the sword away from them straighting up, “What must I do to appoint Roman your knight, Patton?”

They both froze as if they completely forgot about why they were there. Then it hit them and Patton beamed.

“Oh yeah! Well, you have to say a few words then Roman does and that’s it! Simple as that!”

“Thats it? Well, that’s very simple. If you want to be accurate Roman has to test his strength, his loyalty, his durability, his-”

“That will take too long! I already know he’s my trusted knight! I trust my life with him!”

“That’s very-”

“Aw!! Really, Pat?”

Roman looked like he was about to cry as he turned to his older brother to which Patton smiled and hugged his brother.

“Why of course! I know you’ll protect me no matter what! You’ll face monsters, dragons, and dragons witches, just to keep me safe!”

“Y-Yes… Of course, I will!”

Okay, now Roman really looks like he’s about to cry. And yet again Logan felt that same sense of adoration in his heart. Oh, how he wished he had a brother like this when he was growing up…

Roman quickly backed out of the hug and wiped his eyes with his red sleeve then stood tall and determined. Properly the most determined Logan has ever seen the small kid.

Patton only giggled under his breath then cleared his throat, “Okay Lo, you have to say these words and mean it alright?”

“Sure…”

“And you do too Roman.”

“Of course!”

“Now repeat after me and place the sword on one of Romans shoulders!”

He did so while being extra careful not to hit Roman with it accidentally, as Patton continued on, “‘I hereby declare that Roman, the bravest and noble knight in all the lands, that he now serves under Patton the kindest Prince that has ever lived!’”

He repeated those words smiling a tad bit at seeing how serious this was for these kids. Even he had to admit, this was kinda fun.

“And now you Roman. ‘I solemnly swear that I will protect the kindest prince that has ever lived with everything I have!’”

Roman said his part with stars glittering in his eyes and Logan could practically see his body vibrating yet again.

Just for good measure, Logan moved the sword to the other side as well when Patton clapped his hands, “And there we go! Now your my knight Roman!”

The small child practically lunged into Roman’s arms giggling and laughing so hard it must be bouncing off the walls, only mirroring Roman’s laughter as well. Once they calmed down they both turned to Logan with such bright happy grins that it made him shocked a bit.

“Thank you so much, Lo! Now I am always safe in Roman’s hands!”

“Nah nah, it’s Knight Roman now!”

“That’s right!”

Logan smiled at them before looking at the time. Well… He doesn’t have to get back to work for some time… Maybe he could…

“You know…” They both froze and looked at him wide-eyed, “I could help you two with your kingdom… If you two want?”

Oh boy… He shouldn’t have said that. The instant he said it both their eyes went huge and their grins only got wider. Then they started bouncing on their toes. They looked so happy Logan was taken aback yet again he could only blink down at them.

“Oh yes please, Lo!!”

“We would love that King Logan!! Here I’ll show you your kingdom!”

As he was dragged away by the two energetic kids Logan had to admit. King Logan does have a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?

#logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #virgil #patton #logan #roman #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fic #thomas sanders #romantic analogical #royality #platonic royality #brother royality #lamp #family lamp #sanders sides au #sanders sides human au #my fics #human au

[nocte-argentea]

Stargazing

This is my contribution to @tyrias-library‘s Valentine’s event! The topic was a memorable date, so Altair took Vesper on a date to cheer her up after she had a really bad day! Cross-posted on Ao3.

Altair knew from the moment she walked in that Vesper had not had a great day.

It was late afternoon when she entered the guild’s tavern. He could see the bruises and dried blood on his girlfriend the second she came in. Was she limping as well? Concern immediately welled in his heart as he almost leaped off of his chair to go to her. A tired smile made its way to her lips as she saw him approach.

“Sorry it took me so long, darlin’. The job was...a little more taxing than I thought it’d be.” She said wearily as he took her into his arms, looking over her to make sure there were no serious injuries.

“I can see that. What happened, dear heart?” The sylvari vaguely remembered her talking about the job she took; something about bandits, he thought.

“Remember how I said bandits were the suspects of the attacks on the caravans?” Altair nodded. “Well, turns out it was bandits and centaurs and unchained.”

“Oh my.” Vesper cracked another smile at his simple joke. “They didn’t hurt you too badly, did they?”

“Nah, I’m tougher than I look. But with that being said…” she turned her head towards the direction of the infirmary. “I’m going to go get patched up and then head up to our room. I’ll see you in a little bit, alright?” Altair nodded as she leaned up to kiss his cheek, and then she was on her way. He watched her go with worry in his eyes. He knew her better than that. There was something else wrong.

“...You can tell too, huh?” Altair jumped a bit at the voice beside him. He turned to see Nocte leaning against the bar. When did she get there? “Before you ask, I stealthed my way here. Didn’t want to interrupt your moment. But more importantly, something is bugging her.”

“You’ve got that right. I wonder what’s up? I wonder if I could ease her mind…” The sylvari drifted into thought. “Maybe I could take her somewhere? We could get food or something…”

“Not sure if she’d be up for that, especially since she seems so tired. She probably doesn’t want to be around people, save you of course.” Altair couldn’t help but blush a bit. Vesper had said multiple times that he didn’t count as people. “Maybe you could take her somewhere secluded and you could get some alone time. And no, I don’t mean that in a lewd way.”

“I figured, it’s highly doubtful that’d make her feel better right now. Let’s see…” He took another moment to think, then snapped his fingers. “I think I’ve got just the place! It’s a bit of a trek, but I know it’s a place she loves.”

“Sounds good. I’ll leave you to it.” Nocte turned to the bartender to order a drink before looking over her shoulder at Altair. “Just make sure you two get back before dawn.”

“No guarantees, but I’ll try.” He shot her a friendly wink before heading out of the tavern in the direction of their room. As he got closer, he hoped dearly that she’d go with him. He wanted to help her, but he wouldn’t force her if she didn’t want to leave. He finally made it into the room to find Vesper laying on their bed, dressed in clean clothes and reading a book. She turned to him as he entered, growing a smile.

“Not going to party with the others tonight?” She placed a bookmark in her book and put it to the side as Altair sat on the edge of the bed.

“It’s no fun without you there, love. And actually, I wanted to ask you if you’d join me on a little adventure. Or a date, rather.”

“A little adventure date? I don’t know, mate, I’m still tired…”

“I’m aware. You don’t have to go, but I know something is bothering you.” She broke eye contact at that. That confirms it, at least. “I want to take you somewhere where you can take a bit to relax. Just you and me.”

“Hm...I like the idea, but I am still tired. Where are we going?”

“That’s a surprise. It is a bit of a trip, but we’ll be riding a jackal for most of it. I’ll even carry you if you don’t want to walk.” He winked at her and felt a small surge of pride as she blushed. 

“Well, alright.” Altair had to stop himself from making some gesture of victory. “I won’t have to grab anything other than the usual, right?”

“Right. I would like you to wear a blindfold, though.” Vesper gave him a weird look. “...To keep it a surprise, Vess. You know me better than that.” Her face instantly melted into a look of mirth.

“Aye, I do. I was messing with you. Give me a moment to get my dagger and pistol.” Once she was ready to go, Altair grabbed her scarf and tied it around her eyes. He made sure that she couldn’t see, then held her close as he brought out his portal stone.

“You know, we could’ve just used my two eyepatches instead of my scarf.”

“I am not letting you go out wearing two eyepatches. We have standards, Vess. Besides, at this time of day, it’s going to be chilly where we’re going.” He selected the proper waypoint, and in an instant, the two were in the Desert Highlands. Vesper shivered a bit at the cool air, as night had fallen at this point.

“You weren’t kidding. Where are we? Ascalon? Shiverpeaks?”

“If we were going to the Shiverpeaks, I’d’ve made you wear something warmer.”

“Fair enough.”

Altair summoned his jackal and helped Vesper onto it. Once she was settled, he climbed up and sat behind her and then the three were off to the western portion of the highlands. As the jackal ran, Altair figured now would probably be the best time to find out what was bothering her, so she wouldn’t be thinking about it while they were trying to relax.

“So, want to tell me what’s bothering you?” He heard her sigh in front of him. 

“Not really, but…” Vesper went quiet for a moment before leaning back into his chest, something she did often when she was upset. “I found where the majority of the attacks were coming from, and I was able to dispatch most of the culprits, but I...I was too late to rescue another caravan. It was a gruesome scene. So many bodies...”

“By the Pale Mother. I’m sorry, Vess.” He looped an arm around her waist and drew her closer. “It wasn’t your fault. You know that.”

“You’re right, I know you are. It just...doesn’t make it easier to forget a scene like that.” She placed her hand over the one on her stomach. “I may have been through a lot, but it doesn’t really get easier.”

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” Altair pressed a gentle kiss to her neck. Thankfully, they’d reached the sand portal to get to the place they were going. “We’re almost there. It won’t be long now.”

He had to brace himself for the next part. The sand portal took the three of them upon the sand paths high in the sky, and Altair was not a fan of heights. He was determined to go through with this, however. For Vesper.

“I feel like we’re getting higher up. It’s colder, too...you promise we aren’t in the Shiverpeaks?”

“I believe part of them is nearby, but no, where we’re going isn’t connected to them.”

Finally, they’d reached the platform high above the highlands, where the night sky shone brilliantly and the ghostly structures of a civilization passed were visible. Vesper loved it up here, so Altair dearly hoped this would lift her spirits at least a little. It also seemed like the ghosts that were usually up here weren’t present tonight, so they could get some alone time. He hopped off of the jackal and helped Vesper down.

“This feels like stone masonry. I thought this was just going to be you and me? That’s kinda hard to do in a town…”

“You’ll see, love.” He guided her towards the ghostly city, keeping her far enough away from the edge for him to feel they were safe from falling. He untied her scarf from around her eyes, letting it fall back around her neck. He moved beside her as she opened her eyes and gasped.

“Altair! You brought me all the way here!? No wonder it’s chilly, we’re so high up. But, you hate heights! Why-” Her mind seemed to be running a mile a minute, so he interrupted.

“Because I know you love it here. And I figured this would be the best way to help you relax.” He slung his arm around her back and pulled her into his chest. “I can deal with heights if it makes you happy. As long as I can’t see just how high up we are…” He glanced towards the edge and shivered. He’d endure it, but there was no way he was getting close to where the platform ended.

“Altair…” Vesper snuggled into his chest, which made his heart flutter. “You didn’t have to bring us all the way here just for me. But I’m glad you did. It means more to me than you’ll ever know.” She pulled away briefly to look him in the eye. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” Altair put his other hand on the back of her neck to bring her face to his, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss. When they broke apart, he pulled her over to one of the pillars and sat against it. Vesper sat down and he pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her once again. “We can stay as long as you like. I’m alright with taking a night off to stargaze together.”

“I’d like that.” She kissed his cheek and snuggled into him, and the two watched the stars for hours. Unfortunately, Nocte wasn’t kidding about being back before dawn and gave the two a dressing down when they returned to the guildhall. This didn’t stop them from going out to stargaze several more times, however.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #tyria's library #tyria's library event #my writing #altair stormrender #vesper aequorea

[imladris-soldier]

Many Happy Returns

Fem!Reader and Dutch reunite in Lakay

In this house, we support gang happiness for at least one night before the Pinkertons show up. So, slightly timeline deviant.

Dutch x Reader

Micah showed up first. Said he'd found the letter left at the post office. Abigail and Sadie asked what happened. He gave a brief summary of his time on Guarma with Arthur, Javier, Bill, and Dutch. Then said they'd split up. Hadn't seen them in a couple days. Didn't know where they were or if they had found any of the other notes left.

Your heart sank slightly at that. Sure, Dutch was alive when Micah last saw him, but that was days ago. He could've been captured by now, or even dead if he'd run afoul of the wrong people. You pulled away from the circle to go sit on your bedroll.

It was Tilly who noticed your withdrawal, and she quietly came to sit with you. “Don't you worry none, Y/N. He'll be back,” she murmured, taking your hand.

You pursed your lips into a grateful half smile. “You're probably right. But it don't make me miss him less.”

The other woman smiled, squeezing your hand.

A few days later, Arthur showed up. A cheer went up all around. “Arthur's back!!”

He made his rounds saying hello, and when he got to you he paused. “What's that look for? Y'ain't glad to see me?”

“It's not that, Arthur,” you replied, laughing softly.

He smiled. “I know. I ain't Dutch.”

“Nah, you ain't, but I am glad you're back.” You raised to your toes to wrap your arms around his shoulders. “It's not the same without you around.”

“Well, I'm back now. And don't worry yourself. He'll find us.”

“I know.”

Javier showed up the next day. He hadn't seen Dutch or Bill since they split, but he had dodged some Pinkertons outside Rhodes.

You couldn't help it. The thought of Pinkertons caused something to get stuck in your throat. Arthur pat your shoulder with reassuring conviction. It really was good to have him back around.

Two nights later, the rain was just pouring down onto the tiny settlement the gang had confiscated. What was already mud became puddles that squelched if you looked at them wrong. It was miserable, and you felt every bit of it.

You were huddled on your bedroll, absently eating your share of a can of beans, when the door rattled open. For a second, all that came through the door was the darkness and rain from outside, but then Dutch van der Linde walked through it, looking like a drowned rat. And you had never seen something so wonderful in your entire life.

“He's back!” Sadie cried.

The whole cabin erupted into happy calls, whoops, and questions. And you just... stood there. You'd been waiting and waiting and waiting for this moment, and all you could do was stand there, staring at him. How else were you supposed to react to the level of joy in your chest? It felt like your lungs might burst.

Your heart almost followed suit when Dutch's eyes did a quick survey, missing you in the dark corner. “Where's Y/N?”

Everyone got quiet, then turned to look at you. You suddenly realized that every single eye was on you now, so you stepped up into the light, wringing your hands in your jacket. “Hi, Dutch.”

His overgrown mustache twitched as he held back a smile. “I disappear for weeks, and all I get upon my return is a hi?”

That did it.

You let out a laugh that was just a little too much of everything – a little too loud, too happy, too relieved, too reflective of the pain you'd felt in his absence. That laugh propelled you forwards and into his waiting arms. The cheers started up again, and you felt every bit of ice that had taken hold of you since Saint Denis melt away.

Dutch was damp and frankly smelled terrible, but his hold on you was so familiar, so safe, so warm that it was easy to forget. He was home now, and everything felt right again.

In a moment of privacy caused by the noise of everyone talking around you, Dutch leaned back to catch your eye. “I missed you,” he murmured. “So very much.”

“I knew you'd come back to me. Eventually.”

He laughed softly out of his nose. “You know me so well.”

“I do, don't I?”

He leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, smiling when you melted into him.

“WELL, HERE YOU IS!”

You jerked back from Dutch in fright and the room fell silent again as Bill Williamson slammed through the door. “I asked everyone I could find,” he chastised. “And eventually someone knew. Said you fools was out here! Someone get me a drink!”

“Get your own damn drink!” Sadie snapped back.

The tension in the room was palpable, and you instinctively drew closer to Dutch. Everyone waited to see what Bill would do.

He finally grumbled, “Yeah, alright.”

And just like that, you were laughing again. Everyone was. Dutch squeezed you closer, nuzzling against the side of your head. You wrapped your arms around his waist, linking your hands together. Someone would have to pry you away from him. And good luck to them.

The night was passed in merriment. What food and drink was available was passed around while everyone updated Dutch and Bill on what had happened since they'd been gone. Dutch listened thoughtfully as Abigail explained John's situation. “We will get him back, Abigail,” he assured her. “I promise you.”

He seemed impressed with Sadie and her leadership qualities, even going so far as to toast her accomplishments.

You sat, mostly just staring at him, watching him take in the information. He had ridden into many a dangerous situation since you'd first met, but he had always come back in a timely manner before. And none of them had ever gone quiet so badly as Saint Denis.

Well. Except maybe Blackwater.

In any case, the prospect of losing him had felt more real than ever before, and you were faced with the question of what you would do without him. The answers had all been dismal.

When the gang broke for bed, you led Dutch back to your corner. He kicked off his boots, climbed into your bedroll and sighed heavily. You scooted in next to him, happily accepting his silent invitation to lay your head on his chest.

His heartbeat was strong under your ear, and you listened to it for a long while. His fingers dragged up and down your back for a time before coming to rest in your hair. As the sounds of sleep began to take over the room, you whispered, “I was real scared, Dutch. Thought I'd lost you for good this time.”

He sighed. “I know.”

It wasn't exactly an apology, but it felt like one.

“I love you.”

His hold on you tightened, and you heard the smile in his voice. “I know.”

#my writing #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #dutch van der linde #dutch van der linde x reader #arthur morgan #bill williamson #sadie adler #micah bell #javier escuella #this is sort of a spiritual sibling to my Adrift fic #rdr2 spoilers

[da5haexowin]

Waiting

(Just a bit of Supernatural scribbles, 'coz I'm bored. Warnings: umm some kids getting kidnapped, mentions of blood, maybe a bit of swearing? Characters: Sam and Dean, Castiel, first person!reader. Pairings: none)

I sighed, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel as I waited. Dean had taken a lot of convincing, but caved and agreed to take my car. The creepy-crawlie we were hunting had been picking up kids, snatching them away from their beds. When last we checked, the head count was up to 6. There was no way we'd be able to fit six kids, Dean, Sam, Cas, and myself into Baby; so Sam and I had spent all day arguing with Dean to take my 2007 X-terra instead. (If we couldn't get them all in the back seat, we always had the big trunk, we could toss them in '80s style if we had to.)

We'd spent all day prepping my car for the mission. We'd folded every blanket we could find and put it in the trunk. Of gone to the store and got water bottles and snacks of every kind, stashing them in the space behind the driver's seat. Of even found a few old stuffed animals in storage and tossed them back there. (Who knew what these poor kids had been through? I wanted to be prepared for everything.) The plan was simple: I waited in the car. Sam, Dean, and Cas went inside. Sam and Dean found the kids, Cas found the monster and drew it away from them while they got the kids outside to me. We got the kids in the car and hightailed it outta there. (Dean got shotgun with the rocksalt, windows down and on lookout, Sam got the backseat and first aid kit.) Cas would fight wahtever it was and then "beam back to the Enterprise".

Simple.

I pounded my fist on the dash, causing my Guns 'N Roses CD to skip a little. It was taking too long. Who knew what had happened, but whatever it was couldn't be good. I wanted so badly to go inside, weapons flashing and fists flying, but I had my orders.

"Stay in the car, Y/n." Dean had said, firmly pointing a finger at me as he got out of the car. "And keep it running. Don't come in with us."

So thats what I was doing. It pissed me off, but I did it. I let out an angry growl and toyed with my necklace. Finally I heard what I was waiting for. First a gun shot, then a door being flung open. I saw Dean and Sam sprinting towards me. Dean had one kid in his arms, Sam had one on his back and one by the hand.

"Go! Open the trunk! Get in!" Dean shouted, turning for half a second, making sure they had them all.

"It's ok, sweety, its ok," Sam said, helping them hop in, "We'll patch you up, don't worry, kiddo."

Dean opened the back passenger and helpped his pasenger in before jumping in shotgun. "Salt rounds?"

"Glove box, like always." I said looking in the rearview mirror as Sam slammed the trunk shut and climbed in.

"That's everyone! Go!"

"Hang on kids, gonna be a little bumpy." I shouted, throwing the car into gear. "Sam start fixing them up! I'm taking the back roads if we have the time. I'd like to throw it off."

"Yeah, Good. Get us to the hospital, we can have the ER staff call their parents when we get there." Sam said.

"Don't worry about the speed limit, just go." Dean shouted, "the cops know your car, they won't stop us."

I scoff, "When do I ever pay attention to the speed limit, Winchester?"

"ALWAYS." They both say at the same time.

All things considered, it was an easy drive. We did pass a patrol car, screaming at 75 miles an hour in a 35 zone, but Dean was right. He didn't stop us. He just pulled into the road and set up a road block. We got to the hospital to find some parents were already there. "That cop must have called us in." Dean muttered as we opened the car, helping the hospital staff unload the kids. Both of the brothers were a little banged up, so they went with the kids to get fixed up to. I wandered the waiting room, and drank a cup of bad coffee while I talked to Bobby on the phone.

"Yeah, they're all ok. .... Yeah, the guys are too. .....Did Cas come home yet?" I lean against the wall and frown a little. All of the kids that have been patched up have been picked up, except one. "Hey, Bobby? I gotta go. Call ya back. ...ok. Thanks, Bobby." I hung up and walked over to her.

"Hey, hot shot. How ya feeling?" I asked, kneeling in front of her. She lifted her brown eyes to me and sniffed.

"Better."

I smiled. "Good, glad to hear it. I'm y/n, what's your name?"

"Emma."

"Well Emma, did the doctors call your parents?"

She nodded. "But Daddy works far away, and Mommy lives in another state."

I nod. "But Daddy's on his way?" She nods, looking back to the toy in her hands. "Do you want me to wait with you, Emma?"

"Yes please." I sit in the chair next to her and talk a little. She told me everything about herself and her family. At one point, I noticed her shivering and I pulled off my flannel, wrapping her up in it. Wherever her dad worked, she was right. It was a long ways away. By the time Dean and Sam were done, I was holding a sleeping little Emma in my lap, still bundled in my green and yellow plaid, with the sleeves dangling a good seven inches below her hand.

Finally, a man burst into the waiting room. "Em? Emma, Emma honey, I'm here."

Emma jumoed awake and climbed down from my lap, sprinting to her father. He scooped her up and cried into her hair, then walked to us. "I can't thank you three enough. I have no idea..." His voice hitched and I smiled at him, patting Emma's shoulder.

"We're just doing our job, sir. Don't mention it."

He nodded a little then looked at his daughter, "Em, can you give the nice lady her flannel?" As she started to take it of I shook my head.

"Nah, keep it, Hot Shot. It suits you. Besides, I've got more at home." I say waving a hand at her. The three of us start to leave, and as Dean holds the door open for me, I feel someone tackle hug my leg. I look down to see Emma wrapped around me.

"Thank you for waiting."

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This is the first Supernatural fic I've done so I'm just gonna tag at random?

SPN Taglist: @foreverwayward @supernaturalsammy01 @dammitsammy @sammyimpala-67 @shows-up-naked-covered-in-bees @ruthiesconnells @royalrowena @theonewhoeatscookies aaaannnnnnnd.....let me know if you want me to add or remove you?

#supernatural #supernatural one shot #supernatural fanfiction

[forged-through-trials]

The following day, we hit up Mach-Na again, as she seemed to be a great source of info about Cheydinhal. Irritable, sure, but informative. Mach-Na: "Are you actually going to buy something, today?" Trials: "No, no... we're just curious about what the words is around town." Mach-Na: "Ugh... I need to start charging for gossip! "Well, have you heard of Rythe Lythandas?" Trials: "'Right Left-Hand-Us'?" Mach-Na: "...close enough. "He's possibly the greatest painter in all of Cyrodiil." Trials: "When I get a house, I'll be sure to give him a call." Mach-Na: "...no, not that kind of painter. He does landscapes. "Sadly, he's gone missing. His wife, Tivela, is beside herself with grief." Trials: "I'd ask why the town guard aren't looking for him, but after my last job, I know exactly why they haven't. Chances are Ulrich never thought to fine people for going missing." Mach-Na gave us some directions, so we legged it over toward the Lythandas home. It was decidedly large and posh, as one might expect from a career-artist. The door was unlocked, so Ruin and I let ourselves in, announcing our entrance to the lady of the house. Trials: "Greetings. I'm Forged-Through-Trials, and this is my associate, Ruined-Tail." Ruin: "Greetings, madam." Tivela: "...well, apologies, strangers-who-barged-into-my-home, but may I ask you a favor? "It seems my husband, Rythe, has gone missing, and I just don't know what to do." Ruin: "I... question the reasoning of asking two strangers who waltz into your home uninvited for help in this matter." Trials: "Well, who else is she gonna ask? The town-guard who will fine her for disturbing their nap?" Ruin: "...point taken." Trials: "Anyway, Ms. Tea-f'er-ya Lift-And-Bust--" Tivela: "...close enough." Trials: "--we actually stopped by because we'd heard he was missing. I'm something of a traveling mystery-solver, and happy to put my skills to the case!" Tivela: "I thank you for your kind offer, madam. "Yes, Rythe likes to work in his studio with the door locked, so no one can disturb him. He usually comes out to eat dinner and sleep, but two days ago, he didn't come out at all. When he hadn't left his studio for a whole day, I used to key he gave me for emergencies to open the door... and he was completely gone! "I'm sure he never left that room. So I have no idea where he's gone. Please, help me find Rythe. I love him dearly, and I am so worried!" Trials: "Oooh, a Locked Door Mystery. Never had one of those, before. "But worry not, ma'am. I'm on the case!" Tivela offered me the key to Rythe's studio, bidding that I hurry to find her husband. Accepting the key, I turned toward the studio, unlatching the door and stepping inside.

Huh, so this is where the "magic" happens? Where Rythe does all of his work that has made him famous across Cyrodiil? Seems a little cramped, to me, but those paintings leaning against the wall spoke to his talent and ability. The narrow setting sure didn't hamper him any. I took a little look around. Nothing jumped out at me right away as being any kind of evidence. There were just a bunch of art supplies laying around, and not even so much as a sign of a struggle. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw something. I looked to find that painting sitting on the easel. Ruin was occupied consoling Tivela, so I stepped into the room to investigate, and thought that I had seen the face of that painting ripple as if it were the surface of a pond. I stepped up, and drew even closer still, reaching a hand out to touch the face of that painting, and...

Well, let's a-go! After the strange, white void, my eyes cleared to reveal a foresty meadow. Though something was very... off about this place. From the way the ground felt, to the look of the rocks, the trees, the leaves... leaves? Those aren't even leaves! They're painted on! Where the heck was I? This place was like something out of one of my Akaviri Picture-Books! It was about then that I noticed I was alone. Ruin hadn't followed me in. Maybe he hadn't seen me get sucked into the painting, and was right now wondering what had become of me. I wasn't alone for long, though. As I was still trying to acclimate to the bizarre landscape, a fairly dressed Dark Elf approached me.

Rythe: "Where did you come from? You look real enough. You must be from the outside! Oh, thank goodness someone finally came!" Trials: "Whoa, are you Ripe Lasagna?" Rythe: "...close enough. "While I'm overjoyed to see a friendly face, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you." Trials: "Salmo the Baker is discontinuing his famous Sweet Rolls?" Rythe: "...okay, maybe not that bad. "No, we're stuck here. Sorry to break it to you like that, but if it wasn't for that annoying thief, we wouldn't be in this predicament!" Trials: "IDidn'tDoEet!" Rythe: "What? No, not you! It was a different thief. "I was in my studio, when a Bosmer wearing dark clothing accosted me. Before I could call for help, he knocked me unconscious." Trials: "Very rude of him." Rythe: "How do you think I feel? "When I came to, I found that the door to my studio was still locked, and that the thief had snatched my paintbrush. That's when I saw it." Trials: "You mean the void of white with the hollow star-shape in it?" Rythe: "No, that came later. What I saw was something on the canvas of my painting that I hadn't put there. It looked somewhat like a troll, but it was badly done. Then it hit me!" Trials: "The Bosmer again?" Rythe: "No, it was the realization that the Bosmer must have leapt into the painting, then painted guardians inside to protect himself using the Brush of Truepaint!" Trials: "Whoa, slowdown. What the heck is the 'Brush of Truepaint'?" Rythe: "I knew the secret of my success would be revealed one day. I can tell you all about the Brush, if you like." Rythe regaled me with the tale; in the war of 3E 396, his father was a soldier who was injured when an errant fireball exploded near him, costing him the use of both arms. A painter before being conscripted into the war, it seemed his career was over. But he prayed night and day to the Divine Dibella for some way to express his artistic side once more. And I guess because Dibella is not the goddess of growing new arms, instead she gave him a paintbrush woven from her own hair. The magic of the Brush allows the painter to step inside of a canvas to paint objects to life size. Though 'paint' is not quite accurate, since all the user has to do is think about what they want, and it will appear. The Brush of Truepaint was then passed down to Rythe from his father, and is the source of Rythe's talent and fame. Trials: Deadpan. "Oh. So you're a phony." Rythe: "...I mean, yes, but you shouldn't say it like that." Trials: "Oh well. Truth be told, I've been all Fake It 'Til I Make It since I first arrived in Cyrodiil." Rythe: "...faking it?" Trials: "Oh, yes. I'm an alcoholic ex-slave who gets by mostly by the fact that I'm harder to kill than I look. I honestly can't believe people keep giving me jobs. Or that I keep pulling wins outta my butt." Rythe: His face paled. "Oooohh that doesn't inspire confidence." Trials: "About as much confidence as I have in your art-skills." Rythe: "Right. Any port in a storm, eh? "We need to get the Brush back, which means you're going to have to get past the thief's Painted Trolls. I cannot do it. I am not a warrior." Trials: "What about the thief himself? Anything I need to worry about with him?" Rythe: "Thankfully, that problem solved itself. I heard him scream not long after I arrived. The trolls that the thief painted seemed to have turned on their creator and killed him. He didn't know the Brush had its risks." Trials: "Well, sucks to be him." Rythe: "The creatures now roam loose all over the forest and in the clearing where I was still working. The Brush is on the body of the Bosmer Thief, there. "Here, take these bottles of turpentine. They may help." Trials: "...unless we're making gut-rotting moonshine, I don't see how. But thanks, I guess."

On second thought, everything here is made of paint, right? So maybe this turpentine could be useful after all! I could... pour some on the rocks to melt them... nah, no, what would I do with melted rocks? I guess the best alternative would be to pour this stuff on my weapons to give them a little extra bite against the trolls.

I dipped my arrows in the turpentine, and upon spotting one of the trolls, let the poisoned arrow fly. It worked like a charm, and the Troll went down in one shot. Guess I owe Rythe an apology. The rest of the trolls went down in similar fashion. That turpentine went a long, long way... meaning it would probably make some really powerful moonshine if I can save any.

A hop and skip through the painted forest later, and I'd found the 'clearing' Rythe spoke of. It wasn't so much a 'clearing' as it was a space that looked unfinished. It was quite strange to look at, and even stranger to walk on. The texture of the place was not unlike one might imagine from a canvas. Once the last Troll was downed, I was able to advance onto the corpse of the Wood Elf thief. It only took a little bit of rifling through his pockets to retrieve the Brush. I took a minute to admire it; it looked so much like an ordinary paintbrush, but it apparently was some kind of amazing, enchanted Aedric Artifact. What're the odds that I would run into something like this? Well, now to get it back to Rythe. A short walk through the painted forest later, and I'd returned, Brush in hand, and quickly handed it off to the artist. Rythe: "You have the Brush? Excellent work, my friend." Trials: "Told ya I'd pull a win outta muh butt!" Rythe: "Certainly glad your bottom had at least one last 'win' to give. Now, I will paint the portal back home. Once it appears, you should go through first. Or you might be stuck in here forever." Trials: "Wait, before ya do, can you... paint me a meat-pie?" Rythe: "I can, but it would taste like paint." Trials: "Aww, lame!"

Rythe took the Brush and stepped a few paces away, drawing both the Brush and a pallet... for some reason. He already told me he doesn't actually need to wave the Brush around to make it work. I think he just felt like showing off. Whatever the case, after a few moments of waving the brush at empty air like a showy moppet, a window appeared, floating in the air. It looked like a painting of Rythe's studio. Once done, Rythe stepped to one side, and allowed me to pass first, and I quickly did so. I emerged from the painting back into Rythe's studio, right in front of a very shocked Ruined-Tail. Ruin: "Trials! Where have you been? I turned my back for one minute and you just vanished!" Trials: I grinned with cheek. "What're you talking about, Ruin? I never left this room!" Ruin: "..." He rolled his eyes. "You've got a weird story to tell me, don't you? Or you've been drinking again. Wait, that's it; you snuck off to drink didn't you?" Trials: I pouted. "Ruin! I'd never do that while on the job!"

Before I could explain myself to Ruin, Rythe rushed forward to meet his wife, the happy couple holding a just as happy reunion. Tivela: "Rythe! Oh, my love! You are home safe... I was so afraid." Rythe: "If it wasn't for my friend, here, you'd be right." Tivela: "This is wonderful! Now we won't miss my mother's birthday." Rythe: Deadpan. "Oh... goodie." He tried to force a smile, and turned to me. "Well, my mother-in-law not withstanding, I don't know how to thank you. You have a good heart to help get me back home. I'll never forget what you've done for me." Trials: "Hey, no problemo, my dude." Rythe: "If I may ask one last favor; please keep the Brush's existence a secret. If word gets around that I have it, I'm afraid more than a lone cut-purse will visit me." Trials: "Sure, my lips are sealed. Barring some extreme situation, like, say, if I find myself in a predicament where I desperately need an Aedric Artifact to help save the world, or something." Rythe and I shared a hearty laugh at that quip. Surely, nothing like that could ever possibly happen to little ol' me, after all!

Rythe gave me an apron as a token of his appreciation. Not the flashiest of gifts, but a fine reminder of my contribution to the arts. Also it's enchanted and thus, very valuable, so that's pretty nice! And thus I closed another case. The missing artist has been returned safely to his home and his loving wife, and Cheydinhal is richer for the adventure. I've probably tapped all of the info I can get out of Mach-Na, but I'd say chances are good the Fighters and Mages Guilds might have some work for me. And once those are out of the way, I still have the Thieves Guild job, and the Castle Vault, to hit, before I blow this town and hit the road once more.

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[concussed-to-pieces]

Broke

Fandom: WWE/CZW

Pairing: Jon Moxley/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Thirst Party Saturday ho! I make no apologies for this, as is my custom. Tagging @toxiicpop, @oraclegazes and YOU KNOW IT, @hardcorewwetrash! Enjoy!

Oh no.

You stared down at the phone that had slipped from your hands, bounced off the edge of the sink and then hit the tile floor with a very final crack!

You were going to take a picture and set it as the background so that the next time Jon opened his phone he would be met with a goofy selfie (hopefully one that would make him laugh, he seemed like he needed it). Instead, you’d fumbled the phone in the bathroom.

You froze, listening to the sounds of the party right outside the door and praying no one had noticed the noise. Gingerly you flipped the phone over, your eyes widening when you saw how badly the screen was shattered. Oh no. It didn’t even look functional anymore, portions of it flickering off and on in solid patches of white and blue.

Jon had been so excited about his new phone. He’d saved up for ages, grumbling all the while because obviously he didn’t really want it, but it was more prudent than trying to work with his flip phone since everyone kept sending him emails. He had spent the first week alone just figuring out all the different things that the phone could do, before proceeding to take pictures of everything. The other fighters, injuries, the inside of Callihan’s mouth when the man decided to playfully bite the phone...

You weren’t sure whether it was the alcohol talking, but you really wanted to curl up into a ball in the bathtub. Jon had just landed a developmental contract, he kind of needed to be able to communicate with the people he would soon be working for and you had botched everything up. All because you wanted to give him a stupid little surprise the next time he looked at his phone.

Leaving most of his friends (and enemies who had become less so) behind was obviously taking its toll on Moxley and as his final night drew near, you weren’t the only one to notice. Callihan and Younger had organized this haphazard party to send him off and it had been a success for the most part. Jon had been roaming from group to group through the evening, talking over the loud music, taking pictures and actually looking like he might be alright. He had set his phone down for a second near you and you’d gotten the brilliant idea to swipe it.

And then you had ruined it.

Panic took over when someone knocked on the door. You quickly shoved the phone into one of your pockets, moving to rinse your hands at the sink. “Just a sec!” You called.

“Move it or lose it, darlin’, I need t’ piss.” Moxley warned from the other side of the door. You felt your hands start to shake and you tried to bolt past him when he opened the door. He caught your wrist on the way by, though, and you cursed inwardly. “Whoa, hang on. Can I talk with you for a sec?” He asked, shifting in place.

“Uh, now’s not really a great time-” You tried to tug free of his grip.

“Promise it’ll only take a minute. Please?”

You were helpless to resist the hopeful look on his face and your shoulders slumped in defeat. “Alright Mox, what’s up?”

“I just wanted you to know how much everythin’ that you’ve done means to me.” This was an outright startling display of sincerity from the man in front of you, the words grabbing your full attention.

“I…what?”

Jon shrugged. “I mean, y’ been my friend since high school. Even with all the fucked up stuff I did as a career path, you stayed my friend. Just wanted you t’ know that I don’t take that shit for granted. You ain’t got a reason to stick around but you still do an’…I appreciate it, I guess.” He explained awkwardly. “You’re awesome.”

You wanted to confess right there, feeling lower than low as your best friend praised you. The ruined phone in your pocket seemed to get heavier and heavier with each word from Jon. “Well, thank you Mox! If I'd known how soppy Jack and coke got you, I'd have plied you with them sooner.” That seemed to be the right thing to say, as it got Jon to laugh and release you back into the swirl of the party.

You pilfered the cup from Drake's hand on your way by, laughing when the larger man roughly tousled your hair. “Lucky we like you around here, kid. Otherwise you'd be a stain on the carpet.” He grumbled.

His threat had no bite to it. The couch in your apartment had been a designated crash site for many a down-on-their-luck fighter, usually ushered through your door by Jon. “Only for the night,” he would plead, and he never went back on his word. You knew if Mox and Callihan had the space they probably would have turned their apartment into a halfway house, but as such the two of them were practically living on top of each other. Younger himself had taken up residence on your couch more than once, always oddly quiet while you and Jon snapped sheets over the beat-up pullout mattress.

You accepted a hug from Scotty as you slowly worked your way towards the door, Vortekz deftly peeling Younger's cup out of your hand and giving you a water instead. “Stay hydrated!” The blond said over the music, grinning and raising the stolen drink to his mouth.

“That was Younger's, have fun swapping spit!” You replied, snickering when Scotty sputtered. “Mickie was looking for you earlier, man, you guys aren't fighting again right?”

“Nah, not to my knowledge at any rate. Better go find her though. Hey listen, once Mox heads out are you gonna' stop coming to the bouts?” Vortekz asked worriedly once he was done wiping his tongue off with his shirt. “I mean if you don't feel safe, that's okay, but the guys and I were hopin' you'd-”

Whatever he was about to say was cut off by a pair of arms wrapping around your midsection from behind. You were hoisted bodily into the air and shaken back and forth, sloshing your insides dangerously. “What's good, cutie pie?” Brain Damage asked, chuckling when you squirmed in his grip. “Ah ah, c'mon, you know the rules!” Using his free hand he drew a line across your forehead, mimicking slicing your head open. Then, he proceeded to gently dig his fingers into your scalp to 'scoop' out your brain, laughing as you squealed with giggles.

“You'll starve to death if you eat my brain, you jackass!” You grimaced suddenly, “Also if you keep squeezing me like that I'm gonna' hurl.”

“Whoa, don't need to tell me twice.” Damage quickly released you, squinting over at Vortekz. “Where the hell is Mox? Wanted to tell him goodbye before I never fight his ass again, y'know?”

“Bathroom. After that, all bets are off.” You informed him, smirking at the way Damage grinned. “You guys have fun, okay? Be careful. Don't break the sink again.”

“I swear to shit, I break a sink one time-”

“Hey look, I'm not a huge fan of your cousin 'Property Damage'. Keep the battle to a minimum. Help yourself to the silverware, don't touch the spoons. Got 'em from my grandma.” A massive hand came down on your shoulder. “And you. I assume you're heading out early like always?” Brodie Lee would forever encourage you to stay a little longer when it came to meet-ups. No matter what time you left, he considered it 'early' (the current time was somewhere around two in the morning).

You offered him a tight hug and as usual, he relented, tousling your hair. Sometimes you wondered privately how you had any hair left, what with the amount of grizzled men and women giving you 'younger sibling'-style displays of affection.

“You keep safe tonight, okay? Mox gonna' walk you home?” Brodie asked.

“No, I'm not going to bug him. I think I'm capable of getting there on my o--Damage! You heard Brodie! No spoons! Put 'em back!”

...

Between you and Moxley there had always been a line, and you figured you knew better than to cross it.

Ever since he'd growled, “come t' the dance with me, I don't wanna' look like a total fuckin' loser,” his hands jammed into the pockets of a leather jacket several sizes too wide in the shoulders, the line had been there. It wasn't like you hadn't noticed him before, you just assumed he hadn’t noticed you. There was no real reason for him to anyway, you kept to yourself for the most part. Which was something Jonathan Moxley would know nothing about. If he wasn't in hot water for one thing or another it was a cold day in hell.

Your mother had dropped you off at the school on that fateful night after one last session of fussing over your hair. You smoothed your dress out, still a little in awe at how pretty the hand-me-down from one of your cousins was and hoping against hope that it might have a touch of magic in the seams. Something that might let you be noticed, maybe something to perk up your plainer features.

“Hot damn.” Moxley had been very brief with you when he'd arrived, clad in a cleaner, hole-free pair of jeans and that jacket of his. “Y' do understand that this ain't prom or somethin', right?”

“My mom wouldn't take no for an answer.” Your wry response had made him laugh and just like that, the awkwardness vanished between the two of you. He grabbed your hand and led you inside, aggressively snapping his teeth when a few jeering comments came his way. You did precious little dancing at the dance, he had a reputation to upkeep after all. Instead, the two of you leaned against a variety of walls and talked over the terrible music about how horrendous school was.

Jon Moxley was not one to stay out of trouble, but he made for one hell of a friend. He was more than willing to walk you home from school and you became more skilled than you cared to admit at talking him out of the principle's office. The two of you swapped lunches, music and movies on a fairly regular basis. In exchange for the companionship of a lonely kid that everyone else seemed more than content to let slip through the cracks, you grew accustomed to his fidgeting. Jon, in turn, learned when his teasing was going a smidge too far.

In your senior year Jon noticed a few things that you didn't (namely, new sets of eyes on you), and he insisted that you needed to learn how to defend yourself. “What if somethin' happens to you and I ain't around?” He'd asked worriedly. “I'm not about to lose my best friend for some bullshit reason.”

Your mom had put up a bit of a fuss at first, worried about the two of you flailing in the backyard. Your dad had thought it was hilarious to watch you grapple with each other on the old trampoline, “I can't even believe that buddy of yours, he's a riot. Good luck!”

“I'm gonna' do great things.” Jon insisted so often you couldn't help but believe it, that grin he seemed to reserve for you beaming on his face. “I know I've got a long way to go, but I will.”

Jon had made it abundantly clear when he put you down as a reference for this particular gig that you didn't have to accompany him to his bouts. “This is Bloodsport shit, plain and simple.” He had said. “It'll keep me with a roof over my head until spring.” He made no bones about the fact that it was essentially a hyperviolent gore-festival. “You remember ECW? Yeah.”

You attended one night, ignoring his protests. You were an adult now and more than capable of making your own choices, you reasoned. Jon handed you off to Brodie the minute you walked in, growling a curt, “make sure nothing happens to them”. You had stared up at Lee, and Lee stared back down at you for a minute. His sideburn game was outrageous.

“Hi.” The bearded man had grunted finally.

“Hello, I'm uh-”

“Mox's buddy, I gathered. You can come sit with me. Name's Brodie.” His smile was slow and you noticed there was a space between his front teeth. You weren't sure why that detail made him less scary, but it did.

Moxley continued to trudge, continued to struggle uphill against everything that was put in his path and it had finally paid off. A legitimate contract, one that promised steady pay and a shot at something more, one that wasn't death matches.

You had been visiting him as per the norm the evening he got the call. He and Callihan's apartment was like a home away from home for you, tight as it was. Jon had gotten off the phone and proceeded to let out a whoop of victory, scaring you and Sami half to death. “Hell yeah, I got it!” He grabbed you in a tight hug, laughing almost hysterically.

You had hugged him back once you realized what happened, bouncing excitedly. “You did it!”

“Atta’ boy!” Callihan rumpled Mox’s hair, his grin huge.

There was a line there though, and you knew better than to cross it. So you'd stepped away, let him go. He was finally getting what he wanted. It would be selfish to hold him back.

…

You sat on the end of your bed, cradling the destroyed phone in your hands. Mox departed tomorrow. A few days had passed since the party and Jon had realized his new phone was missing, resigning himself to splurging again even though this time he really didn’t have the money. According to his claim he had everything backed up online on his old phone, which you hoped was true. It wouldn’t fix what you’d done, but at least it would mean that he hadn’t lost anything due to your mistake.

The sound of the front door of your apartment opening snapped you out of your staring contest with the phone and you quickly hid it beneath one of the pillows on your bed. “Hey darlin', you home?” Jon called.

“Bedroom!” You answered, rolling off your bed to slump on the floor.

Jon started laughing when he saw you, shaking your shoulder. “Oh no, what happened? Ya’ doing your Jell-O impression?” His fingers were bandaged and you sat up immediately, concerned.

“Mox, I thought you were done with…?” You trailed off as you saw his split lip.

Jon shrugged, his usual response to any worries you voiced when it came to him. “Bumped into somebody, it’s not important. I wanted t’ talk to you ‘bout somethin’.”

Your heart started slamming in your chest and you quickly got up, feeling like you might be sick to your stomach. He knows.

Jon tucked his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, tilting his head back and giving you a long, almost appraising look. “We been friends for ages, yeah?” He said quietly. “I know all your secrets, you know most of mine. There’s one thing I never told you, though. And seein’ as how I’m heading out tomorrow, I figured it would be a little easier to tell you.”

“T-Tell me what?” You asked, doing your best to avoid looking towards the bed where the damning phone hid.

“Darlin’, I’m not good at this shit. But I’ve got leaving on my mind and I just…” Jon started scratching his neck, not meeting your eyes anymore. “I didn’t want to leave without sayin’ this shit to you, so I have to sack up an’ say it.” He pulled in a breath. “I think I love you.”

You gaped up at him, all your worrying about the broken phone forgotten.

Jon snorted after a minute, shaking his head and seeming disgusted. “I know, it’s total bullshit. But hear me out, okay? Promise it won’t take long.”

You nodded dumbly, still in shock.

“I…think I’m in love with you. I dunno’ what that really means, though. It isn’t what my parents had, that’s for fuckin’ sure.” Mox ran a hand through his hair. “But ever since you agreed to come with me to the dance a hundred fuckin' years ago, it’s like there’s been this weird little switch in my head. When I’m around you it’s flicked to ‘on’ and everything’s brighter, cleaner. I can do whatever the hell it is that I need to in order to succeed. Shit, if it wasn’t for you I’d have given this gig up ages ago.” He confessed, thumbing over his bandaged knuckles. “You believin’ me every time I said I was gonna’ do big things sorta’ let me believe I’d do ‘em too. Because shit, you’re the smartest person I know and you thought I could do it.”

You moved to sink down onto your bed, your knees shaking strangely.

“I didn’t really think about it when we were in school. Not like that, at least. You were different, alright? You’re damn cute but not in…” Jon struggled with his words for a second. “Look, I didn’t wanna’ ruin you like how I usually do when I see something cute. I’m sure you’ve had that thought before, see a hot person and you’d rail the fuck out of them but that’s all there would be, y’know?” Moxley gestured up and down at you, taking in your whole body. “With you, with how you are, I didn’t want anyone else to lay a fuckin’ hand on you. M' sorry for that, it wasn't fair to you. Probably made datin' hard.”

Dating had never exactly been a pressing worry of yours, more like something you thought you would try when you were financially stable. Once you were though, you kept finding excuses to decline invitations from your coworkers. You were more than content to spend your evenings attending rowdy house parties with the battered victors and well-liquored losers Jon worked with. Where was the fun in sitting at a bar, enduring the company of a mixed bag of people from your workplace?

“This is some bullshit an' I've lost my train of thought like six damn times but I just wanted you to know that I think I love you, and I'm going to miss the fuck out of you because either way you're my best fuckin' friend and I...I um, I wanted you to know that.” Jon finished awkwardly. He jammed his hands back into his pockets, wincing when his wrapped knuckles caught on the edge of the leather.

“What happened, Mox?” You finally found your voice, pointing to his hand.

“Brodie had words with me.” He grinned ruefully, licking his split lip. “He's not much for talkin' though. You...uh, you don't have to say anythin' to me, if you don't want to. I know it's super shitty that I waited this long to say my piece. I just wanted you to know before I left.”

“Mox...” You got to your feet, words dying in your throat. Jon accepted your hug, laying his head on your shoulder.

“I'll go.” He muttered, “M' sorry.”

That apology was what got you to snap, your confession spilling out before you could stop it. “I broke your phone.” You whispered.

“I know.”

You pulled back, startled and confused. “What?”

“I know?” He raised an eyebrow. “I already knew that? Or at least, I figured that you broke it?”

“How?”

“Well first off, you've been avoiding me since the party. Which I thought was weird, but hey, leavin' is hard. When I got my new phone activated was when I kinda' put the pieces together. I had all my crap backed up online, like I said. There was a picture I didn't take though, first on the camera roll.” He pulled his new phone out of his pocket and unlocked the screen, displaying your silly picture. “Look familiar?”

“I wanted to cheer you up.” You mumbled. “You were taking pictures of everyone and you...I don't know, you seemed sad about leaving. I was trying to help but I fucked it all up.”

“You coulda' told me.” Jon said gently.

“What the hell would I have said, Mox? 'Hey, I know you worked super hard to get this phone, but I had a butterfingers moment'? I don't know what the fuck I would do if you were angry with me.” You replied, feeling tears well up in your eyes. “You're my best friend and you're leaving, I didn't want you to be mad at me on top of everything else. It doesn't really matter now, does it?” You dug underneath your pillow for the broken phone.

Mox's eyes widened at the object you dropped into his hand. “Christ, what the hell? You do a backflip into the Grand Canyon or somethin'?”

“It hit the sink.” You explained, sniffling.

“Ah.” Jon shrugged and to your dismay, tossed the busted device over his shoulder. “I told the folks at the store that it got stolen. They replaced it for free because it was within the warranty date. I listen when Callihan talks sometimes, y'know?”

“You...so you didn't have to buy a new phone?” You asked weakly. Moxley shook his head. “Fuck.” You sat down on the edge of your bed, putting your head in your hands. “I'm so irritated right now.”

“You've been all fucked up because you thought I had to buy a new phone?” Jon asked, sitting down next to you and rubbing your back. “M' sorry darlin', I should have said somethin'.”

“Oh, like how I should have said something about fucking up your phone?” You retorted, making him laugh.

“Yeah, kinda' like that.” He sighed after a minute or two. “So. I ain't mad at you. I can understand why you'd be worried about it, I gotta' work hard for what I have. But I couldn't get pissed with you. Not enough to get me to stop pestering you, anyway.” He teased, nudging your shoulder. “You mean a hell of a lot to me, you gotta' know that.”

“Can we rewind to the part where you were talking about how cute you think I am and stuff? Because that was much better.” You said into your hands, only half-joking.

“Do you, uh...have any input on what I said?”

“I know I'm cute. Don't need you to tell me, Mox.”

“I dig the confidence, darlin'.” Jon’s smile faded, his expression serious. “I hope we can still be friends, and that I didn’t ruin our friendship by dumpin’ all that junk on you.”

You shook your head, dropping your hands again. “I…um.” You twiddled your fingers and out of the corner of your eye you noticed Jon straighten up. “Listen, I kind of have…I might sorta’…”

“Oh no way.” Jon breathed, putting together what your mumbling was trying to get across. “Seriously? You aren’t just saying that because I said it, right? I don’t wanna’ guilt you or any of that shit.”

You shook your head, blowing a raspberry at him. “Like you could make me do anything I don’t want to do, Moxley.” You pointed out, allowing yourself to smile. Jon grinned back, his whole face lit up with excitement.

“Can I…?” He hesitated, then took your hand. “Can I kiss you? Little tiny one?” He asked hopefully.

You rolled your eyes. “Yes Mox, c’mon. We're not fourteen anymore and I’m not going to break.” Your annoyance melted away when Jon leaned over and pressed his lips to yours hungrily. Not a little tiny kiss by any stretch of the imagination, he fought for dominance and groaned when he felt you surrender.

“Yes, fuck…” He gasped, hands moving to hold your shoulders tightly as he dropped his forehead against your own. “Fuck, nobody wake me up.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” You answered him, your voice higher than usual. “If you wanted to keep going…?”

“Oh really now?” Jon’s hands hovered for a moment, hesitation written plainly on his face. Finally, at your urging, he cupped your breasts through your flimsy pajama top, moaning loudly into your mouth. “Ah, fuck. Kinda' wanted to touch you like this for a while now.” He confessed. “Wanted to see what you felt like.”

“And?” You asked, whimpering when he groped a little harder. “How does it match up?”

“S' pretty fuckin' incredible.” Jon sounded breathless. “I...shit, I never thought I'd get to touch you like this.” His stubble rubbed against your neck, leaving tingles in its wake. “Never in a million years.” His voice shook a little and you ran your fingers through his hair in a comforting gesture.

“You can touch me however you want.” You offered, not missing how Mox’s eyes darkened at your words. The next second you were on your back, Jon straddling you as he fought to get your shirt off over your head.

“Yes.” He panted, “Tell me no if you want me to stop, m’ not gonna’ stop unless y’ tell me to stop so you’d better fuckin’ tell me if you want me to stop, understand?” His fingers twitched nervously on your bare skin. “Fuck I’m greedy, fuck I want you, Jesus-”

“I’m not going anywhere, Mox.”

“Yeah but I am. And if this is the last time I get to touch you for a while I wanna’ make sure it’s fuckin’ memorable.” Jon said desperately. “Wanna’ touch every fuckin’ inch of you, wanna’ make you come for me so I don’t forget what you feel like.” He dug his fingers beneath your thighs, lifting your rear into the air so he could cup your ass.

You rolled your hips at his face and your stomach dropped out at his dazed expression, the way he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. “Jon.” You called softly.

Blue eyes snapped up to your face. “Say that again. Say my name again.” He demanded, tugging your shorts and underwear off.

“Jon.” You repeated, loving the way he shuddered all over.

“You only ever called me Mox. I never heard you say my name before.” He made a noise in his throat that was half-growl, half-whimper. “Should say it more. Louder.”

“Make me.” You challenged playfully, wiggling your hips again.

“You oughta’ know better than t’ tease me.” Jon sucked a hickey to life on your hip, moaning against your skin when you buried your hands in his hair. “Fuck, darlin’, I-” He stopped talking, a low rumble taking over that seemed to originate in his chest. Jon then slid a finger over your pussy, collecting some of the slick you’d already produced. “Mm, let’s taste you.” He made a show out of licking you off his fingers, laughing when you whined and squirmed at the sight. Jon spread your cunt open with his fingers, making eye contact before he lowered his mouth to you.

You cried out when he fastened his mouth over your clit and gently sucked, unable to keep your hips from bucking up at him.

“That’s right darlin’, fuck my fuckin’ face.” He ordered, lashing at your clit with short, firm licks. “You fuck my face like you mean it, roll those fuckin’ hips and grind yourself on my tongue.” You gripped the hair at the back of his head and Jon grunted, seeming satisfied. “Put me where you need me, use me like you need me, darlin’.” He lapped hungrily at your cunt, sending little shocks through your body whenever his stubble rubbed your thighs.

You couldn’t have held in your moans even if you wanted to, sobbing his name as Jon methodically brought you to climax using just his tongue. You had to push him away when you came, the sensation of his eager mouth suddenly too much to bear. He sat back on his haunches, licking his lips and watching hungrily as your thighs trembled. You flung out a hand to grab his hair again and he went willingly, smirking into the kiss you took from him. “You want to be inside me?” You panted, feeling the way his mouth went slack. “Come and get me, Jon.”

He surged up over you, sure hands rolling you onto your belly. A gentle swat landed on your ass and you hummed, arching your back. “Oh that’s a fuckin’ sight, shit.” Jon groaned, running his fingers down the backs of your thighs. “Still fuckin’ quiverin’, someone needed that first one, huh?”

You heard the sound of his belt being undone and you teasingly rubbed back against him, the heat of his body radiating through the rough fabric of his jeans. “C’mon Jon, what are you waiting for?” You goaded, ducking your head when he roughly groped over your ass again. You swayed your hips back and forth, every curse that you got out of him music to your ears.

Jon gripped your hips tight, making you feel the hard line of his cock through his boxers when he rutted into you. “You think you can handle all of this, darlin’? You think you can take every fuckin’ inch? We are gonna’ find out, aren’t we?” He growled, his voice wreaking havoc on your body. “Fuck I’m hard for you, Jesus fuckin’ Christ I’m so hard for you.” He bent over your body, your breasts fitting perfectly into his hands while he rocked against you. “Gonna’ fill up that cute little pussy and make you fuckin’ scream my name.” He slid his boxers down. “Are you ready?”

There was a hitch in his voice and you recognized it for what it was. “Jon, I’m not going to tell you to stop.” You assured him, giggling when he groaned and rubbed his cock over the curve of your ass. “I’ve been waiting for this, Jon, please.”

“I can hardly believe that this shit is happening.” Mox sighed. You felt his fingers at your entrance, knuckles brushing your sensitive lower lips when he gripped his cock. “I’ve dreamed about this.” He put a hand on the small of your back, pushing you down nearly flat on the bed. “You like this, lookin’ back at me and I just-” He sucked in a breath when you turned your head to the side and made eye contact. “-fuck.”

His cock slipped and slid over your slit, smearing your arousal across your lips. Jon was obviously teasing both himself and you and you finally wrapped your fingers around his shaft and guided him in. Jon’s hands slammed into the mattress on either side of your body, his drawn-out moan tripping down the entire length of your spine while his cock slowly, slowly filled you up. You could feel him in your belly when he came to a stop, could feel the heat and pulse of him caressing your walls. You cried out into the pillow and you heard him groan in satisfaction as your thighs shuddered.

“Oh you took every inch, darlin’, you’re so perfect.” He praised, fingers slipping around your hip while you quaked underneath him. “That’s right, darlin’, fuck back into me. Arch that perfect little ass up so I can get a good angle for you.” His hand splayed on your stomach, propping you up just enough to give him unimpeded access to your pussy. His first real thrust rolled your eyes back in your head, your mouth popping open of its own accord as he rocked you up the bed. “How’s that, darlin’?”

You gasped for breath, grabbing at his hand on your stomach and pinning it there so he could feel you pant and squirm. Jon grunted, sliding his other arm beneath your hips to wrap around you tightly. He was still wearing his shirt, the fabric rubbing against your back as he rested more of his weight on you.

“I am gonna’ make you fuckin’ scream for me, darlin’.” Jon snarled, beginning to fuck down into you hard and fast. You were overwhelmed by his fervor, letting him have full control as you writhed and cried out at the sensations he was gifting you. The firm grip on your body, the slap of his bare skin against your own and the stubbled half-bites that kept landing on your shoulders, melding with the hard curve of his cock that dragged over your spot with every rough thrust.

��Yes, Jon, yes!” You begged for more and one hand left your hip to grope your breast, Jon raising you up just enough for him to flick and tug on your nipples. He paused with his cock fully embedded in your cunt, spreading your legs a little wider.

“You gonna’ be good for me? You gonna’ come on my cock?” He asked, chuckling at your sob of delight when he teased your clit. “Move up, darlin’, so I can touch you better.” Your thighs were shaking almost too hard to support you and Jon crooned in his throat, his hands back on your hips. “Look at you, God. Nothing can top this.”

You couldn’t stand him not moving for another second, the pressure of his dick rigid against your spot driving you crazy. You bucked and Jon cupped your pubic mound, fingers spreading your lips open to roll over your clit.

“Come for me, darlin’, Jesus Christ.” He groaned in your ear, his words muffled by your shoulder. “Fuck my cock, use that little pussy and fuck me ‘til you come, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me darlin’, I know you can do better n’ that.” He urged, burying his face in your hair. You felt his jaw twitch, felt the muscles in his arms and thighs go tight as you screamed his name into the pillow. “Hah that's it, oh my God darlin' you are so fuckin' good, so good-” He wrapped his arms around your stomach and pinned your body down so you couldn't wriggle away from him, cock pounding into you fiercely. “That's it, that's it, that's it, come for me, come for me, come for me, wanna' feel you come, please.” Jon begged, laughing breathlessly when you screamed for him again.

Your orgasm flooded you, the tension in your stomach and thighs finally snapping and leaving you boneless underneath Jon. You trembled with aftershocks and he grunted, going still inside you before quickly pulling out and coming on your back.

“Fuck, sorry.” Jon apologized, “Was gonna' ask first, you felt too good.” You gave an exhausted snicker and he chuckled, wiping down the small of your back with the hem of his shirt. “I probably should have gotten my jeans all the way off, too.” He pulled his shirt over his head and then slipped his arms back beneath your stomach, holding you close. You could feel his heartbeat racing in his chest against your back. “What the hell am I supposed to do without you?” He sounded abruptly forlorn. “Shit darlin', I leave tomorrow.”

You bit your lip, tapping his arm so you could roll over onto your back again. You draped your arms around his neck while he propped himself up, and then you tugged him in so you could rub your nose against his own. “We'll figure something out, Jon. You're not pussing out on your dream just yet.” Your voice was a little raw from your previous activities. Jon ducked his face into your neck, mumbling something that you couldn't hear. “What?” You asked, chucking him under the chin.

“Don't deserve you, is all.” He said quietly, a flush spreading over his shoulders when you gave him a loud smooch on the cheek.

“Shut up, you definitely do. I'm going to hopefully be a pain in your ass for a very long time.”

“Mm, can't wait.”

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Fic, An Anxious Touch

@burntblackfeathers requested a fic about Anxiety being able to transfer negative emotions or feelings when he touches someone, which is an awesome idea if you ask me. And I really wanted to get it right I rewrote it like three times am I done yet its one AM

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Warnings: Injury mention. Bruises and muscle damage. Panic attack brief mention, but it plays no part in the story. 2,464 words.

Abstract: Pain. Panic. Discomfort. Fear. Take or give. All with a touch.

Anxiety watched on as Thomas worked, in his opinion, far too slowly. Not enough was happening.

Anxiety began to worry that not nearly enough was getting done. So, Roman wanted perfection? Well, there was a way to get that done and complete the project in a reasonable time.

Anxiety made sure no one was looking and then rolled up his sleeves. He was going to have to be discrete about this, because he had done his best over the years to make the others forget he could do it.

He knelt invisibly beside Thomas and put his hand and lower arm over his host’s. Over the course of a minute or two, Thomas became frantic. He worked at a surprisingly rapid pace and became completely obsessed with the work.

As the hours went on, Anxiety felt all the things that were being forgotten. His stomach ached because they had worked straight through lunch, his mouth went dry from not enough water, and his joints ached because Thomas hadn’t really moved much in hours. Several times he thought about making him stop so they could do some basic self care, but he was too worried, and once Thomas got out of the zone it was difficult to get him back in.

Long after the sun had gone down, it was done. Anxiety took hold of Thomas’ wrist again and Thomas, having finished editing and uploading, suddenly realized he hadn’t eaten in a while. All the discomfort involved in not moving for hours finally caught up with him and he went to go get some water and walk around a bit.

With that, Anxiety decided he wasn’t needed anymore and sunk down into his area of the mindscape.

He took a walk through his simple dark hallways and began thinking about how nervous he actually was. Not for the first time, he considered jumping up wherever Roman was and grabbing his wrists, giving him all the worry and vague feelings he had.

But he couldn’t do that. He remembered what had happened last time.

Anxiety had spent years distancing himself from the others emotionally and physically. Back when they were all just vague ideas he used to touch the others to get rid of his feelings all the time, so baby Thomas would get nightmares or feel sad or neglected for no reason or do something stupid and be disciplined by his parents.

He had learned as they became self-aware that doing that only caused impulsiveness and more problems. Sometimes even embarrassment, and he could not stand embarrassment.

However, sometimes accidental touching was something that happened. The most recent incident had been at the end of the Valentine’s day video. Normally they didn’t touch each other during talks that would be made into videos because of obvious limitations involved, but a clever bit of editing had allowed Morality to trick Roman and Anxiety into holding hands.

Now, Anxiety hadn’t thought twice about touching “Valerie” because she was an imagined version of Thomas’ friend. She had no more emotions or mental functions than a robot or an NPC from a video game.

Roman, on the other hand, was an active self-aware part of Thomas’ mind.

As soon as Anxiety’s hand had touched the prince’s, he felt a surge of pure terror. What was going to happen? When he touched someone without notice the exchange could go either way. What was happening?

In the three seconds it took them to process what was happening and let go out of shock, the pure terror Anxiety was feeling flowed into Thomas’ creativity like water from a broken dam.

Even after they let go, there was still enough embarrassment and fear left in Anxiety’s mind that the two of them ran around and yelled in almost the exact same fashion.

Only after they calmed down did Anxiety realize that he couldn’t remember if there would be any long term side-effects. About half of his negative feelings had gone into Princey, so perhaps he wasn’t as worried as he should be, but he decided not to take it away. Who knows? Could be fun.

In the following weeks, Anxiety noticed a change. The prince was on edge, he became even more of a perfectionist than usual, and it soon became obvious that he was even doubting himself a little.

Part of the reason Thomas was procrastinating was because Roman was stressing perfection even more than usual. Anxiety was secretly loving this. He knew he shouldn’t have.

As Anxiety remembered all of this, he sighed. It was tempting to go back and make Roman feel that way again, then he wouldn’t be the problem all of the time, and maybe the royal pain could learn some humility.

He kept walking. It kept his mind off of how much he regretted taking what little residue was left of the negative emotions from Roman after the originality dilemma.

It had become clear to him that things would continue for at least a couple more weeks if he did nothing, so he had snuck in when Roman was sleeping, and concentrated so he could just assess what he was feeling.

His hand lay gently on the sleeping prince’s shoulder and he felt doubt and anger that was all too familiar. He wasn’t really in a state to take on more negative emotion, but he could tell it could be weeks before Roman was back to his unbearable effortlessly egotistical self. He drew the negative feelings that didn’t belong there into himself like a sponge.

Back in the present, the effects of the Valentine’s incident had long worn off, but using his weird curse/ability always made him think about it these days. He could use it for so much more than making things happen a little faster.

He could do something selfless for once, maybe. Perhaps take away Patton’s negative feelings and confusion on the rare occasions he had them. Maybe make Logan less tired when they were on a time crunch. He even briefly thought about the possibility of helping Prince, but that thought was soon gone. He had helped him enough already.

He could give them his negative feelings for a while. Finally let them understand. Give them the knot that formed in his chest when in a crowd, or let them feel like they were dying on the rare occasion he had an attack. When those happened he was extremely tempted.

He continued walking, not really realizing where he was going, when he realized that he was walking on a street.

It was a generic suburban neighborhood, with porch lights and streetlamps the only thing lighting up the night. Patton’s area. He had really been walking for a long time, hadn’t he?

He could go say hi. He knew which house Patton lived in. All the others were empty, and Morality had made it very clear that the others were always welcome. When they hung out all together, it was usually in Morality’s living room.

Visiting Morality. That was almost as tempting as attacking Roman with insecurities. Morality would probably welcome a hug. He could touch the dad’s neck for just a second and take away all his cares, or make him tired, or anything else.

Nah. Maybe not.

Anxiety walked over to one of the neatly manicured lawns and lay down on it. Since this was the way Patton envisioned the world, of course there was no light pollution. The stars danced and moved and swirled like a drop of blood in water. They swirled slowly and made no sense. It was nice.

He could just fall asleep here, on the perfect grassy lawn with no bugs in it, watching the imaginary stars swirl like a Van Gogh painting. However, if he slept in the realm of one of the others that tended to affect their mood. The last time he had fallen asleep at Patton’s house they had all become unusually lethargic.

He wondered for the first time if that was a variation of the touch thing. Maybe. Ah, who knows?

He got up and yawned. Maybe he would go to sleep on time for once. As he was walking down the street back towards his own area, however, he noticed a figure coming down another one of the streets.

He squatted behind a bush and looked through the leaves. It was Roman, limping badly.

He stood up as the prince walked by.

“Hey, Princey,” He said, not knowing what was compelling him to do what he was about to do.

Prince grimaced in pain and disgust when he saw Anxiety.

“What are you doing here, Jack the reaper?” he snarled

“Did you seriously just compare me to the grim reaper and a serial killer?”

“Perhaps. I can only suspect what horrible things you are doing. You never come here without an invitation,”

“As far as you know,” Anxiety said with an evil smirk.

“Never mind,” Prince huffed. “I have no time to talk to you. I must see Morality,”

“Uh, why don’t you just teleport there?” Anxiety asked.

The prince looked down and mumbled in a volume Anxiety could barely understand “I can’t concentrate,”

Tears of pain welled up behind Roman’s eyes and he took a deep breath to compose himself.

“Not that you care,” He grumbled as he started to walk off. “Just don’t get in my way,”

Anxiety sighed. He still couldn’t believe he was about to do this, but there was far too much going on for Thomas to have a bruised ego. Oh well. Maybe this could be his good deed of the month. Didn’t wanna be nice too often.

He pulled the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands and then grabbed hold of Roman’s arm. Before the injured man could twist away, he snapped his fingers and they were in Roman’s room.

“What on Earth are you doing, villain?” Prince cried out. “I cannot, I… Ow,”

Roman clutched at his side, obviously in a lot of pain. Anxiety sighed. “Calm down for half a minute, will ya? Or I might just change my mind about helping you,”

Roman continued to protest, but was too weak to put up much resistance as Anxiety forced his top shirt and shoes off of him. Once he had done that he pulled his hoodie off, showing his exposed arms to one of the others for the first time in years.

He supported Roman with his left arm and held on to the arm that fit over his shoulders with his right one. Prince wore a sleeveless undershirt under his regal attire, so when he took his top layer off his arms and most of his shoulders were completely exposed.

As he led Roman to the bed he started by moving his own increasing tiredness into the other. The combined fatigue and sleepiness was so much that Roman fell asleep almost the exact instant Anxiety threw him onto the bed.

Anxiety stretched before continuing. He felt wide awake now. Annoyingly so. He wouldn’t be sleeping for hours.

He put his hand on the sleeping prince’s forehead and assessed the situation. Yes, Roman didn’t have to remember any of this.

He cringed, but made as much skin to skin contact as he dared, resting his lower arms and hands on Princey’s arms and pushing their foreheads together.

He had to hold himself like this for about a minute. There was a lot to transfer. He prayed the entire time as bruises appeared on his person and Roman’s horrible memories of being beaten flowed into him that nobody needed either of them or decided to pay Roman a visit.

He hated this. He hated it so much. This much physical contact for this long was really weird and uncomfortable, and the entire time he was taking on injuries.

After it was done, Anxiety fell on the floor, alert but injured, and with some new unpleasant memories that weren’t exactly his own. He hadn’t taken the confusion away, so he could still concentrate.

He sucked in a sharp breath of air through his teeth as he put his hoodie back on. Man, Roman had really gotten himself beaten up bad this time, hadn’t he? How had he even walked all that way?

Anxiety stood up, supporting himself on Roman’s needlessly gilded bed frame.

“See if I help you again, you reckless idiot,” He growled. “I mean it. I am not helping you again. Moron. You better not remember this,”

He grimaced as he raised his hand in the air and snapped his fingers. He appeared in his own mercifully dark room and sat down on the bed and pulled his shoes off.

He lay on the bed, staring into the darkness. He couldn’t sleep. Not one bit. All of his tiredness was keeping Roman asleep right now, and Roman’s injuries were littering Anxiety’s body.

He sat there in the dark, regretting his decision. Strangely enough though, he had no desire to reverse it. He also knew he never wanted to do it again.

He remembered the stars in Morality’s imaginary neighborhood. He wondered if he himself was capable of conjuring up such a thing. Again he considered visiting Patton. What would be there in that little mindpalace house? Hot soup and sleeping pills. A warm couch to lie on and a happy voice that would tell happy stories until he fell asleep.

No. That wasn’t for him.

He stared into the darkness until dawn. The hours ticked by like years and he was aware the entire time of every bruise and muscle injury and cut on him. It sucked. It really truly sucked.

The next week made him regret all of his life choices. His injuries weren’t obvious because he kept so covered up, but it was still a pain to move. Thankfully though, the others didn’t see him often anyways and when he begrudgingly agreed to visit Morality for a movie musical marathon he didn’t have to move much. It was apparent that Roman remembered nothing. Good. Couldn’t have him think Anxiety had done something for him.

He still did his job with the same twisted enthusiasm as ever. He still threw insults and held Thomas back from doing things and reminded him of deadlines without stopping. The only thing that changed was how much he slept.

After that first hellish sleepless night, he slept much more than usual. As much as twelve hours, so Thomas that week actually had less anxiety right before bed and right after waking up.

After the week from Hell, which he had called this in his head, was over he flopped face down on his bed after the day was over and sighed.

Stupid Roman. He meant it. He was never going to do that again. Ever.

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Grimes sisters chapter 11

I didn’t wanna disappoint tonight again so here’s some more light reading with some (hopefully) nice smut. so 18+ please!!

Pairings: Shane x Fabienne; Daryl x Alex

Warnings: angst, drama, smut, mistake

Words: 2420

Fabienne POV

It was such a relieve to find Alex and Daryl in the basement of that house in Woodbury. Unfortunately she had to tell this asshole where we were that brought us in danger. That led to having to stand guard also at night. The governor was definitely a threat which we needed to be weary about. Rick and Glenn got the first night shift. I looked around and everyone had already retired to their cells after this hard day. “I’ll be right back.” I announced to Alex who was already laying in her bed exhausted.

Silently I snuck over to Shane’s cell. He was laying on his bed staring at the ceiling. “Hey, how’s your foot doing?” I asked lowly and kneeled next to his bed. I needed to get his interest back. “Hmm better. Thanks to your help.” he muttered back at me. He didn’t seem angry anymore that was nice for once. I had another look at his ankle but it still looked swollen. He needed to wear the bandage outside as much as possible I explained to him. He had just started to sit up when I pushed him back down and straddled him. I really wanted to show him who he belonged to. “I’m sorry okay?” I said kissing him on his cheek “I was just so angry at Rick and didn’t want any trouble. It all stressed me beyond believe.” I kissed his other cheek. He looked at me a little taken aback. I didn’t think he would let me do this to him. It had to be like questioning his manhood to him. Normally he always needed to be in charge. “Can you forgive me?” I asked before my lips landed on his and my eyes looked at him pleadingly. He took a second to think about it. I was scared for that split second before a wide grin spread across his face and he pulled me down for a passionate kiss. I moaned at the taste and feel of his lips. Oh, how I had missed them. I slightly bit his lower lip and that almost made him choke on his own breath. Because I was still sitting on his groin I could feel his manhood twitch underneath me. Only the thought of what was to come made me tingly all over. “This has to wait till tomorrow, darlin’. It’s not private enough here.” with that he left me high and dry. I rolled my eyes but knew he was right. Anyone could have walked in at any minute and I remembered we had a shift together at the watch tower the next morning. I was looking forward to that like crazy. I had just moved to get back up when he had pulled me down again and made some space next to him. “Stay the night?” he asked carefully. Our faces were so close our noses almost touched when I laid beside him. He pulled the blanket over both of us and just like that I finally felt at home again. In that moment I concluded that I wasn’t gonna give a damn anymore about what Rick thought or wanted me to do. I was just gonna do my thing. I was determined to show Rick that there was more to Shane than the notorious ass he saw in him. Shane was constantly stroking my arm what brought me slowly into a deep slumber.

“Fabienne come on we’re already late for our watch.” Shane pushed me and he sounded suggestive.  We had just had breakfast. Rick didn’t notice me being with Shane that night. Maybe it wasn’t too bad that he was still thinking we were hating each others guts. Took his focus off us. “On my way.” I grinned and followed him. On our way Rick and Glenn passed us “Good morning.” I smiled at them.

But of course fate wasn’t on our side again. The moment we wanted to go upstairs to have some fun Carol interrupted us. “Fabi, you’re supposed to go get to Alex. She wants to talk to you. I’m gonna take your shift.” She said friendly as if she was doing me a favor. But she didn’t know what we had had in mind. Was she serious? I sighed annoyed and glanced apologetically over to Shane who was probably as frustrated as I was. “Sorry babe.” I murmured and gave him a kiss. Then I turned and walked back up the hill. Why did Alex want to talk to me just then? “Hey you wanted to talk to me?” I said and tried not to sound too annoyed because she had been through too much already without me yelling at her now. “Yes” she simply responded. We went for a small round outside. She told me about Merle and Andrea but then it got really interesting. Girl talk ensued. “Daryl and I kissed yesterday. And we made out in one of the towns we raided.” she shocked me a little with that statement but also made me slightly proud. She didn’t have a lot of boyfriends or experience before the world ended. “Ahh really?” I grabbed her arm excitedly. They hadn’t gotten along very well in the beginning so I was even more happy for her. They were a lot alike maybe that was the reason they had found a way into each others hearts then. I was curious if Rick was gonna respond to them as bad as he was to Shane and me. To change the topic she suddenly said: “But tonight where have you been then?” she already knew the answer but still made me say it. Little minx! “Well… I slept in Shane’s bed but nothing happened. Not enough privacy you know? You only held me back from a probably enjoyable shift on the tower with him.” I chastised her but took her in my arms. I loved her soo much and couldn’t have stood the thought of her being gone. She was my little sister after all. Of course I loved Rick as well but our relationship was not the best at that moment. We sat for what felt like hours to talk. Those were rare moments those days.

Daryl POV

I was laying on my mattress staring at the ceiling. The bullet-hole in my shoulder did its worst. I was not gonna let that on though. I thought about the happenings of the last hours. Merle was alive. But he’d changed. He even treated me, his own brother, like shit. Did blood mean nothing no him anymore? I clenched my fists but then my thoughts came rushing back to Alex and me. The damn good kiss. I caught myself smiling at the memory. I decided not to keep staring aimlessly at nothing so I got up and went outside. I needed to walk the pain away anyways. Rick came talking to me: “And you say Merle has gotten even worse than he already was?” I nodded. Normally I would stand behind him no matter what but I was seriously pissed at him and Rick had been more there for me in the past year than Merle had been his whole life! “He even treated me like dirt!” I hoped that Woodbury wasn’t planning a revenge mission but if they were, let them come. We were gonna show them! We stood at the fence in silence watching the treeline. Suddenly I thought I had seen something rushing through the bushes. Was that a person? Maybe I was just hallucinating. “Did you see something?” Rick asked me and stared at the same spot. “Nah, probably just an animal.” I put it off.

My glance went back over to Alex and Fabienne. They were both sitting in the grass talking excitedly. I had made a deal with Rick to take the next shift with Alex.

A few hours later I had already taken my place at the tower. In the distance I could see Alex running towards the guard tower I was on. Seconds later she arrived a little outta breath by my side. There was no conversation in that moment. We made a small tour but no threats were visible. Neither walkers nor spies. We looked at each other and could see the desperation in each others eyes so everything went really fast. Before I knew it her lips were on mine in a hungry kiss. We stumbled backward into the cabin my hands were around her waist and hers held my hair at the nape of my neck. My hands pushed under her shirt and it over her head. Next I opened her bra and flung it across the room. Her lips came crashing down on my neck it caused goosebumps to appear all over my body. I stared at her breasts. Oh, how much I loved the feel of them under my hands and judging by the noises she made did she like it too. Her hands made quick work of my belt buckle and pushed my pants down. This was going fast and I loved it. My t-shirt I discarded myself. She was so damn sexy and naked even more so. I trampled my boxer shorts down but never let up from kissing and touching her. My tonged begged for entrance to her mouth which she gladly granted so we fought for dominance. My hands grabbed under her ass and I whispered “jump” so she did and I carried her over to a table in the corner. I completely ignored the pulsating pain in my shoulder. In that moment I had only one thought: I wanted her badly! My heart was hammering inside my chest. My mouth went to her neck and then down her cleavage and over her nipples. Then a ventured further south over her belly and she laughed when I dipped my tongue into her bellybutton. She got more and more excited until I got face to face with her dripping pussy. I blew on her and that made her moan. I loved the sounds she made. But I got soon really impatient and I could tell by the way she grabbed my hair that she was too so I dove right in. I circled her clit over and over and drew figure eights and when she started to pull on my hair I groaned in pleasure and felt my dick twitch. “More.” she moaned and I slowly pushed a finger inside her tight channel. It didn’t take me long to find her g-spot which made her hips buck violently as she came thrashing. I got up cause I couldn’t take it anymore I needed to feel her around me it had been too long. I looked at her and searched for any kind of objection but she seemed as eager as I was. So I pushed my cock slowly inside her. We groaned in unison at the pleasure we felt. She was so wet and warm and when I noticed she had adjusted to my size I picked up the speed and had to put my hand over her mouth because I discovered her to be a screamer and as much as I loved to hear her scream for me I didn’t want all of the others to hear her and maybe get alarmed. I felt her clench around me and knew she was close. Suddenly she clawed her nails into my back threw her head back and came. I picked up speed again and fell over the edge seconds later. I was so overwhelmed and I kissed her over and over still inside her. I probably had the same fucked out look on my face that she had. I pulled out of her and we put our clothes back on to get back to our post. She was still pulling on her shoes when I saw a relatively large herd at the fence pushing against it. Shit! “Alex you gotta go get the others we have a slight problem here.” I called out. I almost jumped down the stairs and with a few long strides I arrived at the fence and started stabbing those bastards while Alex had run up the hill to our building to get help. Whatever in hell attracted those walkers we needed to find the cause and kill them at the same time or the fence would collapse sooner or later. Nobody said a word we were to concentrated on stabbing them.

It had already gone dark when we had finally managed to get rid of the threat. I suddenly noticed how tired I was and let myself fall to the ground. My shoulder was killing me. No wonder after we had slaughtered hundreds of them. “Where in hell did they come from that fast?” Carol asked. Maybe they had already been there for a while but we had been a little occupied. I had a guilty conscience. I looked at her and she at me and I knew she was thinking the same. “No idea. They all just came at once outta nowhere.” I lied. I couldn’t tell them that we were having sex up on the tower during our guard duty. We slowly retreated and Glenn took the next shift with Maggie. I hoped they weren’t gonna make they same mistake we did. Completely exhausted I made my way back to my cell and laid on my bed. Alex came only minutes later “You okay?” she looked at me worriedly. I nodded “’m fine.” I thought that this could have gone to shit very easily today. We endangered the whole group that day. I was so angry at myself that I rammed my knife into the floor which made Alex wince. “Fuck!” I cursed. She wanted to ask what was wrong but she soon noticed that I didn’t wanna talk about it. Alex then got up and went back to her own cell. I felt a little bad for pushing her away like that but I couldn’t deal with her right then. Rick also seemed to have observed me.

I tried to find sleep after that but the pain and the remorse wouldn’t let me sleep. How could we have been so reckless? Don’t get me wrong it was nice… very nice but still stupid. I turned around and after what felt like forever I drifted into a slumber.

#The Walking Dead #thewalkingdeadgirls #Grimes Sisters #shane x ofc #daryl x ofc #series #original #Smut

[writerrobinsexcerpts-blog]

song: H.E.R "I won't" mood: mellow title: untitled

The cold air that was blowing through Dollie’s freshly straightened auburn hair gave her chills as she stood in front of her building, waiting for her usual customer to buy a 8th of weed from her. She blew air from her mouth into her hands, hoping she would warm up, but it wasn’t working. “Damn, this nigga needs to hurry up,” Dollie said as she looked out to the main street to see if she saw him coming- Dollie had been selling weed to everyone in her neighborhood for the last two years. That was how she funded her schooling since her so called wealthy family did not support her. They felt like at the age of twenty-three, she could find a job and support herself like they had to do. However, with all the classes she was taking at King Drew University, she didn’t have time for a dead-end job. So she got herself a medical marijuana license so she could purchase weed, and started slanging on the block like she was about that life. She had one more year in school, and she knew once she got her degree, she would get a job immediately, and wouldn’t have to look back on the struggle life she lived in Compton. Dollie lived on the Eastside of Compton in a well-kept apartment complex that was right next door to her school. The school she went to was a top medical school, however, it was located right in between Compton in Watts. But once she got a scholarship to attend, she wasted no time packing her things, moving out her parent’s home in Burbank, and renting an apartment right next door to her school. It saved her money because she could walk to school. At that moment, her customer pulled up and parked in the parking lot where Dollie was standing. Dollie walked over to his car and hopped in the passenger seat. She was thankful that he had his heater blasting in his Range Rover. “Damn, its so fucking cold out there. I was only standing there three minutes, and I felt like I was going to freeze to death,” Dollie said as she placed her hands in front of the heater. “Yeah, it’s cold as fuck. But what’s up with you? How is school?” Lamar asked as he reached into his pocket for his wad of cash to pay for his weed. “School is good. I got to go in the house once I’m done out here so I can finish reading these chapters. I only have one more year left. So I have no time to slack.” She passed him his weed in a pill bottle. “That’s what’s up. But are you burning one with me real quick? I haven’t seen you in a couple days. Thought we would catch up,” Lamar said with a smirk. Not only was she his dealer, he was her little boy toy. It had been almost a year since he had been buying weed from her, faithfully, and she knew he only bought from her consistently was because she liked to make out with him, and let him play with her pu**y in his passenger seat. Dollie didn’t have a man, and she had sexual needs. So she felt like Lamar was the one to fulfill them the way she liked. Lamar always told her that he thought it was a little childish that they only kissed and touched, even though he was a year younger than her, and she always left him with blue balls. But she knew he liked it, and knew he wouldn’t turn it down. “Yeah, I can sit out here with you for a minute. Roll up,” Dollie said as she slid off her jacket because his heater had warmed her up. As the two were passing the blunt back and forth and listening to music, Lamar decided to spark a conversation. He was feeling Dollie, and had never met a girl living in Compton that was like her. She was in school, had no kids, lived on her own, and knew how to hustle to make ends meet. However, he thought she was too beautiful and intelligent to be selling weed. He knew her struggle and her situation with school and her parents. He so badly wanted to step in and be a provider for her. That’s why he always came around and bought weed from her. He didn’t even have to buy from her because he owned his own medical marijuana spot with his best friend. So he was basically giving her money because he knew she needed it. Over the last year, he had gotten to know her well enough to know that he wanted to make her his girl before some loser or schoolboy did. Lamar had a lot on his plate but he wasn’t going to let it stop him from snagging the female he wanted in his life for an eternity. “You going to be a nigga wife someday. You know that?” Lamar asked out the blue as he blew smoke from his nose. “That weed must be real good. Got you talking about marriage. Let me hit it again so I can feel the same way,” Dollie joked. “Nah, I’m for real. I’ve been buying weed from you that I don’t even need. I end up giving it to my homies. I knew if I bought weed from you, I could snag some of your time every time I came through. To get to know you. And, you’ve told me enough to want to wife you.” Dollie smiled. “I’m flattered… So you’ve been giving my weed away, huh. What, you don’t like it or something?” Dollie asked, slightly changing the subject. him talking about marriage makde her a little nervous. Getting married was something she always wanted to do. But knew it wouldn’t happen anytime soon. He chucked… “I mean, it could be better. But I own a weed shop. I thought you would have asked about me by now to know what I be doing around here.” “No, I only go off what you tell me, which is not too much. We spend most the night talking about me until you got your tongue down my throat. Its like I’ve been kissing a stranger and letting him play in my pussy for a year, and that’s only because you have nice conversation and you are cute. So, I think that’s as far as it will ever get with us. I may not know much, but my friend tells me you got a girl. So, don’t even try to lead me on.” She crossed her arms. “I don’t have a girl. That’s I want to make you my girl. And, I won’t take no for an answer.” Lamar gazed at her, hoping his boldness would make her say yes. Dollie looked Lamar in his eyes. She was trying to find some kind of dishonesty so she could tell his ass no. But the look he gave her told her that he was serious. She had never made someone her man over a smoke session, and a simple demand. But there was something about Lamar that she liked too. She hadn’t had a boyfriend since high school because she felt like her life was too busy for a boyfriend. But something about this man that was staring at her like he could see their future right before his eyes made her think, just maybe, she could fit him into her life. Maybe life would be easier if she opened up her heart to this stranger that cared so much to waste money on weed he didn’t need just to get to know her and steal a little of her time. However, she still needed answers before she gave him any kind of answer. “What do you want from me, Lamar. I’m sure women drool over you every day. And, how do I know for sure you don’t have a girl?” “Trust me, ain’t no bitch in my life worthy enough for me to make them my girl. I mean I got bitches around me, but they just be home girls and bitches that bud tend at my shop. But I’m single, and all I want from you is your heart, and your trust. Let me take some of that weight off ya back so you don’t have to be out here slanging weed. It’s dangerous. So let me come in your life and be that nigga you need. I promise I won’t disappoint you,” he took his index finger and lifted her chin to make sure she made eye contact with him. Their gazed turned into their usual make out session. But this time, their kiss was passionate and real. It wasn’t like the high school make out sessions they usually had. This kiss had emotion, and had Dollie feeling like she could someday fall in love. Dollie disconnected their kiss and Lamar was in a daze. He had never had a woman make him feel so good, and so connected. Her lips had him in a daze that he didn’t want to come out of, even though Dollie still hadn’t gave him his answer. “Lamar, I believe in real love and marriage. Are you ready for that commitment? Are you ready to build something real with me?” “Doll, I’d marry you tonight if city hall was open, that’s how much I like you. I think about you every day, and I’m finally comfortable to ask you. Now are you going to be my girl or not?” Lamar was anxious to know her answer. ...

[artificialqueens]

Reminicenses (Trixya) Ch5-Scoobert

Trixya high school au: so this is set when they’re both adults but each chapter has a flashback to their high school days. It’s loosely based on a song ‘caught in the crowd’, by Kate Miller-Heidke, an Australian singer I really like and saw live the other day. I cried when I heard her sing this and yeah I know it’s a little bit sad but I thought of the awesome Trixya au it could be. The song’s about Kate reminiscing on how she should’ve helped this kid out when he was being bullied in school, so this is basically the extended version of that.

An: Ah so this is the last chapter, I really enjoyed writing this story, I think it ends on a sad but cute note, hopefully you like it, if anyone has any feedback, I would love to hear it :D

Xx Scoobert

Katya POV

I finished mopping the floor and changed into some comfy pyjamas. I grabbed the menu and ordered some noodles, mmmm noodles and some rice and prawn crackers mmmm prawn crackers 🍤🍜.  Once I picked out a fantastic movie to watch (it’s Contact, it’s a really great movie, you should totally watch it), I grabbed the cosiest blanket and some new cups of tea for each of us, hopefully it wouldn’t go as bad as it had last time.

Trixie shyly opened the door of my bathroom and walked out with a timid smile on her face. Damn, if anyone could look as good in track pants.

‘Hey Barbie, nice shower?’ I asked.

‘Yeah, good to freshen up thanks.’

‘Bet it would’ve been better with me in there with you,’ I smiled at her slyly while she let out a cackle, the timidness she’d previously donned gone. The doorbell rang and I went to go collect our dinner.

‘I hope you don’t mind I picked out an amazing movie for us to watch!’

‘Oh yeah, what is it huh?’

‘CONTACT!’ I exclaimed, leaping from my spot on the couch.

‘Hmmm okay, whatever you reckon.’

We both settled in, forks in hand and I played the movie. Once we’d finished our dinner, both of us glad at our food babies we’d developed, I attempted to scoot closer to her. Now that we’d both gotten over our previous sadness and cried ourselves silly, I could finally focus on Trixie and her hot body without feeling guilty.

But then again, maybe she wouldn’t want me. I hadn’t been the one to bully her, I would never do that of course, but some people say that onlookers are just as bad if not worse because they know what’s happening is wrong. I had been that person, too selfish, too scared, too… that was high school Katya and she was gone now. As Trixie said, people change and we’ve both moved on.

But as I scooted closer, I couldn’t help but wonder, maybe she still hated me, I suppose I would if I were her…

‘Come on Katya, I need a cuddle buddy after all that crying earlier’

And just like that all my worries were dispelled and being my usual self I moved so I was right next to her, wrapping my arm around her neck and letting her lean into me so her head was on my shoulder. I could feel her warmth underneath me and from one glance down, I could she was smiling, presumably not from the movie, although to be honest, I would be content either way. This is a fucking great movie, let’s not forget.

As the movie went on I could tell that her previous emotion was…probably not from the movie, in fact I was so involved in the movie that I hadn’t realised she’d fallen asleep. I leant my head up softly, so as not to wake her and kissed her head gently. Her long luscious curls tangled up with my own. I looked down at her, at her soft smile as she slept, her slightly red but hopeful eyes and her, oh god, Katya, don’t look there, she’s asleep right on top of you for gosh sake. I gave her one more kiss, this time on the cheek, before sitting back and relaxing.

Flashback

Once I’d got home, I left my bike round the corner. I’d decided to go to my mom’s because her house was near Brian’s, although reflecting, maybe that wasn’t the best idea. I didn’t really want to face him after what happened. How could I? I’d completely betrayed him. We’d had such a nice chat at lunch and I just left him to be kicked by those bullies. And after he’d told me how tough he had it at home, god Katya. You should understand him, feel empathy, but instead you fucking watched him lie in his own blood.

Okay calm down Katya, as soon as you see him tomorrow morning apologise to him profusely and…and then what, become magical happy lil best friends for life who skip on rainbows together and eat fairy floss for every meal. I don’t think so. What does happen from this point? I can’t apologise to him and then just ignore him at school or worse let it happen again, but if I do want to become friends with him that could be me lying on the pavement lying in their own blood, tomorrow after school.

Nah they wouldn’t do that to me, those guys know me, we’re frien…okay maybe not friends, but I’d like to think I’m at least friends with Alaska. Then why do I kinda get the feeling that it could be me. Would she really disregard our friendship that quickly? Well I never did actually tell her that I’m bisexual. I just didn’t really feel the need I suppose. Or maybe it was something else, maybe I was scared that she’d react weirdly or look at me different. She probably would if she already reacts so badly to Brian.

I don’t see what’s so wrong about it, Brian isn’t fucking hurting anybody, I bet he’s never even flirted with anyone in his life, let alone anyone at school. Why do they hate him so much, are they scared of him or something? I dunno I just want it to be over, I don’t wanna deal with it anymore.

No, stop it!

What are you going to do when you see him tomorrow, you have to think about it and make a strategic move. You could make this kid’s life a little bit happier or you could destroy your own. Okay you know that’s not true, you’d probably make his life a whole lot better. Alaska absolutely brightened up my world when she talked to me. Granted everything we talked about was about her, at least I had someone to talk to. It was a nice feeling. Imagine how happy you could make this kid Katya, imagine how much happier you’d be not having to hang out with Alaska every day of your life.

But…

‘What the fuck are you doing here, can’t you go to your dad’s or something, bloody hell! Does this mean I have to feed you, ughhhh.’

‘Um, hi mom, sorry, I just wanted to come here, I’ll just grab some toast or something, don’t worry about me.’

‘Oooh just wanted to come here did you,’ she mocked. ‘Well go ahead then I suppose, be quiet about it though, I’m trying to watch my programs!’

‘Sure, thanks mom!’

I hurried over to the kitchen and grabbed the toast when it was probably only half done (or fully done I suppose for those losers that eat barely cooked toast). I rushed to the back of the house, where I had a little room with a mattress on the floor. I sat on the bed, and watched some YouTube on my phone, trying to distract myself while I ate. Trying to distract myself from what I really needed to think about.

Once I’d eaten I changed into some pyjamas and went to brush my teeth, walking quietly so as not to disrupt my mom’s programs. As I brushed my teeth, I couldn’t help but coming back to the same problem which raced around my head like it was grand theft auto or something.

You dick, just apologise, and be his friend! Then what? Auhghghghufifquajnvkclmw.

You know what, you are being absolutely ridiculous, just go to his house right now and talk to him, explain what’s happening and how much you want to be his friend. Explain why you can’t continue to be his friend because it’ll ruin your social standing and you don’t want to get bullied like he does? No…shit! What do I say??! Okay just go there and say whatever comes out and hope he listens.

I crept out quietly not bothering to let my mom know I was going out; not like she’d care anyways. I tried to remember where he lived and when I saw the bike parked around the side of the house, I knew it was his.

Okay, lets do this. Front door? Mmm don’t really want to say hi to this awful stepfather of his. Window? Eh I suppose so, I already slowly kill my lungs every afternoon, nothing to lose.

I sneaked around the house and saw a room which had a sparkle of pink, yup got it! I climbed carefully up the strategically placed vine hanging on the side of the house and onto the side roof. I peeked my head up carefully and looked around the dark bedroom.

Ohhhhh my god. It’s a déjà vu that I never, ever wanted to relive again. He was on the ground, a small pool of blood surrounding him. I bit my lip from the stress and could feel a little blood trickle into my own mouth.

His stepfather…it must have been him.

God, I can’t go in there, I just can’t.

Then he seemed to wake up and I probably should have left as soon as I saw movement, but I had to stay, had to see his face.

Bad idea, bad idea, such a bad idea. His face, it was the same one that had filled me with a thousand pounds of lead earlier this afternoon. The one that made me want to walk over to him and cuddle him in my arms and stroke his hair.

But god, I couldn’t go in there, I just couldn’t.

End flashback

I drew a deep sigh as I thought of what had happened that night so many years ago.

After all this time, I’d finally made amends, she’d gone through some rough shit, but it was over, her life had changed, it was all gone. Hopefully she could eventually tell me the whole truth of what’d gone down in her high school years. There would proba…definitely be way more tears to come.

If I could be a part of it, a part of her life, god would I be grateful, I’d never ever leave her again. Never let her be in pain, loneliness or any of the sucky emotions my ‘friends’ or her bloody stepfather put her through.

 I’d be there for her, for Trixie.

The end

#scoobert #reminisences #trixya #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #angst #hurt #fluff #transgender character #tw abuse #rpdr fanfiction #submission #trans character #high school au #lesbian au

[hartenstraat-matt]

Here for You || Matt & Blaine

Tagging: Matthew Davidson & Blaine Anderson When: May 27, 2018 Where: Matt’s house Notes: Matt and Blaine discuss everything that’s on Blaine’s mind.

Matt 

Things weren't right with Blaine, that much Matt knew  from their conversations. His friend hurt, a hurt he'd been through in the past though he tried to keep himself from ever reaching that level with anyone. It was too much to deal with. So Matt extended his home for a place Blaine could go to, that way he wasn't alone and thinking about things because those damn thoughts could make things worse. Besides, he wanted to hang out with the guy, too. Just like they talked about. James was on the floor coloring, Matt glad he laid out a big ass sheet of paper underneath him because that kid was going this way and that on the coloring book. A total masterpiece. They had dinner an hour before but Matt saved a plate for Blaine if he was hungry. James' bedtime wasn't too far from now but at least his friend could get some time in with his son, as James loves to meet new people.

Blaine 

Blaine sighed as he walked up to Matt's apartment door and knocked gently.  He'd just gotten done at the gym.  His bag was slung over his shoulder and his knuckles were slightly reddened by the force of the punches against the bag.  The workout had helped with his anger, but it still wan't helping with the hurt.  He ran fingers through damp locks of hair as he took a few deep breaths.  He knew it was obvious he was crumbling, but he didn't want it to affect his relationship with Matt.

Matt 

Matt groaned as he got to his feet, feeling like an old man at that point as he'd not worked in over a month and a half. That'll change soon, thank God, but still he needed to hit the gym in the near, near future. He went down the steps which led to the front door and opened the door wide. "Jesus. You're sweaty. Did you run here?" He joked and motioned for him to come in. "I was just thinking I need to head back to the gym." He told him with a grin, closing the door behind him.

Blaine 

“Gym showers not sweat,” Blaine said as he stepped inside, “figured I try to punch out some of my anger and instead I just made it worse I think.”  He dropped his bag on the floor and toes off his shoes, “I know a good gym, and I could always use a spotter.”

Matt 

"Didn't know you box. I used to back home." He looked down at Blaine's knuckles and recognized those tell-tale red markings. He took his hand, without asking, and peered over them. "Do you want some ice for this. It'll keep it from being too painful and to keep the swelling down." Matt heard his son run to the top of the stairs and he announced himself loudly. "HI!" he waved down at them. "I'm James!" Matt looked up at him and chuckled. "Better say hi or he'll keep introducing himself."

Blaine 

“Yeah I have since high school, now I do mixed martial arts.  It provides a better full body workout,” he smiled as the other took his hand but shook his head,”nah it should go down overnight.”   Blaine chuckled as James waved down at them and waved back, “hi James I’m blaine.”

Matt 

"Come draw!" He waved his hand enthusiastically, trying to bring Blaine up the stairs. "Gee. I wonder where he gets his enthusiasm from?" This came out in a playful way. "He'll be right there, buddy. Get your colors ready for him." Matt assured his kid and went back to Blaine. "If you change your mind about the ice, just let me know. I got some ibuprofen, too." Matt also had pain killers but he didn't want to announce that. Before they got going Matt went ahead and pulled Blaine into a hug, which probably caught him by surprise. "Figured you could use one of these." 

Blaine 

Blaine chuckled slightly as James waved his hand to get him to join him.  He nodded as Matt mentioned the ice and ibuprofen, “I’m good promise. It’s a good ache.”  He went to step forward as he felt the other man’s arms wrap around him, and he brought his arms up and paused a moment in the hug before pulling back, “that obvious I’m falling apart?”

Matt 

“That’s not my falling apart hug.” He said as he looked at Blaine, who broke the hug sooner than he expected. “That’s a I’m here for you hug.” He started to go up the stairs, but only had a foot on the first step as he turned to look at him. “I think if you were falling apart you probably wouldn’t have gone all Mike Tyson on a punching bag. You would have hit a wall or someone.” Matt thought of the time that happened to him but he didn’t stay on it long. “You hungry? I saved you a plate of food if you feel like eating.”

Blaine 

Blaine looked at Matt for a moment as he looked back at him, “I feel like I was rejected by the one person that has always understood me.  I didn’t want to force him into more cause that’s not the type of guy I am so when we talked we agreed it wasn’t working and I stepped back.  I didn’t expect something over a few short weeks would hurt me so badly, but all it really did was I think stir up old crap.”  He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, “food sounds good.”

Matt

"But it doesn't mean you're falling apart. You're still on your feet. You still went on a trip. You still went to the gym and made a bag your bitch, though it looks like it put up a good fight with how torn your knuckles are. "That rejection. That rejection sucks. It might be the type of thing which'll weigh on you for a long ass time. And it wasn't something over a few short weeks, man. It's something that's brewed for many, many years. That's why it hurts. This is something you've wanted and you didn't even get a chance to enjoy it when you had it."

Blaine 

“Sometimes I overdo, push through physical pain and keep going when I should stop,” he stopped as Matt spoke.  It was true he had felt something for Sam for a long time.  Sam was his go to when Kurt was not.  He could turn to him when things go rough so to know that the other felt something for him and wanted to pursue something, but then just gave it sucked hard. “I feel like he just gave up.”

Matt 

“Is that what hurts the most?” His son was calling him by “Dad” and he knew the boy was growing impatient. “That you were willing to see how things go but then as soon as they got started it ended?” Matt took another step up. “What do you think caused it to happen?” Then, “On our way, bud. Sit tight.” Not that that will work. He wouldn’t be surprised to see him at the top of the stairs again, which was blocked by a gate.

Blaine 

“I think so, it sounds horrible to say but I felt led on,” he shrugged, “and I know that was the furthest from Sam’s intentions.  He’s a touchy feely guy.  He doesn’t see wrong with cuddling with his friends, but I saw something very wrong with it.  Especially when it involved an aloe rub down.”

Matt 

“From what it sounds to me, and tell me I’m wrong, but what you wanted was to be given a chance and not to have to worry about the whole dating around aspect. Not so early on into this? Or maybe you rather have exclusivity?” Matt leaned against the railing and looked to him. “So. Let me ask this. If something were to happen between you and me will you want it to turn into something serious or to keep it casual?”

Blaine 

“I wanted definition, he didn’t want labels, but he wanted exclusivity, yet he didn’t want to behave in that way.  At least that’s how it felt.”  Blaine looked at the other, “I’m looking for a serious relationship, but it doesn’t have to start that way, as long as it’s defined.  Sam and I didn’t have any definition, because the night we finally sat down to figure it out, he broke up with me.”

Matt 

“I can see why this is hard to get over. It had too many confusing elements to start with but when the talk finally came at the end did you feel it was best to set the dating aspect aside and just go back to being friends? Or was that more to get the inevitable out of the way?”

Blaine 

"I agreed to what he wanted so that I wouldn't lose a friend," Blaine sighed, "I didn't see the point in fighting because I wouldn't win, he had his mind made up going into the conversation."  He licked over his lips, "I feel used."

Matt 

Matt sat with this for some time and sighed. “Let’s put this conversation on pause because I have a kid up there who wants attention and he’ll be hell to get to sleep.” Matt said as he took another step. “We’ll get back to this when we can lay around together.”

Blaine 

Blaine nodded and headed up the stairs.  He stepped over the gate and looked around, "James, bud show me what you're working on coloring okay?"

Matt 

Matt dropped to the floor and went ahead and listened to his son explain everything in his unique way. As much as he have this kid a hard time he loved him, which was clear with the way he asked questions and ruffled his hair. He even tried to draw something but when it didn’t live up to James’ standards he asked him how it could be better. “I’ll be back. Gonna warm up your food and take care of something.” He told Blaine, leaving them.

Blaine 

Blaine watched Matt's interactions with James.  It was clear the other was a natural father.  He picked up his own crayon and doodled a bit on some of the paper and when Matt got up he nodded and continued sitting on the floor with James, "hey little man can you show me how you drew that turtle again?"

Matt 

Matt placed the food in the microwave, which was spaghetti and meatballs with grilled zucchini and squash on the side because he wanted James to eat vegetables. He tossed a good sized hunk of garlic bread in the oven before he went to his bedroom to tidy, mostly moving toys to James’ room since they played and napped earlier. When Matt returned he dropped onto the sofa and watch Blaine and his kid draw together.

Blaine 

Blaine was sitting with James a while, listening to the preschooler talk on and on about his drawings.  They drew a few trucks, zoo animals, and a raptor.  He looked up as Matt walked back in, " care to join us in drawing the tyranosaurus or stegosaurus."

Matt 

“I think you guys have this.”He said, needing just a bit of Matt time. Plus he knew it was getting to the point to give James his bath and put him to bed. Which could turn into a disaster quick. After another ten minutes he said, “Okay. Time for your bath, little dude.” Before he could bolt Matt was on him and flung the kid over his shoulder. ”This can take awhile. Food is ready. Just have to get it out of the microwave and oven. Drink whatever you’re craving. I got a lot in the fridge.” Matt walked out with a not so pleased four year old protesting bath time.

Blaine 

Blaine nodded.  He continued to draw with the other and when the time came for bath, he couldn't help but chuckle as he walked into the kitchen to help himself to the meal the other had prepared.  He walked around the kitchen pulling silverware from the drawer and a glass from the cupboard before pouring himself a diet coke.  He grabbed his plate from the microwave and then grabbed the bread from the oven before sitting down at the table.

Matt 

As predicted it took awhile and when Matt emerged from the bedroom, shirt still wet and hair up in funny angles, he joined Blaine towards the end of his meal. “I made that from scratch.” He pointed out. “There’s a Dutch apple pie too if you want something sweet.” Matt went to the kitchen and pulled a beer from the fridge. He popped the top and took a long drink while he leaned against the counter. “You and James looked cute together.”

Blaine 

"It's really good, thank you," Blaine said as the other came into the kitchen and he nodded his head as the other mentioned the apple pie.  He sipped his soda and watched as the other drank from his beer, "I've never hid the fact I like kids.  I think I'm pretty good with them too."

Matt 

“If you ever want to play with him just let me know. I try to keep up but even I don’t have that type of energy anymore.” He swirled his beer around and said, “Don’t worry about the dishes. I’ll get to those later.” Matt took another pull from the cold beer and licked his lips to rid the wetness. “Want to hang in the living room or my room?”

Blaine 

"Sounds good," he smiled at the other, "No I'll clean up really quick."  He stood to rinse his cup and plate before setting them on the side of the sink and making sure the oven was off, "which do you prefer we hang out in?"

Matt 

Well, Matt wasn’t going to fit this and he finished his beer in the meantime. “Eh. Let’s go to the room. I want to lay down and we talked about us laying around while we chat.” He said as he set the empty to the side and went to his room, glad he cleared the toys. Matt kicked his shoes off and collapsed onto his bed, but he rebounded quickly and rolled to his side. “All aboard.” He joked.

Blaine 

Blaine nodded and followed the other into the bedroom laughing as he kicked off his own shoes and sat on the edge of the bed as well, "the only thing that makes that make any sense if this was a 1980s water bed."  He licked over his lips, "thanks for having me over."

Matt 

“If I had a water bed that fucker would’ve been popped the first night. James would find a way.” He joked and went to his back and laid his arm out, “Come here. Now I can hold you while you unload about what’s on your mind. I might not be able to offer much in advice but I’m gonna listen to whatever you want to say.”

Blaine 

Blaine sighed and curled into the other's side.  It felt nice to be held in someone's arms.  He let out a long deep breath, "I don't know I think I'm frustrated because I feel rejected and used.  I know that wasn't Sam's intent, but that's how I feel."

Matt 

Once Blaine laid next to him Matt used all his strength to pull him closer, practically rolling him onto his chest, but not completely. His other arm joined in and he held Blaine securely. Now he could see him while he spoke. “From what I gather from Sam I think you’re right. It wasn’t his intent. But intent or not it still left you with this gaping hole in your chest, right?” His hand smoothed up and down Blaine’s back. “What is it that you want? If you could make things right again with what happened between the two of you?”

Blaine 

Blaine took in a shuddery breath.  He really didn't want to cry, not while in the arms of this really hot guy who was being so kind and understanding of him and all of his flaws.  He closed his eyes as Matt asked what it was  that he wanted and he thought for a moment.  He let out another deep sigh, "I don't know, probably just for him to define what we were better.   He lead me to believe that he wanted me, but at the same time I don't think he wanted me in the same way."

Matt 

This was one Matt had to think over. “Maybe If has a lot to do when dating history. I only know of you and Kurt and when you guys met. Was Kurt you’re only serious relationship or did you have someone before? What about Sam? A lot of a person’s past carries into how they handle things and maybe there is something there to figure out or to help make sense so it can ease your mind a little?”

Blaine 

“Kurt has been my only serious relationship.  I haven’t really been wanting to date until now, and I want something serious again, I like having the closeness and dependability in someone, physical closeness as well.”  He sighed, “Sam dated girls mostly, there was Mercedes and she and he were close to the same level as Sam and I but as far as how serious he got with anyone between her and Quinn I don’t know.”  He nodded, “at this point I don’t think knowing anything like that would help.”

Matt 

“How can it not? Your relationship experience is different from his. He dated girls and from you said there were at least two. Was he friends with these girls?” Matt sighed. “I just want to make sure I’m giving the best advice I can. You guys have a lot of history I don’t know about and I was always taught to get both sides of a story. But know this. Just because I’m asking doesn’t mean I want you to feel your feelings aren’t justified.” 

Blaine 

“He dated women mostly, I only know about Quinn from Kurt and don’t know the extent of their relationship he lived with Mercedes awhile in college, and he dated one guy briefly in Ohio.”  Blaine licked over his lips, “I understand.”

Matt 

Matt took that in and said at last, “Just those three?” Not that that mattered and he didn’t know what to do with that information but what he did know was he had a friend next to him who was clearly not fine with how things went. Matt looked down at Blaine and brought a hand to run through his now dry curls. “Do you want me to go to the gym with you and spar? Get in a ring? Anything that’ll help unload some of this tension?”

Blaine 

“There were more, and he was always willing to label things then, so I don’t know what changed that.”  Blaine breathed out a bit as he felt Matt’s fingers run through his hair, “that’s up to you, I don’t really want to burden anyone with my tension.”

Matt 

“Well...” his fingers continued to stroke through Blaine’s hair, going slow but also dipping his fingers in more so it would graze his scalp. “Maybe having all those others and them not working out could be a reason why he wanted to try something different. You’re also a best friend of his and that has to be treated a certain way, too.” His other hand smoothed down Blaine’s back and he rested it there. “Nah. I can handle it. I used to go to a ring when I was in Calgary. It helped with a lot of my anger.”

Blaine 

"I get that,"  Blaine sighed, "I guess what bothers me the most about this situation is how angry I am.  We agreed it wouldn't get weird, but now it is weird.  I feel threatened by Peter, which I know I shouldn't but I do because Sam has spent more time with him than me since that night they stayed together.  Idk the more I think about it the more I feel replaced."

Matt 

“Do you think that weirdness you’re feeling is something Sam feels, too? Because that might be way you haven’t spent as much time with him as before. As much as you guys are friends it’s hard to just ignore any type of tension that might’ve shifted the dynamic of a friendship.” He said, speaking soft and slow; just like his fingers as they messed with his black curls. “How often does what happened get brought up?”

Blaine 

"We text, but that's about it.  I haven't actually seen him since I got back from Germany.  I mentioned I want to have people over for dinner, but that hasn't happened yet.  I also told Quinn I thought she was rushing things with Derek, and I pretty much just don't want to deal with either of the situations right now, but I'm at the point where if I don't then I'm just going to explode."

Matt 

“What situation? I’m lost. Quinn came up out of the blue here. Is she mixed in with what’s happening with you and Sam or is that something else entirely?”

Blaine 

"Kinda it's weird, but basically I'm frustrated with Sam, and Quinn has been doing nothing but gushing about Derek and when she said she thinks she loves him I basically went all devil's advocate on her and said are you really sure?  I asked her a bunch of questions to think about and she just completely shut down on me.  I guess I'm just a cynic lately," Blaine shrugged

Matt 

“Why shouldn’t you be? Your crush didn’t pan out the way you thought it would and then there is someone who has things going the way you wanted it to be so it does leave you bitter. You also want to make sure she’s not getting into something she’ll later regret because she’s caught up in the puppy love stage. It’s only natural when it comes to friends. Hell, Kel and I married pretty quick and that marriage didn’t last.” Matt’s hand stilled in Blaine’s hair and his green eyes looked into his. “This cynicism won’t last. You’ll get back to how you were before everything happened with Sam. And your divorce as that has to have some remnants of pain there that’s subconsciously poking through into this.”

Blaine 

Blaine nodded and smiled at the other, "I'm glad someone sees that it's okay for me to be feeling this way, because I get the impression that I shouldn't because it was so short lived."  He looked down and then back up at the other as he felt the other's eyes on his as his hand stilled, "I know that won't last.  I just needed to work through things on my own and explain to him why I disappeared.  I don't hold anything against him really."  He nodded, "and you're probably right about my divorce playing into this a bit too."

Matt 

“So what if it was short lived. There are people out there who have a whirlwind romance during a weekend and it leaves a lasting impact. It’s just the way things go. You’ve been texting but why don’t you do something? Go bowl or play some games. Something that isn’t just sitting and staring at each other and feeling that weirdness. Get back to what made you guys best friends in the first place and that talk will make its way in. The apology. Because the more this carries on the way it is now, you will lose that spark with him and I know that’s not what you want.”

Blaine 

Blaine nodded, "Yeah that's definitely what I want to do."  He smiled at the other, "earlier you asked about what I would want if this turned into something?  Did you have something in mind?"

Matt 

Well. That was a question he didn’t expect and he chuckled, dropping his head back onto his pillow. “You already know I’m not ready for any sort of relationship but I’m a guy who doesn’t mind fooling around. As long as the person I’m with is cool with it. I feel like it’s been awhile since you’ve been kissed. Like really kissed and I know that makes me feel better when I’ve been having a shit day.”

Blaine 

"Sam kissed me," Blaine said softly, but the last time I was really kissed with that heart stopping, I need more, loss of breath type kiss was my ex husband."  He chewed his lip, "I've also never been one to try casual sex.  Yes I cheated on my ex with a guy I barely knew, but it was a one time indescretion and I never really did that since."

Matt 

Blaine mentioned his infidelity before and Matt nodded, keeping quiet. “This doesn’t have to lead to sex. Not tonight at least but if you want to just lay here and kiss and not worry about anything for awhile , I’m game.” His fingers went though Blaine’s hair again; his voice soft. “We can keep talking, too. I’ll just follow your lead.”

Blaine 

"Do you want to kiss me," Blaine asked, "like really kiss me for me, or just because you think that's what I need?"  He paused to collect his thoughts a moment, "because I know you want casual, but I fall easily are you sure you want to take that risk?"

Matt 

“If you think doing that will cause issues between us them it’s for the better to not do it, especially with things are right now. But to answer your question this is me wanting to kiss you, but it is also to make you feel good and clear your mind for awhile.”

Blaine 

BlAine looked at him, “I want you to kiss me when you’re ready and have to just because.  I don’t want our first kiss to be just to make me feel better.”

Matt 

"Are you okay me touching you at least or do you want me to stop?" He asked, thinking about what Blaine said about casual sex. Maybe it wasn't something that he could do, not like Matt was able to, but there was nothing wrong with that. He knew himself and went with what made him comfortable. And he respected the same for others.

Blaine 

“If I wanted you to stop I already would have asked you too,” Blaine said softly as he looked at the other, “I really like you.  We have fun together, and you’ve never led me to believe anything would happen without making sure we were on the same page.”

Matt 

"Very well." Matt said and even though he didn't ask he pulled on Blaine and brought him on top of his body, wrapping his arms around him better. The tingles which came on his left one told him his arm had fallen asleep while they laid around. "We do have fun together. And we talk. It's important to me to always have that line of communication going."

Blaine 

“Please don’t take this comparison as odd, but you and I have the same friendship I have with my ex.  Open, honest, dependable.  Sam and I usually have that too.”  Blaine nuzzled next to him.

Matt 

"I would say you described a dog but I don't know a whole lot dogs who are open and honest." He was glad Blaine didn't roll off him and Matt's large hands rested on either sides of Blaine's body. "If you want to stay the night you can. Have a type of sleepover. I can even get the cookies and put something on the TV in here."

Blaine 

Blaine nodded, “I don’t know if I’ll stay all night, but I will watch a movie or two before I leave.”  He sighed tiredly though.

Matt 

“Sounds good.” He said as he leaned forward and kissed Blaine’s forehead before rolling him off his body.  Matt moved to the side of the bed and got to his feet to grab the controllers, which he kept on the top of a shelve so James wouldn’t run off with them. He pressed a few buttons and turned the TV on, bringing Netflix to the screen. “Sorry about all the kid stuff. I watch more that than my own things.” He dropped back to the bed and tugged at Blaine to get next to him again.

Blaine 

Blaine sat up a bit against the pillows as Matt got up and got the remotes.  He smiled as the liner talked and shook his head, “why do you apologize?  I don’t mind.”  He scooted closer to the other, “I haven’t watched much of anything lately.”

Matt 

“Then we’ve got a whole lot to choose from.” He gave the remote to Blaine and brought his hand underneath the pillow to get comfortable. “Pick whatever you’re feeling. I’ll be good with it.” He could sit though just about anything . 

Blaine 

He nodded and took a few minutes to find a show they could watch and leaned back to relax. 

Matt 

As the show played, Matt pulled Blaine in and he slid down enough to be as comfortable as he. It was anything he’d seen before and it didn’t take long to get into the plot. He knew that in less than a few weeks I’ll struggle to keep awake while watching shows so he needed to get this in now. Matt’s fingers went up and down Blaine’s arm before he encouraged him to lay it across his stomach. “You glad you came by?” He asked after there was a small break in the show where he knew he could talk.

Blaine 

Blaine settled in with Matt.  He was surprised he was able to keep his eyes open and get into the show as Matt’s fingers went up and down his arm.  He nodded, “I am.  I’m happy I’ve met you too.  I’ve had a rough few days of my friends telling me things like “could the divorce be the issue” and “I don’t think other people would get this upset as you.”  I was even told I was being irrational, but I must be wrong with being angry.

Matt 

Matt looked from the TV to him. “Yeah. The divorce thing can follow you around like a bad smell. Things could have ended on okay terms but you still got this big D branded on you.” He would have made a joke there but it wasn’t the time. “People are gonna assume and ask and act like they know what has you behaving the way you do. It gets old.” He wished he could tell him how to go about this but he didn’t figure it out himself, which was another reason he wanted to be somewhere new. “Just do you, man. People will either come to you and want to know instead of assume or not.”

Blaine 

Blaine nodded, “some of those things were said by my ex husband.”  He licked over his lips, “I shouldn’t have to apologize for feeling wronged, but I guess I will just to move on.  Take one for the team so to speak.”

Matt

Matt's lips pressed together and he looked down at him confused. "Apologize for what exactly? For reacting to something you had a right to feel?" This didn't sound like a great course of action to him. "Or is this more to move on and get passed it all?"

Blaine 

“Move on get past it, pretty much say hey I’m sorry I was a jerk and acting weird let’s be friends still okay,” Blaine said, “not expect an apology in return and move on.”

Matt 

"Well." he said after Blaine said what he needed to say and he looked at him once again. "Don't apologize to me because you've done nothing that tells you to make one."

Blaine 

“Glad to hear it, although my so called friends think I have I guess,” he yawned, “how did you get through divorce you seem so leveled out.”

Matt 

“I had a therapist. After going through something terrible at work I started to see one and kept with them over the years. This is the longest I’ve gone without them and I can feel it eating at me. I know I have to get a new one soon.” He moved his hand and kept it against Blaine’s cheek. “Trust me I say I know about this anger and how people don’t understand. I was lucky to go through an easy split with Kelly but it doesn’t mean it didn’t leave me feeling a certain way. It fucks with your confidence. How you see yourself and makes you think you might be undateable.”

Blaine 

“I’ve always struggled with anxiety since junior high.  I came out as gay freshman year of high school and when I asked another guy to the Sadie Hawkins dance we were both beaten senseless.  Then my struggles in my relationship with Kurt, and no matter how much I learn it’s still a struggle.”

Matt 

“Fuck.” He whispered at this and rolled to his side and pushed his arm underneath Blaine and wrapped his arms around him again. “But you still manage to do things you enjoy such as Hedwig and traveling. Life itself is a struggle, I don’t think there is ever a thing as easy sailing. Not for long but it just comes down to how you perceive things and what you learn. About people and yourself.”

Blaine 

Blaine nodded, “I do.  I spent awhile depressed over my divorce but then realized that I could still do things I wanted to do.  I came to visit Sam in Amsterdam, auditioned for Hedwig and the rest is really history.

Matt 

"Then lets try to focus on the good things, along with the shitty because you don't want to sweep that under the rug. But if you feel you need to do this apology thing to move past shit, then do it. But you can came to me if you need someone to vent to because I imagine that's gonna eat you up inside."

Blaine 

“Well I do feel kinda shitty for shutting him out, but at the same time I feel like he did me wrong, so it is what it is...,” blaine sighed.  “I think I’m most hurt because I know he didn’t mean too, but I feel like he broke my trust.” 

Matt 

“If that’s the case then it’ll take time for it to come back. It might take a bit for you guys to be back to good but just try to remember what made you guys friends in the first place all those years ago. Because all this time you’ve been missing your best friend too and that’s like losing a hand. And I know I’m the new guy in this mix but I don’t got that history like you and Sam have.”

Blaine 

Blaine just nodded and after a moment of silence whispered, “would you like to go on a date with me?  A real date, dinner, no interruptions and just see if we have connection you’re willing to possible settle down with?  I know you said you aren’t ready, but maybe you aren’t cause you haven’t found the one. You know?”(edited)

Matt 

Matt sat with the question, a hand went through Blaine's curls and he looked at him while he went into it a little more. "I think you're the first person to ask me out like that." he chuckled, fingering a dark curl and looked back to him. "Yeah. Lets go out. Though I don't know if there is such a thing as the one but I like to see how things will go."

Blaine 

“I know it probably seems odd me asking you, just now after pretty much turning down a kiss a bit ago, but you’re really the only person besides Sam that I feel connects with me on a deeper level, but you differ in that your not afraid to be blunt, and I like that.  I need someone like that in my life no matter if it hurts.  And a date to me doesn’t have to be a serious thing, I just want to know you even better.”

Matt 

"Yeah. It's a little odd but it's not like it's the weirdest thing to ever happen to me." He laid his hand against the back of Blaine's neck and smiled. "You just want to share this part of yourself with someone you know what chuck your heart into the trash. I get it." He then added, "You're right. I'll continue to be blunt and honest and it's good you know me well enough to see that this might not go past a date. Maybe a few. Though there is a chance this could be something else. Who the hell knows. But hey. It'll be fun, right?"

Blaine 

“It’ll be fun, I know that, and I do know you well enough,” Blaine licked over his lips and yawned, “I know you care.  I know you’re honest.  I know you’re blunt and I like that.  I like that I can be on the same page.”

Matt 

They hadn’t gotten that far into their show but he knew Blaine been going through a rough patch. “You sure you don’t want to stay the night? It’s not a far walk to your place but you don’t have to go anywhere.”

Blaine 

“I can stay,” Blaine said as he looked to his friend, “I sleep better with someone next to me, holdover from marriage I suppose.”

Matt 

“Then get up so we can get under the blankets. We’re not a couple of savages here.” He said as he moved off the bed. “I’ll be back. Need to check on James to make sure he’s asleep and not reading.” He caught his boy doing this a few nights ago. Before he left Matt said, if you want to borrow a shirt or sweats there are some in those drawers over there.”

Blaine 

Blaine nodded and smiled as he stood up.  While Matt went to check on James he pulled the covers back and then grabbed a tank and a pair of shorts from the drawers he had motioned to on his way out the door.  He laid back down when he was one changing and closed his eyes as he did so.

Matt 

Thankfully James was asleep and Matt returned to the room. He closed the door and went to undo his jeans and pushed them down, leaving him in his boxers and tee. Though that went off too and soon he was in bed with Blaine, only wearing his boxers. Matt didn’t settle until Blaine was wrapped tight in his arms, the glow from the TV enough for him to see him. “Are you comfortable?”

Blaine 

“Yeah I’m comfortable,” blaine smiled at the other.  He placed his hand on Matt’s bare stomach, “I probably needed this more than I realized.  Sometimes I just need to escape.”

Matt 

He knew Blaine told him to kiss only when he wanted to and not because he felt Blaine needed it, but hearing that Matt brought his lips to the corner of Blaine’s mouth and pressed a soft kiss there before he brought his head to rest on the pillow. “You probably did. Just relax and get some sleep. Who knows, tomorrow may be a brighter day.”

Blaine 

Blaine shivered as Matt kissed him.  He smiled when the other brought his head to rest on the pillow, “Thanks for listening.  I think tomorrow is going to be much brighter.”

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