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Fiction Friday: “Wrong Calculations”

I’ve finished posting Staring at the Sun to Wattpad, and I’m far from ready to start posting Hawk’s story there(it’s only maybe half written, so it will probably be sometime next year). But, I didn’t want to drop my Fiction Friday posts completely. So, I thought I’d write some short stories flash fiction style. I did some browsing on Pinterest and found a bunch of prompts(21 to date, to be exact), some dialogue, some idea-based. I plan to choose one at random each week and base a story on it. These may involve current characters or brand new ones. They should all be under 1000 words, some may come close to that, while others might be more like drabbles. We’ll just have to see how that all works out.

So, now for this week’s:

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“Come on, when have my calculations ever been wrong?”

“Well…” Corrin said, a grin spreading across her face.

“Shut up,” Silas said, grinning around the wooden spoon he’d just lifted to his mouth, “that was one time.”

“Well, you’re the one who asked,” she retorted, hitting a few more keys on her computer then exiting out of whatever she was writing. Must be steamy if she wouldn’t even let him read it.

“This isn’t even the same thing. I didn’t take human behavior into that calculation. This is just about which spices I need to make the sauce just right.” He pursed his lips. “Nope, not quite.”

She laughed and pushed up from the chair. It was a good sound to hear, especially after the shadows he’d seen flit through her eyes when he mentioned that other occurrence. They didn’t talk about it, not even vaguely. Even if it would maybe be better if they did.

But, instead of pushing, Silas reached out and pulled her into him. She didn’t even pretend to resist. He settled his mouth on hers, and she opened instantly, her tongue running along his lip.

When she pulled back, her eyes were sparkling up at him. “I think you got the calculations just right.”

The door opened before he could respond, but he didn’t look away from Corrin. “Well, this is a surprise,” Jeremiah said as he came into the kitchen. “Usually I come home to the two of you arguing.”

He brushed his lips over Corrin’s mouth then leaned in to kiss Silas, just a little harder. “Mmm. Dinner’s going to be good tonight.”

I know I’ve shared some of Silas, Jeremiah, and Corrin on the blog before. But, if you didn’t know, these three are the main characters in Playing with Fire(which I drafted earlier this year). And yes, all three of them are together in a committed relationship. And this is a bit of their “After Happy Ever After”.

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Story a Day: Day 31 – “Your Book”

Silas kept the bag clutched under his arm as he opened the door and stepped inside. “Honeys, I’m home,” he called out.

He heard a soft giggle from the kitchen and headed that way. They’d traded the apartment him and Jeremiah had shared the last several years for one with a bigger master bedroom and a small bedroom Corrin had turned into an office. There was no need for separate bedrooms when the three of them spent most nights in the same bed.

Silas stepped into the kitchen and saw Corrin leaning back against the counter, Jeremiah pressed right up to her, his hands under her shirt. Nope, never mind. The shirt was gone now, tossed back behind him.

“You two couldn’t wait, huh?” he asked, placing the bag on the table and stepping up behind Jeremiah. “Didn’t think I might want to join the party.”

Corrin smiled at him, just shy of a grin. “Nothing’s stopping you now, is it?”

He buried his mouth against the back of Jeremiah’s neck, smothering his own grin. She was in a saucy mood today. He loved it.

Corrin reached around Jeremiah, her hand sliding over Silas’ hip. He grasped it and squeezed gently. He was pressed close enough to Jeremiah to feel his groan when both their mouths were on his skin.

Silas released Corrin’s hands and slid his under Jeremiah’s shirt. “Not fair for Corrin to be the only one without clothes,” he said as he pulled it over the man’s head.

“I vote we all lose them,” Corrin said.

Silas laughed and winked at her. “It’s like we share a brain or something. I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

“Then maybe we should take this out of the kitchen,” Jeremiah suggested, his voice roughened. The sound sent a warm shiver down Silas’ spine.

Silas stepped back and waited for his two lovers to join him. But, as they headed for the bedroom, Corrin froze. “What’d you get at the bookstore?” she asked.

“Oh, right,” he said. “I was going to show you that. Shelby wanted me to see if they had a book she’s been looking for, and I saw that while I was there. I wasn’t sure they’d carry it, but there were actually two copies. I bought one of them.”

Obviously, he thought. Idiot. He didn’t even know why he was nervous. He wasn’t the one who had written the book. But, he didn’t know what Corrin would think about him buying a copy.

“They didn’t,” she said, and he wasn’t sure if she was excited or anxious. Then, she was tearing into the bag and pulling the book out. She let out a laugh, that had maybe a slight tinge of hysteria to it. “I can’t believe this. I mean, I already have my copy of it, but I never thought a store around here would carry it.” She grinned as she looked down at the book cover, the name ‘Corrin Riley’ printed right under the title.

He glanced over at Jeremiah and saw a grin on his face, too. He wondered if Corrin knew how proud they were of her. She flipped through the book, seeming to revel in the feel of the pages against her hand. She stopped at one of the last pages. She let out another little laugh then read “Corrin Riley resides with her boyfriends…I still can’t get over that they did include the plural form.”

“You did say this publisher was inclusive. Our living situation shouldn’t be that big a deal,” Jeremiah said.

She smiled. “True. Otherwise they might not have accepted my genderqueer fairies in a poly relationship story. But, that’s fiction.”

“And our life isn’t,” Silas said. “And they respect that.” He took the book from her and set it back on the table. “Now, I believe we were in the middle of something.”

She laughed and leaned in to press her lips to his. Jeremiah wrapped his arms around her waist from behind her, his fingers brushing over Silas’ belt. “I do so love being in the middle of you two,” she said.

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Last day of Story a Day and today’s prompt was to write about a writer. These characters are from a novel I drafted earlier in the year. A little something of a “after the happy ever after” moment. 🙂

Stream of Consciousness: “Any”

Any way she looked at it, Corrin knew she was a mess. She couldn’t help but think that way, no matter how many times Jeremiah tried to tell her otherwise. Kicked out of school for something she hadn’t even done, crashing on her friend’s couch. Absolutely no sign of anything going right in her future. What was she supposed to do?

Maybe a good start would be to stop lusting after said friend who’d been letting her crash his apartment for the last two months.

She let out a soft laugh as she poured coffee into her insulated mug then walked over to where she’d set up her computer on the kitchen table. Yeah, that would be a lot easier said than done. Especially when she could recall the way Jeremiah had looked in his firefighter uniform before he left the apartment yesterday morning.

She shouldn’t be one turned on by a man in uniform. Should be used to it. About half her family members were cops, including her father and older brother.

She rubbed her thumb over her temple then sat at the computer. Doing some research for this new story idea might help distract her from everything else going on. She was usually good at losing herself in that.

A movement across the room brought her attention away from the computer as she’d barely even gotten started, though. She glanced up. Jeremiah’s roommate, Silas, stood there blinking at her. After two months, he couldn’t still be surprised to see her there. He rubbed a hand over his face and said, “At least you made coffee if you’re going to be up this early.”

She snorted and brought her attention back to her computer. “This is nothing. I’ve been up earlier.”

He muttered something she couldn’t quite make out, likely about her mental health, and she decided it would be better to just ignore it. Ignore him. As if lusting after her friend wasn’t enough, adding his best friend and roommate in would be even worse.

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It’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday time again! Today’s prompt was to begin a post with the word “any”, bonus points if the theme of the post was another A word(which mine isn’t). I’m still plotting Heart of Christmas, but it’s also Camp NaNoWriMo time, so I’m using today’s prompt to get some of those words in(other than blog posts, I don’t usually write much on the weekends, but I didn’t want to wait until day 3 to start). So today you get some of Playing with Fire(you may remember these characters from my Just Jot It posts in January). This post is separate from my A-Z challenge day 1 post, but you can check that out here if you want.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “So/Sew/Sow”

So, when are you moving back home.”

Corrin glanced over at her brother. “Who said I was?”

“Well, you finally told us the truth about getting kicked out of school. What else are you going to do?”

“Exactly what I have been doing. Working for Gio at the pub and staying at the apartment with Jer and Silas. I don’t see why anything has to change just because you know what’s going on now.”

Neil frowned at her. “That’s not right, Cor. You shouldn’t be staying with those two guys. What if-”

“What?” she interrupted him. “You think they’ll take advantage of me?” She actually laughed at that. “Yeah, I don’t see that happening.”

“You never know. I know how guys think. You’d be better off at home.”

“You’re such an asshole sometimes, Neil. I think you’ve been spending too much time around Cormac.”

“What does our cousin have to do with anything?”

“You reap what you sow. That’s what he’s always saying. Because everything that happened is of course my fault.”

“I don’t know if that’s true,” Neil said. “Because you won’t tell us exactly what happened.”

And she didn’t plan to now. Not when she felt so much judgment from her brother already. “And you don’t have to worry about the boys. If there’s a man as honorable as Jeremiah, I’ve never met him. And Silas is gay. He doesn’t have any interest in taking advantage of me. Why do you think he never comes with Jer to any of our family things? He’s sure they’ll judge him.”

Neil scoffed. “Our family isn’t like that.”

“And yet you’re judging them for letting me crash on the couch for the last month and not asking anything in return. I’m just trying to sew the pieces of my life back together.”

“A little dramatic there, aren’t you? Come on. They’re going to wonder where we’ve gotten to.”

She pasted a smile on her face as they headed back to the gathering. If only a happy mask could make it so.

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It’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday again, and I spent it with Corrin. I wasn’t even sure I’d come up with something for today than Corrin and her brother started talking. So, I threw this together. Pretty sure it will take place before Playing with Fire starts.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “Hair”

“Your boys are here.”

Corrin glanced over at her cousin, Gio, also her boss. His light red hair was pulled back from his face, and his blue eyes twinkled as he grinned at her. Then, she looked in the way he gestured. And saw Jeremiah and Silas sitting at one of the tables. She looked back at her cousin then. “You don’t seem to have a problem with our arrangement,” she said. “You don’t think it’s wrong?”

One corner of his mouth lifted a little higher. “Do you really think I, of all people, would judge?”

“My dad does,” she said softly. It still hurt that her dad couldn’t accept that she was happy.

Gio gave her shoulders a quick squeeze. “He’ll come around. Even Cormac has started to with me and Cam. And you know how easy it is to bring Cormac around to anything not originally his idea.”

Corrin laughed at that. He did have a point. She just wasn’t sure if it was true.

“Go see your boys,” he said, squeezing her shoulders once more before heading back behind the bar.

Corrin headed toward the table and caught Silas’ eye first. His smile spread and he shoved some of his dark hair back from his face. Jeremiah looked over his shoulder, and his grin joined Silas’. “What can I do for you boys?” she asked, trying to smother her own grin.

“Well, now,” Silas said, I could tell you, but I doubt your cousin would like any of those suggestions. Ow!” He reached under the table, likely to rub the leg Jeremiah must have kicked. “I was just teasing.”

Corrin couldn’t help but laugh. “What can I get you to eat or drink?” she rephrased her question.

Silas still waggled his eye brows at her, and she laughed again, but he behaved this time as they orders drinks and dinner. As she turned to leave, she saw Silas lean across the table and kiss Jeremiah. There was no jealousy when she saw the two of them together. Just an eagerness to be able to join them. A couple more hours of work, and she’d be able to do just that.

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This week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was “hair”. I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to work that in. But, I decided to visit with Corrin and company from Playing with Fire. This will come after the actual story.

Just Jot It January: Day 30 – “Blue”

“I think I like the blue one better.”

Kayla smiled at her brother’s girlfriend. “Adrian said you’d say that. We don’t even know what we’re having yet. What if it’s a girl?”

Corrin grinned at her. “Does it really matter? Whoever made the rule girls couldn’t like blue and boys can’t like pink? It’s bullshit. They’re colors.”

Kayla laughed. “I knew I liked you for a reason, Corrin. And I think you’re right. We’ll go with that light blue,” she told the guy behind the paint counter. “Jace told me he already had ideas for how to decorate the room. I think it’s going to be perfect.”

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Today is Day 30 of Just Jot It January and the prompt was “blue”. This will likely come after the end of Playing with Fire.

Just Jot It January: Day 29 – “History”

“The two of you have so much history together. I don’t want to come between any of that.”

Jeremiah reached out and cupped Corrin’s cheek. “You aren’t coming between anything. We both want you here.”

She wasn’t convinced. “I’ve seen the way you two are together. And I love being a part of it. But, I don’t-”

He stepped even closer to her. “You do,” he said softly. “You keep thinking about our past, but that’s not what’s important to any of us. Our future is. We want that to include you being with us. Why can’t you see that?”

Because it had been too much to hope for. But, she thought just maybe she could start doing that.

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Today is Day 29 of Just Jot It January, and the prompt was “History”. This will probably come near the end of Playing with Fire. I won’t know exactly how that goes until I start writing. Even with all the plotting I do, the characters tend to have a mind of their own and don’t always go along with what I plan.

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