#bro looked at her tiny baby face with her little tongue sticking out and thought ew

[ribytt]

"i hate cats" dude just say you hate autistic people and leave

[cloveroctobers]

ANNA-JULIA “AJ” (JONES) JARLETT

IG bio/info: @/annajj9x_ | 20.1k followers| Athlete | hey peeps can you stop asking me to throw it back cuz the answer will always be no! K thx take it easy 🏳️‍🌈🌻🏒🐶

21 years old

From bath, England

Hockey player as her profession for the past three years

Her position is defense

Their team name is “rowdy alphas”...yeah some team names just didn’t make sense or they’re cringe for no reason at all

Was raised by her mom,(her mom was a teen mom & had her at 17) maternal grandmother, and her paternal aunt (dad’s younger sister, who’s more like a big sister to her at 28)

They’ve made her into the person she is, literally

Her grandmother has a bed and breakfast that they all live in

the house is Victorian style—almost as if they walked right out of charmed! Instead of a big pink house, think yellow AND purple. It was hideous but homey and charming on the inside

growing up in a house with multiple temporary strangers wasn’t odd to aj at all, in fact it felt like the norm. There was always someone around to socialize with so that was quite nice

Her father was a pro baseball player & passed away due to a automobile accident

she has his smile & freckles

aj was also involved in the accident at the age of 6 & miraculously survived with intense injuries

Has scars as a reminder

used to have night terrors because of the accident...it took awhile—years!!! for them to subside

they’re all vague memories now (but the pain is something she’ll always remember) but she preferred it that way

she’s named “Anna” after her mother’s old best friend/roommate and was supposed to be aj’s god mother but she went missing during their uni years

the name“Julia” came from her paternal grandmother who she gets her wide doe eyes from

her athleticism definitely came from her dad

Her mother luckily liked to document things so there’s a bunch of home videos of her dad in them & pictures/scrapbooks that her mom has for safe keeping

She’s more of a klutz, tiny, and wears huge prescription glasses

extremely close to the three most important ladies in her life, so she’s always been able to be open with them about anything!

when she first expressed her interest in liking both genders around 17-18 her paternal aunt was all smirks, “i knew Britney Spears was so your type, yeah?”

more like shakira but Brit was just as pretty

her mother was a “cry baby” so ofc she burst out into tears squeezing aj’s limbs and peppering her face with kisses. She didn’t view her child as anything different... as she shouldn’t & was glad that her daughter trusted them with this significant moment in her life and wanted to be as supportive as she could

got books, watched Ted talks and everything but knew she could come to the source even tho aj was still figuring it out herself

her grandma dipped her head at the new info sitting at the round kitchen table, “been there. had a few broads in my life after and during my marriage with your no good grandad. Thank goodness the bastard died before you even got to meet ‘em.” “Mum!”

what felt like the biggest weight on her chest was lifted. She knew they’d understand but a part of her had a little bit of doubt, she’s heard so many horror stories where those like her didn’t have the support she has and that made her extremely sad to think about

i see her as a person that has/had many friends in secondary. She’s always open to chat and her being on a few sports teams helped her out in her case

very competitive in anything that she does & will guarantee that she’ll beat you. (“ You wanna race to the car from here?”wins. “Who ever cleans the most dishes the fastest gets the last slice of pie.”) majority of the time she’s right but if she loses?? oh don’t let her lose to you, it’s a pity party for the rest of the time ur in her space. Such a sore loser omg

stays active, always working out + has a gym membership and makes sure she goes at least five times a week

she’s very strong, loves leg day & working on her core

she’s about 5’10

loves wearing “gf jeans” since they’re super comfy but doesn’t mind skinny Jeans with rips in the knees every now and then

trainers and chucks are her go-to sneakers

has no issue shopping in the men’s section ‘cause who’s gonna stop her? Nobody that’s who

owner of over a 100 graphic tees + vertical stripped shirts are also her favs, SWEATPANTS/joggers?! How many does she have? A lot. Snapbacks? Plenty. Will she wear them backwards? Obviously.

Physical touch is her love language. She’s comes from a family that has no issue showing their affection by touch. There is NO such thing as personal space and that still stands with aj when it comes to relationships, she sees no other way

It’s what she shows and what she wants in return, if you’re not touching her in some sort of way, then automatically she thinks there’s something wrong or that she did something

Is the jealous type. It has shown in relationships and ruined a relationship or two

Has cheated on a significant other out of pure jealousy & is not proud to admit that

Does have a wandering eye but feels now that she truly understands herself when it comes to relationships, she’ll never act on it again

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, I get libra tendencies from her so that’s what I’m sticking with. She likes to keep the peace (unless she’s jealous) , idealistic — always looking on the bright side of things, outgoing, romantic, and professional— especially when it comes to her team; her true leadership comes out, yet she can be indecisive, hates confrontation, self pitying — if things don’t go perfectly how she imagined/planned it to, the world is ending and everyone is out to get her, and can be unreliable—never on time

September libra to be exact

if she’s really in love/taken a interest in you then she gets nervous: blushing, sweaty palms, cracking her knuckles, tongue tied—the whole 9

she’s already defined as a puppy by her coach but when she’s in love? She’s a lovesick puppy!

her fav holiday is Valentine’s Day

thought she was going to be a pro skateboarder growing up but it took one bad fall where she thought she was paralyzed for her to choose something else

she likes her weed on occasion

Obsessed with all types of cheese except cottage, “can I put cheese on this?”

more of a jumpsuit kinda girl or dressy top with jeans & hoops on a night out

has a solid group of mates outside of the hockey team, they’ve all met and hung out a couple of times, as they should since aj feels they’re going to be stuck with her for awhile so why not?

They’re a riot when they all go out, let’s just say that there’s never a dull moment

fav color is periwinkle

enjoys ASMR, mostly in the mornings when she’s waking up. You know how people love podcasts? (Sorry seb & Nicky, she still wants to be on the show soon!) ASMR is her thing

loves tangerines, you can count on it that she’ll have one on her, “where did you pull that from?” “I’ll never share my master plan.” “You’re such a tit.”

Definitely prefers “fresh squeezed” orange juice & will make her own, she has the tools & the strength 😏

Very rare for her to get sick ;) & if she does she’s a complete baby about it

Will fight that she’s sick before she admits it, trying all sorts of horrid remedies & vitamins

loves summer & all things that come with it, the number one thing is leaving bath for however long she can for a new place to enjoy

when she arrived to love island, she was thrilled for the weather. Yes she was looking for love but most importantly a nice get away & that it was (depending on your route that is lol)

closest with seb, vieve, elladine, and tai but don’t tell the others that! (She doesn’t care if you tell Yasmin, honestly)

just because her & seb “dated” and it didn’t work out doesn’t mean they can’t be friends right? It was almost automatic for them to be platonic after it was determined there would be no romance between them, almost like sibs! like those celebs like to say—except this time these two won’t turn around and actually find romance

vieve came with seb so...but no shade aj did like vieve. She gave great advice (while seb sometimes didn’t say the right things unintentionally or what aj needed to hear) when needed, especially from a medical view and is very sweet

elladine was the one who had all the tea & ideas to match, she’s quite organized and always down for DIY’s and could suggest almost anything. If you needed someone to help you get things tidy or match/find your Aesthetic, she’s the friend you call to help

tai was the one she could be a “bro” with, sure elladine has her competive side (or controlling, depends on how you view it) but tai was the one you can run to for much needed “bro hugs”, partying, going to the pubs, playing sports with or against, checking out/flirting with babes, etc...

it was not long after the villa that aj had a revelation with her sexuality & fully owned and labeled herself as a lesbian

She was happy being in relationship with someone else or with herself, life was short and she was young so there wasn’t time to dwell and stress over things so what the hell?! Live your truth the best way you know how ya know?

probably smells like sweet citrus, almond flower, and sea salt

on chest days, she’s a sweets snacker. Loves gummy bears (also with vodka) , swedish fish, sour patch kids, etc...basically shit that sticks to ur teeth

put all her chips into hockey, while it was advised by her Counselors & mum not to do so, aj went about it anyway. She thought about the pros and cons but knew there was nothing else for her. So there were more pros than cons. She was meant to play sports, its what felt right in her soul

Made her feel connected to her father, when she’s on the field she feels that he is with her

 scrunches up her nose when she’s frustrated or confused about something

Doesn’t always grasp concepts right away, she’s a soft dummy but most of us are and that’s okay! We’re all smart in our own ways

Feels like sunflowers are always around her especially if she sees them wherever she is. They must symbolize SOMETHING, therefore she loves them

spf queen. All about it, get with it or let the sunrays ruin ur skin that’s on u

loves a good filet mignon medium-well & is probably the only good thing she knows how to make alongside a salad, baked potatoes, & her oj

sucker for romantic-comedies...it’s basically her life duh!

If she has a dog, it’s a Dalmatian or Great Dane. She needs a companion that’ll keep up with her

loves kissing, it’s her favorite form of intimacy

Quarantine life included the push up challenge for her. Gaining a few pounds in muscle and fat, bothering seb via ft, viewing old letters she wrote to her dad, spending time with her fav ladies since they were now restricted from having guests in their home, and letting boredom consume her + she hated the whole lockdown that came with it, she hated being indoors for long periods of time but she knew that’s what partly needed to be done

Posts a lot of beach, park, outings with her friends & team, moments with her fav ladies, workout videos, and guests at the b&b with their permission and if only she befriends them along the way. She’s just as active on the socials as she is in rl but she’s not obsessed with it, she knows how to live in the now. She’s all about balance!

I also feel like she never keeps her phone charged and it’s always dying on her! She had a car charger but...that’s a jungle. She needs to invest in a portable charger stat

crushing on/finds attractive: Jared Padalecki, Keanu Reeves, Barrett Doss, Camilla Luddington, Sandra Bullock, Adrian Kempe, Harry Kirton, Anya Taylor-Joy, Haley Lu Richardson, Naomi Osaka, Ming & Aoki Lee Simmons

who does she listen to? Shakira lol!! Bea Miller, Dua Lipa, Daya, XYLØ, Elley Duhé, Stela Cole, Aloe Blacc, Maroon 5, Lewis capaldi, Charlie Puth, girl in red, Hayley kiyoko, king princess, dodie, & tessa violet

Anthem: Icona Pop — we got the world

[herstarburststories]

Swallow (Jason Todd x Reader)

✾ A/N: Hope you like it, hon!

✾ @thatgaypostsworld 's request: Do you think you could do Jason Todd from Titans x trans male, he's Hanks younger brother. They meet in Gotham and work together kinda like how Dick worked with Hawk and Dove and start dating then he Joins Titans to be closer to Jason and finds out that Hank knows Jason and can there be lots of fluff and protective older brother stuff from Dick and Hank cause Dick would have known him since he was like five. And Gar and Dawn being all for reader and Jason. xD

✾ Warning: request slightly edited from OC x Jason to Reader x Jason.

ONE YEAR AGO

GOTHAM CITY

‘'It’s over, bird boy.’’ The blue-eyed woman smirked at Jason as she pressed the barrel of the gun against his neck. Suddenly, the idea of ​​going after a drug dealer alone to impress Batman didn't seem like the smartest thing to be done. ‘’Batman probably won't miss his dumb pet. ’’

‘’You talk too much.’’ An unknown voice was added to the conversation, followed by the typical noise of a punch. Just like that, Todd was no longer between life and death, and his main target laid unconscious on the floor among his passed out henchmen. ‘’Come on, villains. Don't you know that monologuing only gives pretext for someone to come along and save the victim?’’

‘’What did you just call me?’’ The new Robin finally turned around to face his unfortunate savior. He was also dressed in a superhero costume, although Jason couldn't quite put his tongue on the name. The outfit was, in his opinion, ridiculous. Mostly blue, but with a white front and an orange mask. At least his body looked pretty hot in that. ‘’I'm not a fucking victim, bro. Who do you think that beat the fuck out of her crowd?’’

(Y/N) rolled his eyes. Batman's new apprentice was really petulant. If Hank was there, he would probably say it was a prerequisite for being a Robin. ‘’You, me, and your ego are on the same side. By the way, I am Swallow.’’

‘’Do you suck too?’’ Jason answered in irony, already picking up his customized batarangs that had been thrown in battle.

‘’Very funny. Swallow as in for the bird, Robin. Just like you.’’

CURRENT TIME

SAN FRANCISCO

When Bruce and Dick decided it would be good for Jason to spend some time away from Gotham, it didn't occur to Jason how frustrating that could be. After all, why would he even consider that idea? Todd would stay with the Titans for a few weeks and come home as fast as possible.

‘’It’s boring as fuck. I wish you were here.’’

However, now, after two months in that tower, with Dick treating him like a child and away from home, Jason had to admit that he didn't imagine this scenario. Everything was boring compared to Gotham. He didn't go out to fight crime with anyone. In his city, every night had someone to be saved, either with Batman or (Y/N).

(Y/N) had become Todd's confidant out of necessity. Although his first mission to conquer Bruce's respect had gone wrong, Jason wouldn't stop trying. He was valuable and could be as good as Dick Grayson once was. Bruce didn't have to protect him or anything, and he would prove that.

It worked a few times, mostly with help. Jay was still inexperienced, a Robin barely for months back then. (Y/N), on the other hand, had been Swallow for years. Robin certainly didn't call him, but somehow they always ran into each other during Gotham's night routine. After a few cases together and some make-out sessions in places extremely inappropriate for any civilian, they decided to try for real. A committed relationship, Jason's first.

Video calls happened, of course, just like the one occurring in that instant. But it wasn't quite the same, at all.

‘’Me too, babe. Don’t worry, we will see each other soon. I need to go now, just arrived at the supermarket,” you said, waving your empty hand at him through the phone as your face disappeared on the screen. It was replaced by your call duration time. You smiled at the street you were on. Jason surely would love your surprise.

Todd grabbed whatever comic book he had left around the room to distract his mind. He missed his boyfriend and the excitement of his hometown. And even though he invited you a million times to become an honorary Titan, the answer was still a no. If Jason had to bet, and he was good at it, he would say that you were afraid of history repeating itself among your brother's old team, even though he had stated that Hank was not there and had never visited since they arrived at the tower.

A subtle knock met the door of Robin's room, soon followed by Gar's voice. ‘’Jason, you have a visitor.’’

He tossed the graphic novel in his hands towards the chair across the room, smiling victoriously when he hit his target before getting up and leaving the room. It must be Bruce, finally showing up to get him.

‘’About time, Bru—(Y/N)?’’ You weren’t the person he was missing that appeared in the Titans' living room, but you were still a wonderful surprise. Jason marveled at you, his heart pounding happily. ‘’What are you doing here?’’

‘’I missed you and decided to accept your invitation.’’ Your words didn't obtain any reaction from Robin. He remained there, astonished. ‘’I could always go back...’’ (Y/N) teased, the side of your mouth curved into a playful smile.

‘’Don't even fucking joke about it, baby.’’

Jason approached you, pressing his lips against yours in a needy kiss, which screamed how felt your absence had been.

‘’What the fuck is this?’’ Hank's voice surprised the two young men, causing you both to separate immediately. Gar - who had gone to the training room after calling Jason - arrived in the place with Dick. ‘’What the hell is Jason doing to my little brother, Grayson?’’

‘’I don't know,” the rising leader responded, frowning as he mentally analyzed the scene. Jason didn't have enough stability to fight in a team yet-- a romantic relationship should be his last concern. Dick himself knew how it could affect teamwork, but then, he wasn't one hundred percent ready to lead the Titans yet and had started a complicated situation with Kori months ago. Therefore, Grayson was not the best to offer advice in that department. Pursing his lips, Dick added, ‘’Anyway, I'm glad you two came back.’’

While Jason's older brother had decided to ignore the surprise in his living room to address more urgent matters, yours didn't follow the same line of thought.

‘’We came here to help you and found the new problematic Robin sticking his tongue in my little brother's throat. What the fuck, Grayson? Since when (Y/N) is with the Titans? You want to fuck up their lives with my brother's life like you did to ours?’’

Dawn placed her hand against Hank's chest in an attempt to convey some serenity to him and prevent the male from attacking Dick in a fit of rage. She smiled sweetly at the couple – Jason’s arm around your figure as the old Titans argued.

‘’He didn't know I was here, Hank. I just arrived. I wanted to see Jason.’’ You shrugged. There was no real concern for the eldest Hall's reaction. You knew your brother. He had an explosive and exaggerated tendency for being. Especially after you came out as a trans guy, which increased his protective behavior. ‘’I have known Jason since the gap year in Gotham. We are dating.'’

Hank opened his mouth and everyone in the room waited for another round of swearing, most likely to be directed at Dick and Jason, when Gar's voice interrupted, ‘‘Can someone handle Jason willingly?'’

You chuckled when Jason showed his middle finger to his teammate. It caused tiny, relieved smiles from the present adults. Dick and Hank exchanged a suggestive glance. It was the same they gave each other when a difficult mission had worked out after a few mistakes, but they were too exhausted to argue at the moment. A truce, it meant. For now.

‘’Well, I'm happy for you two. Talk to me if you need tips on how to deal with a hot-tempered Hall.’’ Dove joined the joke, eliciting more laughter and a betrayed glare from Hank, who dramatically moved away from his girlfriend.

Jason grimaced when being compared to Hank, and you placed your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. His brother tried to convince Dawn that his anger was directed to who he deserved it, which didn't make him hot-tempered. Dick stood with crossed arms, a simple smile on his face as he surveyed the room. Gar was laughing still, his old friends disagreeing in a relaxed way, and Jason was pouting, being treated by his boyfriend with quick pecks on the cheek that made him smile like a happy child.

That reunion was better than he had anticipated.

[gohyuck]

hello! could I request Jisung with prompt 7 (and the colour blue) for your 4K celebration? 🥳

7: “Oh, girl, I love how you care. I’ll put your love on a pedestal.”

extra: blue

“no, ‘sung, what the fuck?” you crinkle your nose in disgust at your best friend, stepping away from him - and the sticky half-licked blue raspberry lollipop he’s brandishing - on instinct. he just shrugs, sticking the candy back in his mouth as if he hadn’t just offered to let you put it in yours, too.

“it’s my last day as a free man, (name). just wanted to share the joy,” jisung responds easily, one corner of his mouth upturning before he turns back to tv screen in front of you. “besides,” he continues, leaning forward and swiping a controller off of the coffee table he’s currently using as a footrest. “you aren’t usually this easily grossed out. are you just pissed because i keep kicking your ass in smash?”

“if you’d let me main ike even once-” you start grumbling, only to get cut off by jisung snorting at you. “whatever. fuck super smash bros. also, you’re just getting your wisdom teeth out, you big baby. your life isn’t ending.”

“my mom said i’ll have to avoid this,” he explains, pulling his lollipop out of his mouth again. you notice that his tongue has traces of blue, too, and roll your eyes. it’s as if he’s still a little kid sometimes.

you ignore the tiny part of your brain that wants to taste the artificial raspberry from his lips.

“so?” you scoff, sitting back down on the couch beside him. one of his arms rest over the back of the couch, and he flings this arm over your shoulders once you’re close enough.

“so it’ll be a while ‘til i get to enjoy candy, and that sucks. like, it completely blows. absolutely shakes me to my foundation-”

“i miss when you were shy around me. you spend too much time with hyuck now.” you grumble, cutting him off. jisung says nothing, only laughing as he hands you a controller that you begrudgingly take. it’s once you’ve both picked your characters that he speaks again, voice far softer this time as he forms his words around the candy in his mouth.

“hey, (name)?”

“yeah?”

“you’ll still go to my appointment with me, right?”

“and miss video-taping you saying stupid shit? wouldn’t miss it for the world, sungie.”

“aw, i knew you loved me- shit! did you just punt me off? bro, what the fuck-” as you dissolve into giggles while jisung glares at the screen, smashing buttons furiously, you can’t help but let your gaze trail the side of his face. you’d met jisung when you were both 6, when his family had moved into the house next to yours. over the past 12 years, you’ve watched him grow alongside you from a quiet little boy with a penchant for dance into your handsome and gentle - albeit endearingly annoying - best friend.

even if you don’t say it out loud, he knows that you’ll always be by his side.

♕ ♕ ♕

“i want a smoothie.”

jisung leans over the back of your seat to stage-whisper this directly in your ear, letting out a whine of half-sadness, half-annoyance when you flinch and move away on impulse. his mother, who’s in the drivers’ seat right beside you, heaves a sigh before glancing back at her son.

even when - or maybe especially when - he’s positively loopy off of meds and his face is packed with cotton, he can’t seem to stay still. he fidgets with his for a moment before leaning in again, though he speaks at full volume this time. “i just think they’re good. smoothies are... such a concept. food but liquid. they make me so emotional...i’m going to cry over smoothies. (name), do you cry over smoothies?”

“no,” you start, unsure of whether you’re more amused or annoyed. “but i feel like i’m about to.”

“see,” jisung exclaims, turning to his mother. “(name) sees the vision! the vision is seen. you know what isn’t, though? my glasses. i dropped them and i can’t see anymore. can’t see my glasses either.” he giggles at the absurdity of his situation, registering how ironic it is even through the haze of medication. “wait, if i can’t see my glasses, how will i see my smoothie? oh no...”

“are we actually getting smoothies?” you mumble to his mother out of the corner of your mouth.

“don’t see what else i can do.” she says, smiling at you right before she takes an exit off of the highway. there’s a good smoothie place within a few miles, and you’re sure that’s where you’re all headed.

“if i can’t see it, how will i make sure it’s - oh no...” jisung moans again, evidently in great despair over not being able to see his hypothetical smoothie. he seems unaware of the fact that his glasses are on the seat right next to him.

“i’ll make sure that it’s blue raspberry, ‘sung,” you assure him, knowing what jisung means even if he hasn’t finished his thought. “i promise.”

“really?” jisung asks, eyes widening. you turn back to give him a reassuring smile, resisting the urge to giggle at how he’s acting. his face splits into a wide grin, though it’s followed immediately after by him groaning. you wince in sympathy.

“you know, (name),” jisung starts, speaking once he’s no longer in immediate pain. “i love how you care about me. if i- if i could put your love on a pedestal i would, because it’s like a trophy.”

now it’s your turn for your eyes to widen, and as you feel the amused gaze of jisung’s mom on your face, you can’t help but burn out of embarrassment and just the smallest bit of hope.

“i’m glad i have it because i give you all my love too. that, and i like trophies,” jisung continues thoughtfully, voice even more muffled than before. “i like trophies and winning. you should know since you never win at smash. you suck at smash, actually-”

“we’re here, jisung!” your best friend’s mom interrupts her son, much to your couples gratitude and mortification. jisung, confused but still eager, gets out of the car first, smoothie-ready in his entirety. just as you’re about to climb out of the passenger’s seat, his mom stops you with a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“talk to him about this when he’s cognizant,” she says, looking directly into your eyes. “he means what he’s saying, even if he’s a little out of it right now.”

your heart beats just a little louder in your chest, and it’s all you can do to blink at her and nod before pushing yourself out of the car. jisung... likes having your love? he actively gives you his own love? your mind is reeling as you step out of the car, but as jisung - your best friend, your partner-in-crime, your childhood crush who’s currently appraising the smoothie shop’s sign like it’s from an alien planet - sees you, his eyes light up. you hold out your hand, and he envelopes your palm in his huge one as if it’s second nature, which you suppose it is.

“ready to pick out what you want?” you ask.

“will you really check for me?” even though you notice that he’s finally wearing his glasses now, you don’t say anything about them. instead, you nod as you push open the doors to the shop.

“i’ll always check for you, ‘sung.”

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 1)

"The Girl in the Cheetah Print Coat"

"OH!! KELLS!!"

Ashley yells from across the living room.

"I forgot to tell you, I invited my girl Luna out with us tonight. She's a bad ass chick whose an artist too. She shoots the most intimate pictures. You'll love her mus...."

Colson is sitting at the large dining room table rolling up joints for his birthday party tonight. He's listening but honestly he doesn't care who's gonna be there. His main objective is to get fuuuucked up tonight. Last year before The Big One.

"You mean Luna Smith, That Brooklyn Bitch!?!" Pete interrupts Ashley excitetedly. "I FUCKING LOVE HER!!! Dude, she's like one of my greatest friends. We go back to before I was doing stand up. She's one of the first people to push and shoot me."

"ME TOOOO!!!" laughs Ashley "I didn't know you knew her, that's crazy!"

In unison, "You ain't shit, until you've been shot by a Lunatic!!" they shout, laughing.

Colson fires up a joint as he vaguely listens to Pete and Ashley swap stories about this Luna chick. Running around Brooklyn, late night missions, this show here, that show there, .... all basic punk, riot gurl shit.... But wait.....? Talking her way outta a B&E AND resisting arrest charges!? Colson's ears perk up. He's just about to join the conversation when he's distracted by Dom, Ashley's boyfriend, plunking down beside him.

"Happy Fooking Birthday, Mate!!" he says as he helps out rolling and shots begin to flow. Colson's mind loses any thoughts of Luna.

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An hour or so passes. The rest of the band shows up and a few close friends too. They're all over to pregame before dinner and the killer house party planned for afterwards. Over the bump of the music Colson hears the door bell. Needing a break and wondering who the fuck is at his door, he yells "I've got it."

He opens the door to find the back of a tiny body in a black leather jacket with long golden blonde hair cascading down it. There's a short, flowing red dress under it, booty popping out, tattooed legs and chunky heeled combat boots.

"My kinda style..." he thinks to himself, looking her up and down.

She turns around revealing bright, blue eyes. "HI!!!" She says, a wide smile spreading acrossed her face, making her eyes dance. "I'm Luna, Ashley's friend. You must be Colson." She continues, sticking her hand out to shake his. "Uh, yeah..." He stumbles, running his hand through his blonde hair subconsciously after he shakes her hand. "C'mon on in...." He steps back to allow her inside.

"Fuck Dude. Where have I seen her before??? He wonders to himself. "GOD, I KNOW I FUCKING KNOW HER. FUCK, FUCK, FUUUCK. God she's beautiful. I hope I wasn't an asshole. Fuck."

As Luna follows Colson inside she gently grabs his wrist. When he turns to her, she says "Ash told me it was your birthday. I hope you don't mind but I made you a gift."

"Wow. Thank you." Colson says, caught even more off gaurd.

"Wanna see it?" She asks.

"FUCK YEAH!" he replies with a huge grin.

"Cool." She says with a smile. "I need a table."

"Oh, it's like that???"

"It's like that." She shrugs.

Colson guides Luna to the dining table which now is littered with liquor bottles, cans of monster, rolling papers, joints and jars of bud. He clears off a space for the black leather portfolio case he just notices that she has been carrying.

"I hope you like it." She says, looking up into his sparkling blue eyes with a tiny smile.

She unzips the leather case exposing a canvas with the logo from his Lace Up album painted as the background. In the middle is a black and white photo of a young Colson looking directly at the camera from side stage. It's safety pinned on top of a peice of studded leather. Scattered through out the canvas are cut outs displaying little negatives. The top showcases his stage name MGK and under the picture is a ripped ticket stub. Luna steps aside, watching Colson's eyes light up in excitement and disbelief.

"HOLY. FUUCK." He says, looking over at her. "This is fucking amazing. Thank you".

He reaches to hug her but she ducks out of his grasp.

"Wait, wait, wait..." She says, lifting the art peice out. She touches the bottom of the canvas, making all the negatives light up bright to be clearly seen. They are of him performing during the same show.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!" He yells bouncing around the room, geeking for a second. "THAT IS FUCKING BAD ASS!" he exclaims. Without thinking Colson grabs Luna tightly around the waist, lifting her up and spinning her around. She laughs loudly, pleased with his happiness. "Thank you." He softly says again, kissing her lightly on the forehead as he puts her down, blushing. She can't help but notice how delicious he smells, with his long arm draped around her shoulder and his 6'4 body towering over her 5'2 frame. He engulfs her as he leans in to take a closer look. He recognizes that night immediately. Leaning back and staring so deeply into her eyes he can see the ring of yellow around her irises for the first time.

"Two things. Your eyes are fucking insane. And who took these?" He asks directly.

"Uhm... Thank you? And I did, at The Gramercy, I believe. It's on the stub on the bottom." She replies.

As Colson looks at the ticket stub his heart is racing. It confirms what he knows. "It's her. It's her. It's her." His mind keeps repeating. "Holy Fuck, she's The Girl in Cheetah Print Coat!!!" his brain can't help but scream. "Fuck it" he thinks "Shoot your shot."

"You gotta boyfriend?" Colson asks Luna ducking down closer to her face, mustering all his bravery, while his left arm is still around her.

"No." She says quietly, lightly shaking her head with a look of intrigue.

With that he craddles the side of her face with his whole right hand, kissing her deeply.

Luna's body had been warm since he first scooped her up but it immediately sets on fire the moment his mouth presses upon hers. She feels a wave wash over her, making her nipples hard and vagina plump. "WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?? I haven't since Just..." She thinks with a flash of pain in her heart before she allows herself to give into Colson completely and the electricity he sends pulsing through her body.

She kisses him back fully. Tongues dancing and exploring each other's warm mouths. Ending it with a long, intimate kiss on the lips, Colson stares at her deeply again.

"Be my birthday date?" He asks

"Yes." She answers without hesitation.

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From across the room Ashley and Pete stand side by side watching their friends interact. "Well, THAT was unexpected." Ashley says. "Yeah." Pete replies. He and Ashley know both Luna and Colson very well. As good friends do. "They're either gonna soar or crash and burn. Either way, it's gonna be one hell of a ride." Ashley goes on. Pete stands with his hands in his pockets. "Yep.....and I blame it all on you." He jokes, lightly jabbing her in the ribs. She shoots him a 'bitch please' look. "They've both been through a lot." Ashley says. Pete sighs. "I know." As they make their way over to their newly acquainted friends.

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"LOOOOOONS!!!!!!!!!" Pete and Ashley both scream.

"What she make you, Kells? Ashley asks while grabbing a laughing Luna for a tight hug.

"Yeah, she makes the best presents..." Pete chimes in, waiting his turn to hug and greet his friend.

"DUDES. Check this shit out." Colson says. Picking up the canvas and displaying it proudly in front of him.

"Damn, Loons!! You really out did yourself with this one!" exclaims Ashley. "How'd you do the lights???"

Luna beams. "Thanks, Ash. I just cut the canvas and ran a little watch battery powered strand of lights around the inside of the frame to put behind the negatives. It really wasn't that hard."

"It's fucking bad ass art is what it is. Thank you again." Colson says leaning in to kiss her directly in front of their friends. Luna blushes when she catches Ashley's eye afterwards. Ashley smiles back, happy for her friend.

"NOW WHO'S READY TO GET THIS FUCKING NIGHT STARTED!!!!" Colson yells as he carefully puts his gift back into its case. "Yo, Bro" he says turning to Pete. "You mind running this up to my room so it doesn't get fucked up? Thanks, Man." He finishes as Pete agrees and takes the case.

Colson turns to Luna. "You are something else, aren't you?" He half asks, half declares to her, while holding her face with both of his huge hands. She smiles as he slides his warm tongue back into her willing mouth.

"I could kiss her all night." He thinks.

Pete interrupts them when he returns. Colson kisses Luna hard before breaking away and declaring "AND WE OUT!!". He grabs Luna's hand tightly and leads her into the night.

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At TAO everyone is laughing, eating and drinking. Luna is set between Colson and Ashley. Across from Pete and Rook, whom she just met but immediately decides she likes when he brings his drumsticks to dinner.

"Why do they call you That Brooklyn Bitch?" Rook asks.

Pete laughs "Because Loons over here is the ultimate underground scene queen. She knows you're hot before YOU know you're hot. Plus, her grandparents are Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe. AND, she'll fuck you up, no questions asked. You don't get anymore Brooklyn than that." Pete continues laughing.

Luna rolls her eyes and smiles. "Thanks, Bud. You describe me so well. Fuck that I'm an artist. I make people cooool" Luna smiles, giving Pete the finger. "And of course you just gotta fit my lineage in there, hunh? Fucking Ass." She says laughing, throwing a peice of bread at him. "No," she continues, still smiling, turning to look at Rook. "I've had that nickname since I was a kid. It started because I was never afraid to throw down. No matter where you or I are. If you are my friend and there is a problem, you can count on that bitch from Brooklyn to be there."

"TRUTH!!" Shouts Ashley next to her. The girls laugh, as Ashley raises her glass to Luna's, cheersing all the shit they have experienced together through out the years.

Luna turns back to Rook "Ultimately it morphed and took on a life of it's own. I eventually began using it as my pen name when I first started putting my work out because I wanted to succeed on my merit, not my name. None of my art... visual, audio, none of it, is signed with my real name. It's all That Brooklyn Bitch."

Rook nods his head in acceptance. "Scraper trying to make it on her own name. I can dig it."

"Hold up. You're Patti Smith's granddaughter. Like THE Patti Smith?" Colson chimes in.

Even though his hand was on her thigh, Luna didn't realize he was listening. "Mhm." She replies.

"That's crazy. I'm reading Just Kids right now. I didn't know they had a kid. I thought he was gay????"

Luna chuckles at his confusion. Smiling she says "Yes, yes he was gay. But yes, they did have a baby. My mom's not in the book upon my request. They had put her up for adoption and only reconnected when I was young, shortly before she died. That's how I ended up with my Mom-mom's last name. She adopted and raised me afterwards."

"Damn Babe, I'm sorry." Colson says putting his arm around her shoulder.

"No need, I'm ok.... As long as you don't ever call me Babe again, you're much more creative than that." She says with a smirk, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.

"Word. We'll come up with something special." He says with a smile kissing her on the lips. "You ready to party?" he asks as he stands up lifting one of the dozens of shots of Patron that have magically appeared on the table. "To a great night. Great friends, and to an upcoming great year!! Let's get FUCKED up! The only thing I wanna remember from tonight..." he continues, looking down at Luna "is that tonight was the night I finally met Luna Smith, That Brooklyn Fucking Bitch!!!"

Laughing everyone cheers and slams the celebratory shot.

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To be continued.... Because after dinner is the ride to the birthday party and after the birthday party is the after party.... And exactly what is up with The Girl in the Cheetah Print Coat????

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Garden Chap. 1 Not Your Garden Variety Pt.1

Ahhhhhh yessss. A smaller chapter because I Do Not Trust tumblr yet with big big posts. Enjoy folks!

“This is the best day ever! WOOHOO!” Chris cheered, hopping up with both feet off the ground. He held a cellphone in one hand. “I knew I was right! Take that!” He threw it down in a celebratory-football way, and it shattered instantly. Chris clearly didn’t care at all.

“Uh….” Someone voiced behind the camera, and it went dark.

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“This show is MINE, baby. Ain’t NO ONE can tell me how to run it but ME.” Chris continued to dance, after who knows how long the video was off. Several groans resounded this time, and cut to black again.

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The host cleared his throat. “Heyo, and welcome to the next instalment of Total Drama!” He was still buzzing from excitement. The camera seemed to jitter and focus happily, having not expected this to be a viable take. “We’ve got a fresh change of atmosphere- a REALLY big change, try not to let it give you a shock. I won’t lie, it’s so new, even I had to wonder, ‘oh my god, producers, what are you thinking??’” He shook his hands, face scrunched up. He loosened up. “But not to fear, despite what I once thought until this moment, we can still torture these contestants at will. And by we, I MEAN ME-” 

For once he caught himself, and rapidly switched back to his calm tone. “The only difference this time around is that it’ll be prettier or something? They wanted an exercise on how much the puke and mud was really drawing in an audience.” Chris rolled his eyes. “So now we have a whole season without it. It’s AeStHeTiC, they said.”

Drawing back, he was standing on a bright green plot of grass. Decorative stones littered the ground like tiny pathways. A white birch archway behind him blocked the view of the rest of the garden with green tubes hanging from it like a curtain. To the right, an odd, unappealing to look at, massive flower bulb sat sideways on stilts, the bottom end of it connected to a wide tube that trailed off-screen. To the left was the beginning of a woodwalk, that also went out a view. “This season, we decided to let the contestants themselves decide how they wanted to be introduced. As stupid adreneline junkies,” He gestured to the tube contraption. “As boring and basic,” He held a hand near his head and looked back, referring to the archway. “Or as pretentious wannabes.” As he said this, he brought a hand to his eyes and smiled down the walkway. “Speaking of which, here comes our first one!”

The wooden planks led to a serene lake. A gondolier was just finishing up rowing up to the little dock. The contestant sitting at the other end, who at first glance gave off a brunette Barbie vibe, delicately eyed the scenery. She stepped from the boat and waved pleasantly at the man who had brought her, mouthing a ‘thank you.’ He had too much facial hair to see if he cared, and simply pushed off. The girl didn’t mind, smiling forward with glossy light-pink lips, batting her lightly mascaraed, blue eyes in every new direction she looked in.

“Hello Chris, it’s a pleasure.” She gave a bow-curtsy, feminine but not wearing a skirt. Chris and her shared a smile. “And I mean it. How lucky of me to be accepted into the best of the seasons.” She straightened, folding her hands at her hips. She had on a white blouse with the slightly poofy sleeves and single button at the collar, tucked into blue jeans, and white ballet flats she pointed with an arbitrary delicacy.

“Nice to have you here, Amelia. And, hey, if you say so.” He put on a grudging tone that was the total opposite of before.

She giggled, her arms bouncing lightly and jostling her auburn hair, curled to shoulder length. “Never fear, with my thespian roots, I’ll personally ensure you all have something to look forward to, even without your beloved explosions.” She placed a flamboyant hand to her collar.

“Well, we’ll see.” Chris motioned for her to step to the side, and she did so. He walked to the other end near the bulb, winking at the camera with a toothy grin while she couldn’t see.

“Next contestant, you can come out now.” He called to the curtained archway.

“Oh hell yeah, baby.” Two brown-greyish hands poked out between the garden hose-like tubes, quickly thrusting them to the sides, tossing the curtain around her in a grand entrance. Amelia laughed supportingly as the girl took a long stride forward, and then went shock-silent when one of the tubes coiled around the girl’s arm on it’s way back down, snagged her, and threw her face down into the ground.

The girl, hair a combo of dark purple to neon green sprawled around her head, laid there silently for awhile. Amelia couldn’t help but laugh quieter and more awkwardly. In a single move, the girl drenched mostly in black clothing sprung to her sneakered feet, hands already on her hips like nothing had happened, sans the green hose still tied to her upper arm. “It’s Cameron!” She beamed.

“Yes it is!” Chris agreed, letting her wipeout speak for itself. “How’s Cameron ready for this season?”

Before she answered, she unknotted her leather jacket sleeve from the hose with her tongue sticking out, fussily tossing it to the ground since she’d unknowingly ripped it from the birch. She went back to her previous attitude in an instant. “Oh, I’m ready. I have the power of ghosts and, heck, maybe even god on my side.” She did a wide, ninjitsu-esque move. “Eh, who am I kidding. More likely Satan, but he’s more of a bro than you’d think.” She smiled cockily, etching up her two facial moles (on her cheek and upper lip), and folded pink eyes.

“Whoo boy, sounds like we’re in for a ride with you.” Amelia spoke up as Cameron came to her side. Her hair could now fall in its intended long-in-the-front bob.

“You betcha!” She winked, making a single finger-gun. She took in a deep, content breath, and then her entire person relaxed. Putting her hands in her jacket pockets, she said, “Okay, I’m done.” Her boxy-jacketed, legging-clad body shifted to the side comfortably.

“Much obliged,” Chris nodded, happy to not need to force them to shut up just yet. “Now for my favorite of the bunch, the sliders, give a warm welcome to Paulie!”

“AAAAAAAHHHHH-” A husky voice screamed as a dark shadow filled the inside of the tube, rocketing downwards. Once at the end, the bulb contracted slightly and spat out the next contestant. She flew with a shock of coiled, lime green hair, legs kicking desperately. She was lean, but definitely top heavy, dancing on her bright pink and black sneakers with a war cry of “AHHYAYAYA”

She finally came to a stop, knees wobbly and pointed at each other, but upright nevertheless. She gasped deeply, with a happy scoff mixed in. “You- you thought.” She shakily pointed at Chris with pride.

The host, with a smile, snapped his fingers in a disappointed manner. “Hopefully you can keep up those good plays.”

The dark skinned girl rose fully. She had a simple black T-shirt, dark blue ripped jeans, a shiny silver ring pierced in her right nostril, an array of various rings lining both her ears, an X on her cheek made of simple bandaids, and a black bandana at the base of her scalp, lighting it up with a bright red-and-yellow flame decal. She tilted forward, staring excitedly with her round, rusty-red eyes and a broad smile parting her thick, skin-colored lips. “You are so not ready for me.” She insisted.

“Guess all that’s left for us is to pray, then.” Amelia mock-sighed. Paulie turned, her arms and what could be seen of her knees littered in faint scars. She gasped.

“SAME HAIR DYE!!” She yelled, a dull-nailed finger was pointed at Cameron’s head.

“Lime Crime??” Cameron questioned. Paulie screamed in agreement. Cameron screamed back, and they jumped at each other with open palms. It’s good that they went at each other with equal force, or one of them would have been high-fived into the next dimension.

Amelia laughed with the enthusiasm they radiated. “You guys would be fantastic in theater.”

The trio hushed as Chris made his way over, ready to introduce the next teenager. This one was also arriving by boat, and was just as bright-eyed to see the pretty destination as Amelia had been, if not more so. She hopped off the gondola and also thanked the ferryman, who this time gave a very slight nod.

“Hellooo, Marina!” Chris called, waving his hand.

“Hi Chris!” The girl called back, with big, dark, lemon shaped eyes. She had thick, wavy dark hair that reached right under her neck. Her bangs parted at the center, tucked behind her ears. A soft pink dress flowed around her brown skin and she walked down the path with a quickened pace. Her dusty-pink flats stopped as she got to their congregation, the lacy skirt of her dress resting at her knees, a small bit of dusty-pink leggings peeking out just past it.

Chris patted his knees and bent to her eye level. “Dressed for the occasion, aren’t you?” He commented, though his nose wrinkled just slightly at the pinkness.

She smiled brightly with her simple mauve lips and thick arched eyebrows. “This is how I always look!” She fiddled with one of the red ribbon bows that made up her sleeves, the top portion of her dress printed with a big red heart center-focus. “I’m glad to hear it happens to be fitting for the season, though.” She had freckles littered between her eyes right above her button nose.

“Girly-girls unite!” Amelia laughed and knelt down just a bit, holding her hand out. Marina flashed a smile and high-fived her, but it held nowhere near the flair than the previous one.

“I kinda hope I’m just as fitting, too...” Marina thought aloud, idly tapping her fingers.

“Ah! Ha ha.” Chris leaned back with his hands on his hips. “Yeah. We’ll see.” He said non-committedly, not wanting to show his cards so soon. Marina’s eyebrows flipped, but she didn’t let up on her smile.

“Next up? Come on out.” He called towards the archway.

This person held a tan hand out between the hose curtain, sweeping enough aside to step through. She stared out blankly for a moment, then smiled lazily with dark grey lips. She passed into the pretty clearing, her black platform boots a stark contrast to the pastel greenery. Her entire outfit- a simple black corset over a modest grey dress that went to her neck, just past her elbows, and right above her knees with a pleated shard look- was a contrast to the whole current setting.

“I’m J-” She began to introduce herself with a soft, low voice.

“How come you didn’t get catapulted to the ground?” Cameron huffed. Everyone but Amelia blinked at her. The newest of the bunch then smirked lightly.

“Did you barge in all gung-ho?” She teased, flicking a wrist that was dressed with a sheer, fingerless glove. Cameron snorted in response.

“Maybe? Who’s to say?” She shrugged. She put a finger to Amelia’s lips, even though she wasn’t going to say anything anyhow.

The gothic girl silently giggled. “Of course. My name’s Jennifer.” She gestured to herself by placing her palm above her bright crystal necklace. Her long, dark brown hair that framed her face swung with her as she regarded Chris solely. Her eyes were constantly relaxed and under a heavy set of lashes, and the cute shape of her face was very familiar. “May I ask what the surprise is, Chris McClain?” She cut right to the chase.

“What are you talking about?” Chris threw his hands in front of him, putting on an annoyed tone. “I wish there was one- I’m gonna die of boredom before this season hits the merge!”

She sighed, “I thought not.” Jennifer rolled her eyes at his insistence.  “Let’s prepare ourselves.” She told the other four girls, coming to stand with them.

“Our next competitor-!” Chris began to pump up for the next person to be shot out of the flower bud shotgun-style. 

However, the streamer curtain behind him exploded with a loud, “Yeah!! That’s me!!”

Chris gasped and clutched at his chest.

“Careful grandpa.” Paulie cocked her head with a smirk as the others laughed.

The host glared over his shoulder at a boy of medium stature, fully clothed in what looked like a black morph suit. “That was not your cue.” He snapped.

The boy, with one of the only visible things of his skin being a strip cut out for his honey brown eyes, squinted one of them. “Yes it was.” He argued simply, as if Chris was the confused one.

Chris opened his mouth, groaned, and pinched his nose. “Roger, everyone.” He flipped his hand lamely. Roger blinked, his eyes curling happily, and rose his arms up once again. One of the tubes, after flapping back, had tied onto his upper arm from the force he arrived with.

“Oh, oh buddy-” Cameron started to speak up.

“So what’s with the…?” Chris leaned towards him, waving his hand in front of his own face.

Roger rose a brow. “Huh?” He asked for clarification. Chris continued to mention the mask in every way but saying ‘mask,’ and Roger continued to be confused, completely drowning out the teenagers who were trying to warn him.

“Why are you hiding your face?” Chris finally said, which must have been enough for Roger to get it.

“Uhhh…” He brought his finger up, fiddling with a bit of bushy brown hair that escaped from his suit. “I don’t know. It’s TV and that’s embarrassing. But I also wear it all the time because it’s embarrassing to be around people when they can see your face. I guess the TV thing is just an excuse-” He lost himself in his musings rather quickly.

“Alright alright.” Chris cut him off, annoyed. “At least we don’t have to see your junk.” He motioned downwards, at the basketball shorts and tanktop Roger was wearing.

The space between his eyes flushed pink. “Uh, yeah. I’m on TV, that’d be so embarrassing! Like in would be in public-”

“Go stand with the others.” Chris cut him off again, eyebrows cinched together. “You’ve just about ruined my groove.”

Roger’s eyebrows curled upwards and he did what he was told silently. “Uh, you’re welcome!” Amelia called to him teasingly. She, Paulie, and Cameron were standing where they would have been behind him. They held up the hose proudly. “You almost fell right on your face!”

Roger looked at the three with wide eyes. “You… you were going to trip me?” He asked softly, betrayed.

They let their mouths hang open for a second, until Chris clapped. “Next contestant for real this time!”

Marina’s shoulders jumped up. “It might be my sister!” She told the others excitedly. “She chose the slide.”

“Yikes,” Paulie winked down at her. It was the first time Marina frowned.

The slide filled with a shadow, a consistent thud thud thud filling the air. The first three to be introduced made way, Marina and Jennifer following their lead, the former with much concern. Jennifer looked over her shoulder and grabbed a spacing Roger by the collar of his shirt, pulling him to the rest of them.

The tip of the petals parted, and a massive figure twirled out feet-first. It landed right in front of where they had all been standing, but they could still feel the impact of this creature landing upright. A lanky stature of a person rose from the squat they landed in, with a slight serpentine manner to a height that towered over the others. “HOWDY!” A chipper voice came out of her, her olive eyes glittering.

“Jesus CHRIST you’re a giant!” Cameron shouted, holding a hand to her head.

The glitter ran dry. “Language, pal-y.” She laughed despite. “And it’s all the camping in me! Made me big and strong!” She flexed her tanned freckled arms, and though not totally muscular, made an impact due to the rest of her being so slim and lanky. Her legs were the same, all her limbs nicked with a small cut and a bump or two. She wore a simple pair of cargo shorts, and a light blue T-shirt with boxy sleeves reaching mid-upper arm. It sported a nondescript summer camp logo on the front. She lunged forward on one sneaker, nearly worn thin, and stretched as she took in the scenery. “Pretty little place! Are we having a tea party?”

“Oh, you better get used to things looking like this,” Chris grinned, “It’s Garden all season.”

“Huh!?” She gasped. “Naw, don’t tell me we won’t have any trees or hills! Come on, don’t tell me!”

Chris rubbed his chin in thought. “Not many... at least, not the kind you’re wanting. You can’t touch those trees.”

“Ummm why’s that-?” Jennifer asked allowed in utter confusion, but was drowned out by the newest arrival.

“Aw Chris, that just isn’t any fair!” She tilted her head, her frizzy dark ponytail flipping with it. “You can’t keep me from cabins, and nature, and campfires, and rivers, and rope tying, and- and-” She listed off fretfully.

Chris shook his hands out in front of him. “Relax! There’s still going to be half of that stuff, and you’ll get a butt-whooping of nature to last you a lifetime, don’t you worry.”

She righted herself, wiping her nose with a sniff. “Chris, that isn’t appropriate. As you’re not an official counselor I suppose I can give you a pass JUST this once, but don’t let me catch you mentioning again…” All of her chipper drawl was gone as she began to chide the host, getting to his level to whisper “Hitting the derriere.”

Chris laughed his absolute head off. “Oh! Rosie! I’m nowhere near a counselor! But keep up that uptight attitude, I love it!”

“Hmhm.” The campy girl squinted with a tight smile. “Yes, I see. Make no worse offenses. Surely even you can manage.”

Chris tried to calm himself as he circled over to the edge of the boardwalk once more.

Rosie felt a light pat on her arm. Marina was looking up at her. “Hey… it’s okay that you didn’t like what he said. Sorry that he laughed at you like that.”

“Aw,” Rosie brightened. “Never you mind- I’m sure Chris has some tight windows to be saying such things, anyway.”

Marina mustered a little smile. “Oh, haha, I’m sure he… I’m sure he does.”

“And next we have…!” Chris motioned to the lonely dock. “...!”

He motioned again. “...!”

“Tsk!” He threw his fists on his hips, staring daggers further down the lake. The gondolier was down on his knees at his end of the boat, clearly pushing the paddle so far down he was pushing off the bottom of the lake to get anywhere. He was sweating bullets, as on the other end, the contestant was such a muscular unit his corner was slightly sunk into the water. “Hmmm…” The host turned away. “He looked smaller in his audition.” He mused to himself.

He moved on to the archway. “Hey, yo, you can come out now Annabelle.”

“Sweet.” A smooth, femme voice said. From behind the tubes came a curtain of its own, made of honey brown hair reaching her lower back. The contestant ducked and straightened from the archway with her hands in the pocket of her grey hoodie, a panther printed on the front. She smiled a small, lazy smile under her hooded hazel eye, her thick coarse hair encasing the other. Light freckles dotted her high cheeks and button nose. Her lips pulled up more as she nodded to the others. “Heya. Nice to meet ‘cha.”

Some of the previous teenagers tried to say something quippy but it got drowned out in the general ‘hey’ they all said back. Annabelle swept her sight over them, and a relief seemed to settle on her calm person. “Looks like I don’t have ta worry about fitting in.” She said fondly. She walked her blue jeans over, and stood next to Paulie nearish the back.

“Okay, looks like Tony finally decided to show up.” Chris didn’t bother walking back to the dock. The blonde contestant, too wide for the dock, was making his way towards them, the ferryman trying to scoop out water from the half-drowned gondola behind him. Instead of safely shimming down the boardwalk, Tony opted to walk with both his feet just halfway on either side of the dock, head-on. The group of them let out a sigh when he finally got to the ground.

“So, Tony, welcome. You excited?” The host asked the pale boy who never skipped arm or leg or torso day.

He curled back his lips, speaking through his teeth. “Yeeeah. Yep.” He paused, and with no change of tone admitted, “I’m scared.”

“Aw, no need to worry. Nothing to fear here, and if you’re camera shy, just turn any amount of degrees and your hulking muscles will block the view!” Chris did his best impression of consoling.

“Mmm… okay.” Tony went over to the others, all of them wide-eyed. They didn’t really strike up conversation like they had when it was Rosie’s height they were aweing, probably because Tony made no effort to notice any of them at all.

“AAAaaand....!” Chris suddenly perked up, turning his beaming face to the slide, now thumping with the next contestant. The bulb contracted, a blur of faint yellow and blue rocketing out. The person attempted to land right, but his tennis shoe only grazed the ground and the rest of him smacked right flat into the dirt.

Marina gasped and threw her hands to her mouth. A few people around her snickered or expressed sympathy, as Chris quickly blocked the way of any of them that moved to help the newcomer. “Welcome to the show, Jackson!”

Jackson lifted his shoulders off the ground, his tongue sticking out as it was covered in grass. He quickly spat as he stood up, displeased and blushed on his light, orange-undertoned skin. He shook his choppy, platinum blonde hair that reached his cheekbones, and blinked at Chris with hazel-green eyes. “Th- thanks. Definitely already feeling it.”

“I should hope so! I have to get my kicks somehow!” Chris beamed, and laughed at it for far too long. “Now, our next competit-” He began to turn away.

“H- hey! Don’t tell me they get to know my name and I don’t get to know theirs’!” Jackson cried incredulously, outstretching his hands to his peers that came before him. “That’s not fair!” He stood in place and wouldn’t move to the gathering quite yet. He was thin, the only thing plumping up his silhouette being his clothes, like his grey sweatpants and open blue hoodie, a black T-shirt underneath.

The host groaned, rolling his head to the side. “Think about that for a second, would ya? Then we’d have to do that for every single person, and that makes no sense-”

“I’m Jennifer.” The gothic girl smiled warmly and waved. She stepped forward to shake Jackson’s hand now that Chris wasn’t standing in the way. Jackson finally brightened. When he smiled, it really showed off his prominent upper lip and cupid’s bow. As he shook her hand back, the others piped in.

“I’m Paulie! Like a parrot.”

“My name’s Marina, nice to meet you!”

“Cameron, ghost hunter!” Cameron thrusted her thumb firmly to herself.

“Annabelle.” Annabelle shrugged, looking away to the side with her small smile.

“T o n y.”

“Amelia.” The thespian did a flashy hand gesture.

“So that’s your guys’ names!” Marina laughed, turning to the first three girls.

“Do you want me to say my name to!?” Roger excitedly asked Jackson, pointing to himself.

Jackson chuckled. “Yeah, man!”

“I’m Roger!” He happily yelled.

“And I’m ROSIE!” Rosie also yelled. “Glad to be here and glad to have you here, camper!”

“Alright!” Jackson moved over and found a place in their gathering.

Chris, his arms dangling in front of him, was scowling at the kids the entire time. “Don’t make that a habit.” He pointed to them. “This section can’t get TOO long.”

Jennifer shrugged unapologetically. “I thought you’d be happy, since it took that long for the next boat to come.”

Chris whirled around in surprise, to find that the gondolier was only just getting to the dock. He’d forgotten about Tony’s complications beforehand. “Whatever.” He huffed when he looked back at the teens.

Once it stopped at the pier, the arrival stood up. She was tall and slim, covered completely in pastels and a pair of thick grey yoga pants. A pale blue hijab wrapped around her brown face, as she looked at the host from a distance, staring blankly. She did not step off the boat.

“Well?” Chris asked her testily.

Pride instantly crossed her features. “This.” She informed.

The girl arched her back and placed her bare hands on the surface of the dock. She lifted her entire body effortlessly from the gondola, standing perfectly straight but upside down and backwards from the others. They let out a unanimous “Oh, woah.” Her black runners pointed into the sky.

Instead of rolling forward and doing a prolonged frontflip sort of thing, she instead curled only her head towards the rest of the cast, lifting up an arm as her legs slowly came down. She tightened her stance, planking in the air on one hand.

“Ha ha! Okay, okay, showoff!” Paulie cheered, clapping louder than everyone else.

She got to her feet and walked over with a smile, a mole present on the left of her upper lip. “I only take that as a compliment.” She said earnestly, regarding the competition with smiling rusty-brown eyes. “Chris! Nice to meet you.” She held her hand out to him. Her mint green shirt flared at the wrist, hanging down between them. Most importantly, it had an adorable panda icon printed on the front. Don’t you dare forget about the cute panda.

“Nooo, you’re making a pact with the devil!” Cameron called out. Behind her, Rosie’s pupils shrunk to pinpoints and almost made a noise due to how fast they glared at her.

“Nice to meet you too, Nadine.” Chris urged the girl on to the others. She nodded and stood towards the side. She was the tallest after Rosie and Tony, who were already taking up the back.

“I, uh…” Roger turned around, a sparkle in his eyes as he looked at her. “Love your, uh…”

Nadine looked him over and guessed in an instant, “My hijab?” She brought her hand to it.

His eyes squinted adoringly as he let in a tiny gasp. “Yes!”

“ROGER, in fact, should have been introduced now,” Chris cut in testily. The boy looked over fearfully, anyone could feel the confusion radiating from him. “But no biggie. ‘Cause now we can get back to the sliiiiiiiiiiiiiide!!!”

The teens began to flinch back and prepare themselves, but Marina ran to the front. “W- wait! Wait, please!” That has to be my sister, but she didn’t know it would be so- so intense!” She stressed to Chris.

“So?” Chris asked cockily. “Any one of these options had a risk- honestly it’s saddening no one stepped on the trick board yet.” He mused.

“Uh, wh- what was that.” Amelia asked.

“Yeah but, Stella, she- she’ll get hurt and not be able to think about much else, and later when she learns that’s how she spent her introduction, she’ll- she’ll be devastated!” Marina clasped her hands in front of her, pleading with the man. The slanted tube began to thump, making her more panicked. “I can’t let that happen to her- isn’t this season suppose to be less dangerous, anyhow!?”

Chris rubbed his stubble, looking away in false thought. “Nothing dangerous about getting your head bumped a little. It’s not my fault you brought me someone who’s easy to embarrass.”

“Hey! That’s not-!” Marina huffed, lamely scowling.

Rosie easily stepped up to the front, crouching down pretty close to the gross bud thing, winking at the pink-clad girl. “No worries, there’s plenty of big guys here to protect you little ‘uns. That’s just how nature is-” She thrusted her fist into her open palm and then threw her hands out in front of her. She looked like the catcher in a game of baseball. “The strong protect the small so we can all have fun!”

“WEEEEEEEEEEEE!” A girl’s voice shrieked as the bulb twitched. It shot her out full speed, and Rosie sprung up. Her arms flew out and caught her loosely, the two spinning around a few times from the pure momentum. After it was all done, Rosie was left standing with a giggling girl face-down in her arms, one around her shoulders and one at her knees. Stella’s own arms were outstretched in front of her, having come out head-first, her eyes sealed shut from her glee. “HA HA HA!”

Rosie smiled down at her, flipping her over effortlessly so that she was facing upwards, still in her hold. A latina girl with high thin eyebrows and a huge gaping smile greeted her and she couldn’t help but laugh back, sharing the excitement. Rosie finally set the girl on her yellow converse-d feet.

Stella now moved her hands over her stomach, still giggling. She had curly, dark caramel hair with a few lighter highlights reaching right to her shoulder blades, a long yellow ribbon tied in a bow behind her. Her nose was round and had a semi-prominent bridge; her bangs were parted in the center but some shorter bits hung over her forehead near her eyes. Her outfit consisted of a pale yellow scoopneck T-shirt that went to her elbows and sported a glittery, swirly pattern of a big crown and the cursive word ‘Princess,’ ending just above her belly button, a pair of navy green shorts held to her hips with a black belt with a golden buckle, unrolled socks with a single gold stripe at the tops, a copper-plated necklace, and several colorful bandaids stuck to her calves if they counted.

“Stella!” Marina said happily, coming to give her sister a small embrace. She then turned to the campy gal. “Thank you.”

“Aw!” Rosie waved her hand dismissively. Stella was clearly still laughing to herself as she walked with Marina to the gathering, but was silent.

“You can say hi to the others when you’re ready.” Marina told her. It was hard to tell if her sister heard her or not. “They’re really nice so far, you’re going to love them.” Stella audibly chuckled for a moment at that. The rest of the teens mostly kindly, silently regarded her, and a few said ‘hi.’

“Welp, that was the last of my favorite entrance.” Chris mourned. “I liked how it ended, though. Very loud, very flashy.” He rubbed his hands together. “I hope the last boardwalk person is gonna give me a show…” He uttered with an eager darkness.

The twelve current competitors turned at once to the dock, causing the ghastly pale person making their way down the dock stop in their tracks. The newbie and everyone on the grass seemed to be having a staring match, but the solo person was clearly just confused. They finally- while sweating bullets- walked the rest of the way, pink pupils darting everywhere for some sort of answer.

Chris groaned loudly, head rocked all the way back.

The albino standing before them brought a finger to their round chin, their downturned eyes staring out of their rectangular glasses. “Did I- did I already mess up?” They joked nervously, but was obviously also really worried.

“NO.” Chris grumped, crossing his arms like a child. “Welcome to the Garden, Jupiter. Hopefully everything comes EASY to you. Hope it’s all sunshine and daisies for YOU.”

Jupiter had no idea what to make of that. They had a simple shoulder-length hairstyle with their white, smooth, thin hair- it fell straight down and curled a bit at the ends. A button nose, and hands clasped tightly in front of them. “Thank you.” They muttered in fear.

“Shucks, looks like you got favoritism already.” Annabelle winked at the newcomer.

They wavered a bit of a smile, stepping closer to them all. At this distance, the sticker on their white lab shirt could be read, saying ‘Hi, my name’s Jupiter! They/them pronouns!’ Beneath that they wore a red V-neck with jean shorts, red and white sneakers, and sported a faint scar on their left thigh before it trailed under their shorts. Their torso was round at the bottom, tapering at the top like a pear. “I guess it’s the best welcoming I could hope for.” They shrugged, stopping near their peers.

Chris shook himself off. “Last and literally not the least- in fact, dare I say double than any of you- we have- well, depending on how you look at it,” Chris kept interrupting himself, his smile growing wider and wider.

“Ah, come on man! On with it!” Jackson put his hands on his hips. “I don’t know how anybody can be Tony doubled.” He pointed his thumb at said boy.

“Oh ho ho! Not like that!” Chris gushed. “From the archway, we have our last one and/or two contestants…” From the tube curtain, two pairs of fingers began to appear, too far apart to be from one person. “Avery and Erika!”

A leg appeared, a leg appeared, and a leg appeared exactly. Two girls walked from the curtain, each using a hand to part themselves a way. Between them, they let what remained of the curtain trail over their shared shoulder until they walked far enough for it to slip behind them. Operating their five limbs carefully and slowly, they didn’t have to worry about the curtain yanking them back. Everyone who had come before them were ready to greet them like normal, but as the seconds passed and realizations began to bloom, things went dead silent.

They stopped soon after, standing in front of the gathering. Chris walked up to them as the twins and the rest of the cast shared glances, their light brown eyes open wide but relaxed- owlish. It didn’t take long for the two girls to look down at a space between them, cupping their hands together and inching towards each other a bit, making themselves smaller. They had a sandy complexion, and dark brown bobs. Avery, the twin with the right hand, had blunt bangs over her forehead, her hair reaching the mid of her shoulder blades. Erika’s hair ended at the shoulder, her bangs swept to the side.

Tailored to their needs, they wore a brown blouse over their bulky top with short, slightly puffed sleeves and short collars. Their conjoined torso tapered towards the middle where they had a black thick belt wrapped around their stomach, then widen to their shoulder width at their hips where they wore a three-legged pair of denim shorts. Below, they had two right-foot black Mary Janes(their middle leg slightly favored Erika, but alas was very stunted either way) and one left one, and black stockings that went up to their knees. Thankfully, for how misfortunate their situation was, both could stand upright with proper posture without either one having to lean to a side, which is more than can be said about most conjoined twins.

“I’m so glad you two could make it!” Chris jeered. “Or one. However you call it.”

They had small, pouty lips, and blinked at each other. Avery lifted her head and began looking out at the others blankly once again.

“Call us two.” Erika softly requested. 

Avery let her personal shoulder sag. “But count us as whatever you will.” She said just as quietly. She dropped her voice to a whisper. “Such new… territory.”

“DON’T MOVE!” Paulie demanded, jumping towards them. “We’ll come to you!” The others quickly followed suit around the twins. Curious stares were thrown all around the girls, but no one got close enough to touch them.

“This is so cool…” Annabelle muttered.

“I want to ask you a billion questions… but must’nt overwhelm you…!” Jackson was visibly holding himself back, one of the nearest to the twins.

Avery and Erika barely responded to any of them beyond flicking their eyes here and there. 

Chris let out a sigh, the least angsty sigh he’d let out all day. “You know, that wasn’t so bad. Too bad I have to ruin it by showing you around- ugh- the garden, I guess.”

Previously standing within the camera crew, some interns came to the meeting ground and began to clear out the props. The boardwalk was allowed to stay, and they dismantled the archway in record time. There was an actual curtain behind it that had kept those who chose the archway from seeing the rest of the island.

And once it was taken down……

The clearing before had been pretty and all that, like grandma’s backyard or something, but this was like the personification of aesthetic and botany had a head-on collision AND a love child. The prettiest of flowers, from pastel, dainty, and sweeping, to bright neon, bold blooms.

A fountain with a statue was in front of them a ways away, shaped as a vague man-shape holding a tall vase, the tip of it gurgling out a stream of water with a pleasant sound. Light blue glassy bricks made a clean walkway to it, and in two other directions further into the island. Some tastefully-chosen trees filled some empty space within the near candy-green grass, broken up only by tiny stones or carefully picked wildflowers.

Chef sat nearby at an off-white table made with intricate designs, sipping on a fine china tea cup. The matching tea kettle was on the table.

“Tea parties…” Rosie muttered, hanging her head sadly. Not her cup of tea.

“It’s GORGEOUS!” Amelia cried, lacing fingers with Marina. Stella bobbed her head in front of them, her smile huge as ever.

Some of the others, like Jupiter, Nadine, and Paulie, were impressed by the sight, but not too much to comment. Others, like Jackson, Rosie, and Annabelle, preferred something else, but not enough to complain.

Jennifer shifted her eyes in outright suspicion. “Is that a mango tree!?” She pointed at a lush, fruitless tree.

“Uhhhhh….” Chris, more fearful of not knowing something than of Jennifer’s brewing wrath, swiveled to Chef to back him up.

“Not yet it ain’t.” Chef decided to help.

“Tropical trees don’t grow in Canada!” Jennifer chided. “At least, they shouldn’t, especially not around all these other- none of these plants should go together! They’re all going to die!”

Chef made her wait until he took a long sip. He set the cup on the saucer he held in his hand. “Man…” He said, “Stop dissing my mango tree.”

Jennifer continued to hotly argue plant ethics. An intern got Chris’s attention from it by tapping his shoulder, giving him a piece of paper. “Oh! Ahem,” He began hostly once he saw what it was. “This season, we have a team of the world’s BEST plant experts, who have carefully either found a way to keep all native and nonnative plants living in harmony with one another, or under a careful plan for future removal once the season is finished.” He smirked pridefully. “There, no harm done.”

“‘Plant experts?’” Jennifer scoffed. “Plant experts my ass! That’s just Total Drama bull-”

Rosie planted a hand on her shoulder from too far away, but made up for it in one long stride. She was at her side in a second, toothily smiling down at her. “Jenny, what’s it matter? I’m a nature enthusiast! You don’t see me complaining. You’re just being silly.”

Jennifer rose a brow from her scowl. She sighed angrily, but otherwise decided to back down.

“Now if you’ll all follow me.” Chris started to lead them down one of the brick pathways. Chef finished and took up the rear.

“Down this way we have the essentials. You’re going to be in charge of cooking your own meals, but here you’re almost always going to be able to get the ingredients you need.” He explained as they came to a large patch of tilled soil, many various green stalks and vines sprouting from it. Towards the back there were some huts that Chris pointed to. “Those have things like meat and grain stuff. We weren’t allowed to have you slaughter things for yourselves, so I said to heck with all the farm animals then, what’d be the point?” That got a mixed reaction from the teens. “But downside is you have a limited amount of the stuff a day. A pity. Oh, and fruit and berries are scattered around the island- can’t let your snacks be too easy.”

Chris gained a boost of excitement at the little shack at the edge of all the food spots, skipping up to it. “This!” He eagerly smacked the side of the shabby wood with a flat palm. “Is the tool shed- this season’s confessional! There’s lots of these babies all ‘round the island! I want you guys to get acquainted by taking turns saying who you want on your team or not! Who wants to give it a try first!?”

*Shed: Jupiter* They sat at a small wooden bench, knees tucked in. The lighting was a bit dim, light peeking in from the cracks of the wall behind, and a light was illuminating their face for the camera. “I want to be on Annabelle’s team. That may sound strange to instantly decide but… we’re actually siblings. We auditioned together.” They admitted, eyes dropping. “She said that because of my skin condition, as long as Chris didn’t mention it, no one would be the wiser. We even didn’t mention each other on our audition tapes, just in case. It looks like he’s playing along.” They laughed nervously. “I don’t like our plan much, but Anna’s right, it has a lot of pluses. Having the others thinking-” They began to hack grossly “Alright! I can’t take it anymore! Why’s it smell so bad!? It’s not like this is an outhouse anymore-” They turned around, revealing that the wall behind was lined with some small gardening tools… and stacked with open bags of manure. Chris could be heard outside the door cackling like a witch.

*Shed: Jennifer* “One, these plants WILL have retribution.” She informed before saying anything she was supposed to. Her leg was crossed over the other, her hands resting on her knee if not animated around her. “I hate to say it, because people will assume this is how I am in real life outside of sick television world, but I want as few of the… weaker people on my team as possible. I usually PREFER to hang around underdog types, but those are dangerous in a drama competition. Sorry twins, sisters, and Jupiter… but the less of you the better. Not sorry Amelia, you’re preppy.” She finally succumbed to a wince, and glared over at the bags of manure in the corner. Chris somehow, someway, knew this and laughed shrilly once again outside the door.

*Shed: Nadine* “I plan on being the strongest on my team no matter what.” Nadine announced, sitting with her legs pointed to one side. “Even versus… Tony, was it? I can get around him in no time flat, and I’d be surprised if he was able to flinch about it.” She suddenly laughed, looking away bashfully. “Sorry, that was a bit mean. Um, a leader type would be nice. I’d hate for people to look at me to solve in-fighting. If I had to guess who’d that be…” She scratched at her hijab, trying not to be at a loss for words. “Rosie or Paulie, perhaps?”

*Shed: Roger* He sat leaned back with his legs crossed. “I don’t super get it. Like, I don’t know how to PICK someone to be with for important stuff. Everybody hates me being in their group projects at school, but I don’t know why, because I always end up doing all the work, and I hate it because it takes me forever! And they never give me credit!” He crossed his arms and leaned forward, fuming at the floor. “And people always change… they give you attention for nothing but ignore you when you ask for it… so I want people on my team who make sense! That’s it!” He clicked his heels. “Hnn… being nice would help though… or if they were pretty. Or smart. Or-”

*Shed: Cameron* “Eh, I’m thinking Amelia, Paulie, and Jennifer would make good teammates. They seem well-rounded at worse, and I feel a slight bond with them. I’d be crazy not to want both Tony and Nadine on my team. Oh! And Erika and Avery. So cool. So creepy. Maybe get a collab thing going if things don’t turn out here. REAL conjoined twins on my mystery channel would be insane for business! Or if not, I want to hang with them as much as possible, just for funsies.” She paused, a finger on her chin. “But what if… they don’t think I’M cool!?!?”

*Shed: Stella* “Ahhh! Friends!” She joyfully cheered. She balled her hands and bounced in her seat. “With Mari! Ahhhh!”

*Shed: Avery and Erika* Avery sat with her hand on her lap, and Erika lent to the side on hers. “We reeeeally hope to get better at this whole people thing.” Erika whined, sounding nothing like before. Her voice was still soft, but not sad. “We came onto this show hoping to get used to people outside the orphanage. It’s pathetic to say but… we were most excited that they’d be forced to get along with us.”

“We fall into the creepy twin act on habit.” Avery explained. “We’re just so nervous around new faces. A driving factor to joining was also that Total Drama is notorious for oddballs. If anyone’s going to get used to us quick, and us get used to them, this seemed like just the environment. Like Erika said… pathetic. We know.” They didn’t seem all that embarrassed, though.

Erika perked up. “Team wise? Anyone will do! It’ll all be about the same for us, probably cannon fodder no matter what.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “Pathetic. But hey, if we get any sort of positivity out of this at all, it’ll be- say, will you hold your hand out, I wanna do the thing- yeah like that.” Avery held her hand open palm-up for Erika to throw her fist into. “It’ll ALL be worth it!”

*Shed: Paulie* “HMM…” She gleefully pondered. “Definitely Rosie and Cameron- so wild! And Jennifer’s hilarious, gotta be on her team when she pisses Chris off. Mmm, who else… Jupiter maybe? They look cool- oh yeah! And the twins. Think about it- if they count as two, when we vote them off, we still get to keep them! At least once.”

*Shed: Annabelle* She sat sideways on the bench with her legs propped up. “On the opposite team as Jupiter, my dear little sibling. It’ll be good for them, and best case scenario we both get to the merge and become unstoppable. If you’re wondering why we’re not all like those sisters… we’d be targeted like crazy. Being on separate teams, we’ll have a much wider range of people to target, and I won’t have to worry about having to work against them.” Annabelle’s confidence in her plan sounded a bit more flakey when she continued with the next part, “And the main reason I can’t risk getting targeted due to being related is that… it makes it fifty/fifty on which of us gets voted, and as much as I love them… I have to be the one who gets to the finale.” She propped her cheek on her fist. “Jupiter thinks they have a good plan for the money that I pretended to agree with, but to be real, it’ll go to waste in their hands.”

*Shed: Marina* “It goes without saying, Stella! I don’t baby her, I swear, but she deserved a decent introduction, at least! And she’s not the best at talking, so I’ll probably be pretty necessary for awhile since she’s so excited. Otherwise, Rosie’s so nice and strong! I’d love to be on her team. Amelia’s nice… Jackson’s pretty cool… Nadine seems like she’ll be great in challenges… that kind of stuff!” She propped her hands on her hips in excitement.

*Shed: Tony* “Pft, it doesn’t matter. They’re all simple enough, I’ll get under their skins easily.” He said with way more clarity than before, examining his nails. “Err, not those twins though. There’s no WAY I’d be able to get either of them alone…”

*Shed: Amelia* She sat dainty as ever. “Cameron and Paulie, of course! Being the typical ‘quirky girls,’ they’re going to be looking for someone to give them direction. Tony’ll be useful. Jennifer will be fun to mess with, her being on either team will work just fine. Rosie is too into herself, I think, so I’ll pass on her. Roger is a puppy, he’ll follow me easily. I would say Marina would be a nice addition, but now that she has a sister to look after, not so much. The twins have too much of a specific thing… like on stage, you want to be versatile! I can’t tell how stubborn Nadine will be… she’s a dangerous wildcard. Annabelle and Jackson will probably take orders from something that sounds right, which won’t be any trouble for me. Jupiter can be my replacement Marina, I suppose.” She listed off without a second thought on any of her assumptions.

*Shed: Jackson* “There’s SO many girls on this show. Oh my god. I hope I’m with at least ONE of the two other boys. Chris really would toy with me and put them together on the opposite one without me, UGH. Not that the girls are bad, it’s just- Well, I’m no sexist, just- WHATEVER just trust me on this, ‘kay!? Anyway, Jennifer, Annabelle, and Cameron would be pretty cool too.”

*Shed: Rosie* Her eyes popped open in earnest shock. “There’s a lot of un-camp worthy stuff going on already! Jeez! Who raised these folks!?” She huffed. “Well, I’ll give them one chance each, which that all-black wearing girl better appreciate, ‘cause she said some unsavory things a minute ago! Oh, and that OTHER girl… she’s got like, a point and a half. Any worse offense, and she’ll have to go home, with a lesson at that! I’d love to be on her team, just to make sure she stays in line.” *End*

The last of the confessors tromped out to a beaming Chris. “Now on to the next landmark, we have the winners cabin. Which, as it sounds, is the better of the two cabins for only the most recent winners.” He described as they walked to it. 

They came to a quaint little cottage sitting in a field, another confessional shed sitting nearby. Right in front of it was a basic wooden fence leading up to the front door. Sitting upon the fence, there was a boy of the contestants’ age idly knocking his knees together, flicking his dark eyes from the clouds to the cast as they approached.

He sprung from his seat ahead of Chris, smiling wide and outstretching his arms. He was one of the most wiry people in existence it seemed, at a normal height and with brown skin. Dressed simply, he wore dark green jeans, brown dress shoes, and a golden yellow long-sleeved T-shirt. Well, less simply, he had a short black tophat perched on his head, concealing his hair. He had a weird pair of eyes where instead of his eyelids squinting as he emoted, they simply widened or contracted together perfectly, like the lens of a camera. “Chris! What a bunch!”

“Hello Lucas.” Chris groaned, lazily waving at the boy. “Care to tell this ‘bunch’ what you’re here for?” He sorta flicked his wrist over his shoulder.

Lucas hopped up to his side, training his sight on the others. “I’m Lucas, I’m with the people who know the island this season is taking place on.”

Chris sharply growled at him. Lucas blinked at the host, then brought his wrist to his eyes. With his other hand, he pulled back his sleeve a bit, stared at his skin, then looked up smiling once again. “I’m with the people who OWN this island!”

Chris smacked himself.

“I’ll just be around. I’m not working with the staff, so don’t go asking me for stuff.” Lucas continued.

“Like we can ask them for stuff anyway.” Jackson scoffed light-heartedly.

“Will you be doing… anything?” Nadine asked him.

He shrugged, giving a coy, innocent smile on his sharp-featured face. “I sure do love the idea of Reality TV chores. Much more fun than normal chores.”

Marina chuckled. “I bet, if you aren’t competing.”

“I suppose.”

“Anyway, Lucas’ll be around and if he tells you not to do something, listen to him because his dad might get mad if we mess up his island. I don’t really want to know what will happen if we tick him off.” Chris instructed, and Lucas waved to them at hearing his name. He turned to the boy. “I was showing them the good cabin, so if you could…”

Lucas tilted his torso at a weird angle. “Ooh! I like how they have to be two to a room. How do you think they’ll go about that!?”

Chris grimaced.

“Just pick whoever we like the best on the team.” Cameron shrugged. “Though I do admittedly not share very often.”

Lucas turned to them brimming with intrigue, but Chef shook his head from the back and waved the boy over. He perked up, and left the host’s side happily.

“You know what? The cabin speaks for itself when you go inside. Let’s move on to the loser’s cabin.” He lead the cast on the path. From the rear, Chef and Lucas shared dark giggles that all the others nervously picked up on.

They walked this path the longest yet, a curve in the walk suggesting they were walking the perimeter of something, hinted even more so as fences were a prominent feature on one side of them. A grey mass in the distance came into focus, nearly drawing all the attention from the shabby shack in front of it.

“Cool.” Annabelle said while looking up at the gnarled forest, in slight awe.

“Nasty.” Stella added.

“Isn’t it?” Chris asked proudly, before shaking back his senses. “Ahem. THIS is the loser’s cabin. It’s worse than the other one in most ways, the confessional shed is attached to the side, AND it comes with a chore.”

The teenagers groaned prematurely, before they even knew what it was. It made the host even happier. “After a challenge is lost, the losing team will come here after voting off one of their members. You will then be tasked with keeping the untamed part of the island at bay, however you can.”

“What?” Rosie cried, aghast, yet again. “If it’s growing then it’s alive, and it’s not okay in the slightest to cut away living trees!”

“Rosie Rosie Rosie, this forest is SUPER invasive and dangerous. I assure you, it’ll take over this island within a few DAYS of being left untouched, and there’s nothing good inside it. Trust me.” Chris seemed a bit serious. “And as for all of you, don’t be stupid, reckless, curious, or any of that other dumb teenage stuff and try to explore it. That is literally the only important job Lucas has, to make sure none of you act that idiotically.” For anyone who looked towards him, Lucas once again waved his hands at his name. “Because I’ve been at this for way too long to know that at least someone will try it.”

Rosie still looked worried, but after giving the weird forest another look, didn’t press it.

“Now!” Chris clapped his hands. “It’s time to find out who here you have to trust and rely on for your success in the challenges- your teammates! And don’t worry, once the merge hits, you’ll all be in charge of forest taming! But that’s a ways down the road. For now, will the people I call stand over to where I point” Chris motioned to two sides in front of him, Chef and Lucas moving behind the host. Chef whispered something to the boy, who went happily sprinting off.

“Tony,” The massive contestant trucked over to the right side.

“Annabelle,” He pointed to the left. She slightly nodded and contentedly moved away.

“Paulie,” She cockily made a ‘heh’ sound and fingered her bandana as she made her way to the right.

“Stella,” She brightened, coming up to Annabelle. “Hi!” She said, and Annabelle returned the greeting with a chuckle.

“Jackson,” The boy pumped his fist, then paused and coughed into it as he walked over. Paulie smiled at him, and he returned it.

“Marina,” Said contestant had been sweating bullets the second her sister had been called, and was relieved to be pointed in her direction- and so soon at that.

“Amelia,” She walked to the right with a happy wave, turning to face the host promptly once she arrived.

“Erika,” The twins paused before slowly making their way to the left.

“Jupiter,” They jolted, muttering “Ah, y- yes!” and walked to the right.

“Rosie,” She adjusted her non-existent tie before making her way over.

“Roger,” He pointed to the right to make sure, and Chris aggressively pointed in that direction even harder. Jackson beamed at his arrival.

“Cameron,” The girl sprung up as she made her way to the left, and Rosie’s eyes glittered down at her.

“Jennifer,” The goth nodded like she expected it, and went to the right.

“Nadine,” She calmly walked over to the left, no flair nor expression.

“And Avery,” Chris pointed for the final time, to the right.

The clearing was silent.

“Uhhh…. NO?” Jackson stated incredulously.

“What the heck, Chris?” Cameron shouted, flinging her arm around the twins’ shoulders. The twins, who had yet to emote to the announcement themselves, jumped slightly at the touch. “That’s not right, cool, OR possible. So stop joking, man!”

Chris chuckled remorselessly. “What’s wrong about it?”

“They CAN’T- not to offend-” Jennifer interrupted herself to make that note to the twins, “They literally can not be on both teams, and you know it, so stop being cruel.”

“Yeah, pretend I said it like that.” Cameron pointed to the goth.

“I’m not being cruel! As you can see with Marina and Stella, I’d never split apart sisters, and the twins still look together to me!” The host stifled a laugh.

*Shed: Jupiter* They sighed, their shoulders slumping. *End*

“That’s the opposite of funny, Chris.” Nadine grumbled, running her hand down her face.

He planted his hands on his hips. At this time, Lucas returned with two flashy props in hand. Chris didn’t pay him any mind yet. “Well I think we’re all forgetting to ask the people this is about. Avery! Erika! What do you say? Can you do it?”

The twins perked up, flicking their eyes to each other. They whispered in the space between them quickly. With the first smile they ever mustered in front of the others, Avery said, “We can handle it.”

Chris seemed to be the only one completely happy about that, but the contestants let it be.

“Um. So I guess we should like…” Paulie did an awkward step out, “Get a little closer?”

“Just a tad.” Amelia agreed, and the teams wedged a little closer, the twins tilting to be standing with them both.

“You all on the right,” The host reached behind him to take one of the props, “You are the Cheshire Queens.” He tossed the object, shaped like a long scepter with a big, heart-shaped gem sitting up top. Paulie caught it with a smile.

“And you,” He turned to the others, “Are the Hare Hatters.” He tossed a tube-shaped hat with white bunny ears coming out the sides to the team, and Stella eagerly caught it.

“It’s dumb!” She said, putting it on.

Chris ignored her. “With that, we can now,”

Lucas’s eyes grew wide behind him, bouncing on his heels, clasping his hands tightly.

“Start the first challenge.” The host stated simply. The boy behind him looked incredibly aggravated that it didn’t have the flair he was pumped for, and turned away. “A nice little scavenger hunt to get you guys used to the garden. At the expense of one of you on the losing team, of course, but such is life.” He produced two folded squares of paper from his back pocket. “Y’all ready?”

[aria-writes]

The (he)art of Craft | e.k. x reader

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Boys are clueless.

I know this, but for some reason I keep forgetting.

I crossed my arms in front of myself to rest them as Elmer leaped onto his bed like a flying squirrel. "When you asked me if I wanted to 'hang out with you (and the guys)', this isn't exactly what I was envisioning."

Elmer looked over at me as he scrambled to sit up, blinking in confusion. "Why? What did you have in mind?"

In all honesty, shirtless basketball in the park.

"I don't know." I shook my head and sat on the bed beside him.

I watched Elmer boot up the server, staring at the screen with barely concealed excitement. Four users were already online.

This is not exactly my idea of a hot date. Then again, maybe it's my fault for reading into things. On the other hand, I mean really, what usually comes to mind immediately when a really cute boy asks you if you want to 'hang out'?

See, that's what I thought!

You know what, though? All things considered, it could be worse. He could've asked me to play Wii Sports Bowling with him. It's supposed to be so easy the folks in nursing homes love it, right? Well apparently ole gram-grams has more virtual athletic ability in her pinky finger than I do in my entire body.

Elmer scooted closer to me and pulled out headphones, flipping the earpieces outwards so we could share the same set.

I watched as the screen started spazzing out. "Is that..." I trailed off, pointing at the screen and not sure how to put my thoughts into words as I held my part of the headphones up to my ear.

Elmer quirked an eyebrow. "Yeah, it's usual for this section. The reason it's so glitchy is because someone spawned way too many ocelot assets."

"Hey guys, Elmer has a girl ov—" Romeo started to say, but he was cut off by somebody who was way louder.

"You can never have too many ocelots!" A distinctive, high-pitched but still decidedly male voice exclaimed through the headset.

"The queen of the felines has spoken." Elmer rolled his eyes and smiled as his avatar started jerkily walking towards a large light blue and white building that touched the sky. "This is Racetrack's cat castle—"

"A cat-stle, if you will." Racetrack interrupted.

"I will not." Albert shot back.

Racetrack cleared his throat and adopted a 'tour guide' voice. "Business hours are from 9:00pm to 5:00am, or for the low low price of three diamonds you can get an all-access pass."

"Good grief." Albert muttered under his breath.

"Killing one of my sweet, adorable, cuddly babies— I mean, very loyal subjects— results in an immediate ban for life." Racetrack continued, undeterred. "Donations of precious gemstones and fish, cooked or raw, are always appreciated."

"Yeah, good luck with that." Romeo replied with a small snort.

"I'll come tour your catstle, Race!" Crutchie said cheerily.

"Finally, some proper respect around here."

I gave Elmer the side-eye. "Why isn't it pink?"

"Pink? You think I would use pink?" Racetrack asked with an air of disdain, scoffing. "Please. Pink is a strong, masculine color, fit only for the he-est of men. My graceful feminine eyes can only bear the lightest, most delicate shades of blue, as is befitting a most proper young lady such as myself."

Elmer made eye contact with me and shrugged.

"Also, pink is Romeo's color." Racetrack mumbled with a defeated tone.

Romeo let out a triumphant laugh. "Ya snooze ya lose, loser!"

Alerts in all caps popped up on the screen as three more usernames joined.

Elmer nudged me with his shoulder to get my attention. I tried and failed not to blush. "And to our left, we have Henry's trailer park. In Minecraft, imagination is the only limit, and Henry decided to build a trailer park. Why, I have no idea."

"Because heck you, that's why!" Henry said, but there was no bite in his tone.

"Watch your ****ing language on my good Christian Minecraft server!" Crutchie yelled.

The random conversations going on between others in the background went silent.

"oh no." Crutchie said really quietly, but we could all hear it due to the aforementioned radio silence.

Jojo started muttering The Lord's Prayer to himself.

Somebody let out a very loud snort.

"Gross!" Albert shrieked. "Say it, don't spray it!"

"Kiss my butt!" Racetrack shot back.

There was some fuzzy noise, like somebody dropped their headset on the ground and they were wrestling with each other now.

Jack sighed. "Hey, if y'all are gonna hate-boink, can you please mute your channels please and thank you!"

"Shut up!" Racetrack and Albert shouted at the same time.

Jack cackled like a maniac to himself.

"Okay, you know what?" Albert asked, clearly annoyed. "Keep it up, but I'm gonna tell Katherine all about your little problem with–"

Elmer gasped and pulled his earpiece away from his head. He quickly crossed himself before returning to listening in on the conversation.

"No!" Jack protested as Albert proceeded to spill some very personal information. "You wouldn't!"

"—Don't test me." Albert finished.

"I did not need to know that." Jojo said, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Ditto." Henry murmured in agreement.

A notification popped up on the screen alerting everybody that Buttons was online and had joined the server, bringing the total up to eight. "Hey, guys! Know what?" He asked, innocently.

"That the unflappable Jack Kelly apparently has a raging butt rash." Romeo answered matter-of-factory.

Buttons seemed at a loss for words. "...Oh." he said, finally.

"I'm dealing with it, okay?" Jack asked, annoyed. "I have cream and I'm taking oatmeal baths—"

"TMI, bro." Albert interrupted.

"You started it!" Jack exclaimed, exasperatedly.

"Your mom started it!" Albert retorted. The height of maturity, that one.

"My mom is dead!"

"Oh yeah? So's mine, you ain't special!" Albert said breezily.

A chorus of 'So is mine' rang through the airspace.

"Okay, well that's depressing." Buttons commented. "Who wants to duel?"

"Ooh, pick me! I'm always a ho for dying!" Racetrack yelled enthusiastically.

"Race, are you okay?" Crutchie asked, concerned.

There was no response for a few seconds, and then I heard the sound of somebody facepalming.

"Race, you're an idiot." Albert said flatly.

"Oh, wait a second."

Elmer adjusted his grip on the headset. "What'd he do?"

Albert sighed. "He shot finger guns at the screen."

"Woooowww." Jojo said, totally done.

"You're just jealous." Race clicked his tongue.

Jojo scoffed. "Why would I be jealous of an evil leprechaun? Oh wait, no, that's Albert."

"Hey!"

I elbowed Elmer. "Are they always like this?"

Elmer nodded. "Constantly."

"Uh, guys? Anyone else's game bugging out?" Jack asked. "Oh wait never mind, I just wandered a little too close to the crazy cat lady's cottage."

Racetrack huffed. "Heck you, butt rash boy."

Jojo let out a mock offended gasp. "Such language!"

"Frick you, HoHo."

Jojo gasped again. "Frick you!"

"That's gay." Racetrack said, snickering.

"You're gay!" Jojo replied.

"So what if I am?! Gay means happy, and I'm the happiest person I know! So there!" Racetrack punctuated his sentence with a somewhat audible 'blep'.

Elmer fake-coughed and raised his voice loud enough to cover Jojo and Racetrack's 'argument'. “To our right is Mush's giant flower garden." He did a slow pan of the colorful, pixelated blooms.

I leaned forward to examine them. It was quite impressive, if only from the sheer numbers of mass collection.

"Dare you to steal one, Elmer." Romeo piped up.

Elmer shook his head vehemently. "Heck no, unlike most of you, I actually value my life."

"Lives having value?" Albert scoffed.

"In this economy?" Racetrack finished for him.

"Now we're coming up on Romeo's super tacky building." Elmer leaned back against the wall as a large, misshapen, pink, vaguely-heart-shaped structure came into view.

"Look, I had a plan originally, but math and grids are hard." Romeo explained.

Racetrack let out a derisive scoff. "Grids are literally the easiest thing, you wannabe fashion icon."

Romeo blew a raspberry.

"Your mom is literally the easiest thing." Albert commented.

I could practically hear Racetrack's smirk from here. "You know, what I'm gathering from all the 'your mom' jokes is, you just really wanna be my daddy."

Somebody started making vey exaggerated gagging noises.

"Uh, pass." Albert muttered under his breath.

"You coughing up a hairball over there or something, Jojo?" Henry asked.

Jojo ceased his gagging. "No, I'm good."

"I bet Race has rabies." Buttons quipped.

"Don't be ridiculous, Race doesn't have rabies!" Crutchie protested. "I had him tested and everything."

"Interesting." I murmured under my breath.

"This is my house!" Elmer announced with a large grin, completely oblivious. "It's one of those tiny houses!"

"That's a very pretentious way of saying 'dirt hut starter home'." Crutchie teased.

"Wow, that's so funny I forgot to laugh." Elmer shot back. "No, it's like one of those minimalist houses that used to be all the rage, but in Minecraft! See?" He gestured at the small building on the screen, eyes sparkling.

I smiled back, his energy practically contagious. "It's very cute." Just like its builder, is what I did not say to him.

"And fully functional!" Elmer opened the door and started pointing out various features. "In the floor is a crafting table and a bed, to the side we have a furnace and a double-wide chest—"

"Your mom has a double-wide chest!" Racetrack exclaimed gleefully before erupting into laughter.

Elmer snapped his mouth shut with an unamused look on his face.

"Dang you Race, I was about to say that." Albert said, almost whining.

Elmer let out a sigh and moved his avatar to the back of the house. "And here's a small vegetable garden."

"Po Tay Toes!" Albert exclaimed, immediately perking back up.

"Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew!" Jack added. The first thing he's said in a while, now that I think about it.

"You Irish people scare me." Racetrack commented.

"You're part Irish." Albert said flatly.

"Yeah, and?" Racetrack asked defensively. "I scare myself!"

"That makes two of us." Albert muttered under his breath.

I stole a glance towards Elmer, who was engrossed in harvesting his virtual vegetables. I can't say I understand how or why people invest so much time in this kind of stuff, but at least it makes him happy.

It'd be nice if I could do that.

I don't know what I'm doing, but if I don't ask then I'll spend years replaying this day over and over in my head at 2:00a.m. in the morning overanalyzing every single little detail. Here goes nothing.

I smiled teasingly and nudged Elmer with my elbow, gently. “So, do you invite all the girls out to watch you play Minecraft or am I just special?"

"Say what now?" Elmer looked over at me suddenly, blinking as if he was coming out of a trance as his eyes re-adjusted to the real world.

Uh-oh.

"This is a date?"

"This isn't a date?" We both asked in unison.

There was an awkward silence for about ten seconds, which was then broken by the sound of loud crunching over the headset.

"Henry!" About five or six voices exclaimed.

"What?" Henry asked defensively. "This is entertaining, thus, snacks are a must! Can y'all blame me?"

"Elmer," Racetrack sighed, "when you ask a girl to quote, 'hang out', unquote, that's code for a date. Just like Netflix and Chill is—"

"Stop! Don't ruin his innocence!" Buttons interrupted.

"I'm just saying, he's not gonna get very far if he doesn't know—"

Elmer pulled the headset down and placed it on the bed between us, hitting mute at the same time. "Look, this didn't go the way I planned, 'cause I was gonna ask you out for real, but then I panicked, so no wonder you've been getting mixed signals, but..."

He stared down at the floor and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "Can we just finish out today platonic and like, start fresh tomorrow? And I promise, if it's what you want, I will ask you on a real, proper date then."

I grinned and turned back to face the screen so I wasn't staring at him and making him even more uncomfortable. "Sounds good to me."

"Cool." Elmer returned the grin and did two thumbs up at me, shoulders scrunched up, then picked the headset back up and held it up to his ear.

I leaned in to unmute it and was greeted with a cacophony of all the boys arguing with each other over what exactly was happening on our end.

I hesitantly reached over to place my arm around Elmer's shoulders. "Do you mind if... is this okay?"

Elmer beamed from ear to ear and leaned into my touch. "Yeah."

"What's going on?" Romeo asked loudly, effectively putting a damper on the moment. "I need visuals!"

[pen-masta]

Malicious Mental Part 7

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Castel smiles as he bounces his niece on his good knee, she giggles holding onto his hand as he jolts up and down. Having his family here has been actually really rather nice. His brothers came with their families and Joy’s sisters came with theirs. It’s almost like Thanksgiving but in the summer, Joy helps his and her moms cook up huge meals to feed everyone while he plays with his nieces and nephews. His brothers and her sisters chat all day long while their dads take care of some work around the house and with the cars. It’s a very warm and welcoming atmosphere that he hopes never leaves.

“Alright Skylar,” Eliza smiles taking her daughter off of Castel’s knee. “Come on little one it’s time for a nap.”

Skylar whines loudly and reaches out towards Castel making grabby hands. He chuckles.

“I’ll be here when you wake up,” he assures her.

The baby whines as her mom takes her up stairs to the guest room to lay down. Joy smiles and takes a seat next to Castel, he smiles at her and gingerly puts his arm around her–which is kind of strange considering he can’t fully straighten his arm quite yet.

She hugs him and looks up at him, “She loves you.”

“I guess,” he chuckles. “She’s only one I highly doubt she’s decided what family members she likes and dislikes.”

Joy shakes her head, “No I can tell she loves you.”

He shrugs and decides to not fight her on this, “Alright.”

“You should shower before dinner,” Joy tells him pulling at only of his curls. “Your hair is kind of greasy.”

He chuckles and nods, “Alright I will.”

“When you’re done just leave the door open and I’ll be in to help with your hair and change your bandages.”

He nods, “Sounds good.”

“I’m gonna go finish helping your mom set the table,” she stands up. “You need anything?”

He shakes his head, “Not at the moment.”

“Oki doki,” she smiles and skips off to the kitchen.

Castel smiles watching her walk out, his eyes not leaving her for a second.

“Help with your hair?” A voice behind him asks and he jumps.

He turns to see his brothers smiling down at him and he relaxes.

“Geez you scared me half to death,” Castel sighs and smiles at them as they each sit on either side of him.

“Sorry bro,” Zack chuckles.

“So what did she mean help you with your hair?” Mikey asks smirking at his kid brother.

Castel’s cheek are instantly red, “Um…well…I-I can’t really lift my arms too much to wash my hair…so…”

“But if you’re able to take showers now,” Zack smiles, “shouldn’t you be able to wash your own hair?”

Castel’s face is on fire and he swallows hard, “Well…I-I can’t.”

“I think you’re lying,” Mikey teases. “If based on nothing else other than that dopey grin you just had watching Joy leave, I’d say you enjoy having her wash your hair.”

Castel fidgets in his seat, “I do not in fact I hate having to ask her for help.”

“Sure,” Zack rolls his eyes. “You keep telling yourself that Tiger.”

“I’m not judging,” Mikey smiles and shrugs. “I think it’s rather sweet that you like it.”

“I don’t like it,” Castel says defensively.

“Then why don’t you tell her you can do it yourself?” Zack asks quirking a brow

Castel huffs out a sharp sigh, “Did you two come here just to mock me?”

Mikey’s eyes soften, ���Not at all we really wanted to see how you were feeling.”

“Yeah dude you nearly died,” Zack says putting his hand on his baby brother’s head. “The thought of no longer having you here is terrifying.”

“We’re so thankful that you’re still here with us Cassie,” Mikey says and kisses Castel’s head.

Castel smiles feeling the embarrassment leaving his body, hearing the love and sincerity in their voices. But then they both smile teasingly.

“But the teasing part is just a bonus,” Zack chuckles and pokes Castel’s side earning a very boyish squeak out of the younger male, which then follows a very childish whine.

His brothers both laugh and Mikey ruffles his curls.

“We’re just messing with Cassie,” Mikey smiles and Castel pushes his hand away sticking his tongue out at his brother.

“So how are you feeling?” Zack asks

“Better than I have been,” Castel says and relaxes into the couch. “My physical, mental, and emotional state have all been pretty normal.”

“That’s good to hear,” Mikey smiles. “Is the therapist helping?”

He nods, “Yeah…I think it’s only helping cause I’m not alone though.”

“You mean that Joy’s there in the session,” Zack says and Castel nods.

“Yeah…she makes it a little easier to stay calm,” Castel says and rubs the back of his neck.

“Is she a good nurse?” Mikey smiles nudging Castel.

Castel smirks, “Yes she is. She’s very diligent and helpful.”

“And you like playing doctor,” Zack chuckles as Castel’s cheeks turn red.

“I am thankful for her help,” Castel says very matter-of-factly.

“Uhuh,” Mikey says and he and Zack share a knowing grin.

“You know I’ve really rather enjoyed the peace and quiet that’s filled the house since you two have moved out.” Castel snubs

“Really now?” Zack laughs, “You think you’re in a safe position to make a statement like that little brother?”

“I think you’ve forgotten what happens when you make comments like that,” Mikey grins and looms over his brother.

Castel’s eyes widen and he tries to back track, “No, no I remember very well.”

“Perhaps you need a refresher,” Zack chuckles.

Castel reaches for his crutch to get up and run…hobble away from his brothers, but Mikey kicks the crutch away pinning the youngest of the Cubs to the couch.

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Haley smiles and bumps her hip into Joy’s

“So small fry,” Haley says, “you enjoying playing Clara Barton?”

Joy’s cheeks turn pink slightly but she smiles.

“If you are speaking in reference to me taking care of Castel then yes,” Joy says as she dices the tomatoes.

Tina giggles, “So you like taking care of him?”

“Well yeah,” Joy says ignoring her increasing blush. “It makes me feel better about what happened.”

Her three sisters all share a look.

“Short stack,” Taylor says and puts her hand on Joy’s shoulder. “You…you don’t still think what happened is your fault…do you?”

Joy stops cutting but still stares down at her hands.

“Not really…but maybe a teeny tiny small part of it…was?”

Taylor gentle takes the knife from her baby sister’s hands and sets it down. “Joy,” she says. “Please don’t lecture me again,” Joy sighs. “Cassie and I have talked like…I know it’s not like anyone blames me…but really if I hadn’t said yes to Hayden this whole thing would have never happened.”

“Joy,” Haley sighs

“It’s fine,” Joy smiles at her sisters. “It really is, I’m moving on it’s just gonna…take some time is all.”

Tina smiles sadly at her before wrapping her in a hug, “Alright we’ll drop it.”

Joy smiles and hugs her back, “Thank you.”

“Besides it’s not like Hayden can hurt you two anymore,” Taylor grins.

“If he did I think Cassie would kill him,” Haley giggles.

“No way!” Tina laughs.

“Ya’ll have never seen Cassie in a rage,” Joy laughs. “He’s scary.”

“I believe it,” Taylor nods. “It’s always the sweet dorks that turn into the Hulk when you push the right buttons.”

The four giggle as a shriek comes from the living room.

“Was that Cassie?” Tina asks and Joy nearly trips over her feet running out to see what’s going on.

But she sighs in relief hearing the shriek is followed by laughter as Castel’s brothers take advantage of his inability to move to take the time to torment him. Joy smiles happy to see that Castel is alright and making up for some long overdue bonding time with his brothers.  

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Castel smiles as he finishes washing himself in the shower. It takes a lot of energy and strength to stand up and wash himself, but he’s happy he’s able to manage it again. He stands in the hot water for a moment staring at his shampoo. He could lift his one arm enough to scrub his hair and stand all at once as long as he leaned against the shower wall. He could do it himself, he didn’t really need Joy to wash his hair for him anymore.

…But he wants her to.

He feels a little bit of shame in having her wash his hair when he is perfectly capable of doing it himself. He blames it on the fear of slipping and losing his balance, but really he secretly enjoys it. He shouldn’t enjoy it, but he does it feels good to have her massaging his scalp. And really, it’s not even the fact that it feels good, but more of an excuse to be close to her without it seeming awkward or out of place.

Feeling embarrassed he shuts the water off and takes his towel from the hanger. Carefully he dries himself and wraps the towel around his waist before taking a shaky step out of the tub. He’s able to stand on his own for all of five seconds before his knees start to shake and he quickly sticks the crutch under his arm, leaning his weight off of his wounded leg. Hobbling to the sink he takes the foldable stool out from the cabinet and places it in the tub. Huffing a little from the exertion all the movement is taking him he opens the door just as Joy instructed and takes a seat on the stool.

He sits there for a moment or two trying to catch his breath; playing with his nieces, nephews, and his brothers has been quite the workout on his lungs. Joy walks in a half a second after he sits and smiles at him.

“You good?” She asks as she takes her spot behind him

“Yeah,” he smiles at her still panting.

“We need to still do your exercises,” Joy says squeezing some shampoo into her hands. “You’ve been doing well, but the only way you’re going to get back to a healthy norm is if you keep practicing.”

“I know,” he nods.

She smiles and begins scrubbing his wet curls. Her eyes soften as she watches him relax back against her. His eyes close, his lips fall into a lazy grin, and he lets out a very satisfying hum of contentment. She’s positive he’s reached a point in his recovery to where he could take care of his hair himself, but she likes to think that he enjoys this little moment with her. Castel isn’t that willing to ask for things he likes, often feeling a bit embarrassed to ask for some sort of affection, so she’s more than happy to oblige in giving him this little bit of pleasure. And she’s positive if he really didn’t like it he would have stopped her by now. Of course, she will never call him on it knowing he’ll shrink away and never ask for it ever again, and she doesn’t want that.

If she’s being honest she rather enjoys their hair washing ritual as well. How could she not? He looks so cute this way, leaning back against her. She loves that she’s able to relax him this much, especially after everything he’s been through. She smiles lovingly as the suds form in his mop of curls, she tries hard to make this moment last as long as she possibly can. But all good things must come to an end, and soon she’s rinsing the suds out of his hair and tossing a dry towel onto his head.

He chuckles a little as she towel dries his hair, and she smiles at how wild his curls look as the damp follicles stand up in all directions looking as though he was just struck by lightning. She’s happy she can be here for him, not because she still feels responsible for the accident but because he deserves it. He deserves to have her attention, to have her help as he needs it. God knows he’s always freely giving his time and attention to her. As she grabs the comb off the counter and begins to try and wrangle in his curls she remembers several times when he’s been there for her. There were several nights after bad break ups when he stayed up with her as she cried. There were several sacrifices he’s made for her as they grew up from letting her take his swing on the playground to giving up his ticket to the music festival that she couldn’t go to cause she was sick, just to keep her company while she was ill. Her heart swells as she reflects on every single moment of her life where he was there for her when she needed him—there are too many to count and she feels so unworthy of that treatment. After the way she’s treated him, ignored how he felt, how her choices affected him…

And suddenly a very vivid memory floods her mind. It was something that had happened several months back before she had even met Hayden. She was dating this big football jock Bruce, they had been going steady for about four months and everything had been going fine. Bruce was extremely popular and had tons of friends, which meant he got invited to a lot of parties. Which meant Joy got invited to a lot of parties. Parties that were not the popcorn, soda, and monster movies she was used to having with Castel. Parties where everyone thought they were a lot more adult than they really were. Which is fine, Joy doesn’t judge but she just wasn’t about that life. One particular night Bruce had a little more than his share to drink and started feeling sick. So Joy was guiding him to the bathroom, but before they were even near the bathroom he forced her into the bedroom. In his drunken state he tried to pressure her to have sex with him and when Joy said no Bruce got angry. They fought, yelled, and things got physically violent. The horrific event ended with him calling her a string of unkind names and kicking her out of the party.

Bruised, beaten, and feeling very violated and betrayed she stood on the street in the rain with tears streaming down her cheeks. It was cold and wet and dark and she had no idea how to get home. With the last bit of charge her phone had she could make one phone call.

So at three o’clock in the morning, in the pouring rain, she called him. And he answered. All he had to hear was the brokenness in her voice and he was already on his way. She shared her location with him and sat on the curb shivering and sobbing. It wasn’t long until he pulled up in the family minivan getting her into the car and blasting the heat. Seeing the bruises on her face and arms caused a burning fire to light in him, but he said nothing. He didn’t pressure her for the story, he didn’t even ask if she was alright. They drove in silence for a short while before he turned on the radio smiling a little as the ABBA song came through the speakers.

Singing at the top of his lungs he sang the lyrics to Dancing Queen looking as goofy and dumb as he possible could until she smiled and started laughing and singing along with him. He took her home and stayed at her house making soup while she showered. And after she told him what Bruce tried to do to her it took everything within him to not drive back to the party and kick the crap out the dumb jock. So instead he stayed with her all night, holding her close and keeping her company until she fell asleep. Although he didn’t murder Bruce that night, that didn’t stop him from nailing the guy in the face the next day at school.

Tears sting her eyes as the memory fades from her mind. He had been there for her every single time she needed him, he was always at her side. She still can’t shake the thought of him being ripped from her life at the hands of Hayden. Her chest feels heavy as she begins to feel overwhelmed. Dropping the comb from her hand she wraps her arms around his neck burying her face into his neck. Needless to say the sudden change startles Castel and he jumps slightly at the sudden death grip she has on him.

“Jo-jo?” He questions trying to get a better look at her.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffles and hugs him tighter. “I just…I needed to hug you.”

He smiles a little and places his hand on her arms.

“Aw Joy,” he chuckles. “You can always hug me.”

She giggles airily, “You don’t realize what you’ve just said. You’ll regret it.”

He smiles and rubs her arm, “Bet I won’t.”

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After dinner they all remain at the table playing board games and laughing together. He can’t remember the last time he’s had this much fun. He really feels genuinely happy, even after everything that’s happen he’s really starting to feel like himself again. Soon everything is cleaned up and put away and the enormous household splits apart to all get ready for bed. His mom smiles at him as she gets him situated on the couch, allowing Joy a chance to shower herself.

“Are you having fun bébé?” She asks putting some more pillows behind him.

He nods, “Yes I am.” He smiles, “It’s nice to see everyone.”

“Good,” she smiles and kisses his forehead. “You should thank Joy.”

He blinks, “What do you mean?”

“Well this was her idea,” she says and flattens out the blanket on him. “She thought it’d be good for you to have some visitors, socialize a bit, have time with your brothers and everyone.”

“She set this up?” He asks in shock.

“I don’t know why you sound so surprised,” his mom laughs. “She’s always thinking about your wellbeing and what could help you. She knew you’ve been feeling low lately and kind of missing your brothers, so she called everyone and invited them to come visit for a few days.”

He blinks again before he smiles, “Really? This wasn’t one of your ingenious ideas to get me to be social?”

She laughs and runs her fingers through his hair, “I wish I could take the credit for this one bébé but I cannot. This was all Joy, from the people to the food to the games she planned out everything to make you feel better.”

He smiles and feels his cheek heating up a little, “Really?”

“Yes Cassie,” she smiles at her youngest. “She cares a great deal about you.”

He smiles, “I’ll be sure to thank her.”

She nods in agreement and ruffles his curls, “Do you need anything before I go get ready for bed bébé?”

“Nah I’m good Moman, thanks.”

She smiles and kisses his temple before walking up stairs. He smiles to himself at how Joy had humbly outdone herself trying to lift him up. He really loves when she does stuff like this, not just for him but for anyone. She puts others first and is always looking to bring some light into the darkness of somebody else’s life. She’s amazing and it’s one of the many aspects he adores about her. He will definitely have to do something for her in return, not just say thank you. He leans back against the pillows and sighs in contentment.

He lays there for a moment or two listening to the shower turning off. Joy would be down in few minutes in her pjs, hair brushed and soaking wet. She loves braiding hair, but she’s never mastered braiding her own hair. Perhaps he could offer to braid her hair for her as a starter for a return thanks, after all she looked really rather cute when her hair was braided. He could manage that with one hand, couldn’t he? Maybe there was a ‘how to braid with one hand’ video on YouTube he could watch right quick.

He pulls his phone out from his pocket and types in his passcode unlocking the screen. Before he can even open YouTube he notices a notification number floating over his text message box. He scrunches his eyebrows together wondering when he got this message seeing that he hadn’t felt his phone vibrate. But maybe it was James from the robotics club checking in with him, seeing that the team seems to be lost without their president. He smiles and opens the text message but it’s not from James, it’s from an unknown number.

The message is a simple website link marked BANNED and nothing else. Unsure of what this link or person is he types back.

Who is this?

He waits and soon three dots appear on his screen before the message comes through.

Just open it dude it’s a must see

Completely confused and upset by the strange response he decides it’s probably best to delete this message. It’s marked banned for a reason, it could be pornography or gory graphics or even some kind of virus that would attack his hard drive. He should delete it now. But as he stares at the link his finger hovering over the trashcan preparing to delete the message and forget it even existed, his curiosity starts to weigh out.

He bites his lip as he looks around the room, the Curtis family went back to Joy’s house and his family is all upstairs preparing for bed. On the off chance this is some X rated cite there were no little ones around to get scarred for the few seconds the cite would be open before he could close it out. The oddity of this text message is so alluring he can’t ignore it, he has to know what this ‘must see’ is. Clicking the link causes his Safari to open and pulls up a video that begins playing as soon as it opens.

“Cubs!” A voice yells on the screen.

Oh no.

His chest tightens and he can’t breathe. It’s the video. The video of him getting shot.

“Hayden I thought we talked this out. You said we were good and that you understood.” The smaller Castel’s voice says to the shooter.

His heart leaps into his throat and pounds viciously to where he’s positive he’ll throw up. His hands tremble as his eyes are locked on the screen unable to look away. Turn the video off!

He tries to pause the video as he’s holding his phone in the same hand which doesn’t work.

“I do understand Cubs.” The video Hayden’s voice says with a crazed smile, “I understand why Joy was trying to break up with me. I understand that it wasn’t really her who wanted me gone. I understand what’s standing between me and Joy.”

Heart throbbing, adrenaline pumping, the need for the video to disappear growing stronger. He fumbles breathing hard as he tries to get the video off his screen, which causes him to end up dropping the rectangle. He bites his lip until he’s sure it’s bleeding as he stretches and reaches his arm out for the phone.

“Hayden you don’t have to do this. Why don’t we just talk for a second, I’m sure we can work this out.”

No, no, no shut it off! Shut it off!

“I’m done talking,” The small video Hayden hisses.

Oh no here it comes!

The first shot rings out and people in the video start to scream, even from the far distance the phone lays away from him he can see blood forming on the side of his video self. The second shot rings out and he gives up trying to grab the phone and opts to cover his ears curling up in the fetal position on the couch. He can smell the gun powder, he can feel Joy tugging back on him, he can feel the burning pain engulfing his body all over again.

He screams closing his eyes. He needs this to stop, he can’t relive it! His screams match the scream of the video Castel as he falls forward drenched in blood. He can feel the sticky liquid dripping down his sides, how uncomfortable his clothes are, the flames licking at his flesh. He screams again.

“Cassie!” A voice yells from somewhere around him and suddenly his brothers are at his side.

“Cas it’s alright, snap out of it!” Zack yells and tries to pull his younger brother to a sitting position but Castel is not having it.

He curls more pressing the palms of his hands harder against his ears trying desperately to drown out the gunshots and his own screaming. Mikey spies the phone on the floor and nearly dives for it.

“Cas what the heck!? Why would you do this to yourself!?” His brother cries and pauses the video.

Castel is hyperventilating his eyes squeezed tight as tears run down his face. Zack pulls Castel into his arms and holds him as he trembles and shakes, sobbing feeling the phantom pain breaking down his body.

“It’s not real Cas, it’s not real. It’s over,” Zack repeats holding his brother as tight as he can in hopes that it’ll help Castel get a grip on reality feeling his brother hugging him.  

It’s several minutes before Castel is able to breath normally again and he gingerly opens his eyes to look up into the faces of his brothers. Both of which are dumbfounded on how to help the youngest of the Cubs family. A beat passes before new tears fill his eyes and he beings to cry for some reason he’s unsure of.

Mikey and Zack sit on either side of him, trying to calm him down. Gosh this was so much easier to do when he was a baby…and not nearly experiencing death. Zack continues to hold Castel as he sobs and Mikey offers words of affirmation rubbing Castel’s back…it’s the only thing he can think of to do.

None of them are sure how long the process actually took, but they find themselves several horrific and painful moments later sitting in silence. Castel still curled in Zack’s arms with Mikey sitting next to them unsure of how to help. Castel sniffles and rubs his eyes.

“‘m sorry,” he slurs in a watery voice.

“Nothing to be sorry about kiddo,” Zack smiles weakly at his brother.

“Where did you even get this video?” Mikey asks and looks down at the discarded phone.

“Someone s-sent it to me,” Castel says and sits up to lean back again Mikey.

“Some sicko jerk whose gonna get killed if I ever find them,” Zack grits his teeth.

Mikey glances down at the phone feeling it vibrate. Castel looks at the screen and before Mikey can send the text away he sees it. From the same unknown number.

Enjoy Throwback Trauma Thursday HERO

Castel cringes staring at the screen of the paused video. He blinks seeing the person had recorded another two minutes of footage. He can see himself hunched over on the bleachers, Joy holding his lifeless body and Hayden looming over her, pressing the gun to Castel’s head. His eyes widen.

“Did he hurt her?” He breaths out and moves to press play on the screen.

“Cassie no!” Mikey scolds and pulls the phone out of reach, “No more don’t torment yourself you masochist.”

“I don’t know what happened after I was shot,” he says still staring at the phone. “I was in and out. I left Joy alone with Hayden. I have to know if he hurt her.”

“Cas Mikey is right you don’t need to be watching that,” Zack says trying to rationalize with his brother.

Castel grits his teeth the need to know what happened to his best friend after he passed out fueling him.

He growls, “I need to know!” Again he reaches for the phone.

Mikey stares his baby brother down hoping the kid would just let it go, but when it came to Joy, Castel never backed down. Finally Mikey sighs and reluctantly hands him the phone.

“I think this is a bad idea,” Mikey says.

“I don’t care,” Castel snaps and presses play.

“No! Stop!” The Joy in the video shrieks.

Hayden looks at her confused, “Stop? What for? I have two bullets left I want to use them all.”

Castel trembles a little, beginning to feel the hot metal pressing against his temple, but he refuses to break down again. He has to know if Hayden put his hands on Joy. He’s waiting for Hayden to turn the gun on Joy, to hit her, to do something to her. But then something he wasn’t expecting happens. Joy starts to speak. She’s calming Hayden down, she’s talking the gun away from Castel’s head, she’s convincing Hayden to leave him be.

Castel’s eyes widen as he watches Joy in the video standing up to his attacker. He had no idea this even happened! Why didn’t anyone tell him!? Why didn’t Joy tell him!? She was amazing thinking quick on her feet, getting in the favor of the enemy and sweet talking her way into his head. Making her plans seem like his. She was brilliant! She was incredible! She was so brave! She…saved his life.

Suddenly it hits him like a train. The words Hayden was saying, the placement of the gun. Hayden never had a target on Joy…he only wanted Castel. Cas wasn’t protecting Joy or saving her life, she was saving his! Joy has said many times that Hayden was going for Castel, but it never really hit him until this moment. New tears fill his eyes as he watches Hayden pull Joy in for a hideous kiss, one that he can see Joy is physically trying to endure. And then Hayden is gone and Joy dials the phone.

“Hello 911!”

The video stops playing and the three males sit it complete and utter silence. Castel sits up straight careful of his bad leg.

“She was the one who saved me,” he says as he exhales still in awe of how spectacular Joy had been while he was unconscious. “I…I had no idea that’s what had happened.”

“Me either,” Zack agrees and Mikey nods as well.

“I would have never thought that fast,” Mikey says and closes the video out. “Joy certainly is one incredible gal.”

Zack chuckles, “That’s for sure right Cassie?” He jokes nudging his brother.

But Castel’s mind is still processing so he only smiles weakly.

“Yeah,” he nods and blinks. “Wait a second…where is Joy?”

“She was still in the bathroom getting ready for bed the last I saw her,” Zack says.

“It’s odd she wasn’t the first one down here when you started screaming,” Mikey inquires and looks towards the steps.

Castel’s eyes widen, “The video. JOY!”

He falls off the couch trying to leap to his feet, but he’s still not one hundred percent yet and his body is not up for all this fast paced movement. He fumbles with his crutch before he manages to get to his feet with the aid of his brothers.

“JOY!” He screams out again and when he gets no response he forces his body to move faster.

“Cas slow down, you’ll over do it!” Mikey calls as he watches the younger male trying his hardest to scramble up the stairs.

“I don’t care!” He calls back.

When the crutch catches on the carpeted steps for the third time he lets out an audible sound–that could only be categorized as a roar–before he throws the stupid crutch down the stairs. He continues on up the last few steps and falls to his knees hearing his brothers’ voices somewhere behind him and the sound of them running after him. He ignores them and crawls on his hands and knees towards the bathroom.

Fire burns in his left arm seeing that the weak muscles are having too much weight put on them, but he doesn’t care.

“JOY!” He yells again and forcefully pushes the bathroom door open.

The door flies open to reveal Joy, in her favorite t-shirt and pj pants toothbrush with foamed toothpaste laying next to her as she sits against the sink cabinet. Phone out on the floor in front of her, toothpaste foam dribbling down her chin as tears slide down her cheeks mixing with the pink bubblegum flavored foam. She stares blankly at the phone on the floor.

“Hello 911!”

The video stops playing leaving the room filled with the only sound that’s left–the running water from the sink above her.

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The American Family

This story is fictional. It contains sexual situations between members of the same sex, opposite sex, and within the same family. Love, moonchris. The American Family Chapter 1: Baseball Mitch threw his baseball glove hard into the back seat as he climbed into the car. “I hate baseball!” he said, trying to hold back tears. “Honey, you’re 9 years old. You can’t expect to play baseball and never make a mistake.” said Shawna, his mom, as she pulled out of the ball field parking lot. She had signed him up last month at his own insistence. He was so excited to be playing ball with all the other kids, but his struggles, and the way he reacted to them, were starting to worry her more and more. “Mom! I struck out twice, and when the ball was hit to me it went by me every time. I play in right field. I’m the WORST kid on the whole stupid team!” She caressed the back of his neck. “Baby, there was that one time that you hit the ball. You’re getting better, you really are!” “Yeah, right to the pitcher. I’m an easy out every time” “You know what? I’m going to send you to be with your uncle Ivan. He played minor league baseball for 3 years. He’ll get you hitting the ball and catching it too.” Shawna said this before really giving it too much thought. Her brother Ivan’s lifestyle was mysterious to her and it caused her great worry thinking of her son there. He always talked about nudism as a teenager. She never knew if he was serious about it. Then he met his wife, Alanna, and she thought he’d settle down some. Only then they were always going to these weekend retreats all over Minnesota, Illinois and other areas in the midwest. Even after having the twins, Becca and Melanie, they don’t seem to have settled down much. Twins whom, by the way, don’t really look much like Ivan. Not to mention that twins didn’t run in their family. Were they nudists? Were they… more than nudists? Like an open marriage?

“I can really go live with uncle Ivan and aunt Alanna?” Mitch said, his mood suddenly brightening. “For how long?” “Let me talk to you father. Maybe a couple weeks. That will let your sister off the hook from watching you.” Mitch was sick of his sister, Erin, watching him. She didn’t really “watch” him. At 13, she was always on the phone, watching tv, using her iPad, just about anything but watching him. He usually told her he was going to a friend’s house, she’d nod, and then he’d leave for the day. They arrived home, Shawna happy that her little boy had cheered up on the short drive from the ball park. “Run upstairs and get ready for dinner. Go shower, you’re all dusty.” she said. Mitch grabbed his glove and bat and headed upstairs. His baseball failures forgotten, he was thinking about the idea of living with uncle Ivan and aunt Alanna. He once spent the weekend there over the winter, and walked in on them having sex. Fucking it was called. They were doing it in the den, and Ivan heard him walk in and turned his head and their eyes met. Uncle Ivan just smiled and went back to fucking Aunt Alanna, who didn’t even know he’d walked in on them. Mitch remembered Ivan’s strong muscular ass cheeks and the balls and the bottom part of his dick shaft as it drilled into his aunt. His own dick had started to get hard, which had only happened a couple times before that, but ever since then, it’s been happening every day. Mitch was still thinking about his Uncle and Aunt fucking when he got to the bathroom door, which was just a couple inches ajar. That’s odd, he thought. It’s usually either opened or closed. He paused before entering, and heard his sister Erin on the phone. He cracked open the door and could see her bare legs as she sat on the toilet. “... I know, Sherri!” (Ah, she was talking to her friend with the bigger boobs, whose nipples were always sticking out of her shirt). “No, I’m telling you, he saw me do it! We were laying in the perfect spot on the beach. He was on his stomach down closer to the water, and you and I were on our back further up. I looked down and saw him looking at us. So I pulled aside my bikini bottoms to show him my pussy, and I’m telling you, his head jerked up. He had on the sunglasses, but he definitely saw my pussy. He probably even saw the juices. I was so wet!” Who was she talking about? Who saw her? He quietly pushed the door open a couple more inches and saw thighs and bare ass on the toilet. He could just see her pussy, right below her flat tummy, not a hair on it (some of his friends already had hairs on their dicks -- so why doesn’t Erin? She’s 4 years older). She had two fingers rubbing up and down on her pussy, and her hips were slowly moving back and forth on the toilet seat. “Just thinking about it now Sherri, I’m playing with my pussy. It’s really wet again. I so want to lose my cherry. I would love for Todd to do it…” Todd! Could it be Todd Baker? He’s a senior in high school, linebacker on the football team! He’s 18 years old! Mitch’s dick had swelled watching his sister touch her pussy and listening to her talk about Todd. “I can’t believe how tight his body is and those muscles! I wonder how big his dick is?” Silence. “You did? Your dad’s? Oh my god, I love your dad, he is so sexy for an older guy! What did it look like?” Mitch pushed the door open a bit more, but this time it squeaked. He froze, but Erin heard it, and looked over. “Mitch! What the fuck!!” Mitch bolted back into his bedroom and slammed the door behind him. His dick had gone soft as he thought of the trouble he would be in. He couldn’t get the image of his sister out of his head. Her tan skin, thin thighs, and red pussy lips. He wondered what her boobs looked like. They were small, way smaller than her friend Sherri’s. He started thinking about what her nipples must look like--- Bang! Bang! Fists on his door. “Mitch, open the door! NOW!”

He unlocked it and she came in and closed it behind her. “What the fuck were you doing? What did you see?” “I didn’t see hardly anything! I was supposed to take a shower, Mom told me to.” “Hardly nothing huh?” Erin stared at him for a few seconds and no words were spoken. Then a different look came over her face. “Mitch, what do you know about girls? Have you seen a pussy? Do you even know what a pussy is?” “Gross! I don’t care what it is, just get out of my room.” She sat on his bed next to him and seemed to be considering something. “Mitch, I know dad hasn’t given you The Talk yet. So I’m going to, and now is a good time.” Mitch was a little scared about what was happening now, but his thoughts kept going back to seeing Erin on the toilet, seeing her play with her pussy. He’d never seen a pussy that close before. “Listen,” Erin continued. “We’re going to have a talk about stuff. You can NEVER tell mom or dad, or they’d kill us both! I will show you a few things, but you can’t touch me.” With that, she stood up and motioned for him to do the same. “Take off your shirt, little bro”. He paused, then realizing she was not mad or tricking him, he relaxed and took it off. “You have small nipples. Most guys do. Have you ever played with them?” He shook his head. “Let’s start with that. But just to be fair, I’m going to take off my shirt and bra. Remember, you cannot touch me, but I will probably touch you to teach you.” She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, staring at his eyes, which were staring at her chest. His dick was rock hard in his baseball pants again. Her shirt came off and the tiny training bra was all that covered her little boobs. She grabbed the bottom of it and pulled it over her head. And there they were. Mitch’s first look at real tits up close. They were small, cone shaped with nipples that covered most of the boob. They reminded him of mountains that you see in paintings with the snow that covers about half way down. Only these were much much smaller! She continued. “Now Mitch, nipples on a girl are usually very sensitive. Sometimes they are for a guy too. Let’s find out for you.” She stepped close to him and with her fingers gently rubbed over and around his nipples. Shots of electricity went from his nipples to his little dick, down to his feet and back up again. His knees got weak. She laughed. “I see they are sensitive for you too! That’s great!” She bent down and flicked her tongue on his nipples, causing a sensation in Mitch unlike any he ever thought possible. He felt butterflies in his stomach and a swirling in his dick, like he had to pee, only he knew he didn’t. Without thinking, he reached up and squeezed one of her nipples with his thumb and 2 fingers.

“Mitch! I said you cannot touch me!” He put his hands down, and she went back to swirling his nipples with her tongue. Looking down, she said, “I see from your dick that you are really enjoying this. Do you have any questions?” “Why does it feel so good? What is happening to my dick? It feels really funny and kinda hurts, but feels good at the same time!” “Everybody loves being touched,” she said. “Your body is enjoying the attention I’m giving it. Let’s continue with our education session.” Her formality made Mitch smile. He also smelled something strange in the air, but couldn’t place it. She knelt down before him and started to undo his baseball pants. Startled, he stepped back. “You’re going to see my thi-- I mean, my dick. I can’t let you see that!” “Okay,” she said and got up. “I’ll see you at dinner then.” “No wait, I guess it’s ok. Please don’t stop. I’m just a little scared.” he said. She walked over to him and put her hands on his shoulders. “Listen Mitch,” she said, all serious. “I know we fight a lot. All brothers and sisters do. But when push comes to shove, I really do love you. I’ll protect you when anybody picks on you, and I’ll take care of you if you need me to. You’re my baby brother. I’ve always thought you were adorable, since you were a little baby. I used to play with your little wee wee. That’s what we called it. Once when you were 3, and mom wasn’t looking, I licked it. Anyway, that’s another story. The point is, I’m not going to hurt you. Try to not be scared. Everybody goes through this when they first learn stuff.” “How do you know so much about all this?” he asked. “The internet! Dork. Me and Sherri have seen lots of stuff. Plus Unc---” she stopped herself. “Well, the internet is where I learned just about everything.” With that, she gave him a hug, and he felt her bare boobs against his upper chest. His dick was like steel now, and he felt dizzy. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and went back down to her knees. Picking up where she left off, she slowly inched his tight baseball pants down, first one side, then the other, back and forth. They came down to his ankles finally, and he stood there with his underwear tightly covering his hard dick. She looked up into his eyes as she hooked her fingers under the waistband and slowly pulled down. When they were lowered, his little dick sprung back up and slapped against his belly. She sat back on her heels and just stared at it. He picked up a sense of awe on her part. Had she ever seen one? What happened between her and….. Uncle Ivan? He didn’t dare break the spell of the moment by asking any questions. “This here is your dick,” she said without touching him. “Or your cock. I like the word dick. Cock is gross and reminds me of roosters. That’s stupid. I don’t know many other names for it, but I guess there are a bunch. Below your dick are your balls.” Here she paused for a long moment. It was like she was willing up the courage to continue. “I’m going to touch you now,” she said, and simultaneously slid one hand into her own skirt while grasping his tiny dick with thumb and forefinger. She started rubbing her pussy, just like she did in the bathroom. “You’re small now, but don’t worry, you’ll grow bigger when you’re older.” Mitch barely heard this, the effect of her fingers on his dick were overwhelming. His eyes rolled back into the back of his head and he started to moan loudly. “Quiet!” she said. “You don’t want Mom walking in on us!” He somehow got his vocals under control but was still breathing unsteadily and hard. His voice emitted the occasional grunt, as though he were the quietest Santa Claus in the world “ho…. uh… ho…” “Erin.” he said shakily. “What…. about…. you?” Erin didn’t appear to hear him, her eyes so focused on his little 4 inch dick. “Erin?”

Finally her head snapped up. “Oh yes,” she said. “That’s right. Fair is fair.” She reluctantly let go of his cocklet and stood up. She unzipped her skirt in the back and quickly slid it down, more quickly than he wanted her to. She was there in her little girl panties. She looked at his eyes, smiled, and pulled them down just as quickly. Mitch’s jaw dropped open as he stared at her hairless slit. Her legs were together so it looked like an artist had simply drawn a little line on her body just above where her legs met her hips, and the line continued out of sight between her legs. Something inside him wanted to beg her to spread her legs so he could see more. But he just stared, dumbfounded at this new treasure before him. She broke his reverie. “Let’s get on the bed, Mitch. Here, I want us to sit cross legs, like indian style.” “We don’t call it that anymore.” She rolled her eyes as they got into position, knees an inch apart on either side of them, facing each other. “Now here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to try and give you an orgasm. I’ve, um, never done this before, not like this anyhow, but I don’t know if you’re old enough to have one.” “Orgasm?” “Yes, it’s when you cum. Your body tightens up and it’s the best feeling in the world. You’ll see.” “Do girls have them too?” he asked. “Oh yes, we definitely do! They’re the best thing ever!”

With that she grasped his dick with 2 fingers again, and started to stroke it up and down, pulling the skin up and almost over his cock head, which was difficult as it was very tight. The reaction was immediate. Mitch’s body stiffened and felt better than he ever had before. The electricity ran through him up and down his body. He wiggled his ass and pumped his hips, causing his entire body to shift slightly toward her, and their knees touched. She stopped briefly but then continued. “Oh god,” he panted, his eyes squeezing shut. “You’re allowed to swear with me,” she said. “It usually makes it even better.” “Oh. Okay. … Fu- Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” This was new, as he tried it on for size. “Ohhh, fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckity fuck!” She grinned. “I’m not sure you even know that word means,” but he was not listening anymore. Suddenly, both his hands reached forward and grabbed her legs just above the knee. She stopped stroking him, and he quickly lifted his hands, opened his eyes, and she stroked him some more. After a second, he put his hands back on her legs and this time she didn’t stop. He was entering another world, one in which his dick was in complete control, where his entire body revolved around his dick, and the feelings there, like the planets around the sun. It felt like a volcano must feel when the lava starts to make its way to the top. His fingers alternately squeezed and relaxed, eventually causing his hands to inch their way up Erin’s slim smooth thighs. He opened his eyes to look where they were and saw her rubbing her own pussy, almost violently. He thought, how can I be so wrapped in my feelings and ignore looking at her pussy!?? So he stared at it, again his fingers reflexively tightening like a kitten as it sucks the milk from the mother cat’s teat. Slowly inching closer and closer to those flaming red pussy lips. Meanwhile, his own body was starting to feel different somehow. Something was happening.

Erin said, “Mitch, watch your hands, remember you can’t tou-- Ohhhh fuuuuuck...” He didn’t know why she stopped speaking, but looking down he saw her grab his hand and pull it onto her wet leaking pussy, her own hand covering his and holding it tightly against her mound. This drove Mitch to the stratosphere, and seemed to have the same effect on her, as he watched her entire body tense up. Her grip on his dick tightened and he somehow knew he was passing a threshold never before experienced. A gutteral groan came from Erins body and his at the same time. She found two of his fingers and shoved them into her pussy while pressing down his hand onto her mound, almost to the point of causing him pain, if he weren’t so focused on his own feelings. This was the “orgasm” she mentioned, he knew it had to be. His entire body went stiff and started to shudder as his eyes squeezed tight. Together brother and sister shook as one as his hand caused jolts to her pussy, which caused her jerking hand to jolt on his cock and the cycle continued. After what seemed like a near death experience, they both exhaled loudly and collapsed forward, each forehead hitting it’s siblings shoulder. Panting heavily, they were silent. Each had a hand on the other’s genitals still, and each subtle movement they made caused the other to experience another jolt. Finally she looked at his eyes and said, “Just as I thought. No cum.”

“Cum?” he said? “Another time, baby bro. We’ll talk about that another time. Are you hungry? Cuz mom’s calling for us.” “Starving,” he said. “Fucking starving.”

Chapter 2 coming soon...

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The American Family (1)

Chapter 1: Baseball Mitch threw his baseball glove hard into the back seat as he climbed into the car. “I hate baseball!” he said, trying to hold back tears. “Honey, you’re 9 years old. You can’t expect to play baseball and never make a mistake.” said Shawna, his mom, as she pulled out of the ball field parking lot. She had signed him up last month at his own insistence. He was so excited to be playing ball with all the other kids, but his struggles, and the way he reacted to them, were starting to worry her more and more. “Mom! I struck out twice, and when the ball was hit to me it went by me every time. I play in right field. I’m the WORST kid on the whole stupid team!” She caressed the back of his neck. “Baby, there was that one time that you hit the ball. You’re getting better, you really are!” “Yeah, right to the pitcher. I’m an easy out every time” “You know what? I’m going to send you to be with your uncle Ivan. He played minor league baseball for 3 years. He’ll get you hitting the ball and catching it too.” Shawna said this before really giving it too much thought. Her brother Ivan’s lifestyle was mysterious to her and it caused her great worry thinking of her son there. He always talked about nudism as a teenager. She never knew if he was serious about it. Then he met his wife, Alanna, and she thought he’d settle down some. Only then they were always going to these weekend retreats all over Minnesota, Illinois and other areas in the midwest. Even after having the twins, Becca and Melanie, they don’t seem to have settled down much. Twins whom, by the way, don’t really look much like Ivan. Not to mention that twins didn’t run in their family. Were they nudists? Were they… more than nudists? Like an open marriage?

“I can really go live with uncle Ivan and aunt Alanna?” Mitch said, his mood suddenly brightening. “For how long?” “Let me talk to you father. Maybe a couple weeks. That will let your sister off the hook from watching you.” Mitch was sick of his sister, Erin, watching him. She didn’t really “watch” him. At 13, she was always on the phone, watching tv, using her iPad, just about anything but watching him. He usually told her he was going to a friend’s house, she’d nod, and then he’d leave for the day. They arrived home, Shawna happy that her little boy had cheered up on the short drive from the ball park. “Run upstairs and get ready for dinner. Go shower, you’re all dusty.” she said. Mitch grabbed his glove and bat and headed upstairs. His baseball failures forgotten, he was thinking about the idea of living with uncle Ivan and aunt Alanna. He once spent the weekend there over the winter, and walked in on them having sex. Fucking it was called. They were doing it in the den, and Ivan heard him walk in and turned his head and their eyes met. Uncle Ivan just smiled and went back to fucking Aunt Alanna, who didn’t even know he’d walked in on them. Mitch remembered Ivan’s strong muscular ass cheeks and the balls and the bottom part of his dick shaft as it drilled into his aunt. His own dick had started to get hard, which had only happened a couple times before that, but ever since then, it’s been happening every day. Mitch was still thinking about his Uncle and Aunt fucking when he got to the bathroom door, which was just a couple inches ajar. That’s odd, he thought. It’s usually either opened or closed. He paused before entering, and heard his sister Erin on the phone. He cracked open the door and could see her bare legs as she sat on the toilet. “… I know, Sherri!” (Ah, she was talking to her friend with the bigger boobs, whose nipples were always sticking out of her shirt). “No, I’m telling you, he saw me do it! We were laying in the perfect spot on the beach. He was on his stomach down closer to the water, and you and I were on our back further up. I looked down and saw him looking at us. So I pulled aside my bikini bottoms to show him my pussy, and I’m telling you, his head jerked up. He had on the sunglasses, but he definitely saw my pussy. He probably even saw the juices. I was so wet!” Who was she talking about? Who saw her? He quietly pushed the door open a couple more inches and saw thighs and bare ass on the toilet. He could just see her pussy, right below her flat tummy, not a hair on it (some of his friends already had hairs on their dicks – so why doesn’t Erin? She’s 4 years older). She had two fingers rubbing up and down on her pussy, and her hips were slowly moving back and forth on the toilet seat. “Just thinking about it now Sherri, I’m playing with my pussy. It’s really wet again. I so want to lose my cherry. I would love for Todd to do it…” Todd! Could it be Todd Baker? He’s a senior in high school, linebacker on the football team! He’s 18 years old! Mitch’s dick had swelled watching his sister touch her pussy and listening to her talk about Todd. “I can’t believe how tight his body is and those muscles! I wonder how big his dick is?” Silence. “You did? Your dad’s? Oh my god, I love your dad, he is so sexy for an older guy! What did it look like?” Mitch pushed the door open a bit more, but this time it squeaked. He froze, but Erin heard it, and looked over. “Mitch! What the fuck!!” Mitch bolted back into his bedroom and slammed the door behind him. His dick had gone soft as he thought of the trouble he would be in. He couldn’t get the image of his sister out of his head. Her tan skin, thin thighs, and red pussy lips. He wondered what her boobs looked like. They were small, way smaller than her friend Sherri’s. He started thinking about what her nipples must look like— Bang! Bang! Fists on his door. “Mitch, open the door! NOW!”

He unlocked it and she came in and closed it behind her. “What the fuck were you doing? What did you see?” “I didn’t see hardly anything! I was supposed to take a shower, Mom told me to.” “Hardly nothing huh?” Erin stared at him for a few seconds and no words were spoken. Then a different look came over her face. “Mitch, what do you know about girls? Have you seen a pussy? Do you even know what a pussy is?” “Gross! I don’t care what it is, just get out of my room.” She sat on his bed next to him and seemed to be considering something. “Mitch, I know dad hasn’t given you The Talk yet. So I’m going to, and now is a good time.” Mitch was a little scared about what was happening now, but his thoughts kept going back to seeing Erin on the toilet, seeing her play with her pussy. He’d never seen a pussy that close before. “Listen,” Erin continued. “We’re going to have a talk about stuff. You can NEVER tell mom or dad, or they’d kill us both! I will show you a few things, but you can’t touch me.” With that, she stood up and motioned for him to do the same. “Take off your shirt, little bro”. He paused, then realizing she was not mad or tricking him, he relaxed and took it off. “You have small nipples. Most guys do. Have you ever played with them?” He shook his head. “Let’s start with that. But just to be fair, I’m going to take off my shirt and bra. Remember, you cannot touch me, but I will probably touch you to teach you.” She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, staring at his eyes, which were staring at her chest. His dick was rock hard in his baseball pants again. Her shirt came off and the tiny training bra was all that covered her little boobs. She grabbed the bottom of it and pulled it over her head. And there they were. Mitch’s first look at real tits up close. They were small, cone shaped with nipples that covered most of the boob. They reminded him of mountains that you see in paintings with the snow that covers about half way down. Only these were much much smaller! She continued. “Now Mitch, nipples on a girl are usually very sensitive. Sometimes they are for a guy too. Let’s find out for you.” She stepped close to him and with her fingers gently rubbed over and around his nipples. Shots of electricity went from his nipples to his little dick, down to his feet and back up again. His knees got weak. She laughed. “I see they are sensitive for you too! That’s great!” She bent down and flicked her tongue on his nipples, causing a sensation in Mitch unlike any he ever thought possible. He felt butterflies in his stomach and a swirling in his dick, like he had to pee, only he knew he didn’t. Without thinking, he reached up and squeezed one of her nipples with his thumb and 2 fingers.

“Mitch! I said you cannot touch me!” He put his hands down, and she went back to swirling his nipples with her tongue. Looking down, she said, “I see from your dick that you are really enjoying this. Do you have any questions?” “Why does it feel so good? What is happening to my dick? It feels really funny and kinda hurts, but feels good at the same time!” “Everybody loves being touched,” she said. “Your body is enjoying the attention I’m giving it. Let’s continue with our education session.” Her formality made Mitch smile. He also smelled something strange in the air, but couldn’t place it. She knelt down before him and started to undo his baseball pants. Startled, he stepped back. “You’re going to see my thi– I mean, my dick. I can’t let you see that!” “Okay,” she said and got up. “I’ll see you at dinner then.” “No wait, I guess it’s ok. Please don’t stop. I’m just a little scared.” he said. She walked over to him and put her hands on his shoulders. “Listen Mitch,” she said, all serious. “I know we fight a lot. All brothers and sisters do. But when push comes to shove, I really do love you. I’ll protect you when anybody picks on you, and I’ll take care of you if you need me to. You’re my baby brother. I’ve always thought you were adorable, since you were a little baby. I used to play with your little wee wee. That’s what we called it. Once when you were 3, and mom wasn’t looking, I licked it. Anyway, that’s another story. The point is, I’m not going to hurt you. Try to not be scared. Everybody goes through this when they first learn stuff.” “How do you know so much about all this?” he asked. “The internet! Dork. Me and Sherri have seen lots of stuff. Plus Unc—” she stopped herself. “Well, the internet is where I learned just about everything.” With that, she gave him a hug, and he felt her bare boobs against his upper chest. His dick was like steel now, and he felt dizzy. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and went back down to her knees. Picking up where she left off, she slowly inched his tight baseball pants down, first one side, then the other, back and forth. They came down to his ankles finally, and he stood there with his underwear tightly covering his hard dick. She looked up into his eyes as she hooked her fingers under the waistband and slowly pulled down. When they were lowered, his little dick sprung back up and slapped against his belly. She sat back on her heels and just stared at it. He picked up a sense of awe on her part. Had she ever seen one? What happened between her and….. Uncle Ivan? He didn’t dare break the spell of the moment by asking any questions. “This here is your dick,” she said without touching him. “Or your cock. I like the word dick. Cock is gross and reminds me of roosters. That’s stupid. I don’t know many other names for it, but I guess there are a bunch. Below your dick are your balls.” Here she paused for a long moment. It was like she was willing up the courage to continue. “I’m going to touch you now,” she said, and simultaneously slid one hand into her own skirt while grasping his tiny dick with thumb and forefinger. She started rubbing her pussy, just like she did in the bathroom. “You’re small now, but don’t worry, you’ll grow bigger when you’re older.” Mitch barely heard this, the effect of her fingers on his dick were overwhelming. His eyes rolled back into the back of his head and he started to moan loudly. “Quiet!” she said. “You don’t want Mom walking in on us!” He somehow got his vocals under control but was still breathing unsteadily and hard. His voice emitted the occasional grunt, as though he were the quietest Santa Claus in the world “ho…. uh… ho…” “Erin.” he said shakily. “What…. about…. you?” Erin didn’t appear to hear him, her eyes so focused on his little 4 inch dick. “Erin?”

Finally her head snapped up. “Oh yes,” she said. “That’s right. Fair is fair.” She reluctantly let go of his cocklet and stood up. She unzipped her skirt in the back and quickly slid it down, more quickly than he wanted her to. She was there in her little girl panties. She looked at his eyes, smiled, and pulled them down just as quickly. Mitch’s jaw dropped open as he stared at her hairless slit. Her legs were together so it looked like an artist had simply drawn a little line on her body just above where her legs met her hips, and the line continued out of sight between her legs. Something inside him wanted to beg her to spread her legs so he could see more. But he just stared, dumbfounded at this new treasure before him. She broke his reverie. “Let’s get on the bed, Mitch. Here, I want us to sit cross legs, like indian style.” “We don’t call it that anymore.” She rolled her eyes as they got into position, knees an inch apart on either side of them, facing each other. “Now here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to try and give you an orgasm. I’ve, um, never done this before, not like this anyhow, but I don’t know if you’re old enough to have one.” “Orgasm?” “Yes, it’s when you cum. Your body tightens up and it’s the best feeling in the world. You’ll see.” “Do girls have them too?” he asked. “Oh yes, we definitely do! They’re the best thing ever!”

With that she grasped his dick with 2 fingers again, and started to stroke it up and down, pulling the skin up and almost over his cock head, which was difficult as it was very tight. The reaction was immediate. Mitch’s body stiffened and felt better than he ever had before. The electricity ran through him up and down his body. He wiggled his ass and pumped his hips, causing his entire body to shift slightly toward her, and their knees touched. She stopped briefly but then continued. “Oh god,” he panted, his eyes squeezing shut. “You’re allowed to swear with me,” she said. “It usually makes it even better.” “Oh. Okay. … Fu- Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” This was new, as he tried it on for size. “Ohhh, fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckity fuck!” She grinned. “I’m not sure you even know that word means,” but he was not listening anymore. Suddenly, both his hands reached forward and grabbed her legs just above the knee. She stopped stroking him, and he quickly lifted his hands, opened his eyes, and she stroked him some more. After a second, he put his hands back on her legs and this time she didn’t stop. He was entering another world, one in which his dick was in complete control, where his entire body revolved around his dick, and the feelings there, like the planets around the sun. It felt like a volcano must feel when the lava starts to make its way to the top. His fingers alternately squeezed and relaxed, eventually causing his hands to inch their way up Erin’s slim smooth thighs. He opened his eyes to look where they were and saw her rubbing her own pussy, almost violently. He thought, how can I be so wrapped in my feelings and ignore looking at her pussy!?? So he stared at it, again his fingers reflexively tightening like a kitten as it sucks the milk from the mother cat’s teat. Slowly inching closer and closer to those flaming red pussy lips. Meanwhile, his own body was starting to feel different somehow. Something was happening.

Erin said, “Mitch, watch your hands, remember you can’t tou– Ohhhh fuuuuuck…” He didn’t know why she stopped speaking, but looking down he saw her grab his hand and pull it onto her wet leaking pussy, her own hand covering his and holding it tightly against her mound. This drove Mitch to the stratosphere, and seemed to have the same effect on her, as he watched her entire body tense up. Her grip on his dick tightened and he somehow knew he was passing a threshold never before experienced. A gutteral groan came from Erins body and his at the same time. She found two of his fingers and shoved them into her pussy while pressing down his hand onto her mound, almost to the point of causing him pain, if he weren’t so focused on his own feelings. This was the “orgasm” she mentioned, he knew it had to be. His entire body went stiff and started to shudder as his eyes squeezed tight. Together brother and sister shook as one as his hand caused jolts to her pussy, which caused her jerking hand to jolt on his cock and the cycle continued. After what seemed like a near death experience, they both exhaled loudly and collapsed forward, each forehead hitting it’s siblings shoulder. Panting heavily, they were silent. Each had a hand on the other’s genitals still, and each subtle movement they made caused the other to experience another jolt. Finally she looked at his eyes and said, “Just as I thought. No cum.”

“Cum?” he said? “Another time, baby bro. We’ll talk about that another time. Are you hungry? Cuz mom’s calling for us.” “Starving,” he said. “Fucking starving.”