#jessie gave me so much fucking trouble you have no idea

[kariachi]

Realized I didn’t have an official list of daemons for the Plumber Brat parents, so may as well fix that. And add some grandparents where they’re still around and in the area, for reasons. And siblings in Alan’s case, again for reasons. In it’s own post because these fuckers are barely canon where they are at all.

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Mendevin- Jubilation (unnamed sea serpent of Osmosian origin) [they/them] Eva Jones- Rufus (Snowcap Hummingbird) [he/him]

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Marcela Wheels- Toni (Great Grey Owl) [he/his]

X10A Wheels- Adomi (unnamed ungulate of Kinet origin) [he/his] Tristan Wheels- April (Black Francolin) [she/her] Maria Wheels- Xavier (Malnad Gidda) [he/his] Kyxan Wheels- Thaia (unnamed predatory avian of Erinaen origin) [they/them]

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Ramona Armstrong- Seve (Broad-Snouted Caiman) [he/his]

Armando Armstrong- Rosalva (Lesser Roadrunner) [she/her] Oumbia Armstrong- Margiav (unnamed small mammal of Khoron origin) [he/his]

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Mercedes Validus- Pánfilo (Yellow-Headed Caracara) [he/his] Victor Validus- Miela (Tarantula Hawk) [she/her]

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Selan Albright- Lassi (unnamed chiton of Pyros origin) [she/her] Lamar Ellis- Ola (Bean Weevil) [she/her] Felicia Ellis- Chrys (Poodle) [he/his]

Jessica Albright- Silver (Klipspringer) [he/his] Kayzisk Albright- Nial (unnamed reptile of Pyros origin) [she/her]

Christopher Albright- Duchess (unsettled- settles as Barking Gecko) [she/her] Jason Albright- Prince (unsettled- settles as Bat Hawk) [he/his] Sarah Albright- Queen (unsettled- settles as Cockatrice) [she/her]

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Fiby- Jie (unnamed avian of Anodine origin) [they/them] Gabriel Morningstar- Serafina (Cape Fox) [she/her]

[jewish-space-laser]

Could Be Lethal - Epilogue

“I'm scared to death that she might be it, That the love is real, that the shoe might fit, She might just be my everything and beyond...”

-Beyond, Leon Bridges

Hello friends! I’m honestly a little choked up posting this. CBL has meant so much to me over this past year, and all I can think about right now is how appreciative for every single person who has supported me, whether you sent me messages, reblogged with nice tags, or gave it any kind of love. None of it went unnoticed, I promise. Special shout out to @for-fucks-sake-h @oh-honey-styles @andwhenshesays @real-work-of-art @haute-romance-quotidienne for hyping me up and proofreading and just being all-around incredible. Okay, this got kind of long, so I’ll end it here, but as always please tell me what you think. I love chatting with you all <3 xoxox Tile (3.3k, she’s a short one!)

You and Harry were friends, with a capital ‘F’. Yeah, you’ve been sleeping in his bed for the past two months, and maybe your entire nervous system goes into hyperdrive when you’re in the same room, but that’s normal, right?

or

The one where you and Harry have an arrangement… of the cuddling sort.

Catch up here!

You were so, so late. 

It was half an hour past the time your friends were set to meet at Slim’s, and you hadn’t even left your flat yet. Meredith had texted you twice asking where you were, but you ignored her. 

You and Harry had decided to keep your relationship on the down-low, just for a little while. It wasn’t that you wanted to keep secrets from your friends, you just wanted a little bit of time to adjust to your new normal before having questions fired at you left and right. They were a curious bunch, after all. 

 “Shit,” you heard Harry mutter from your bedroom. You lowered your mascara wand to peek through the doorway, seeing him frowning at his phone. His jeans were unbuttoned, shirt nowhere to be found, and he only had one sock on. “Nick is calling me.”

 “Well, don’t answer!” You laughed. Leaning back towards the bathroom mirror, you continued trying to rush through your makeup. 

 You absolutely hated rushing, but you hadn’t been able to deny Harry’s suggestion that he should join you in the shower. It had been less than a week since you made things official, but you already knew you were in a world of trouble. You’d never be able to say no to him. 

 “I think I have to answer,” he sighed, “this is the third time he’s called me, I’m pretty sure he’s getting worried.”

 “Okay,” you snorted, “but don’t tell him you’re here.”

 “I’ll make something up,” he assured you. 

 Giggles bubbled up in your throat as you listened to him tell Nick that he’d accidentally taken an extra long nap, and that he’d be on his way shortly. He didn’t sound all that convincing, but it would have to do. 

 You hadn’t heard him get off the phone, so you jumped a bit when you felt his arms wrap around your waist from behind. You set down the makeup brush you had been using, catching his eye in the mirror. He smiled softly, pressing a little kiss to your shoulder. 

 “You look really nice,” he told you. At first, it seemed innocent, but then he pressed another kiss to your shoulder, and another to your neck. ��Like, really nice.”

 You couldn’t help the sigh that blew out of your lips as your head lolled to the side. He was entirely too charming, but you were already late. 

 “We need to finish getting ready,” you managed to breathe. It was always harder to string sentences together when his lips were on you. “You’re not even dressed.”

 He only hummed, closing his eyes as he moved his lips up to your jaw. His hands had moved lower, sliding over your hips and down to the tops of your thighs. You felt like you were on fire. 

 “Harry, please, we need to....” you gulped when his left hand slide just under the hem of your skirt, “we need to go.”

 “Do we?” He teased. “I was thinking maybe we could just… stay here….”

 Temptation crept up your spine, but you pushed it down. The two of you had been stuck together like magnets for the past five days, you should be able to get through one night without being all over each other. 

 “You already, um,” you gulped, feeling Harry’s lips turn up against your skin, “you told Nick you were on your way.”

 He pulled back with a sigh, letting the hand under your skirt fall to his side. You watched in the mirror as he rolled his eyes, resting his chin on your shoulder as you finished up with your makeup. 

 “I don’t know why you’re so stressed about this,” Harry mused, following you as you broke away from him to throw the tube of lipstick into your purse, “it’s just our friends. We see them all the time.”

 He was right, of course, but part of you really needed this night to go well, without a single hiccup. Because of you and your inability to express emotions, your entire friend group had suffered. Things were weird when you and Harry had stopped talking, and it was undoubtedly felt by the lot of them. You just wanted the dynamic to feel easy again.

 “I guess you’re not wrong,” you admitted, “I just hate lying to them. I’m so bad at it.”

 “You are,” he snickered, pulling you into his chest, “it was your idea, though. I personally don’t care if they know.”

 You groaned, twisting out of his arms once again to slip your shoes on. Harry followed suit, kneeling down to lace up his vans. The way he was gazing up at you made you squirm a bit, the concern and admiration he felt for you more apparent than usual. 

 “Babe…” he sighed out, rising to his feet, “you make things so hard for yourself, I swear. You’re always thinking about things that could go wrong. What about the things that have already gone right?”

 You sucked your lips into your mouth, not entirely sure how to respond. Maybe you were a pessimist, maybe it was your anxiety, or maybe it was just the way your brain was wired, but you’d always had a tendency to think of the worst possible scenario. Harry had a point though; there was a fine line between self preservation and self sabotage. Perhaps the world wouldn’t end if you gave your anxious brain a breather and allowed yourself to relax. 

 Getting together with Harry had been hell, but all of the obstacles you’d created were just in your head. Pulling excuses out of thin air was truly your specialty, anything to keep yourself from taking risks, but eventually it had been exhausting holding yourself back from the things you wanted. You didn’t want your anxiety to ruin your happiness anymore. 

 So you took a deep breath, and then you shifted your focus. Sure, it was going to be uncomfortable fielding questions from your rowdy group of friends, but Harry would be sitting right next to you. And he would stay next to you. And he was in front of you, right now, just inches away, loving you. Suddenly, your concerns regarding your friends weren’t worth dwelling on. 

 “That’s true,” you rolled your shoulders, letting go of some tension, “lots of things are going right.”

 “Like what?” He smirked, swiping his car keys off the little table in your foyer.

 “Let’s see,” you said playfully, pretending to be deep in thought as you locked up your flat, “I’ve got a decent job.”

 “That you do,” he agreed, “and?”

 “I quite like my neighborhood,” you remarked, tilting your head, “my flat is small but I’m proud of it.”

 “Okay,” his grin widened, “anything else?”

 He was fishing for compliments, but you refused to give in. He faked offense when you just rolled your eyes, and bumped his hip into yours before tangling his fingers with yours. You walked in hand-in-hand until you reached his car.

 “I’m lucky to have you,” you said quietly as he buckled his seatbelt. He paused, lips pulled up into a sweet smile.

 “Yeah?”

 “Yeah,” you nodded, meeting him halfway as you shared a short kiss, “having you in my life is very, very right.”

 He kissed you quickly once more before settling into his seat, fiddling with the rearview mirror until he was satisfied. He’d let you borrow his car the other day, and made a huge fuss about the way you readjusted his seat. You loved him anyway.

 In fact, you loved him so much, you weren’t sure you were going to be able to hide it. Maybe Harry was right… you were just creating barriers for yourself. How nice would it be if you could slide into the regular booth at Slim’s, next to Harry, and hold his hand? When you were trying to be secretive about your sleepovers, you’d barely even interacted in front of other people, too paranoid that you’d give yourselves away immediately.

 It was a scary thing to be thinking about, especially as you were on your on way there already, so you twisted a knob on Harry’s dash to change the radio station. After a few moments of searching for a song to distract you, you gave up and turned the entire thing off. 

 “Maybe we should just tell them,” you blurted, biting your lip nervously.

 Harry’s eyebrows shot up, and he glanced at you for just a moment before returning his focus to the road. “We can do whatever you want, babe.”

 “What do you want?” You asked.

 He opened and closed his mouth a few times. “Well, I mean… I get wanting to keep this to ourselves because it’s so… new, you know?” He looked over at you once he was stopped at a red light, a sheepish smile painted over his cheeks. “But at the same time… I’m excited. Like, really excited, and I want to tell my friends. They’ll be excited for us, I know it.”

 Them being excited was what you were afraid of, in a way. You knew your friends well, so you knew that Meredith would ask too many questions, Thomas would say something inappropriate, Grimmy would accidentally talk about it on air, and Jessie would probably just silently sit in the corner. The image you’d created in your head was chaotic and overwhelming. 

 But maybe it wouldn’t be like that. Maybe it was worth finding out. 

 “You’re overthinking, I can tell,” Harry frowned, “listen, like I said, we’ll do whatever you want. Tonight is meant to be fun.”

 “No,” you shook your head, “let’s tell them.”

 “Really? That’s what you want?”

 “Yes.” 

 And you meant it. As terrifying as it would be, keeping more secrets from your friends wasn’t the answer. Plus, they would likely ask a bunch of intrusive questions, anyway. Meredith was nosy long before you ever spent a single night in Harry’s bed. 

Not to mention that Harry was excited, about you. It warmed your heart in a way you’d never felt before, like you were floating and sinking at the same time. He was proud to be able to call you his, and you understood because you felt the same way. If giving them the news about your relationship would make him happy, then it was a no-brainer. His happiness would always win over your fear.

 Your own happiness, too.

Harry ended up being right, of course. The moment the two of you walked through the door together, hands interlocked, the group was ecstatic. 

 “Holy shit!” Nick had shouted, loud enough that people at other tables were looking over. “Fucking finally!”

 Meredith had let out the most grating, nails-on-a-chalkboard squeal, but you’d barely had time to grimace before she was throwing her arms around you. Just like you’d predicted, it was loud, over the top, and even a bit embarrassing… but it was also a celebration. Even though they made a scene, it wasn’t awkward, or overwhelming. They just wanted to support you. 

 And being the center of attention wasn’t as difficult when you had a partner. Harry was more than willing to take the lead on answering questions, allowing you to sit back and just process everything. 

 “Next round is on me,” Jessie announced. Harry had just finished explaining to Thomas that the cuddling had been going on for months. Nick and Meredith hadn’t looked shocked, and Jessie had just looked amused.

 “Cheers, friend,” you smiled, “need help carrying?”

 They nodded at you, so you slid out of your seat, giving Harry’s arm a soft squeeze before making your way to the bar. Jessie caught the attention of the bartender right away, listing off the drink orders that everyone had become familiar with. 

 “How are you doing?” You asked them, leaning your back against the wooden bar. 

 “Me?” They scoffed, mirroring your position. “I should be asking how you are. Last time I saw you, you were a total mess. Well, figuratively. Your apartment was ridiculous, I can literally still smell Clorox.”

 You laughed, shaking your head. “Sorry you had to witness my panic induced cleaning. That talk we had ended up being really helpful.”

 “Good. It sounds like things are going well, then,” they said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “I’m really happy for you.”

 “Thanks,” you rested your head on their shoulder, “I am sorry though, for making things weird for everyone.”

 “Whatever,” Jessie waved a hand through the air, “it’s over now. We just didn’t like seeing the both of you in so much pain, especially when it wasn’t really our place to do anything about it.”

 Just then, the bartender tapped your shoulders, pointing to the six drinks lined up on the counter. You grabbed four while Jessie grabbed two, and together you headed back to the table.

 “Oh good, you’re back,” Meredith said, plucking her drink from your hand, “Harry was just telling us about the time he got blackout drunk at some pub in Hackney, weren’t you Harry?”

 “No,” he said drily, “I wasn’t.”

 You passed him his water, which he promptly took a large gulp of. The woes of being a designated driver.

 This went on for a while longer, and eventually your friends stopped grilling you, satisfied with the information they’d pried out of you. Now, it just felt like a normal night, where everybody chatted and gossipped and caught up. So familiar, that you weren’t even phased when a text from Harry popped up on your lock screen. 

 From: Harry Styles 9:56PM

Are we sleeping at mine tonight?

 “Yeah,” you giggled, locking your phone and glancing up at Harry. He was already looking at you with bright eyes and a gentle smile. 

 He leaned down and quickly pressed his lips to your forehead. “Perfect.”

 Just weeks ago, you were secretly texting under the table and making up excuses to leave at the same time, a stark contrast to tonight, where you both hugged your friends goodbye and left together, hand-in-hand and drama free. It was refreshing to be able to fully relax together, no longer tethered to the weight that comes with keeping a secret. Harry seemed especially carefree tonight, running his hands up and down your sides as he walked behind you, only letting go once you reached his car.

 “I had fun tonight,” he remarked, twisting to look over his shoulder as he reversed from the parking spot. His arm was stretched out behind your headrest, and you had to resist the urge to lean into him.

 “Me too,” you hummed, crossing your legs, “it was nice being able to sit next to you for a change.”

 “I agree,” he nodded, looking straight ahead out the windshield, “although that skirt has been driving me crazy all evening. In this case it might have been easier having you all the way across the table from me.”

 You only giggled, rolling down the car window. You needed some cool air on your skin, which was suddenly feeling flushed all over at the thought of Harry checking you out.

 “I’m not kidding,” his lips were in a straight line, but you knew him well enough to recognize the twinkle in his eye, “that thing is coming off the moment we get home.”

 You soon found out that he was quite serious, pinning you against the door the moment it closed behind you. He pressed the front of his body fully against yours, not a single inch of space between your chests as he dipped down to slot your lips together. 

 You gasped for air when he pulled back, throwing your head back against the door as he slowly dragged his palms down your body, stopping to squeeze the flesh of your hips and finally resting on the curve of your ass.

 “How do you do it?” Harry wondered out loud, bunching the fabric of your skirt in his fists as he pulled it upwards. “It’s like you don’t even try.”

 “Do what?” You breathed, lifting up a leg and looping it around his hip.

 He let out an appreciative grunt, grinding his hips into the flimsy lace of your underwear.

 “Like… you just make me want you so much,” he wheezed, arching back slightly as you fiddled with the fly on his jeans, “you’re not even trying to be sexy, like tonight, just fucking sitting and chatting shit with our mates, I wanted to- oh, fuck me!”

 He let out a shaky breath when you reached inside his boxers, rubbing along his length until you could grasp your fingers around him and tug him free from his boxers. After just a few slow pumps, he was swatting your hands away, pulling the crotch of your panties to the side and pushing into you with a slow buck of his hips. He pushed slowly, in and out, until he was as deep as he could be, and you revelled in the feeling of his hipbones pressed against your pelvis.

 “Good?” He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck.

 “Mhm,” you managed, sliding a hand up his back under his shirt.

 It wasn’t long before he rendered you a moaning mess, one hand gripping your leg under the knee and the other looped behind the small of your back. He was hitting the deepest, most perfect spots inside of you, and even though the doorknob was digging into your ass, and you still hadn’t taken off your heels, you wouldn’t change a thing.

 He was so good at finding creative ways to fuck you, whether it was a spontanious quickie over the desk in his office, or the slow, sultry sex you’d had in his home studio. It was fun, and exciting, and unique, and you couldn’t get enough.

 His thrusts became faster and harder the moment you reached your hand down to play with your clit. He was watching your fingers like a hawk, not blinking as he watched you pleasure yourself while he fucked into you. Soon enough, your thighs were shaking, cries escaping your mouth as your orgasm thundered through your veins, sending tingles to the tips of your toes and  a warmth throughout your belly.

 Harry followed suit soon after, driving his cock into you once more before spilling inside of you. Neither of you moved, simply standing against the door.

 “You didn’t even take my skirt off,” you eventually broke the silence, dropping your leg. Your hip was definitely going to be sore in the morning. 

 “Would you like me to remove it?” He snickered, digging his fingers into your sides. “I’d be happy to rid you of it, right here, right now.”

 As you and your boyfriend chased each other around the house, teasingly undressing each other as you went, you didn’t spare a single thought on your worries, anxieties, or fears. No, they weren’t even on the radar. 

 Instead, all you could focus on was how unbelievably happy you were right now. 

 You felt high, but this time you weren’t afraid of falling because Harry would be there to catch you. There could be pits of lava, fields of thorns, pointy rocks, rivers full of piranhas… and you’d still take the blind leap if it meant being in his arms. In a way, you’d already been through hell to get here, plagued by your own mind, the most torturous kind of self sabotage. 

 It didn’t matter what the future held. Hypotheticals were no longer important; what mattered was what you had right now, right in front of you. 

 And that was enough.

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Thank you for reading! I’m so sad that their story has come to an end, but it’s not over! We’ll definitely be seeing more of them. I love you all xoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxox Tile

[zmayadw]

Evening to all :)

All right, so I finaly did it, the last chapter of my original story is finaly done :) It took me a while, what with the episode 8 being released at that time, and with some other stuff I wrote in the between then and now, but it is done. Well, one more part is left, basicly like an epilogue, wich will be posted in a couple of days, too, but the story itself ends with this one.

Anyway, enjoy, and I wish you all a nice evening :)

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 26

Jakes POV

„How is she?“ I asked Jessy as I entered the room. She got her head up from the book she was reading to look at me. „Still the same.“ She said. I sighed, walking to her bed. I took her hand, placing a soft kiss on her wrist. „The doctor was here earlier.“ Jessy informed me. „He said she is doing fine, that there's not any medical reason to be worried about.“ I just stared at her sleeping face. „Then why won't she wake up, Jessy?“ I asked her desperatly. „She will, Jake.“ she said to me, and I turned arround facing her. She smiled at me „When she's ready.“ Four days passed since they operated on her, and I was worried. Maybe Jessy was right, but her words didn't bring me any peace. She collected her stuff, and came to me. „Call me if you need anything. And if there's any change.“ She said hugging me. „Thanks, I will.“ I said, Jessy smiling once more at me before leaving. With Jessy gone, I moved myself lying next to her, leaning my forehead on the side of her head. „Please, Maya, you have to wake up.“ I whispered to her ear „ I can't do this alone, I need you with me.“

I felt a hand on my shoulder and flinched, turning my head. That nice nurse from before was smiling at me „Sorry, dear, didn't mean to fright you.“ I must have dozed off. „It's fine“ I said. „Is something wrong?“ I asked alarmed, and she smiled again „No, dear. I just need to change some things, so I have to ask you to leave for a while.“ I turned my head back to Maya, she looked so peaceful. „Dont worry, dear“ the nurse said „I'll take good care of her, just like I did before.“ I turned my look back to her. She smiled so heartedly at me, I got a feeling she had a special liking for Maya. And she did stick up for me when they brought Maya in here, and I refused to leave her and was almost dragged out by security. So I felt at peace to leave Maya with her. „Ofcourse, I'll let you do your thing.“ I said, getting up from the bed. I got to the doors when I turned back to her. „I'm sorry, but I don't know your name.“ I said and the nurse looked at me „It's Doris. Why do you ask, dear?“ „So I can properly thank you.“ I said. „So, thank you, Doris, for everything.“ She smiled wide at me „Oh, dear, you're sweet, and I knew I was right about you, but no need to thank me, really.“ She said and winked at me. I smiled back at her a bit confused before leaving the room.

I went outside, getting coffee and just sat at the bench in front of the hospital. I hated being here again. And seeing her back at that bed once more made me angry. And scared. More scared than the last time. All this uncertainty was driving me insane. If everything is fine like the doctor said, why isn't she awake yet? I was deep into my thoughts, that it took me a while to notice my phone was ringing. „Hey, Hannah.“ I answered the call. „Hi, Jake. How is she? Any change?“ she asked. I sighed „Nothing yet.“ „I'm sure everything will be fine soon, she's a fighter.“ She said reasuringly to me. „I hope so.“ I said. „I don't need to ask how you are“ she said „I can hear it in your voice. Did you eat anything today?“ I could hear the worry in her voice for me, and I could have easily lied, but she would know. „Not yet, I will later.“ „Jake, you can't do that to yourself.“ She said „And I won't let you. I'll be there in 10, and I'm taking you for lunch.“ „Hannah, that's nice of you, but rea...“ she didnt let me finish. „Stop it, I don't want to hear it!“ She almost yelled at me, and it made me smile. She really was worried for me, just like a sister would be. I was still geting used to that, of being someones brother. „All right, Hannah, I'll be waiting for you outside.“ „Good.“ She said „And besides, there is something I want to talk to you about anyway. Allrighty, see you in a while.“ „See you, Hannah.“ I said ending the call. I got up from the bench, taking the last sip of my coffe, heading out from the hospital area to meet with her.

The lunch with Hannah passed mostly with her talking and me thoughtfully nodding and saying a few words. She tried hard to lift my spirit up at least a little, and I was grateful to her, but only one thing could pull me back to normal now. „Just think about my proposal. I know you're worried about Maya, we all are, but just think about it, ok?“ Hannah said to me as she drove me back to the hospital. „Yeah, I will.“ I said back to her. She hugged me tight „Hang in there, and call if you need anything.“ „Thanks, Hannah.“ I said hugging her back before leaving the car. Walking back inside the hospital, I did think about Hannahs proposal. She was moving in with Thomas, and she wanted to leave her apartment to me. Wich wasn't a bad idea, actually. I liked the apartment, and besides, when Maya gets out of hospital, she would be more comfortable there than at the motel. And that one room has a nice big window, she would love all that natural light for her drawing. I chuckled to myself at my thoughts. Not im my wildest dreams was I expecting to be thinking of something like this, ever. But she changed me so much, she gave me hope again. She made it so that I felt like I finaly found my quiet place in all this chaos. She was the missing link I was looking for all this time. She became my everything. I entered her room with a smile for the first time after days. And I froze. Her bed was empty. It felt like my heart actually stopped beating for a moment, panic hitting at me like a truck. What happened? I was gone for a few hours, she was fine, what the fuck happened?! „Jake?“ I swallowed hard, turning my head to the sound of my name being called. My eyes swelled with tears, as hers locked with mine. In a few quick steps I came to her, carefully embracing her in a hug, burying my face to her neck. „Don't you ever scare me like this again.“ I said, unsuccessfully hiding my sobs. „I don't think my heart could take it.“ She released me from a hug, her eyes also full of tears. She rested her palm on my cheek, and I closed my eyes taking a deep breath, relieved to feel her touch again. „I knew you wouldn't leave me, that you'd come back to me.“ I said opening my eyes. She smiled at me, her voice raspy „I could never leave you. Nothing can keep me away from you.“ She kissed me then, the kiss salty from out tears. Doris sighed next to us „Oh, the young love..what a beautiful thing it is.“

Doris and me helped her back to bed and she tapped with her hand beside her for me to join. I got next to her and she rested her head on my chest. „How you feeling, angle?“ I asked her. „Tired“ she said „And in pain.“ „Don't worry, hun“ Doris said „I gave you some 'good stuff' now, it will help.“ „Thanks, Doris.“ She said with a weak smile, Doris winking at her before leaving the room. She stirred a bit, making herselff more comfortable „You won't leave, right?“ she said to me sleepily, the meds Doris gave her starting to work. „Ofcourse not“ I said, kissing the top of her head „You just rest, angel, I'll be right here when you wake up.“ She smiled and fell asleep instantly. I just stared through the window, the feeling of her steady breathing relaxing me. I felt my eyes getting heavier, and before I knew it, I too fell asleep.

Mayas POV

It was early in the morning when I woke up. I felt a bit better, but was still in a lot of pain. Jake was still sleeping. And even asleep, he looked tired, the rings under his eyes showing again. Doris entered the room, smiling at me. „Good morning, hun.“ She wispered to me as she came next to the bed checking on my IV. „'Morning.“ I said smiling back at her. She glanced at Jake „I was right about him after all.“ She said and winked at me. I chuckled silently „You sure wer, Doris.“ „Well, rest some more, hun. I'll be back shortly with your breakfast.“ She said, smiling at me again leaving the room. „What was that about?“ I turned my head, Jake looking at me sleepily.“It's not nice to eavesdrop.“ I grinned at him. „It was kinda hard not to.“ He said raising his eyebrow at me. I laughed „All right, you got a point there.“ He smiled at me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. „It's good to see you laughing again.“ He got serious then „I'm sorry, angel.“ „What for?“ I asked. „For not being there with you.“ he said and sighed „I shouldn't have left you alone. I've let you down again.“ „Hey, that's not true.“ I said „I basicly forced you to leave, so if anyone is to be blamed, it's me then.“ „Even so, but I wasn't there.“ He said. „Jake“ I said softly, and he looked at me „Don't do this to yourself. It's not your fault this happened.“ I could see he was troubled with this. „Who is to say that the same thing wouldn't happen even if you were there?“ I asked him. „I can't, so please, don't torture yourself with 'what if's'. It happened, and I just want to move on, leave it all behind, now that it's finally over.“ He just looked at me „I don't know how you can so easily just move on.“ I sighed „Because, I don't want for it to take over my life. I want to focus on good things ahead of me, not dwell in the past.“ I placed my palm on his face and smiled at him „I want to focus on us.“ He kissed me softly, when Doris voice came from the door „Listen to her, dear, she speaks wisely.“ She said, winking at us. „She sure does, Doris.“ He said, not taking his eyes off me. She came to the bed bringing the food tray. „Now, lets get some food in you, hun. You will need it to get better.“ She said. Jake helped me to sit up, leaning on the pillow, Doris placing the tray in front of us. „I brought some extra, so there is enough for both of you.“ she said and winked at us, before leaving the room. „She sure likes you.“ he said to me as she left. I grinned at him „What to say, I'm just so darn adorable.“ He shook his head at me „And still impossible.“ I grinned even more „Even so, you still love me.“ He looked dreamily at me and smiled „More then you can imagine.“

The rest of my days in hospital passed fast. Jake was mostly with me, making sure to leave me with some kind of entertaintment when he left, either to help with Hannahs moving or for something else. He brought me his laptop, since mine got broken, with bunch of downloaded movies and books on it. Jessy also came to see me as often as she could. I was grateful for everything, but at some point all I wanted was some peace and quiet.

„Are you sure you don't want me to call Jessy to come?“ Jake asked me once more before leaving. „I'm sure“ I said „Don't worry, and don't get me wrong, but some alone time will be nice.“ „Humf, fine.“ He said „But call me if you get bored or anything and I'll be back right away.“ „I will.“ I said and smiled. He kissed me before heading for the doors. „See you soon, angel.“

With Jake gone, the room was quiet again, which was relaxing. I closed my eyes just apprieciating the silence, trying to get some sleep. But the nightmare was back. The images of what happened haunted my dreams repeatedly. Jake noticed it too, but I dismissed his worry quickly every time. He tried convincing me to talk about it with someone, anyone, even if it wasnt him, but I always said I'm fine, that it's not necessary. But he was right after all. I should.

With a sigh, I turned on the side staring through the windown, when a knock came from the doors. I turned, and laughed. A cute teddy bear holding a heart with 'Get well soon!' written on it was smiling at me from the door frame. The person holding it peeped his head behind it and grinned „Hello, gorgeous.“ „Hey, Phil.“ I smiled at him „I was worried you forgot about me.“ I said. He was the only one that hasn't visited me, at least till now. „That could never happen, gorgeous.“ He said walking over to me. „I just...waited for the right moment to come.“ He grinned sitting on the bed next to me. I laughed „So, Jessy informed you it's safe to come now, huh?“ I said raising my eyebrow at him. He grinned even more „Something like that.“ I shook my head „Well, I'm glad you came.“

„You know, my job offer still stands, gorgeous. I would still very much like you to do it.“ Phil said to me after a while. I chuckled „Can I at least get out of this place first? Then we can discuss it further.“ „Ofcours. I just wanted to let you know the offer still stands.“ He grinned devilishly and winked „Just so you don't forget about it.“ I laughed „Oh, don't worry, I never forget about the jobs being offered to me.“ „Good.“ He said and winked again. „Anyway, gorgeous, unfortunately I have to go now. Some of us don't have the luxury to lay in bed all day.“ He said getting up and grinning at me. He stood there for a moment, his face getting serious. He leaned then, embracing me in tight hug „I'm glad you're back with us, gorgeous.“ He said to my ear and kissed me on the cheek before moving from me. I smiled „Me too, Phil, me too.“ I took the teddy and grinned „And thank's for this guy.“ He grinned back „No worries, gorgeous.“ „Hello there.“ A voice sounded at the doors. Phil raised his eyebrow looking at me „Now it really is time I go.“ He smiled once more at me „Take care, gorgeous. See you soon.“ He turned and nodde at the person entering the room „Loverboy.“ Jake did the same walking towards my bed, looking extremely calm, and I was surprised. As they passed eachother, Phil stopped „Hey, loverboy?“ Jake turned to him and Phil's fist colided with his face, sending him to the floor. „Phil!“ I jumped in my bed, wincing instantly from the pain. Phil didn't even spare me a glance, he just leaned down closer to Jake „I told you to take care of her.“ Jake just looked at him, not trying to do anything. Doris bursted to the room „Phil Hawkins!“ she yelled „How dare you come to 'my house' and make a mess?!“ The two just continued to look at eachother, when Phil finaly straightened and turned to Doris with the most wide smile „Sorry, Doris.“ He said walking towards her „I owed him that.“ He gave her a quick peck on the cheek before heading for the doors „Hope I'll see you and the others soon at the Aurora.“ Doris shook her head after him „Schmack.“ She turned to Jake „You all right there, dear?“ she asked him as he got up. „I'm fine, thanks Doris.“ He said and she looked at him „Mhm, sure you are. I'm still gonna brig you some ice for that.“ She said and walked out. „I'm fine.“ Jake said to me seeing my expression. He came and sat next to me. „Thats was very unexpected of you. I was sure you would fight him back.“ I said and he looked at me a bit sad „Well, he was right.“ I sighed „Are we back to that again?“ „What? To me not looking after you? Ofcourse, I will never forgive myself for it.“ Now he sighed desperately „I'm sorry, angel, but I can't just get so easily over it. Maybe with time, but for now it still sits heavy on my shoulders.“ I saw how much all of it still bothered him, and I knew no matter what I might say he wouldn't listen. „All right“ I said after a moment „But, just promise me, you will try to let go off that. For me.“ He half smiled „I promise, angel.“ I pulled him to me for a kiss, and he winced. Doris came back giving Jake the ice pack. „Thank you , Doris.“ He said taking it from her. „You're welcome, dear.“ She said winking before leaving again. I took the ice pack from him „Come here you.“ I said and pulled him to lay next to me. Placing the pack on the spot that was really red by now and started to swell he winced again „Ouch!“. „I'm sorry.“ I said quickly and he grinned at me. „Ohh you, that was mean!“ He laughed „Sorry, angel, couldn't resist.“

„Ready to leave, hun?“ Doris asked smiling from the doors holding my discharge papers. „Definitely!“ I said cheerfuly. She came to me and hugged me „Now, hun, as much as I like you, I hope I'll never see you again.“ She moved from me and winked „At least not in here.“ I chuckled „I hope so too, Doris. And, thank you, again, for everything.“ „No need to thank me, hun.“ She turned to Jake and winked „Now, dear, you take good care of her, this one's a keeper.“ „You can say that again, Doris.“ He said back, and to the surprise of both of us, walked to her and gave her a hug. „And I also thank you for everything.“ He released her, and with glazing eyes she waved her hand at us „Oh, you two..get going now, before you get me even more teary.“ She smiled and squeezed us both on the hand before leaving the room „Take care, kids.“

Feeling the sun on my face as we stepped out from the hospital felt so good. „So, do you maybe want to go somewhere first?“ Jake asked me as we walked towards the car. „I mean, you were in there for quite a wile.“ I smiled at him „Yeah, thats true. But I still feel a bit tired. Maybe tomorrow.“ As much as I appriciated being out, I still needed to rest. But I also wasn't very eager of the thought of returning back to the motel. Not after all that happened there. He smiled back at me „As you wish, angel. We got to the apartment then.“ „Apartment? Not the motel?“ I asked surprised. „Ahm, well yeah.“ He started „I hope you don't mind, but I got all your stuff and took them to Hannah's place.“ He got a bit nervous „I mean, I am staying there now that she's moved in with Thomas. And to be honest, I thought you might feel...less uneasy there.“ I stopped walking, and he turned to look at me. „Everything all ri...“ But I didn't let him finish. I pulled him in a tight hug „Thank you. You have no idea how glad I am to hear this. I so didn't want to go back to the motel. Not after everything.“ I felt tears coming to my eyes. „I know, angel.“ He said, and a sob escaped me. Then another, and another. He hugged me tighter „It's ok, angel, everything will be fine. I've got you now.“ He just held me there in a tight hug, letting me cry on his shoulder, for as long as I needed it.

„Ohh, this room is amazing with all this natural light!“ I squealed as Jake showed me around the apartment. He chuckled „I thought you might like it. Hence that big table there.“ I turned grinning to him „You did this for me?“ „Ofcourse, angel.“ I rushed to him throwing my hands around his neck and kissing him, but winced from the pain in my shoulder. „All right, that's enough excitement for you for now.“ He said ushering me out of the room. He lead me to the couch, made me sit then lifted my feet up. „Now don't move from here unless it's really necessary.“ He said stern with a raised eyebrow. „Oh, come on, that's not needed.“ I said protestingly. He chuckled „Maybe, but just take it easy for a day or two more.“ I was about to protest again, but he looked at me, making such a puppy face that I couldn't possibly say no to him. „Argh, all right, although I feel fine, I'll do it for you.“ „Thank you, angel.“ He said and leaned to kiss me. „Now, can I get you anything? Drink, food?“ he asked and i grinned „Well, I would kill for a coffee.“ He laughed hard „Why I'm not surprised about that.“ He said standing up. „Well, since I'm not allowed to move from this spot, I hope you're ready to indulge my demands.“ I said grinning. He smiled „For you, angel, I'll do anything.“

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3 MONTHS LATER

„Just come to the Aurora tonight, Jessy, I will tell you everything then.“ I said to her on the phone, as I entered the apartment. „Fine, be all secretive then.“ She said sulky. I laughed „No need for that tone, you know that won't work on me. I'm still not gonna tell you anything now.“ „Ahhh, fine! See you tonight then.“ „See you, Jessy.“ I entered the kitchen, Jake sitting at the table with his laptop. He smiled „Hey, angel.“ „Hey babe.“ I said going to him for a kiss. „How was with dr. Barret?“ he asked. „It was ok.“ I said sitting next to him. „It actualy feels good to talk about it with someone.“ I smiled „Thank you for talking me into doing it.“ „No need to thank me, angel.“ He said smiling back. I sighed „I hope it doesn't bother you that it's not you that I can talk to about it.“ He took my hand, pulling me from the chair to sit on his lap „I don't really care who you talk about it with, angel. Heck, I wouldn't care if you said you wanted to talk to Phil about it. As long as you get better.“ I laughed „Huh, you know, now that you mentioned it, they do say that barkeepers are a good listeners. So kinda close to psychiatrist.“ I tilted my head and said teasingly „It would definitely be cheeper. And beside, I'm sure Phil wouldn't mind listening to me, me being all vulnerable around him, and..“ „Ok,ok, no need to continue.“ He said quickly interupting me. „You just stick with dr. Barret.“ I laughed „Awww, babe, will you ever be at ease about Phil?“ „Probably not.“ He said thoughtfully. I smiled „Not even now, when I'm about to move in with you?“ He grinned „Not even then.“ I chuckled „You're hopeless then.“ He gave me a quick kiss. „Sooo“ he started grinning again„You think Jessy will be happy when you tell her the news about you moving here?“ „Happy?“ I said, „No, I don't think so.“ He looked confused at me, and I grinned „She will be thrilled.“

A/N: Ok, so after a short, but lovely chat with @lovingstudentangel who got a bit confused with how I ended the previous chapter, with the part of Jake visiting a grave, thinking it was the end of the story, so I want to clarifie it for her, or anyone else who might have been equaly confused. It was his mother grave that he visited, and I used that part as a clifhanger. I hope all is in the clear now :)

[sgstories123]

Cosplay

Brendon was watching a Netflix movie when his girlfriend sat down beside him.

“What are you watching?” His girlfriend, Jessica asked.

“Some super-hero flick which you are never interested.” Brendon replied, without looking at her.

“How about you become my super-hero? I need to leave for work in about an hour’s time. Want to fuck me quick like Flash and show me what a Superman you are?” Jessica purred into his ears, stroking the front of his shorts with her hand.

He pushed her hand away. “Don’t disturb me. This is the climax of the show.”

“Make me climax. Make me cum.” Jessica whispered, sticking her tongue into his ear.

Brendon ignored her.

Jessica continued to stroke Brendon’s cock, trying to get him hard. But Brendon just did not seem interested.

Just then, they heard someone at the door. Jessie, Jessica’s sister opened the door to the flat. She has just come home from school, wearing her school uniform with a white blouse and green skirt. She looked at both Brendon and Jessica on the living room sofa, dropped her school bag in the corner of the room and walked straight to the kitchen.

“No lunch?” Jessie emerged from the kitchen. “I going down for lunch. You want something?”

“No, thanks. I am going to work later.” Jessica replied.

Brendon watched Jessie intently as she bend down to take money from her school bag, revealing her legs but just short of showing her panties. Her white blouse was translucent in part from her perspiration and he could just make out the lines of her bra. He recalled his younger days in school where he had several sexual adventures with a couple of his classmates. Those were fun times.

After Jessie left the flat, Jessica sat on top of Brendon, facing him. “Now that you are getting hard, let’s fuck.”

Brendon was feeling guilty. He did not want to tell his girlfriend that he got hard from looking at her sister. He needed to play along. He will need to watch his movie later.

Brendon kissed Jessica and held her close to him. But he could feel his cock softening. Jessica realised it too.

“Oh, what’s wrong now?” Jessica was upset.

She pulled down Brendon’s shorts and started sucking on his cock. Brendon tried to will his cock to become hard but it only made matters worse. He remained soft and flaccid.

“Let’s do this when you are back tonight. You need to go to work soon.” Brendon tried to persuade Jessica after 5 minutes of cock sucking to no avail. “I think I am too tired to fuck.”

Jessica did not reply and responded with even more frantic sucking and stroking of his genitals. Brendon knew that when Jessica wanted a fuck, she will stop at nothing to get one. He thought about Jessie and her school uniform again and found himself getting aroused.

“Let’s do something different. How about cosplay? You dress up as a schoolgirl?” Brendon asked cautiously.

“What? Will that get you hard?” Jessica looked at Brendon curiously.

“I think you are about the same size as your sister. Maybe you can wear her school uniform?”

“Are you having naughty thought about my sister?”

“No!” Brendon tried to deflect Jessica’s suspicions. “I prefer a nurse uniform but there isn’t one available here right? So, let’s work on what we have, school uniforms.”

Jessica got up and walked into her sister’s room. Within minutes, she came out in the same white blouse and green skirt.

“Teacher, come fuck me.” Jessica cooed. She knelt in front of Brendon and started sucking on his cock again.

Brendon pulled Jessica’s head closer to his cock. He closed his eyes and imaged that it was Jessie who was giving him a blowjob instead. He ran his hands all over the white blouse, remembering the many times when he had fucked girls in school uniforms. He was getting hard.

Jessica was pleased when she saw Brendon’s cock getting hard. She gave him a few more strokes before lifting her skirt and lowering herself onto his hard cock. She kissed him as she rode him, bouncing herself on his hard cock. As she neared orgasm, she hugged Brendon tightly, letting her convulsions rolled over her, moaning in pleasure.

“Turn around. Let’s do reverse cowgirl.” Brendon suggested. But what he did not tell Jessica was that he wanted to fantasise about fucking Jessie in her school uniform and he could only do that if he is not looking at Jessica’s face.

Jessica turned around and lowered herself on Brendon’s cock again. Brendon leaned forward, unbuttoning her blouse so that he could reach her breasts. He squeezed them hard, playing with her nipples as he fucked her.

“Oh, Jess. This feels so good.” Brendon moaned as he fantasised fucking Jessie. He stopped immediately thinking that he was in trouble but realised that fortunately, both sisters had the same first syllable in their name. He just need to keep it to one syllable. He smiled to himself and continued fucking Jessica from behind.

They were still fucking when Jessie returned to the flat. Perhaps because Jessica was moaning so loudly that they did not hear Jessie at the door.

“What the hell are you doing? Can’t you do this in your room?” Jessie was shocked when she saw her sister and her boyfriend fucking in the living room. “And why are you wearing my school uniform?”

Jessica got up quickly. “Sorry. Thought we will do some cosplay.”

“You better make sure that it is washed cleaned.” Jessie said coldly. But she could not help noticing Brendon’s large, erect cock, glistening from Jessica’s pussy juice.

Jessie pretended that it was all cool for her and she went into the kitchen with her lunch. Brendon could hear her getting her lunch ready.

“I am getting late for work. I take care of that for you later tonight?” Jessica pointed to Brendon’s hard cock.

Brendon nodded and pulled his shorts back up. Jessica went back to her room and in minutes was dressed for work.

“Sorry, Jess. I will washed your uniform so don’t worry about it.” Jessica called out before leaving the house.

Brendon felt awkward. It was one thing to be seen fucking his girlfriend by her sister. But it was another when he was fantasising about fucking his girlfriend’s sister. Should he leave the house and come back later when Jessica is back from work?

He stood up and walked into the kitchen, feeling a little unsure.

“Jess. Sorry about that. We should have been a little more discreet.” Brendon muttered.

Jessica had already finished her lunch and was playing with her handphone. She looked up at Brendon and for the first time, realised that he was actually quite cute.

“Was it your idea or my sister’s idea to wear my uniform?” She asked.

“Mine. Don’t blame your sister.”

“So, you have a fetish for uniforms?” Jessie looked at Brendon curiously.

“No. Just thought we will try something different. Cosplay, you know. Dressed as nurse, schoolgirls, things like that. To spice things up. Just for fun.” Brendon tried to sound nonchalant.

“Do you get aroused when you see me in uniform?”

Brendon did not answer Jessie’s question but instead, looked at the young body, trying to imagine how it will look naked.

“Will you like to fuck a real schoolgirl instead?”

Brendon was shocked from his stupor. Did she really invite him to fuck her or was that a trick question?

“No, I can’t do that. You are Jessica’s sister.” Brendon tried to sound resolute but it came out all weak and unconvincing.

Jessie stood up and walked over to Brendon. She put her hand around his neck and pulled him close to her breast.

“I have a nicer figure than my sis but you can’t really tell because of the school uniform. Help me unbutton and you can see for yourself.” Jessie took Brendon’s hand and laid it on her breast.

Brendon could feel the soft, warm mound of flesh. He unbutton the blouse to reveal white cotton bra holding onto a large pair of breasts. Jessie was right. The blouse hid the beautiful breasts with its straight cut. His cock became hard with the sight, especially with the white cotton bra hinting the innocence of the girl that he is now facing.

“Why did you pull up your shorts? Now I have to pull them down again to see you cock.” Jessie smiled naughtily at Brendon.

She squared down in front of Brendon and pulled down his shorts. His hard cock was again exposed but this time to the sister of his girlfriend.

“This looks bigger than just now. Are you getting more horny with me than you were with my sister?”

Brendon could only nod as he was speechless with anticipation.

Jessie smiled and kissed the head of his cock. She licked it slowly, covering his whole cock with her saliva. Simultaneously, she stroked his cock, scratching the base of his scrotum gently.

Brendon sighed in pleasure. Jessie may be younger but she is definitely much better at sucking cock than Jessica.

“I am gonna cum.” Brendon warned.

“Cum on my uniform.” Jessie positioned herself in front of Brendon while he gave himself several final strokes before cumming all over Jessie’s face, breast and of course her uniform.

Brendon held onto Jessie’s shoulders for support while waiting for his strength to return. That was one intense orgasm. He felt like a school boy again.

“If you are up to it, I think it is only fair if you make me cum too.” Jessie said seductively.

She turned around and bending down on the kitchen table, she pulled up her skirt, revealing white cotton panties on long, slim legs.

Brendon did not need a second invitation and his cock became immediately hard again. He pulled down her panties, exposing a cunt with very little pubic hair. He stroked Jessie’s inner thigh, enjoying the touch of her young, smooth skin.

Jessie sighed in pleasure. “Just fuck me already. I am already so horny.”

Brendon realised that Jessie, like Jessica, was not shy when it comes to sex. He saw that Jessie was already wet, with her pussy juice leaking from her cunt.

He parted her cunt with his fingers and pushed his hard cock in. It slid in easily and before long, he was fucking her doggy style. As he increased his pace, Jessie moaned louder. She pushed against the kitchen table, making even louder noise as the table hit against the wall with the same rhythm as Brendon’s fucking.

Brendon pulled Jessie away, pushing her against the wall. As Jessie was shorter than Brendon, she had to steady herself by resting on Brendon’s cock. This forced Brendon’s cock even deeper into her, bringing her even greater pleasure. Jessie was almost screaming now as pleasure overcame her. Brendon was worried whether Jessie was attracting attention from the neighbours. As he fucked her, he looked out of the kitchen windows trying to see if anyone was watching them. Somehow, this made him even more excited.

“I am cumming.” Brendon gasped for the second time. He pulled his cock out of Jessie’s pussy and shot his load all over her green school skirt. He was pleased to see his white sperm slowly being absorbed into nothing more than a dark patch of green. He turned Jessie around and gave her a kiss. But Jessie simply slid down the wall and lay exhausted, her blouse opened and exposing her breasts, her legs wide open showing a gaping cunt.

[constilationn]

Fire and Rain || Part 12

A/N: SUPRISEEEE, this is it guys! after months of planning and then weeks of delays (my bad), the last part of fire and rain is here! Guys, I hope you loved it as much as I loved writing it and please, please do leave me feedback it is so greatly appreciated!!

Rating: T 

Warning: naughty words 

Summary: You find yourself with Poe once more but this time, maybe he’ll realise you’re more than a technician 

Part 11 🔥

As it turned out, it was not like riding a bike. 

Flying around the base with Poe by your side was very different from crossing systems by yourself. You were such an idiot, you hadn’t figured out an entrance plan or an extraction. Hell, you didn’t even know where the man was. You’d turned into Poe: jumping into a situation with no preparation and hoping for the best. Usually you were so cautious, so organised. You never would’ve done this before Poe. The only thing that drove you towards him this time, was pure fucking passion and it pissed you off to no end. 

You regretted a lot of things as you flew over the Royal House of Naboo, landing almost gracefully in the loading bay. You weren’t the best pilot, granted, but the dirty looks thrown your way as you crossed towards the Gungan High Council house made it seem you’d killed everyone in sight by the time you’d landed. 

You stepped across the threshold into the Gungan High Council, watching carefully as you were tracked across the building towards the desk that sat at the front. “Hi.” You shot the women sitting behind the desk a sweet smile. 

She barely looked up, focused on the book in front of her. “Business or pleasure?”

“What?”

She looked up, bored. “Business or pleasure?”

You shrugged, what did you class Poe as? You shivered thinking about that night in the desert, berating yourself for thinking about him like that. You rolled your eyes, this stupid man had you brain in knots and he wasn’t even here. “Pleasure, I guess.”

“You guess?” She sighed, folding her hands in front of her as she fixed you with a frustrated expression. 

“Listen,” you leaned across the desk. “I think my boyfriend’s cheating on me.” The women shifted on her seat, moving forward in interest and by the glimmer in her eye, you knew you’d caught her. “I just need to know where he is,” you wiped a tear you’d forced from your eye. “Please, he’s got dark curly hair, beautiful brown eyes and the sharpest jaw you’ve ever seen.” The women started to nod slowly and you gave her a relieved smile, your mind reeling from how easily the words had rolled off your tongue. “Do you know where he is?”

The women put her hand gently over yours and you rested the urge to snatch them back, remembering you were supposed to be some sort of inconsolable girlfriend. “I saw him heading to the Royal House of Naboo a few hours ago, anyone that goes anywhere passes through me. If you hurry you should be able to catch him.”

“Thank you,” you pulled your hand away from hers as quickly as you could, wiping nonexistent tears from your cheek. “Thank you.”

You turned on your heel, leaving the Gungan High Council in search of Poe. You couldn’t begin to imagine what Poe had gotten himself into. The very fact he was in The Royal House of Naboo, probably unarmed and definitely irritating everyone within a ten meter radius, spoke volumes. 

Your boots echoed across the marble floor as you scanned the foyer. What once had been the pride and joy of Naboo had been turned into a museum; preserving the pieces of history that didn’t quite fit anymore. There was no logical version of events that would leave Poe stranded in the middle of a museum on the very planet he'd run into trouble not so long ago.

“Hey!” The voice caught you by suprise and you snapped back to attention, spinning on your heel with fists clenched and heart racing. “Thank god you’re here.” 

Your mouth fell open. Actually, physically fell open as Poe’s eyes met yours. “What are you doing here?” You hissed. 

“Me? Why did it take you so long?” You gave an indignant scoff, still gaping as he pulled you towards him. The touch of his skin on yours made you crazy.

“You pissed me off.” 

Poe looked down, guilt dancing in his eyes. “I know. I know I fucked up.” 

You wanted to scoff, to hit him; to hate him like you were supposed to. But you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t bring yourself to despise him, not when he was standing in front of you looking at you like that. You eyes softened, “No. I did.” 

“What?” 

“I wasn’t thinking. I jumped to conclusions way too quickly.” 

Poe nodded, unsure if he could reach out, touch you the way he wanted. “I swear to you, nothing happened.” 

“I know.” 

“Sorry?” 

You laughed softly. “I know. I ran into Jessie the other night. Turns out you turned her down.” 

“Sweetheart,” he looked up, slow, cautious at the use of nickname. “I wouldn’t do that to you.” 

You shook your head. “I know. I panicked. I told you everything that hurt me. I told you what destroyed me and for a second I thought you’d done exactly that.” 

Hurt flashed across his face. “I didn’t.” He replied flatly. 

You frowned, his toneless response bothering you. You’d come to Naboo to rescue him, to tell him that you were in the wrong. “Can blame you me?” You fired back, angered by the offense he’d taken. He couldn’t expect you to trust him, could he? Not after everything that he’d put you through. Not after his reputation on the base. Surely he knew what people said about him? He’d created that persona, hadn’t he? Why shy away from the truth? 

How many questions until you drove yourself crazy?

“I know what people say.” He murmured and you lifted your eyes to meet his. “I know how they see me.” 

“That’s not my fault.” 

“I’m not saying it is.” His reply was quick and you looked down sheepishly. Of course it wasn’t your fault and he’d never accuse you of such, so why were you jumping to conclusions? Why did you want everything to go so horribly wrong? Was it some last resort to try and save yourself? Your survival instincts were beginning to show and it was most certainly going to be your destruction. Unless you fixed it. Unless you showed him that he was wrong. “I know I took who I wanted when I wanted. I know that.” He took a cautious step towards you and your eyes flickered down to where your hands met. “But I’m telling you now that I want you. Sweetheart, all I ever wanted was you.” 

“Poe...”

“Please,” and your name was falling from his lips like a prayer. “I want you to believe that. I need you to believe that.” He looked like he was about to drop to his knees and beg for you. You had no idea where the sudden display of emotion had risen from. Poe Dameron was not the kind of man to beg for a girl when he could get anyone he wanted. 

“What’s this about?” You asked gently and he knew what you meant. He seemed needy, desperate, for you and whilst you certainly didn’t mind the sudden show of commitment, it wasn’t typical Poe behaviour. 

“I thought I wasn’t going to see you again.” He mumbled, “I was all cocky and confident but the minute I realised I couldn’t get home was the minute I realised I’d lost you.”

You looked down. Obviously he knew he’d fucked up but did he really think that you wouldn’t come for him? Did he really believe he meant that little to you? “Didn’t you think I’d come for you?” 

Poe stayed silent and you nodded, tears threatening to spill over. Then, quietly “I knew you would.” 

Laughter fell from your lips and Poe grinned broadly as tears slipped down your cheeks. And then he was stepping forward, his hand cupping you cheek as he kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered.

Because Poe Dameron may not have lived life slowly, but he certainly lived it by your side.

[justjessame]

The Deal Chapter 36

I was upstairs with Judith when I heard it. A gunshot rang out and I glanced down at my little sister to see if it would wake her. She didn’t even twitch. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

How could a shot ring out? Negan had taken all of Alexandria’s weapons. There weren’t any left. Which meant that one of his people, the Saviors who I tried to ignore being around him constantly, unless we were in his apartment had shot off a round. But why? I said my own version of a prayer. Please, don’t let Dad have done something stupid. Please, let him and the others not have made things worse. Please, don’t let my deal with Negan be made in vain.

I didn’t leave Judith’s room. Not until I heard another shot ring out. And again, my baby sister didn’t even make a tiny move in her sleep. That’s two shots. That’s two times that death may have visited my dad’s people. And that’s two times too many for me to ignore.

I walked slowly downstairs. I didn’t want to face whatever was outside. I didn’t want to walk outside and see the people that trusted my dad to keep them safe have suffered more loss because they couldn’t just go along with the damn program. Was it Dad’s goal to make me regret what I’d done by showing me how little they cared that I’d done it?

When my feet hit the porch, I see Olivia’s body. Carl’s kneeling over it, and he glances up at me. What the hell happened? Moving past my little brother, and the dead body of my replacement, I see Negan and Dad facing off in the street. Rosita is prone on the ground. Spencer Monroe is laying in a puddle of blood and guts. And Negan is wearing blood like a badge on his chin and shirt.

How long had I been wrapped up in watching Judith sleep?

I hear Dad telling Negan that “your shit is waiting at the gate” and for him to leave. He doesn’t know I’m with him, I think, but I’m not sure it would matter to Dad if I was. Anger is rolling off him in waves, and Daryl is standing tense at his side. Aaron, looking as though he’d lost a fight with the heavyweight champion is leaning on Eric’s side. I’m trying to make sense of the scene, part of me BEGGING for the return of my self imposed blankness. Anything so I don’t have to see THIS.

Negan’s saying that we’ll happily leave, once he finds out who made the bullet. What? Someone made ammo? I glance around the group and I know who it had to have been when my eyes land on his mullet. Damn it, Eugene. It takes Negan threatening to kill another person, using the fierce woman named Arat as his weapon, for Eugene to admit it. Right after Tara tries to take credit.

These people. These fucking people could give a shit about what I’d tried to do when I traded places with Glenn. Every single one of them would keep fucking trying. Trying to get one step ahead of Negan. Get the big win in a war that should have ended with the death of Abraham and me taking Glenn’s place. And they had the fucking audacity to look at me like I’d fucking chose the enemy.

I walked off the porch and Negan caught my movement from the corner of his eye as he’s discussing something with Eugene. “Come on, Jessi,” he beckoned. “Rick, I’m going to be relieving you of your bullet maker and whatever you left for me at the front gate.” He tells Dad that no matter how much they find, how much they put together it won’t be enough. Dad and Alexandria’s debt has grown to be so fucking big after what’s happened today.

And then, as fast as it seemed to happen, we were leaving. I didn’t notice if Dad or Daryl or any of the rest of them were looking at me. I didn’t care. These people, my own family, were making every fucking thing worse. And I’d bargained my life to save Glenn. I’d bargained my chance to keep Judith safe and innocent on the CHANCE that Dad would get it. That he’d understand. That Daryl was wrong. It wasn’t about who had it all. It was about surviving and living without a fucking blade hanging overhead, waiting for one wrong move to drop.

I realized, as I sat in the passenger side of the cargo truck, Eugene between Negan and I, that this was the first time I’d left Alexandria without saying goodbye to THEM. Because my first trip with Negan, I’d made eye contact and acknowledged Dad and Carl. But this time? I didn’t look back once.

We return to the Sanctuary without fanfare. Aside from the surreal kneeling and having Dr. Mullet, PhD, along this time. A blonde female Savior named Laura takes charge of Eugene’s tour, and I’m left with Negan. Before we can go inside, he’s told that Fat Joey is dead. That Dwight and Sherry are gone. I wonder if he took Daryl’s. I wonder what would make them leave. And I get it. They were together. And now they were wanted.

A man with an impressive mustache, if facial hair can be considered impressive, named Simon is given the task of leading the hunt for the duo. And as we’re standing outside, Eugene is brought out, clutching a jar of pickles for some fucking reason. I listen as Negan asks him questions about his brilliance, about his abilities, and Eugene does what Eugene always does. He lies about his credentials. He talks about all those fucking faux PhDs and I wonder if he’s forgotten I’m standing beside Negan? Perhaps I’ve become so adept at being his shadow that I’ve literally disappeared. Another twist I didn’t see coming.

Negan shows Dr. Smarty Pants, his nickname for Eugene not mine, the walker security and asks how they could postpone decomposition. It’s a test. And Eugene passes by telling him that if they pour metal over their heads or some other nonsensical bullshit that I don’t really care to listen to. Negan’s so fucking impressed, I hear him gift Dr. Mullet the company of some of his harem. Well, isn’t that just amazing. They’re his sister-wives and they’re his fucking brothel workers.

I’m with Negan, in his apartment when the first salvo of trouble turns up. A letter found in the desk of the resident doctor. Seemingly showing that the poor man helped the couple escape. I closed my eyes, had it only been the day before that I stood beside Carl and witnessed Dwight help Negan punish another man? And now, not forty-eight hours later, I get to witness another fucking punishment.

Eugene is summoned for the spectacle and looks as twitchy as he ever has.

This time it’s worse than before. So much worse. I can’t look away as Negan explains the doctor’s crimes. I can’t turn my head when he taps him on the shoulder with Lucille. I can’t look away when, instead of the iron, he throws the doctor face first into the fire.

The buzzing in my ears is there. The smell of burning flesh once again heavy in the air. When Negan’s eyes find me, I’m not sure what he sees, but the mocking smile is gone. He nods to someone, and then there are arms around me. And I’m taken back to his apartment alone.

When Negan finds me, I’m curled up on his bed. The blankets wrapped tight around me, my jeans on the floor beside my boots. I can hear him open the door. I hear him take off his jacket. I hear him go to the bathroom. I feel the dip of his weight on the side of the bed I’m curled on. His fingers brush my hair out of my face, and he sees my eyes wide open.

“I thought you might be resting again.” His voice is quiet, like when talking to a frightened animal. His fingers are tracing my cheek and he sighs. “Shit, Jessi, this has been a fucking roller-coaster of a couple of days, hasn’t it?”

I don’t answer. I just look up at him, waiting for him to get to the damn point.

He shakes his head. “Am I being unreasonable with your people?” The question shocks me. Why would he ask my opinion? “I don’t think I am. I think I’m being a fucking benevolent guy.” His fingers have stilled on my chin. “When you-” He bites his bottom lip. “You gave up your life for one of them.” He was studying me again. “You were willing to die for them.” He huffs out a sigh. “What a way to repay it.”

I swallow down the hurt I feel at his reminder. He was right, about some of it. Hadn’t I thought the exact same thing? “I have no idea what your agreement with Dad entails. I don’t know about the supply expectations or whatever you two decided on.” I let myself get comfortable on the pillow. “And I don’t care. A deal is a deal, and if it’s agreed on, regardless of the pressure involved, then it should be adhered to.” I sounded like a fucking lawyer. “I made my deal with you. And I’ll fulfill it.”

It was all I could offer. I didn’t want to think about Dad and Daryl’s next moves. Because as sure as the sun rises each morning, they had one.

[shannygoatgruff]

Stay Safe, Stay Home Writing Challenge - (Call me if you need anything) @waiting4inspiration​

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Modern Ivar x OC

Warning: Language, strong sexual content

Rating: M

A/N:  First my apologies for taking so long to post this chapter. I lost the original version of chapter 7, but I hope you enjoy this slightly longer re-write.  I think this story only has 1 or 2 more chapters and it’s done.  I’m almost through telling the story I wanted to tell.

Next, I got the idea for this from experience I had with an ex, with whom I am still very close friends. We were actually talking about this particular encounter recently, and I thought it would be fun to write it. I will say, if you have never had sex with someone that you are truly friends with, you have no idea what you’re missing out on!  I think the sexiest sex is the kind where you talk to your partner.  Maybe it’s just the stage I’m in my life.  What you’re doing doesn’t interest me as much as what’s going on in your head.

Finally, I used the lyrics to ‘Imported’ by Jessie Reyes without permission.  I love her and that song and when I hear it, I see Ivar and Cash.  I have included the video at the end of the chapter - the vibe of the song is how I see them as a couple.

Enjoy!

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7

When Ivar moved across the floor, there was grace in his movements. His motions were fluid, and because he didn’t use his legs to aid him, how he curved his spine to usher his mobility gave him the agility of a big cat stalking his prey. One-shoulder worked in tandem with the hip on the opposite side of his body creating this... glide, that was simply fucking sexy.  Cash found herself wondering how good the view of him crawling would look from underneath him.      

Crawling for Cash, however, was anything but graceful. She hadn’t gotten very far, just from the dresser to the full-length mirror, but fuck a duck if it wasn’t hard. At first, she tried to be all sexy, and crawl on her hands and knees, but when she realized Ivar couldn’t use his knees, she switched to an Army crawl.  

After the first pass across the floor, she knew this crawling idea was going to be short-lived.  Not only did she not possess the upper body strength to keep it up, but she was also getting hella ashy.  It was bad enough the rain had washed away most of her lotion, but now she was sliding around on the carpet. She was going to look like she had been rolling around in flour at any minute. Her mother would have a fucking fit if she saw the state she was in.

And how the hell was she supposed to get her toiletry tote across the room? It wasn’t like it was a backpack. It was hard enough trying to maneuver herself around, let alone bring something with her.  She had tried dragging it and even pushing it in front of her.  Both ways were taking forever.  At the rate she was going, she and the tote would get to the mirror by her 30th birthday.  

Ivar leaned against the bed watching with curiosity.  He had never seen an able-bodied person struggle so hard to crawl. Why didn’t she just get up on all fours? He appreciated that view of her.  It was much more seductive then whatever the hell she was doing now.  Currently, she looked like she was trying to do the worm in a breakdance competition for quadriplegics.  

“It may be easier if you use your arms.  You have all of your weight on your elbows.  Try using your wrists and hands. That way, you can move your bag with you.” Ivar laid on his stomach facing Cash and demonstrated, “See?  Like this…” 

“See, like this,” Cash mocked in a high pitched voice rolling her eyes as she continued to struggle across the floor.  Suddenly, she felt the sting of his hand as it landed flat on her ass. It sounded much worse than it felt.  It didn’t hurt in the least, but she still gave him the evil eye, “Did you just?” she feigned shock.  

Being the youngest child, Ivar got away with a lot of shit.  He was used to blaming one of his brothers for everything and he always got away with it. It became a little game he liked to play with them that he lovingly titled, ‘How much trouble can I get you in?’  It was during that time that he started doing this mocking, side to side head motion to symbolize his victory.  As an adult, during a triumph, he continued to rock his head in this obnoxious manner, only now, it also included a shit-eating grin, followed by a dab.  

Cash watched the most incredibly mischievous smile spread across Ivar’s face as he bobbed his head and then he dabbed the air.  He spoke some foreign words and seemed mighty pleased with himself. “Oh, chuckle it up, Chuckles.” She rolled her eyes and sat up.  “Ya, perv.”

God, he had been wanting to do that ever since she started crawling. He just wanted to see if her ass was really as soft as it looked.  It was, and it had the right amount of bounce.  “Sorry. I could not resist,” his smile was so big, it was hard to make out what he was saying, “You were making fun of me. It was all I could think to do,” he whined.

Cash turned toward the mirror and started to dump out the contents of her bag. She picked up her wide-tooth comb and folded her legs beneath her. Leaning into the mirror, she fixed her eyes squarely on his image, “If you wanted to cop a feel, all you had to do was ask.”  She watched as his mouth opened and closed, like a fish. 

“What are you going to do?”  He asked, folding his hands in his lap. 

Cash parted her hair down the middle and secured half of it with a ponytail holder. Carefully detangling the other half with a comb, she reached in the bag for a jar and struggled with the top, “I’m going to put my hair in two braids, so I won’t look totally crazy.”  She held the jar out to Ivar.  “Can you open this for me?”

Silently, he crawled to where she sat and took the jar out of her hands.  With one turn he had the lid opened.  “This smells wonderful. What is it?”  

“A moisturizing mask.”

“It smells like coconuts and berries, and…and,” he took another big sniff but couldn’t quite place the scent, “I don’t know but it is amazing.  It smells soft. Like you.”

“Jasmine,” she took the jar from his hand and tried not to blush.  He thought she smelled soft?  “I made this.”

“You make this?”

“It’s not hard,” she shrugged, “All you need are some essential oils for the smell and different kinds of butters.  It’s pretty easy.  It’s good to keep moisture in.  I could even use it on your hair and it wouldn’t be greasy.  See feel.” She titled her hair for Ivar to feel her hair without the moisturizer. “Now you know I must like you because I’m letting you touch my hair.”  Then, she scooped a small amount of product onto her palm before rubbing it into her hair. After she had worked it though she tilted her head toward him again.  “Now feel.”

His eyes grew with amazement.  “That feels awesome.”  Of course, he couldn’t help but bring his nose to her hair.  “And it smells good.” His nose brushed the side of her ear before making its way to her neck, then back into her hair.  “I like this smell.”

Cash giggled at the feeling, but she couldn’t ignore the tiny goosebumps that started to prickle every inch of her skin.  “Do you know how to braid?”  She asked feeling her neck slowly start to lean more into the warmth of this breath. 

“Hmm?” He looked at her eyes in the mirror and noticed that he had been rubbing her arm.  When did that happen?  What the hell was in that jar? “Braid?  A little. I used to help my mother when I was young. She has very long hair.” He watched as a smooth smile crossed Cash’s face.  “Oh, no.  I cannot. I am terrible at it.”  

“Oh, you know nothing, Jon Snow,” she handed him a brush, “you do mine, and  I’ll do yours.”

“And we can have a sleeping party, like girlfriends,” he mocked in a high pitched girl voice and twirled his hair around his finger, “...and paint each other’s nails and do make-overs!”

“That’s a slumber party, jerk. And as long as there are no pillow fights, I’d be okay with it.”  She nudged his shoulder with her own. “But, I hope you don’t want to be my girlfriend.”

Ivar took the comb from Cash and looked at the floor.  He didn’t want to chance to catch her eyes in the mirror, just in case, “I was really kind of hoping that you would want to be mine.”  

“Really?”  Cash asked said softly before capturing his lips for a soft kiss.  “Good. It’s about time.  I was getting gray hair over here, waiting on you to make a move...”  Smiling into his lips, she wondered, how did her tongue always end up in his mouth?  Was she capable of kissing him without needing to feel his velvety tongue on hers?  She pulled away slightly and pecked him a few more times. “Now, I can’t be all kissing and everything with my hair looking like this.  I’m too cute to be looking this tore up. So you helping or nah?”  

Braiding each other’s hair had been the most intimate thing Cash had ever done with a man, besides Glenn, with her clothes on.  Why was it so easy to trust him?  She let him touch her hair – generally speaking, black women don’t let people other their mothers or their hairdresser touch their hair. Hell, Cash’s parents had been married for over 30 years and she seriously doubted that her father had ever touched her mother’s hair. She had known this man for almost 48 hours and she had already let him see her with ashy legs.  What the fuck was really going on?  

It was something more than just being comfortable around him being bushy and ashy, that’s for sure.  Maybe it was the fact that the things that she normally would be embarrassed about she didn’t give a fuck about anymore. She was pretty sure that if she needed to fart in front of him, she would have,  That’s how secure she felt with him.  

Ivar was amazed that he stopped focusing on his the fact that his bare legs were showing and that he was crawling, hours ago. Whatever it was that he was nervous about before he had met Cash in person seemed like a distant memory.  He had just let this woman braid his hair like he was a girl playing beauty shop. 

Granted, the hairstyle looked badass, especially with the way his head was shaved on the sides – but he knew for sure none of his brothers would have let their girlfriends do that.  Hvitserk would talk shit to him about it for years to come because of it, too.  But, he didn’t care, it felt right.  Everything about her delicate fingers gripping his hair and gently massaging his scalp felt incredible. If she wanted to take every braid out and start all over, he would let her.  He would let her do whatever she wanted if it would make her smile.

Speaking of smiling, as he flipped through his phone for more music for them to listen to, his face lit up when he ran across their song. “You feel like singing?” As soon as the opening beat of Imported by Jessie Reyes ft. 6lack started playing, Cash let her head lean back and smiled.  

Ivar grabbed a brush, and handed her one, too.  If they were going to do this duet any justice, they both needed their microphones and to get into character. Mother nature was already setting the scene outside with the rain still beating down against the patio, creating the perfect backdrop for their music video. 

Bringing the hairbrush up to his mouth, he wanted Cash to see how he had choreographed his movements to the song.  He only wished that he had his braces on because he had an entire dance to go with it.  

Hi, my name is 6Lack And sometimes people me SIX-LACK I don’t mind because they stubborn And my bank account is looking mighty fine We can skip the wine and dine Go straight for the wind and grind She wanna cum, I can make it happen, fuck trying

Ivar rolled his hips from his sitting position on the floor with a devilish look on his face that made Cash lick her lips.  Damn, that boy could sing. Plus, he was sexy and gyrating…fuck! She was trying so hard to be good, but the song was talking about going straight for the wind and grind making people cum and sexy stuff and whatnot…she was only human.

Sometimes, I get messy, you can be my biggest secret I ain’t sliding if you wit him Baby, you gon’ have to have to leave him

Ivar wagged his finger at Cash to let her know that he wasn’t the cheating type. He winked at her when she smiled. 

I got morals on Sundays, sometimes on Wednesdays

He shrugged his shoulder and raised a brow.

Really, it depends but,

Ivar tried his best not to laugh at the face she was making at his stage-worthy performance. He was giving her his best big dick energy vibes. 

You, you’re in love with somebody else Maybe I could offer some help (Maybe I could offer some help) Get over them by getting under me

He watched as Cash closed her eyes and began to sing.  He could listen to her sing all day.  She had a beautiful voice and he loved the changes she made to songs. He especially loved what she did to Jessie Reyes’s part of this song.  

But you might O.D. if you get too much of me Might O.D. if you get too much of me

Cash, too, had a routine for this song, but she was not going to do it for him. Instead, she just did what felt natural at the moment.  She ran her hand down her throat to her collarbone then pulled her legs up to her chest. As she sang, she rubbed her cheek against her knee and gave him a vulnerable stare…

Hi, my name is not important I’m not from here, I’m imported I drink liquor like it’s water Hope my liver can afford it I’ve been lyin’ here with I’ve been lyin…, I’ll be lyin here I’m under the covers like

Her voice…that was the same voice he had listened to countless times over the phone, that was singing to him in person.  It was a little overwhelming.  He reached up and cupped her cheek, and when she opened her eyes he leaned in to kiss her. The kiss so slow and deep and it conveyed every thought and feeling that Ivar couldn’t put into words. 

He had so much he wanted to tell her, too.  Like how he was glad she replied to his comment that day on the Jessie Reyes blog for this song.  He had been listening to Imported on repeat because he was still in love with Freydis.  Even though they had been broken up for a couple of years and he didn’t want her back, he couldn’t get over her.  He was stuck mourning for what they could have been. He had so many hopes and dreams for them.  He thought he had found a beautiful woman that could love him despite his disabilities and he would have a chance at a normal life.  But, it didn’t work that way. Nothing in his life ever worked out that way.

Enter this song and this girl: the song was about finding someone to help you get over a broken heart and the girl...she was feeling a certain way because her first serious boyfriend, who she hadn’t been for over five years, was getting married.  Feelings had a funny way of fucking you up.  

But there they were; keyboard gangsters, in their feelings and being flirty.  They were two people on different continents who were never going to meet, so what harm was it to bare their souls?  Nobody ever died from having another friend; especially friends that liked to sing loved musicals and could go into a monologue from a movie with just the last word of a sentence. Really, friends like that were hard to come by.  

Now, if things kept going in the right direction, soon they would be lovers.  

Thank you, Jessie Reyes.

Cash bit Ivar’s neck, causing him to groan and squeeze her body tighter. Good thing the rain hadn’t washed off the scent of Aqua di Gio that seemed to be oozing from his pores.  Damn! How did he know exactly what scents got her going?  Did this man always smell like walking sex?  And was it natural for a man to have skin this damn soft?  

She watched her fingers as they trailed the lines of his tattoo along his left shoulder.  “What’s this?”  She asked as her fingertips came dangerously close to his nipple, before tracing the line back up the head of the figure to the center of his chest.

Ivar watched her nail slowly move across his skin and tucked his lip in between his teeth at the feeling.  “The mythical Norse dragon, Fáfnir.” Did his voice just crack?  She made him feel like a teenager all over again.  

Cash giggled.  She loved the way he suddenly started rolling his “r” and how his “th” started to sound like a z.  Had it always and she just not notice?  “Your accent is stronger,” she let her tongue follow along the line of his jaw, “it’s so sexy.”  

“It’s hard to concentrate on English,” he said matter-of-factly, making sure to slur his Norwegian tongue into his English words,  hands still gripping her waist, gently rocking with her on his lap, “when you do that.”  He pointed his chin toward the ceiling to grant her better access to his Adam’s apple, “You know, I don’t think I have ever been in this situation and had to speak English.”

Cash's eyes opened in bewilderment as she lifted her head. “You know what? I’ve never seen an uncircumcised penis.”  The thought just hit her.  If they were about to go there and she hoped to God they were, they needed to get all of this shit out of the way.  She sat back on his thighs and looped her arms around his neck.  

Ivar’s smile was so big, his eyes crinkled in the corners.  “Now?  You think of that now?  Really?” 

“I’m serious.”  She said settling back with a slight pout, “Circumcision is a big thing in the US, like everybody does it.  But here, not so much, right?  I mean, you’re not Jewish, are you?”  She raised her brow and nudged her head toward him.  “You know what I mean?”

He shook his head.  “You want to know if I am?”

“Kinda?”  Talk about killing the mood.  There were things that she might want to try with him, but she wanted to know what she might be in for first. Nobody liked those kinds of surprises during sex.  “ Is that weird?”  There were just certain things you need to be upfront about. Even though she suspected she wasn’t certain. 

Ivar shrugged with a glint of mischief in his eyes.  “Perhaps you will just have to find out.”  

“Oh, just tell me.”  She slapped his bare chest and rolled her eyes when he made a face like it hurt. “I’ll tell you something.”  

“I’m not telling you that.  But, I will tell you, that I have never seen brown nipples.”  He ran his fingers between Cash’s bra straps and her shoulders, slowly lowering the straps down her arm. When she didn’t protest, he continued to pull the straps lower.  He looked her in the eyes while she bent her arms through the loops to free herself of them. 

Sucking his lip, he let his eyes trail from hers down to her lips, then lower to her neck.  He admired how her pulse quickened when his hands touched just above her cleavage and when his thumbs gently pushed the lace down to expose her to him, he wanted to lick the hollow of her throat.  “You are beautiful.”  

Brown, white, black or pink, skin was skin, and Cash’s was beautiful and the skin on her breasts was just as soft and warm as the rest of her.  He patiently waited while she unhooked her bra and discarded it away from them, before he wrapped his muscular arms around her, burying his face in between her breasts. “I love boobs.” 

“Really?” She said smiling, as he looked up at her from the middle of her chest. “You didn’t strike me a breast man.” 

“I am an everything man.”  He smiled rubbing his face across her soft skin.  “What is that smell?  God…”  

“Ahh…that is Heliotrope Gingembre,  my favorite perfume.”

“Mine now, too,” he said absently.  Closing his eyes with his head laid on her chest.

She kissed him on the top of his head and started to rub the back of his neck, “You think I don’t know that you’re avoiding my question?  I shared.”

“I did not ask you a question and you did not tell me anything.”  He looked up at her and started to bob his head with that shit-eating grin again.  

“I will pop that little bobblehead of yours off your shoulders.  Now you’re just cheating.”  She rolled off his lap and laughed when he pouted at her and started to reach for her like a child.  “Not until you answer me.”  She sat next to him, but faced him and absently rubbed her hand along the hair on his legs.

He watched in amazement as she did.  She didn’t seem the least bit weirded out by his scars. “Okay, I’m sorry. You want to know if I was cut as a baby?” Ivar laid back on the floor and laced his hand with hers.  He looked at their joined hands and held them up to his line of vision before rolling his wrist. Why prolong the inevitable?  She was going to find out sooner or later.  He figured, if she could see his legs and be perfectly with fine them, odds were she'd okay with an unsnipped prick.  “No,  I was not.”  He laid her hand on his stomach with the laziest hint of a smirk on his face.

“Hmm. Interesting,” she responded wiggling her toes.  She chewed the inside of her lip for a moment then shrugged her shoulders.  “Okay,” she got up on her knees and knelt beside him.  Cash let her hands trail down his muscular stomach and found herself smile when she realized that he was ticklish in the spot between his navel and his waist. 

Carefully, her deft fingers slid under the grey waistband of his boxer briefs before she smoothed her hands around to his hips.  Slowly, she lowered the shorts down his legs, never once taking her eyes off of his.  Since Ivar couldn’t hoist his backside off the floor, he aided her by rocking from side to side as she continued to pull the garment down lower and lower. 

And there he was.  Ivar Ragnarsson in all of his birthday glory.  He was a sexy man.  It was the moment of truth and Cash didn’t quite know what to do or say. Was she supposed to comment or compliment?  Was she supposed to touch him or ask questions? There was so much she wanted to do, but she wasn’t sure if any of it was okay.  

“So?” Ivar placed one hand behind his head and the other on his chest.  “No witty observations?”

“Well, you already know you’re sexy, AF.”  She tilted her head and let her fingers trace the dark line of hair that traveled from his navel to the soft tufts at his groin. “But this…it’s different.”

“Different?  What the hell does that mean?” Ivar laughed.  “It looks the same to me.” 

Her eyes got big and she nodded, “Well, you’ve seen it before.  I haven’t…” She touched it.  It felt the same as others she’d held in her hands.  It was thick, had a nice length, and just the right amount of curve to it.  The bounce back, when she pulled it toward her and let it go, so that it slapped back against his pelvis, made a good sound.  By all accounts, it was a normal cock.  It was hard, and hot in her hands and she even noticed how Ivar’s stomach clenched when she made contact with it.  “So does it feel different?”

“Different than what?” He asked with a labored breath as she continued to hold and turn him over in her hand.  “It feels the same to me.”  Did she know what she was doing to him? She wasn’t jerking him or doing anything sexual, not really, merely touching and having a conversation with him.  It was such a turn on.  

“Let me show you.”  He removed his hand from behind his head and placed it on himself. Lifting his head, he attempted some sort of origami thing with the skin.  “This, I think, is what you are used to seeing.”  He rolled his eyes in his head and sucked his teeth, “Whatever.”  He released the skin and smiled.  “My way is much better.  Much more sensation.” 

“Oh, really?”  She was intrigued.  If she were being honest, it wasn’t the cutest one she’d ever seen.  But, that was because she just wasn’t used to it, yet. She was sure in a few days, she would think it was the hottest one she’d ever seen! “How so?”

“This part in there…feels everything, sometimes too much.”  He picked up her hand and placed it back on his swollen member, before closing his eyes at the feeling, “Sometimes, you have to touch it through the skin…”

“Like a clit?” 

Ivar shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know.  I do not have one of those.”  He let his hand travel up Cash’s thigh and settle right below her hip.  “If direct pressure is applied to you, does it make you,” he wound his hands to try to drive the words forward, “finish faster?”

Now it was Cash’s turn to shrug, “Honestly?  I’ve never had an orgasm with another person.”

“What?”  Ivar sat up, instantly regretting the warmth of her hand leaving his body.  “Are you serious?”  This was great!  Neither had he. But wait…if neither of them had, then this could be the worst awkward first sexual experience in the history of awkward first sexual experiences. They would either be eternally frustrated or their first sexual encounter could literally last indefinitely.  

“Yup. Not ever.”  Cash sat up on her knees so that he had full access to her hips. She placed her hands on his and watched as he slowly started to pull down her panties.  “I think the guys that I’ve been with think all women like the same things.  They don’t want to hear that you might want something different, or they just are in it for themselves. I just usually finish myself off.”

Ivar smoothed the lace down her thighs and held still as she used his shoulders to brace herself against him so she could lift each knee up to allow him to slide the material under her legs. 

He didn’t want to seem like a total pervert but he couldn’t help but look at her. She was right next to him with the most neatly trimmed Mohawk he’d ever seen.  “You’re into landscaping?”  He didn’t reply when she nodded.  Instead, he pressed his lips to her stomach.  “So, when you finish yourself off, do you do it alone or in front of others?”

“Like do I perform?”  She gently caressed his head, “It depends on how deserving the audience is.”  

God, he wanted her.  But, he needed to get one more thing out in the open before that could happen.  He wanted total transparency between them, once and for all.  “Me either.” 

He felt his head being lifted from her warm skin and but he immediately dropped his eyes in embarrassment, “I have never had an orgasm during sex.  The doctor thinks it was stress.”   

“That is so sad,” she wanted to hug him, but she didn’t want to make him feel bad.   She was used to it.  There were millions of women who never had and probably never will have an orgasm – so was the plight of being a woman. But for Ivar to never experience it?  He was too sweet a guy.  It nearly broke her heart. “Do you at least get anything out of it?”

“Yeah. I like giving pleasure to someone else.” He tried to sound upbeat, but it wasn’t exactly a happy subject for him.  What he was saying was true, he used to thoroughly enjoy making Freydis feel good. But, what about him? Didn’t he deserve to feel that way? Shouldn’t he get to experience an orgasmic high, at least once in his life?  At least one time that wasn’t self-inflicted? “ And it does feel good.”

“Do you finish yourself off?”

“Never in front of anyone.”  A devilish smile crept across Ivar’s face and when Cash saw that mischievous twinkle in those beautiful blue eyes, her face broke out in a smile, too.  

Ivar had had many sexual conversations with women before but never before had he had a sex conversation with his partner.  This whole thing, this talking and being together, looking at, touching, and getting to know about each other…all of this intimacy was amazing.  

It was scary as hell for both of them, but damn it all if it didn’t feel natural.  Even if their first time together wouldn’t be perfect, or they would have figure out who couldn’t do what because of physical limitations or just plain dislike, it would all pay off in the end.  Neither of them had a point to try to prove to the other or to themselves.  All they needed to do was enjoy each other.  Who cared if neither had an orgasm?  For the first time, they both were feeling something they hadn’t felt in a very long time.  They felt at home, and safe with each other.   

Cash closed the space between them and pressed her lips to his, “Bed or floor.” She laughed when he laid back and put both hands behind his head.  “Oh yea, carpet burns and group masturbation...I knew you were freaky.” 

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[revisitingstoneybrook]

#68 Jessi and the Bad Babysitter: Chapter 9

Phew, sorry for the long delay! Real life happened and I’ve been super busy. But I’m back now!

So last we left off, Jessi caught Margo shoplifting when they went to the party store to buy props for their BSC Project du Jour. But since this is the BSC, Jessi doesn’t tell the Pikes or even Mallory what she did. *eyeroll*

Also, something is rotten in the state of the BSC and it isn’t the 2-year-old box of Ring Dings in Claudia’s closet...

Next BSC meeting on Monday. Mallory doesn't say anything about Margo, so Jessi concludes that, sure enough, Margo didn't tell her parents. She frets about what to do and still doesn't say anything to Mallory! Oh my god, TELL HER!

Mallory's at the meeting, by the way, but still looks like she's going to nod off at any moment. Hey, as long as she's there. Or else there would be bad things on the horizon for her for missing another meeting. *cue lightning and thunder clap*

Jessi's mind is taken off of shoplifting and Margo briefly when the clock changes to 5:31 and Wendy isn't there! Uh oh! *cue more lightning and thunder clap* Jessi says it's the third time she's been late. Um...they were exactly on time the first BSC meeting she attended and they got to the Barretts a little late, I'll give them that. But the only meeting she had ever been to, they were on time! Geez! Kristy gets all huffy and demands to know where she is. Jessi says she can't be sick because she was in school today and Kristy snips that she should have called. It's a fucking minute, calm the hell down!

And what do you know, tons of the neglectful parents of Stoneybrook start calling in to get someone else to do the child-rearing while they're off doing who knows what and it's all jobs that Wendy could have taken. Steam is now pouring out of Kristy's ears at this point. Jessi, trying to defend her friend, suggests that maybe Wendy had a sitting job run late. But a scan of the record book shows that she had none scheduled. Kristy, shaking like a geyser about to explode, says she'll call Shannon to see what she can take on. Um, why don't they just have Shannon come to meetings if they're calling her so much? And for that matter, Logan too. Are they that busy? I mean, Shannon at least is home whenever they call her! That’s the logical solution but as we all know, the BSC lacks logic.

Before Kristy can call Shannon, Mallory says she wants to call her mom to come pick her up. She also tells the club that her mom finally remembered that she isn't the live-in nanny and made a doctor's appointment for her the following evening. The club (well, most of them, because Kristy is still simmering with rage) is relieved and Claudia says she was starting to get really worried. Mallory says she's worried for herself and then realizes...hey wait. The rest of the Pike Army needs someone to watch them! Jessi's the only one free but since there's so much of the Duggars Pikes, they need another sitter. Hey, what about that "Vanessa's really responsible" thing from the last chapter? No? Already forgotten? Ok.

The only other one free is Wendy and Kristy reminds everyone that, uh...she isn't at the meeting. So she's useless. Mallory calls her mom and goes to wait downstairs. Claudia and Jessi hope there isn't some serious, terrible disease afflicting Mallory, and they get an *eyeroll* from Kristy. And I'm posting the next exchange in its entirety because I don't know whether to laugh or get the urge to punch Kristy. Or both.

“She's probably got some kind of flu or something. And I hope we don't all catch it. If we have to close up for a couple of weeks we might just have to close up for good.” What a horrible thought! “Why?” I asked. “Because everyone will find other sitters,” said Kristy. “And once that happens they'll stick with their new sitters. We haven't heard from the Hills once since we couldn't take that job last week.”

Ok, what the fuck?! The BSC shutting down for a couple of weeks?! What about all those times the club went on a group vacation, Kristy? Did Shannon and Logan take every single job while you guys were away? Geez, being an associate requires a lot of time! And Kristy's whole rant doesn't make sense. I guess the Hills are still dead to the BSC because Mr. Hill did the unthinkable and said he would have to call other sitters.

Stacey, saying what we're all thinking, tells Kristy to stop freaking out about the Hills not calling, they probably just didn't need a sitter since last week. But...but...but this is Stoneybrook! Parents are ALWAYS going out and ALWAYS need someone else to raise their children! Kristy shoots down her argument:

“Maybe, but I don't like it,” Kristy grumbled. “It makes me nervous. The Hills may not be our biggest customers,” but Norman sure is our biggest charge, hoo-boy is he a fatass! “but I don't like to lose even a single client.”

I love how Kristy is freaking out because a family hasn't called for ONE WEEK. No calls for one week = they hate us and are moving on with another sitter. Paranoid and delusional, party of one!

Stacey reiterates that they haven't lost them, they probably just haven't needed a sitter since and Kristy says, “We don't know.” Good lord. Calm the fuck DOWN! Another job comes in, it's another Wendy could have taken and Kristy orders Jessi to call her. Jessi does and no one's home. Oh, if Wendy shows up and it was a family emergency, would Kristy still yell at her? Yeah, she probably would.

The meeting goes on, Logan and Shannon are called many times, it sounds like some jobs have to be turned down, so I guess more families have made it onto the “DEAD TO THE BSC” list. At 5:55, Wendy strolls in. Uh oh...she's in for a bad punishment now! *cues lightning and clap of thunder again* What will it be...50 lashes? An hour in the stocks? Babysitting for the Rodowskys without a crash helmet?

Kristy blows up at her and demands to know where she's been. Wendy, bewildered, says she had a babysitting job run late. She asks if any jobs came in for her and Kristy says, “Plenty. But you weren't here.” Oh, it's on, bitch! 

Jessi says Wendy “didn't react the way I would have. I'd have been mortified and apologetic. Wendy grew angry in return.” Yeah, because she hasn't had the BSC Kool-Aid yet! Of course she's going to react with anger, instead of bending down and begging for an apology from Kristy.

Wendy asks what's the big deal, why does she have to be here if Mary Anne can tell from the record book when she is and isn't available. Kristy, whose face is turning pink again, growls, “Because you have to be.” God, Kristy is such a bitch in this book.

Jessi reminds Wendy that she HAS to be at every single BSC meeting on penalty of death unless it's an emergency. Wendy says it was, she had a babysitting job, she couldn't leave the kids alone. Well, then you bring the kids WITH you! Gosh!

Mary Anne tells her to call next time and wants to know why Wendy took a job without telling them. Wendy's confused and Kristy explodes, “That's the second club rule you've broken! First you were late without calling, then you took a job that wasn't offered to the rest of the club.” Wendy, completely dumbfounded and now irritated, says she had no idea and is shocked that she has to hand her regular jobs over to the BSC.

And why is Kristy yelling at her for breaking the rules? NO ONE EVER TOLD HER WHAT THE BSC RULES WERE!!!!! Remember? You gave her a dumb entry “quiz” and didn't explain ANYTHING about how the club operates, except for showing her how jobs are assigned! I understand the concern over her being late but how the hell was she supposed to know that she's expected to hand over her own personal sitting jobs?

Stacey explains, “We all share jobs. Even if a client asks for a certain sitter, we offer it to everyone in the club. That's the only way to be fair.” And avoid any potential bitch fights if a client asks for someone specific and the club flips out at said sitter. See: book #15 (shameless plug - I’ve done that one on here! Check the tags!)

So Wendy is supposed to tell all her clients, who the BSC doesn't know, “Sorry, I can't be your main sitter anymore. You must call this number, 3 times a week, ONLY at this time, and reach other sitters too. Sorry, but that's the only fair way! Hail Kristy!” That is so stupid.

Wendy apologizes and says she'll call next time she's late. She also accepts the Pike job with Jessi, who begs Wendy to please please PLEASE be there on time. After the meeting, Wendy bolts out of there and Jessi catches up. Wendy asks Jessi what we've been wondering for ages, “Who does Kristy think she is?”

Jessi, ever the brainwashed BSC member, responds Kristy Thomas is the kindest, bravest, warmest, most wonderful human being I've ever known in my life “She's the president of the club. If she wasn't strict, things wouldn't run nearly as efficiently as they do. Our customers wouldn't be as happy and neither would we. It's better that Kristy makes everyone obey the rules.” Yeah, but there's a difference between strict and crazy dictator. Mallory shouldn't feel guilty about being sick and Wendy shouldn't be yelled at for breaking rules she had no idea existed.

Wendy calls Kristy crabby (that's an understatement) and Jessi insists she's just worried that the club is in trouble. And Jessi ponders...is the club really in trouble?

[lovemesomerafael]

EL AMOR TODO LO PUEDE Chapter 19:  On The First Day...

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Chapters 1-10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12  Chapter 13  Chapter 14  Chapter 15 Chapter 16  Chapter 17  Chapter 18

Sonny Carisi stared at the vending machine in disbelief.  The bag of potato chips was poised impossibly on the edge of its seal, one corner on the shelf and the other on the corkscrew that was supposed to have knocked it down into the tray where he could take it out.  The expression on his face was so funny that Laura bit her tongue to keep from laughing.  

“You have got to be kidding me.  Look at that. That defies the laws of physics. Maybe I can rock it free.”  He moved his hands into different positions, trying to figure out how to grab the huge machine in a way that would allow him to rock it.  Realizing the futility of jarring the potato chips loose, he gave up.

That did it.  The laugh she was trying to suppress burst forth.

He gave her a look. “Yeah, thanks a lot.  That what passes for support in Chicago?”  

He turned and walked back into the squad room, disgusted.

Still laughing, Laura dug change from her pocket and bought a bag of the same chips.  As expected, the second bag knocked the first free, and both fell into the tray.  She went back into the squad room and plunked the chips down on Sonny’s desk without a word.

He gave her a brilliant smile and thanked her.  “We’ll make a New Yorker out of you yet,” he said.  

Good grief, she thought for the ten thousandth time since they’d met a few days before.  That is one tasty man.  She flicked a look at Amanda Rollins.

Laura really liked both Carisi and Rollins.  In fact, she liked the whole squad.  

 Her first week on the job, Rollins invited everyone over for dinner – which she noticed Carisi cooked – so they would have the opportunity to get to know one another.  

Laura politely declined a glass of wine and, figuring she might as well get it out from the beginning, explained that she was in recovery.  She knew instantly from Amanda’s reaction that she’d found one of her tribe.  The discovery led to the instant bond that addicts in recovery share.  Whereas she’d been somewhat intimidated by Amanda’s experience and beauty, Laura suddenly felt like Amanda had the potential to become a close friend.

“We’ll have to catch a meeting together,” Amanda said.

“That would be great. I’d love to know which ones to avoid.”

“Absolutely.  Why should you repeat my mistakes?”

“I made quite enough mistakes before I started A.A.” Laura grimaced.

Amanda clinked her glass with Laura’s.  “Ah, yes. I recognize that guilt.”

“I was raised Catholic,” Laura told her.  “I got guilt on lock.”

Laura saw the entire room turn to look at Carisi.

“Hey, I’m raised Catholic, too,” he announced.

“Peace be with you,” she said, smiling widely as she held her hand out.

“And with your spirit,” he responded with mock seriousness.  

As much as she loved her team in Chicago, she thought she might find herself liking this group just as well.  Amanda’s daughter Jessie sealed the deal by being unable to pronounce Laura’s name. Olivia’s son Noah instantly adopted Jessie’s pronunciation and Laura became “Aunt Lala”.  Somehow, that sweet nickname made her feel like she was being welcomed into a family.  This group seemed to genuinely like and care for one another and to be willing to let her in.  That night, for the first time since leaving Chicago, Laura didn’t feel homesick.  

She was also re-thinking her first impression of Lieutenant Benson.  Laura had learned quite a bit about Olivia Benson just during the short time she’d been at SVU.  She thought that, if she’d been through and seen what her Lieutenant had, she would probably be a crusader, too.

 The day after the dinner, Fin took the lead on questioning a suspect he and Parker had brought in after DNA implicated him in a rape.  Fin wanted Laura to observe and learn how SVU did things, rather than participate, so she stood against a wall of the box while he questioned the suspect. Lieutenant Benson stood watching from the other side of the one-way glass.  

“So what are we looking at?”  

She turned to see A.D.A. Barba had stepped up beside her and was looking into the interrogation room. “That’s the suspect in the Mazie Anderson case.  He’s been in there about an hour.  Still maintains his innocence.”

“What’s wrong with his face?”

“Fin and Parker had a little trouble arresting him.  Which reminds me, you haven’t met my new detective yet.  I’ll introduce you.  Suspect’s not going anywhere.”

Benson knocked on the window and Fin and Laura stepped out.  Rafael noticed the suspect kept his eyes warily on Parker as they left the room. Her shoulder-length hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and she wore a cashmere sweater over slacks.  It was pretty much the standard uniform for SVU’s female detectives, but Rafael noted that they weren’t the standard quality.  They looked expensive.  

“Laura Parker, let me introduce you to Assistant District Attorney Rafael Barba.  He prosecutes a lot of our cases.  You’ll be working together quite a bit.”

Laura and Rafael shook hands and made the usual polite introductory noises.  She was surprised, but tried not to show it.  Nobody had told her about that hair and those eyes.  And that voice.  So that’s A.D.A. Barba.  

Without spending an extra second on pleasantries, Barba turned to Fin.  “I understand you had some trouble with the arrest?”

Fin shrugged. “Dude’s innocent.  Haven’t you heard?”

“Detective, I don’t have to tell you, it always looks bad when a suspect is injured during an arrest.”

Fin, hands in the pockets of his black jeans, casually indicated Laura with an elbow.  “Wasn’t me. Talk to the Vanilla Killa over there.”

Barba turned his eyes on Laura.

She was calm, but earnest.  “It was legit.  He was mad to begin with that we came to where he works, and then when I went to arrest him, he swung on me.”

“You don’t have a mark on you.”

“I ducked.”

Rafael blinked.  Then he blinked again.

“That’s your story?  He tried to hit you, but you ducked?”

“I had time to order a latte before that punch would’ve landed.  The big ones are always slow.”

Rafael had absolutely no idea what to make of that. “Then why is he injured?”

“He went after me.  He wasn’t coming in voluntarily.”

Rafael looked back to Fin.

“For real,” Fin assured him.  “I was there. About ten witnesses saw it, too.  Girl’s got moves.”

Rafael looked at Laura.  “Huh.  Well, Detective, for future reference, it makes my job harder when you beat up the suspects.”

“Sorry,” Laura muttered vaguely.  

In that instant, she learned what the deer feels like when it gets hit with the headlights.  What did he just do?  What was that look?  Was that his pissed look?  Sweet merciful heaven, I want to piss that man off for the rest of my life.  I am actually wet because of the way he just looked at me.  Note to self:  Quit hanging out with Peter and get laid.

Fin and Parker returned to their interrogation.

Rafael, somewhat at a loss, turned to Olivia.  “Did I just have to tell a woman smaller than my abuelita not to beat up the suspects?” 

“The unit she comes from has… a different way of doing things.  Don’t worry.  It’s not going to be a problem.”

 Late that evening, Rafael strode into the squad room.  His day had started lousy and plummeted from there.  Now it was after eight o’clock and he was nowhere near done with his workday.  He wasn’t sure whether Benson could get him what he was there to ask for, but he had to try.  Without more, their case was dead in the water and a monster who killed a kid could go free.  He was in a mood.

He noticed halfway across the room that there were no lights on in Olivia’s office.  

“¡Joder!”[1] he hissed to himself.  Why had he expected anything different today?  

He thought he could hear a faint snicker.  Turning, he saw the new detective, just rising from her desk.  Her look was entirely serious, but he had the sense that she was biting back a smile.  

“Can I help you?” She asked.

“I’m looking for Lieutenant Benson.”

“She’s out in the field. Not expected back for some time, I’m afraid.  Maybe I can help you.”

“I doubt that.”  

He didn’t have time to wait, and he was absolutely in no mood to humor Liv’s new detective, even if she did have nice taste in clothes.  He turned on his heel and, without another word to her, strode angrily back the way he had come, muttering to himself.  “Un bebé policía. Perfecto. Es todo lo que necesito.”[2]

“Podría ser. Supongo que nunca lo sabrás.”[3]  

Rafael took a few more steps and muttered a few more words before it hit him.  He stopped and turned back to her.

“Excuse me?”

“Realmente no deberías murmurar sobre alguien hasta que sepas si ella habla español. Incluso si ella es una gringa.”[4]  She shrugged. “Just sayin’.”

Rafael sighed loud and long.   He took a few steps toward her.  

“I’m actually slightly less of a bastard than I appear right this minute.”

She gave him a friendly smile, letting him off the hook.  “That seems to be the general opinion around here.  I’ll ask Lieutenant Benson to call you as soon as I hear from her.”

“Thank you.”

For an awkward moment, they stood stiffly facing one another.  

“By the way,” he said, “Your accent is horrific and your syntax is… weird.”    

That should probably have hurt her feelings, and it might have, except that he gave her that look again.  That smug, disapproving look from under his eyebrows that hit her somewhere south of the waist.   Was he trying to smoulder?  

All she could think to do was laugh.  As soon as he turned the corner, she was going to crawl under her desk in embarrassment for having such a childish reaction.  But for now, she just had to brazen it out.

Rafael scowled as he walked out of the squad room.  What the hell had made him say something so gratuitously harsh?  No wonder she laughed at him.  Dios mio,[5] she has a great laugh.  

He could feel very uncomfortable internal alarms going off.  Alarms he hadn’t felt in a long time.  One thing he knew.  He and she were not going to be spending much time together.

 [1] Fuck!

[2] A baby cop.  Perfect.  That’s all I need.

[3] Could be.  Guess you’ll never know.

[4] You really shouldn’t mutter about someone until you know if she speaks Spanish.  Even if she is a gringa.

[5] My God

[letstalkaboutsebbaby]

Anything Else Is Outside - Chapter 10

She wasn’t trying to get his attention. He wasn’t looking for a girlfriend. That’s what happens when there are no games to be played.

Summary: She wasn’t trying to get his attention. He wasn’t looking for a girlfriend. That’s what happens when there’s no games to be played.

Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC (Harper Followill)

Warnings: sex, drug abuse and violence (just mentions)

– This is for the adult clientele, if you’re under 18, stay away, please. –

“A shower or a bath?”

“Whatever you want, darling”

“I want to stick to the shower idea but my legs are jelly”

Chris smiles and moves to kiss her lips before going to the bathroom to fill the tub. “Do you want to drink something, babe?” he yells while searching for some candles. Then it gets to him that it’s too bright for the candles to look cozy, so he goes looking for a bath salt that according to Carly is invigorating and energizing...he wants Harper to feel good and enjoy this day. He wants her to like being with him. He wants her to feel appreciated.

“Is it too soon to drink wine?” she yells back.

“Are you in the mood for alcohol?” he finally finds the salts and spread some in the water.

“Yes..” Harper keeps looking at the ceiling, trying to remember his facial expression when he was pleasuring her. He looked so resoluted and strong...thirsty. All she wants is to make him look like that again. He walks back to the bedroom shirtless and her mouth drops. “I was supposed to do that...come here”

He lays above her and kisses her tenderly. “You look like sin, naked in my bed. I like it”

“Well, thank you, sugar. I feel like a sin. Can I ask what you think about the tattoos now that you know them all?” she looks deeply into his eyes as he traces his fingers over her collarbone, going down to her navel.

“I think you’re so fucking hot and badass I have no idea why you ever gave me the time of the day...you’re bold and hardcore, look at me, I’m a fucking nerd.”

“Oh, please...I’m so sad for you! Probably never gets to take a girl to bed.”

He laughs and stands, holding her hand to bring her up and take her to the tub. “Never a girl like you, no. Now enter the bathtub and I’ll be right back with food and drinks”

Harper enters the tub and rests her head against the edge, closing her eyes. A phone starts ringing and she hears Chris saying “It’s yours, I’ll take it to you, just a sec”. He enters with a tray in one arm, 2 cups and her phone in the other. She gets the phone and answers it. “Do you want me to leave?” she nods ‘no’ and he starts to pour the sparkling wine on the goblets.

“Hey Matt, what’s up?”

“Hey, where are you? I’m at the door”

“Oh, my heavens, I might be a bit far from home…”

“Where?”

“In Boston…”

“What are you doing in Boston? You didn’t say anything...”

“I know, it was some impulsive thing I guess. Do you need something? Is everything okay?”

“I just wanted to give you something…”

“Oh, bless your heart, Matt, are you with my keys? You can enter.”

“I’ll wait for you to be back”

“Ok, I’ll go to Utah with Nathan...and be back after that…”

“It’s okay darling, we’ll talk later, have a nice holiday”

“You too, darling, send my love to everyone!”

“I will, bye”

She ends the call and puts the phone on the tray and Chris is leaning against the bathroom cabinet, looking a bit worried.

“So...Matt?”

She smiles and moves forward at the tub, leaving space for him to enter. “Take this off and come in, sugar. Matt is my cousin, I only told Jessie I was coming here so he passed by my house and got worried.”

Chris takes his pants off and enters the tub behind her, wrapping his arm around her body to bring her closer, leaning on his chest, his legs on each side of her body. He gives her a cup and takes another, drinking together in silence for some minutes.

“I’m sorry…”

She let go of the cup and takes his to put aside too, turning a bit on his chest. Enough to give his lips a kiss. “I’m not mad. Just enjoying this”

“You got so quiet…”

“Sometimes I like to just enjoy the silence and the feelings...on rare and short occasions, but I feel like breathing the moment in, you know?”

“Yes, I get it. It reminds me that we don’t know each other at all...and despite this, being with you here feels so right and...and I’m getting sappy, sorry”

“You’re being real...that’s lovely”

They kiss and she touches his body, ending the wandering of her hand in his dick, holding it. She opens her eyes to see his reaction and his eyes are closed, his mouth partly open, a troubled look in his face. “Babe, you don’t have to do this” he whispers and she kisses him again “Harper…”.

“I want to, Chris. I want to make you feel good.” she keeps touching him and watching his reactions. “It really feels right, doesn’t it? Tell me what do you want, Chris. Whatever you want, tell me.”

He opens his eyes and looks deeply into hers, then pulls her close to sit on his lap, kissing her firmly, his hand sliding to grip her hair, the other guiding her hips to rub them together. “I need you, Harper. I want you. Now. Can I?” he says against her mouth.

“Take me to bed, Chris.” He does that right after grabbing a condom from the drawer. Laying in her back, she watches as he set the condom in place. “You’re so yummy…”

He climbs over her and kisses her neck, settling his body between her legs. He caresses her pussy with his fingers, making sure she’s ready for him. “Do you want me, babe? Do you want me inside of you?”

“Fuck...yes...so much” she whispers back “You’re so hot...so hard and thick...do it, sugar”. Needing no more invitation, he enters her. They close their eyes and he rests his forehead on her’s. “Oh my goodness, Chris. You feel so good.”

“Oh babe, you’re so delicious. Look at me, gorgeous, open your eyes.”

She does as he says and they look deep into each other's eyes and stay like this when he starts to move in and out of her, slowly and lustfully. She wraps her legs on his hips and brings one of his hands to her mouth, licking his index finger and bringing it inside of her mouth. They never lose eye contact but her sweet moans are driving him insane. He was almost sure she was trying to kill him with sex. He moves the hand she is holding to her jaw, using his thumb to massage her bottom lip.

“Tell me what you’re feeling, babe”

“As you own me” she licks his bottom lips.

“For fucking sake, Harper!” he kisses her and starts to fuck her faster.

Chris wants to make her cum over and over before he gets to cum too, and that’s what he does. She’s very responsive and devoted, making him even more attracted to her. When he finally can’t take it anymore, she knows; she hugs him closer and whispers in his ear “I’m so close again, come with me, handsome. I wanna feel it.” They come together and Chris turns to the side to breathe.

“You’re really a sin”

@jamierdr @symonlyjen5

[spnbaby-67]

A Love Worth Fight For

A/N:  Here is part 2, let me know how you are liking it so far, and if there is anything you want to see in future chapters, let me know. Keep in mind I don’t have a beta and I apologize for that. Please no hate on the wives I love them just the same, and don’t copy and paste on other sites without my permission. Thank you so much for the amazing responses so far. you are all awesome. 

Pairing Jensen and Samantha OFC, Cliff, other bodyguards. 

Chapter One

Chapter 2, 

I bet  your wondering why I am sitting on the floor, right? Like why didn't I just leave the hotel all together?  Well, you try dodging five or more big guys that stood  6'2" with muscles that could RIP you apart and make it look clean. Go ahead, try.  I'll sit right here while you do that. It's not easy, especially when they have your face plastered in their brains trains to kill.  Besides, my head is thinking they have every exit surrounded somehow just waiting for me to try and escape. Not so easy.

What's that saying? Shoot now and ask questions later? I'm not all about that, but damn let me tell you, you may not see Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki's full bodyguards close by, until there's a reason for them. I swear they are all huge, from the quick look I saw of them. Heck, they  maybe even taller than Jared, I dunno, but I know one thing, I gotta get out of here. But my body is so exhausted from running and hiding till I am about to admit defeat, and take the punishment regardless if I did it or not. 

You see that night I told you about, when I went to get ice cream, I ended up in jail. Because of the priors I had regardless if they were filed or not, the judge didn't care, and gave me three years in women correctional home. I had to wear an ankle bracelet at all times, and everywhere I went I had to have someone follow me to make sure I didn't leave the premises without written consent and with someone.  Sarah, my lovely so called friend had slipped a plan b into my purse apparently when I wasn't paying attention. That triggered the alarm when I was walking out, so therefore the cops came and this time a shop owner pressed charges.  See what I mean by being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Teach me to help someone again.  

Anyways, brings us back to today. I am a huge fan of the TV show called Supernatural. I discovered the show when I was in jail, and was bored one night flipping through the channels.  It was my turn to control the remote for an hour and it landed on the CW. The episode they were showing that night was Lazarus Rising.  I was captivated on a pair of green eyes that shook my core the moment I saw him escape from hell.  His hand reaching from under the ground upwards to the sky, sent chills down my spine.  I had to see who it belonged to and my heart thudded big time when I saw the handsome hunter he came to be.  Oh my gosh, the raspy sound of his voice when he tried to talk was just wow.  But ultimately I just love the dynamic of the brothers fighting the monsters and saving people and even themselves at times.  I am a big fan of Jensen and Jared, but more so Jensen.  Only because I can relate to Dean's life in a way that I feel we would hit it off if I was to ever step foot in the supernatural world.  Don't get me wrong, Jared is my heart, he saved my life a few times while I was in jail, in fact, they both did, but i will spare you the drama for now.  

After I had gotten out of jail a year ago, I had to start over. I had nothing to my name, not even the clothes on my back, they gave me those as a way of saying sorry for wrongly accusing you.  More on that later.   But my first thought was that I needed a job, and who in their right mind would hire anyone with a criminal record?  No one, well maybe Mel's diner.  And he only did that because he always pinched my ass every time he walked by me or I by him. Bleh, just thinking about that I get the Willie's, Anyways, I worked there for a year and saved up all my cash tips and managed to get into a nice apartment in walking distance to downtown Houston. All was going great, my life turned around and I even had a few friends, well I thought they were.  Let's say I know how to pick em. But it be honest, I don't know how she would turn out to be until today.  

You see, Jessie, had a wild idea to come to Nashville to volunteer to work at a supernatural convention.  I thought she was crazy,  I mean who would let people volunteer to work at a convention with huge stars like Jared and Jensen?  You gotta be crazy to do that, well apparently I was wrong, and Jessie made it so easy for me to say yes.  I am not one to question my chance meeting my one and only heart eyes of a man, but if I knew now what I knew then, I'd say no. Don't worry,  I'm getting there as to why I am sitting here on the floor.  I'm building up the excitement for you.  

I was able to score a couple of solo ops with both Jared and Jensen for that Sunday and Jessie was able to get us a duo op.   I was extremely excited and very nervous, because my anxiety was beginning to get the best of me the closer I stood to him.  He is just so beautiful, sandy blonde hair spiked to perfection, he wore ripped knee jeans and a black short sleeved shirt that hugged his body in all the right places. He had a red and black flannel on, and boots that looked worn but were comfortable. I wanted to die when we walked into the room together for our duo.  She let me hug Jensen, and we had an idea that he and Jared would stand behind us and hug us from behind then we would hold the others hand. 

Well, it turned out that Jensen had his own idea, he placed one arm around my waist and the other around my upper chest and slightly turned me like he was going to dip me. I ended up caught off guard, and my expression was real. I think that's what made the op be amazing is that it wasn't fake or planned out. Gotta love those guys for the way they take directions. I laughed back at the moment, actually it was a way to keep me from totally freaking out. I remember hearing Jensen say to me that I was beautiful and he wanted to see how our op turned out during autographs, which unfortunately never happened. You see, somehow Jessie the ever so chilled out chick, decided to pickpocket his wallet. Somewhere as we were walking out to now, I still have no idea how she did it and I didn’t even know until three gorillas came to us. 

I swear to god, I am never trusting anyone again, ever. If it's the last freaking thing I do in this world, I will never trust another soul. I always end up being the one who either gets hurt, or the one in trouble as in this case. Cliff Closterman, the boys main bodyguard came at us as we were exiting the room. 

Flashback

“That was so fucking amazing Jessie, I can’t wait to see what that is going to turn out.” I told her as i was still on cloud nine. My head was floating as we gathered our stuff that I didn’t hear the commotion behind me. 

“Yeah, that was. Now come on let’s go.” She retorted as she pushed me out the door. 

“What is wrong with you? Your acting like you did something wrong, Jess.” I stopped and turned to look at her. “What the hell did you do?” Just the look on her face proved it. 

“Nothing, just, let’s go.” She looked back at the room the boys were in and then back towards me with a scream or yelp, I dunno. I do know we were faced with Cliff. 

Now if you have not ever had an altercation with Cliff, I absolutely advise you not to do it. He is so super scary when he crosses his arms across his chest and his face means business. I felt ten inches smaller than him as he stood before us. “H-Hi?” I tread with caution, “c can I do anything for you?”

“No, but you can follow me. Both of you.” He grabbed both of our arms one on each side and walked us back into another room separate from where we were before.” 

I tried my best to wiggle free, but damn he had a hold on my wrist so tight that I knew it would bruise later. I kept looking over behind his back at Jess who kept whispering “what the hell did I do?” 

 “I do? I didn’t do shit,” I kept telling her. “Fuck,” I said under my breath, I know how this is going to fucking end for me.” I suddenly had a feeling something terrible was going to happen. 

We get to a room and Cliff pushes us into it and shuts the door behind him and stands there like a big muscled man that dared you to move or try to escape, my heart was pounding and my body was hot on the inside, it was getting to the point I couldn’t breath. Moments later, the other door opened and two other big guys like Cliff came in and walked over to us. 

“Open your bag please.” One said so sternly and with demand to his voice. 

“Why do I have to open my bag? I didn’t do anything.” I tried to sound cool, but I don’t think that helped.

“Either we can do this here, nice and quietly. Or, we can go downtown and do it there not so quiet. Either or, it’s up to you. Now, open your bag.” His voice rose an octave or two, making my knees knock with nerves. 

“Fine,” I rolled my eyes as I put my bag on the table, unzipped it to let them look at whatever is supposed to be in there. “HOLY FUCK!” I said out loud as I saw it. How the fuck did Jensen’s wallet get in my bag? My mouth dropped and my breathing picked up considerably as I stood there feeling like I was about to be sick. 

“Sam? What the hell did you do?” Jess thought she’d play the innocent child card like she had no clue what was going on while she tried to get a look. 

“I-I-I-I di didn’t do anything, honestly.” My voice trembled as tears began to form in my eyes, I could feel them pricking, teasing me as they built up. My heartbeat also picked up a few notches as well,  so much that I had to sit down or I was going to faint.  

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s Jensen’s wallet” Cliff the guard from earlier came over to look in my bag to verify it was Jensen's. 

Suddenly, I felt two strong hands on each side of my shoulders lifting me from my chair, I tried to beg with them telling them it wasn’t me, that I didn’t do that. But thanks to Jessie, she sweet talked her way out of it and they let her go because they didn’t have any evidence on her to prove she did it. She got to leave, but not me. They took me to another room with only one door this time, and I was alone in this room with three big guys trying to find my escape. Eventually, I gave up trying to find a way out. I knew they went to go find Jensen, tell him they found the person who took his wallet, and he was going to have them lock me up. I just knew this. 

Thoughts after thoughts ran through my head the longer I had to wait, that I hid my face in my hands covering my embarrassment, I didn’t want to face Jensen when he walked in, if he even walked in. My chest sunk in when I heard the door open, I was scared to look up because I knew who it was just by the smell of his amazing cologne. When I did look up, my heart broke and my spirit fell when I saw the look in his eyes. I never wanted to be the one who put sadness in those beautiful eyes, I never wanted to inflict any kind of pain to him. But here I was doing that and then some. My first thought was here I am heading back to jail. 

Jensen walked over to me, then around and behind me. I could feel the tension between us that I was so scared to even move. He then made his way to stand  before me and I dunno if he was trying to be a good cop or bad cop, but my heart beat pounded so hard inside my body that my head felt like it was going to explode. The way he stood before me with his hands spaced flat on the table that separated us, he bent over a bit and looked directly into my eyes.  I knew I was in so much trouble.

"So, your the one who took my wallet?" His stance was lethal as he looked into my eyes. If you ever want to see Dean Winchester come to life in front of you, make Jensen Ackles mad. I swore I saw Dean appear before me. 

"I, I," I tried to speak but my throat felt dry and like it was closing in on me. He stood straight up and placed his hands on his hips, his eyes still baring into mine. I wanted to be sick.  

He cleared his throat, "Look, I don't know why you took it, or what possessed you to do such an act. But, I have to press charges.  I can't let things like this slide.  I will do my best to keep this strictly between us, and out of the public eye to protect your privacy as well." 

I heard him speaking, I really did. But my brain couldn't constitute his actual words after he said press charges,  I let my tears fall and my head take over. I just kept agreeing to what he was saying, I was heading back to jail. I couldn't accept that, I worked too hard to stay out of it, that I had to do something. 

Two guards left, leaving just Jensen, me and Cliff in the room. Cliff moved away from the door to file reports, and Jensen turned his back from me to answer a call.  I knew he was pissed, I mean who in there right mind wouldn't be? I took a deep breath, said a silent prayer on hoped things would work my way. I scanned the room and took another look around, then bolted the room so fast that I left my belongings behind. 

@deans-baby-momma @impalaimagining @grnsorrow

[stillbeautifulstilldean]

forever, Ox

Joe and Ox’s wedding day for @giovi-gee ! For the Wolfsong Discord Summer Exchange.

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Joe and Ox had been together for over a year when Joe brought it up. It was still early in the morning and they were lying in bed, legs intertwined with Ox’s head on Joe's chest, listening to the heartbeat he loved so much. Everything was still so new, them being together, finally being able to be the mates they were supposed to be. New, but also so very familiar because this was Joe, Ox’s best friend, the one he knew better than himself and the one he’d always loved. His heart stumbled when Joe pulled him tighter against his side, a hard line of muscle against his naked skin.

Ox had to get up soon, Gordo surely waiting for him at the garage with a grumpy look on his face and grumbling about Ox being late once again. It had become a habit of his, it was just too hard to get out of bed with Joe next to him and clinging to him like an octopus that never wanted to let go.

It was then, that Joe looked at him so softly, full of love and wonder, a crease forming between his brows in a determined expression. And before Ox could prepare himself Joe said, “Marry me,“ heartbeat stumbling like it never had before.

Ox’s mind was still clouded with sleep and he was sure it was a dream when he heard Joe's words- no, his proposal because this is what it was and Joe's voice was unsure but full of hope and so beautiful.

Ox was sure his heart stopped beating for a moment because what he was hearing was too good, too wonderful to be anything but a dream. He leaned up so he could look at Joe’s face. It was open and vulnerable, “What?“

It wasn’t what he wanted to say or what he had ever planned to say in a moment like this but Ox had never been the smartest and Joe Bennett managed to make him speechless once again. Joe intertwined their fingers and brushed his thumb over the back of Ox’s hand and for a quick second Ox remembered how Jessie had used to do that too and that it'd never felt like that. It'd never felt like that with anyone.

Joe pressed his foot against his leg and Ox got the overwhelming feeling of home. It made his heart ache.

“If you want. Only if you want. Just know that I want to. I want to marry you so, so much and I can’t stop thinking about it.“ Joe's voice was nothing more than a whisper but he wasn’t scared or embarrassed. No, he was in awe as if he had been waiting to ask for a while. Because maybe he had.

Ox’s face broke into a smile, “Yes, of course, I just thought- I thought we already are. Somehow. You know?“  They were mates and that was a forever kind of thing. 

Once again, he was perplexed by how little he knew about werewolves. He was in love with one but he had no idea how Joe worked. He was one and he had definitely no idea how he worked. But he wasn’t a natural wolf, he was bitten which meant he still had so much to learn.

Joe smiled a quiet smile, one that was meant just for him, “Yeah, we are. And we are mates and that is so much more. Being mates is much more than that. It’s a bond deeper than anything else, connecting our souls and hearts forever. And I know you don't have to take my name to be mine but don't you want to be a Bennett?  Then it would be legal and official and it would be on your passport and everyone would know.“ Joe’s voice was more a growl than words by the time he was done.

Ox had trouble breathing. “Yeah. I would love that. I would love that so much."

“Really?“ Joe’s eyes glowed red and he made a noise more wolf than man as if he hadn’t expected Ox to say yes. As if Ox would ever say no to Joe. Then he said, “Ox Bennett,“ as if he was trying out the taste of it, the words sounding beautiful out of Joe’s mouth.

“Okay."

“Ox."

“Yeah."

“Ox."

“I know."

Joe was silent as he studied his face, eyes moving rapidly, taking everything in, looking for what, Ox didn’t know.

“Make me a Bennett.“

Joe’s face broke into a blinding smile that must have been mirrored in his own. He wanted to kiss it away. So he did.

—

Ox didn’t have a stonewolf to give to Joe. And he knew it wasn’t necessary, that his word alone and the beat of his heart was enough to tell Joe how much he loved him. But Joe had given Ox something meaningful to represent his love, his trust and his devotion to him and Ox wanted to give something back. 

He didn’t have a stonewolf to give, so all he could do was to give him a ring. That was the second thing he was most excited about getting married to Joe. The first thing was getting fucking married to Joe. He couldn’t wait to be bound to him in every way possible, for everyone to know who he belonged to. And that Joe belonged to him.

Ox took Carter ring shopping who’d also helped Joe and Ox trusted him to make sure that he would get a ring that matched Joe’s. Ox kind of regretted that decision when Carter suggested to get Yiff forever engraved in his ring. All Ox did, was to give Carter’s shoulder a hard shove as he was trying not to laugh. But in the end, taking Carter had been a good decision when he smiled at him softly, nodding enthusiastically after Ox had laid his eyes on a beautiful simple silver ring and he knew that it was the one he wanted. 

In the end, when they were in the car on their way home Carter asked, “Next stop, lingerie store?“

Ox almost choked on his tongue, “The what?“

Carter’s laugh was mischievous and dangerous when he answered, “You know. For the wedding night,“ wiggling his eyebrows. 

Ox stared at him blankly, “I hate you so much right now.“ 

Carter only laughed harder.

—

It was hot on the day of their wedding, mid-July and the sun was burning down on them, even when it was late in the afternoon with the evening approaching fast. The ceremony would be in the woods, in the clearing, where they would feel most connected to the earth and the trees around them. Their territory. Their home. The light filtered through the canopy above them, wrapping everything into a golden glow.

Elizabeth, Kelly, and Gordo had done most of the decoration and had turned the clearing into a beautiful paradise of flowers and lights and magic.

There were chairs on each side of the aisle, just enough for each member of the pack. Tied to the back of the chairs were purple and white irises. They’d been Maggie's favorite and it’d been Joe’s idea. He'd thought it’d be a way to honor her, have a part of her with them on one of the most important days of their lives. When Joe had brought it up, Ox had never loved anything or anyone more than him in that moment, wondering how so much happiness could mix with so much blue.

Joe was wearing a black suit with a bow tie and he was sweating like crazy, though he thought the heat wasn’t the only reason. Ox’s eyes glazed over when he saw him and it gave Joe all kinds of nasty thoughts and he suddenly couldn’t wait any longer, eager for the night.

Carter walked Joe down the aisle and as they were approaching Ox slowly, Joe felt like he got punched in the chest. Ox’s eyes were so soft when he looked at him and he was sure that expression was mirrored on his own face.

There wasn’t just happiness, though. Joe could feel the blue coming off in waves off every pack member. As Carter was walking next to Joe, it was more prominent than ever who was missing and Joe was overwhelmed with grief at the thought that his father would never walk him down the aisle on the most important day of his life. He would never get to see this, would never see the day when Richard was defeated and his pack finally got to rest and live their lives. 

Maggie would never see her little boy standing at the altar, getting married to the love of his life, never would be able to help with the wedding preparations or laugh with them at Sunday dinner.

Their absence was a loss that curled around all of them so much it had become a part of them, no matter how happy they were.

Mark was the one officiating the wedding and he stood in the front, smiling at Joe when he and Carter reached the front. Carter moved to his place on the side as Joe’s best man. Kelly was on the other side as Ox’s and they were both looking incredibly proud.  

It was then, that Joe’s brain was an asshole that could never let him rest when memories of terror flashed before his eyes for a short, awful moment. The sounds of his screams, the feel of his warm blood, red and bright against his skin, the floor, Richards knifes. The smell of agony and tears and the feeling of absolute hopefulness. For a moment he forgot where he was, remembering when he was a child and that man came for him. That man who was made of nightmares and evil and took him, robbing him of his innocence and his childhood.

And at that moment Ox took Joe’s hands in his and Joe was back in the present, just like that. He only saw Ox and all the bad things in the world disappeared. And Joe relished the fact that he now got to have this. This overwhelming happiness, finally feeling like he belonged, with his home, his pack, his mate.

Sometimes Joe thought he was still in Richards basement. Sometimes he thought Ox was just an illusion. But Ox always managed to pull him back from that thought, grounded him with a simple touch, the hint of a smile, with nothing more than a whisper against his skin that said homesafemate.

Mark was trying to focus on Joe and Ox but everyone could see how his eyes kept moving towards Gordo. It was embarrassing and a little endearing, but mostly embarrassing.

It was a sweet ceremony, Joe and Ox didn’t once look away from each other, too caught up in their own world. Gordo refused to admit that his eyes watered but everyone was seeing right through him.  Chris, Tanner, and Rico made fun of him before they all tried to pull him into a hug but Gordo shoved them away. Rico called him a big old sap and Gordo rolled his eyes, grumbling to himself.

A warm breeze was whistling in the leaves around them and it blew over Joe’s skin and through his air as Mark pronounced him and Ox husbands. The others were cheering and clapping loudly, disturbing the birds in the trees. Joe smiled against Ox’s lips when he finally got to kiss Ox and Ox’s hands in his tightened.

After, Joe got a clap on the back from Gordo, a squeeze on his shoulder from Mark. A high five from Jessie. A thumbs up from Robbie. A tight, tight group hug from his brothers who he loved so dearly. He got his mom’s hand on his cheek as she looked at him with tear filled eyes, voice shaking when she said, “Your father would be so happy to see you today. And he would be so, so proud of you. Please never doubt that.“  He buried his face in her neck then, breathing in the smell of his mother, trying not to weep.

—

The party afterward was filled with all kinds of stupid games, dancing, and laughter.   Jessie had brought her girlfriend Matilda, who looked sweet as candy but was tough as hell. They were spinning around, barefoot in their Summer dresses that were flowing in the wind, the wildflowers they’d braided into their hair were colorful and messy.

When the sun disappeared behind the horizon and made room for darkness, the fairy lights and lanterns that Elizabeth and Mark had put up were bright and pretty in the trees, like thousands of fireflies under the stars.  

Joe and Ox's first dance as a married couple was clumsy and all over the place but they wouldn’t have it any other way.  The air was warm. The grass was cool. Ox's breath was hot against his face. Kelly had tried to teach Joe how to dance but he wasn’t really good at it himself so the end result wasn’t expected to be very good. But they didn’t mind because Ox was even worse. He was nervous and claimed to be too tall to be a good dancer. 

Joe smiled at that and said, “I’m just as tall, you know?“, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Ox blushed and pouted but his hands on Joe’s back tightened possessively,  “Whatever.“

Joe couldn’t wait to grow old with him.

There must have been something on his face that showed his emotions because Ox suddenly looked at him curiously, and he smiled so brightly when Joe said, “We're mates,“ sure as ever, as if nothing else mattered.

“Yeah. Yeah, Joe. We are.“

“We are married.“

Ox’s whole being was blinding, "Yes."

"I love you, Ox. I love you more every day."

There was a deep happiness inside of Ox that wrapped around his heart and tugged every time he looked at Joe. "You too, Joe. Do you have any idea how much?"

Joe reached a hand up and traced Ox's eyebrows, "I do. I can feel it. I can smell it. I can hear it in your breath. In your heartbeat. I can see it in your eyes. I never want to look away. You’re mine, Ox. Forever. And I will never let you go.“

—

Ox didn’t know for how long they had been celebrating but it was getting late and he noticed Gordo standing alone at the side of the clearing with a glass of wine in his hand, watching their pack with a thoughtful look in his eyes. Ox realized he hadn’t talked much to him that evening and he couldn’t have that. Gordo was his father - brother - friend and he was too important. 

Ox made his way over to Gordo and leaned against a thick oak tree right next to him. "I saw you dancing with Mark earlier. For a while. For a long while.“ 

Ox expected a snarky remark to hide the fact that the big, tough, Gordo had feelings but instead Gordo chuckled silently and said, "Who would have thought? That we would end up here one day?“

"You didn’t?“

"Did you?“ 

Ox looked at his family. Carter and Jessie were at the buffet, trying to see who could stuff more cake into their mouth, Elizabeth and Mark were chatting silently with each other, heads sticking together like they were trading secrets. 

He was a little shocked but not surprised when he saw Robbie and Kelly in their own little corner, hidden behind low hanging branches. Robbie’s hand was lying on top of Kelly’s, thumb carefully moving against Kelly’s skin as if he wasn’t sure if it was okay. Ox had been sensing the feelings blossoming between them for a while, it was about time Robbie finally made a move. Kelly was blushing as he was looking down at their joint hands.

Joe was nowhere to be seen but Ox suspected he’d wandered off, deeper into the woods like he always did when he wanted a moment to himself, needing to feel the leaves under his feet and the bark of the trees under his fingers.

He looked back at Gordo. His tattoos had been glowing brightly and colorfully all day. He was happy, Ox realized and he felt so green.

—

When the moon was high and bright in the sky they didn’t resist the pull any longer. The shift was easier for Ox every time he did it. His bones ached and pulled but it was uncomfortable only for a moment until his body sighed in relieve as his wolf was free. The humans ran with the wolves through the woods, leaving footprints in the dirt, twigs and leaves getting caught in their fur. The pack was howling until they were in unison, singing for their alphas and for the vow they took that would never break them apart. It has never sounded more beautiful.

Eventually, they went home, one after the other until Ox and Joe were the only ones left. They’d lied down on the grass in the middle of the clearing. They’d shifted back to their human form and the cold breeze of the night was cold against their naked skin. But they were comfortable in their nudity, enjoying to be so close to each other with nothing in between. Ox's head was on Joe's chest, tucked safely under his chin. His arm was slung around Joe's middle and their legs were tangled. His head was slowly rising and falling with Joe’s breath as he was listening to his heartbeat.

He was almost dozing when Joe’s voice pulled him back, his voice was soft, "I will love you forever, Ox.“

And how beautiful the steady rhythm of his heart was. It didn’t stumble, no alteration.

[henry-booers]

New Gang On The Block

Chapter 2: Cheap Hero Thrills

Summary: The new gang's brother wants to look at belches car, Henry is avoiding Sixteen like the plague. Sixteen offers vic a snapchat and a kind message to Henry. Also gross sappy family stuff with Daniel.

The next couple of days was, of course, a grueling couple of days, the weather grey and cloudy for some time before the sun finally peaked its face out of the clouds the coming Friday. Here we saw Henry and the gang smoking a couple cigarettes around the Trans Am, and the other gang walking the kids to their rightful places.

This was clockwork, both groups were creatures of habit and scared of change, though it was very obvious the Bowers gang had no idea how to deal with change. The rivals had brought absolutely no trouble unless provoked. Belch and Vic were in a neutral ground as usual, as Patrick steamed over what happened at lunch the other day and Henry was distant in his thoughts and paid barely any attention to anything.

The schedules were written down in his head, Sixteen was in his 3rd period, Daniel in his 4th, Jessica bouncing around a couple classes, and Tina in his 6th. The one on one analysis of these differing personalities was confusing, how many of those kids could live with each other.

Henry looked up as Vic elbowed him and pointed briefly in the direction of the schools. Looking over to the group he noticed the group glancing uncomfortably as Sixteen talked to one of the kids, point over to them, or more, the car. He could see them visibly sigh, and stand up to briefly lead the group of kids over to bowers. He tensed, so did Patrick, Belch was confused and Vic was nervous. Sixteen was also noticeably uncomfortable with walking up to them but didn't really act like it.

“Hey, guys! Dylan wanted to look at the car of that's okay, he's one of those boys, likes the way cars look and work.” The gang looked to Belch, in which he shrugged and Sixteen went to walk the kid around the car, Henry’s eyes on the whole group like a hawk. Same with Jessica, standing off to the side and locking her eyes on Patrick. The air was tense but the kid didn't care, he only likes how pretty this cool car was.

“Okay, Dylan we need to go inside and the others as well so we can make sure you are there on time.” Dylan nodded his head, Running off into Daniels arms and the group started moving again.

Sixteen looked to Vic, the Henry before waving at them.

“Thanks, guys, see you all later maybe.”

They did meet another later. In 3rd period Vic had sat down with Sixteen and Daniel. Daniel being himself gave a friendly and very energetic greeting, along with Sixteen but their greeting was more quiet but sweet. Both were very friendly people to everyone.

“What the hell did you do to the guys the other day?” Vic asked, raising a brow and leaning forward in his seat, hands in his lap.

“You mean at lunch?” Sixteen asked back.

“Yeah, Henry was pissed, Patrick was bleeding, and neither I or Belch got to eat because of it,” Vic grumbled, looking over to the teacher who started a video for the class to watch.

“You didn't get to eat! You should have said something! I always have extra food in my bag if you ever end up being late for breakfast or lunch.” Daniel piped up, Sixteen nodded.

“Man always has the good stuff, But anyway,” Sixteen sighed, then straightened up, “Henry is known to be dangerous to kids, our Henry is a freshman and has skipped a couple grades for being so smart and he happened to get cornered by Henry. Jessica informed me and I wanted to send a message and knowing how hard headed Henry is it needed to be a little pushier than I would usually make it.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Hurt one of the boys.”

“You hurt Patrick?”

“Threatened him, it was supposed to just be a scratch or a scar but Jessica gets very excited when I give her permission to use a knife, Henry seemed to panic at the thought of Patrick ever being broken more than he already is. Stormed out of the lunch room after Patrick was let go from Jessies hold.” Sixteen shrugged. They couldn't control a girl like Jessica, never will.

“That's fucked up, Patricks one of his closest friends.” Vic turned tot hem fully, looking at Sixteen and their body language.

“I know,” They sighed, “Daniel explain to him how much this family is to the group.”

“This family is a big ol’ thing with the love brighter than a thousand suns. We care about each other and help all the ones who have trouble. We have a girl with turrets, a boy with autism, Sixteen has gender issues and depression, I have a handful of my own problems, Tina has crippling anxiety, and Henry was fed dog food almost all of his life. We all have our demons, all of us do. We are the type of family that if you fuck with any of us you fuck with all of us, and not in the good way!” Sixteen snickered at the last comment, patting Daniel on his broad shoulder.

“We support each other, and I'm sure Henry Bowers of all kids has problems of his own to be acting the way he does. I won't allow him to hurt my family going from the kid that sits outside at lunch to the people that fit under this roof.” Their thick hair bounced as they moved forward to readjust themselves in their seat and raise their hand to answer a quick question the teacher asked. Got to get in that participation grade.

“You have some sort of hero complex don't you?” Vic sneered, his nose and brows bunching up.

“Don't we all?”

“I guess.” Vic looked around for a nervous second then avoided his gaze.

“Tell Henry if he ever did want to talk human to human sometime, I'm always around.”

“I doubt he would talk to you.”

“Tell him anyway, hell give him my snapchat, tell him to hit me up.” Sixteen tore off a piece of paper from their notebook, and wrote down their username and handing it to Vic. Who took the paper awkwardly and read the name, taking out his phone.

“Greenbeaver?”

“Old username, but its a funny story.”

[survivesalem]

Episode 6 - “I made merge!! Now I can keep dating my boyfriend” - Gizmo

I made merge!! Now I can keep dating my boyfriend because I'll make jury. I'm really excited to link back up with some of my old tribe mates. I'm also really liking some of the new people. I've already gotten further than I thought it would so now I'm simply vibin

Gizmo and Dylan have confirmed to me that Lukas is going around saying that Jessie, Mac, Jay, Brien, and I are a strong 5 that needs to be taken out. That's not true at all. While I am in an alliance with 3/4 of them, I'm only really loyal to Brien at this point. But it seems like he is shooting himself in the foot with this meddling, so whatever. At least this proves that Gizmo trusts me. I am thinking about throwing this challenge because I do not want a target on my back so early, but I am scared of an idol from Lukas. We will see how I feel by the time the challenge starts.

So I made jury . No idea how I actually did that probably because we only we to tribal once . Anyways I’ll give an actual confessional full detail later but I’m still vibing with my trio that needs a better alliance name and I’m vibing with Liam it’s nice to be back on his side again .

Gizmo created an alliance with Brien, Cameron, and I because he wants to go against Lukas. I like this alliance sans Cameron because I do not talk to them a lot. Gizmo seems really smart and is already spilling his idol hunt details. This alliance will help me go against Lukas later. I definitely have the votes to get out Lukas now. Me, Brien, Gizmo, Cameron, Dylan, Zach, Jay, Mac, and Jessie. One or two of these might not, but I have a strong feeling they will all vote out Lukas when the time comes. After this vote, I want to get rid of a nobody for an easy vote like Paolo. Then, at F10 I want to start going after Mac. I do not know what will happen after that, but that is my game plan right now.

there's literally no tea to spill. i'm just bored and wanted to write one of these.

Raffy wins immunity, kinda like that. I’ve heard Lukas’ name which is cute. What I wanna hear is who Lukas throws out. Do I get Liam to be a mole? We’ll see. Not sure if Raffy is as close to Lukas as I once thought but who knows, it’s always good to think of those suspicions. Plus when I say things to Jay and Brien about it, that will ensure they’d keep me over Raffy which is ideal. Jessie and I have shared what we’ve got, except me having the Idol and Nullifier. Sorry sis it’s too valuable for you to know about x Me and Liam are full on sleuths figuring out the idol system which is hot. Liam is my ride or die and I don’t ever see myself getting rid of the Aussie king. He’s too helpful to me.

OKAY my strategy for this vote is literally anyone but me! I'm scheming with Mac about targeting Dylan, Raffy & Zach! Jessie & Mac in the final 3 with me would be ideal. I think for the time-being I can work with Brien but he is also the only one that knows that Mac & I are really close. YA BOI IS WORRIED but I'm ready to SLAY

Made it through the first immunity challenge! I didn't win immunity but that's okay. This first vote is going to be nerve wracking just because of seeing where the numbers are going to fall. I think I'm safe, but that good good anxiety won't let me relax. However, no matter where I place now, unless its final 3, I will still be on jury. So that makes me relax a bit, I can only do as well as I can.

With my alliances, I plan on voting out Lukas. We also want to split the vote on Mac because he's been acting very aggressive in PMs, according to Gizmo. Apparently, Mac confronted Gizmo in PMs about being a duo with Cameron which is very weird and suspicious. Mac needs to go sooner rather than later.

The tribe is very silent at the moment which bothers me since this is the first merge tribal. I think this means that I will be blindsided during tribal council, but I will not be the one going home, so I will just keep to myself as I have been doing.

Going into merge. I personally haven’t heard a name besides Lukas. Maybe this is an easy vote? But part of me thinks someone could be bubbling. An idol? A secret majority? I guess I’ll find out! But what’s for certain, is that I’m worried because I don’t have all the knowledge.

Have really only heard one name going around today so this tribal seems straightforward. However, I have been on the wrong page before so you never know when that is going to happen again. Here's to hoping this all goes smoothly.

OMG YA BOI MADE THE FUCKING MERGE!!!!! This is my first ORG so a lot of this is a huge learning experience for me and I can now safely say I CAN make the merge in an ORG! Now it's time to kick it into gear and win this game I'm going to slay people and hopefully get myself into a good position. I'm extremely nervous. I'm gonna talk to Mac so we can like swap as much info as we possibly can and hopefully we can find a good middle ground and get a group of 7 together.

I'VE MADE MERGE FINALLY YES YES YES YES

** Host note, I think this was meant for the last episode, oops sorry**

MERGE BAYBEEEEEE! I’m here and I get to see my fake husband Liam! AHH! Unfortunately Alex was cut from making the merge. Now. I have a suspicion that Raffy *might* be with Lukas, along with Dylan and Zach. Liam mentioned to me that Dylan and Zach are close, with Raffy being friends with them and me having suspicions with Lukas and Raffy being a secret duo, that makes that 4. I have Liam, Brien, Jay, most likely Jessie, and Liam saying he can pull Paolo. Cameron and Gizmo are also rumoured as a duo which is something to look out for. It this first vote is an 8-4 vote with most likely Dylan or Zach leaving, you bet your buttocks I had a hand in that.

At merge, I already linked up with Dylan and Zach. They're both really good friends of mine and we just assumed we would work together. I feel down to work with them and Zach made an alliance called Toes for the three of us. I began to talk with Gizmo and Paolo about how their last tribals went, and I feel a really strong bond with Gizmo. He seems really sweet and he seems willing to flip on his previous tribe if need be. I gave him some excuses for why we voted out Keegan because I don't want to reveal my cards to him just yet. I did reveal some of my disdain for Lukas, however. How I see it is that if everyone knows I'm going after Lukas, then they will not see me as a threat just yet since they know where I stand. He told me that Lukas also rubbed him the wrong way which is a good sign for me. Paolo is going to spill the beans after a meeting he is in about the tribals he was at (which I already know all about). I promised to give him information in return, but I don't know how much I will tell him. I know Paolo in real life which I hope he is keeping on the down low, and I've seen him play. He is a bit of a rat, but I'll try to sue him out with our conversation. I need to link up with my alliance and get them to think that I'm not as social as I am being so they (meaning Mac) do not see me as a threat.

Gizmo is spilling all of his information to me. He sees Dylan and Zach as a strong duo which seems like indication that he wants to target them. He also wants to go for an original Tituba member because they have 5 compared to our 4 and 3. He made a mistake telling me this as I have Dylan's and Zach's backs, but I don't know when I am going to tell them. I want the focus to be on Lukas, so I don't want to reveal too much information that might shift the target on to someone else. However, if Gizmo is just going to sell his information for basically free, I am glad to take him under my wing as my rat. Brien says that he's liking Dylan's vibe which works really well for me.

Mac just thinks he can react to things and he will be good his doom in this game is coming sooner than later bc of the way he is playing in my eyes wether it’s by my hand or someone else’s we must wait to find out. Well we merged and I’m happy I made it however I think it’s gonna immediately be a mac vs raffy war and I will need to choose a side when I don’t want to bc I don’t want my 2 closest allies to be going at each other but I think I’ll just see where everyone else wants to go with this first vote and get in the majority bc there is no reason to make myself a target at this point. Some people may say im playing scared but I say I’m playing conservative and in this scenario it’s a good thing 😆. I’m gonna make my move at the right time however the timing is not correct at the merge. I certainly don’t think I’m in any trouble at this first vote maybe if Lukas has way his side may vote for me but i don’t necessarily wanna burn my bridge to Lukas as he has seem to have done with me smh. I consider myself a free agent for any group to use as a number at this point i wanna show agency so that everyone things they can use me as a number and if they wanna make a move they come to me about it.

New idol system, kinda. I feel like it’s more of an extension that a complete change. This adds the Love Spell which I have no idea what it will do. I have a theory it could be the binding spell, forcing two people to work with each other. If I haven’t mentioned, I have an idol nullifier. All I need is Olive Oil for my idol. That’s it. Olive Oil. The amount of times I’ve said Olive Oil in my host chat. Far too much. Anyways here is tea. Lukas told Liam that me, Raf, Jay, Jessie, Brien are a “tight 5” sis that’s a lie. A tight-ish 4 maybe with Jessie. Lukas wants the swapped Osbourne tribe to knock off this group, but I feel like he won’t include Raffy. Liam is my mole who’s told me so much, along with Brien, about who’s connected to who. Thank you social game <3.

[justjessame]

The Deal Chapter 18

I felt like I could breathe easier only when Dad, Daryl, and Hershel returned. The fear was still heavy, and it wasn’t lessened when Dad informed us that we were, essentially at war now. Daryl told me later that he’d learned as much from one of the Governor’s henchmen. That the meeting was for show, but in the end, it wouldn’t be worth shit.

I watch Dad as he takes Hershel aside, and wonder if he’ll ever be safe to mourn Lori. If we’ll all ever have an actual breather to just BE, instead of constantly having to fight and push.

It doesn’t surprise me when he takes Daryl and I aside later on. He wanted to share a caveat that the Governor offered him. Hand Michonne over and they’d be left alone. I share only a brief look with Daryl, my mind on Carl’s growing attachment to her. I shake my head and Daryl agrees with me, “It’s just ain’t us, man.” His arm is around my shoulders, holding me against his side as we look at my dad’s face. I’m not certain we’ve convinced him that handing her over is a bad idea. He’d do almost anything for a peaceful solution.

Later, I stand guard in a tower as Daryl and Michonne work together with Glenn and Beth to lay spike strips at the prison gate. When they come closer, I ask what’s the plan, and she grins up at me. She tells me that we don’t necessarily have to beat them, we just have to make it a pain in the ass to get inside. I chuckle and can see why Carl likes her so much. Fierce, yes, but also clever. A great addition to our little group.

When I walk back inside after guard duty, I can see Carol and Merle facing off. Moving closer, in case I have to once again step between Merle and another fight, I overhear her tell him to pick a side already.

“I’m only here for my brother,” Merle growls, still feeling about as welcome as a fucking boil.

Carol snapped back, “Yeah, well he’s with us.”

Merle smirks and answers, “No, he’s with Jessi.”

Dear God, I think, he truly doesn’t get it. Why Daryl sticks with us, all of us. He thinks that Daryl is just staying because we’re together. Shaking my head, I wait until they part, Carol going to check on my baby sister.

“You know that’s not true, right?” I ask when we’re alone. “He’s not just here for me.”

Merle gives a snort of disbelief. “Really?” He raises an eyebrow. “He wouldn’t even consider running off with me, girl. The only words out of his lips, aside from arguing about which way was the right one, was your damn name and how he had to get back to ya.”

I shook my head. “He loves me, sure, and I love him. But this group, we count on one another, Merle. And your brother is one of the most important people here. Trust me, he’s not just here for me.” Before he could argue, I walked away.

As the Greene family holds hands praying, my eyes meet Dad’s. I can see his uncertainty over the deal the Governor offered, but I also see something else. He’s seen her again, I can tell. He’s seen Lori.

Dad and Daryl take a moment to themselves as I take Judith for a bit of a walk outside. I’ve barely stepped into the prison yard, when I hear the two of them calling to me. Looking over my shoulder at them, I see a look of panic. What now?

“Merle and Michonne aren’t here.” Dad offers, showing a guilt that I didn’t expect. “He- we- there was a moment-”

I close my eyes. Of course Dad would go to Merle. Of course. And Merle, always willing to go with the WRONG fucking plan jumped to it. Opening my eyes, I waited for more fucking bad news. Daryl touches my cheek, refocusing my attention to him. “I gotta track ‘em.” Sure, right, absolutely. “Find ‘em before Merle does something stupid.”

Something stupid that my dad condoned and plotted with him to do. Why not? Another fucking goodbye. Another day spent in fear and worry. Clearly that was going to be my constant state from here on out. Using Judith as armor so I wouldn’t have time to fucking deal with the fear and worry, that would be my only course of pain control. Shaking my head, I turned away from both of them and walked my baby sister around the yard, not welcoming either of them to join me or to follow.

I miss a great deal during the following hours. I don’t realize that Glenn ‘married’ Maggie. I don’t notice Dad announcing he’s finished being supreme ruler of our group. I don’t vote for war or peace. I don’t even notice when Michonne comes back alone. I have done what I promised myself. I have thrown myself fully into the care of Judith. I won’t watch Carl to see if the harshness in his eyes has grown. I won’t watch Dad to see if his sanity is on the fritz. I won’t watch and wait and pray. Not now. Not anymore.

I’m bouncing Judith on my hip and making her a bottle when I feel Dad come up behind me. “Let me take her for a while,” he offers, his voice low. “You need a break.”

I shake my head, keeping her in my arms. “No, I don’t.” I manage, popping the bottle nipple in her mouth and kissing her forehead. “This is my focus now, Dad. Her. That’s it.” I don’t look up at him. I don’t want to see whatever emotions cross his face. “You and Daryl can save the fucking world from here on out. I’ll do the old fashioned kitchen baby shit.”

I walk away, not feeling like dealing with anything other than formula, diapers, and cribs. The rest of the world is madness, but Judith won’t know of it, not for now. Not on my fucking watch.

I’ve managed to go to sleep, a troubled nap while Judith has her own more peaceful version. I can feel Daryl’s body press into mine as he climbs into the sparse bed of a cell I’ve claimed. I add his presence to my dream, until I feel the dampness of his face press into the curve of my neck. Tears? What the hell?

I roll over, letting his arms stay locked around me and search his face. I know that pain. That grief that looks like it’s swallowing him whole. Merle’s dead. Gone. His face shows that he has no blood family left, and he doesn’t have to say it, doesn’t have to tell me what he was forced to do. I know, because it’s what Carl was forced to do. What Andrea had to do.

I pull his head to my shoulder and hold him as he lets it out. The pain. The grief. The anger. I want him to have the time to process, but that just isn’t the world we live in anymore. So instead, I give him this, the peace of me holding him while he gets as much as he can out. He’ll want to have a stronger look on his face when he really sits down with the others, and I give him that time to be able to force it.

“I love you.” I whisper, kissing his hair. “I love you and I know it doesn’t make it better, but I do.”

I feel him calming. The tears slowing, and then, when he’s collected himself a bit, he pulls away and looks into my eyes. “It does make it better.” He tries to smile, but he’s in so much pain that it’s fleeting. “I love ya. And that does makes it easier, somehow.”

When Daryl goes to talk to Dad and the others, he learns everything that I ignored. He returns and is astonished that I didn’t bother to keep informed. When I shrug, he pulls me to him and kisses me. “Ya can’t give up, Jessi.” His voice is fierce. “Ya can’t, cause then what do I got left?”

“I haven’t given up,” I correct. “I’m just refocusing my efforts to other shit.” At that Judith starts to fret. Standing I go to her and get her out of the crib, she needs a diaper change, so I do that, redressing her and holding her against my chest. “She doesn’t need any of this bullshit, and she won’t have to know about it for a good long time.” My voracity matches his.

“Glenn and Maggie are married now.” He whispers and I raise an eyebrow. Interesting. “Your dad don’t wanna be leader in the absolute sense.” I shrug. “And we’ve got a plan.”

I sigh. “What’s my part to play?”

I only return to the group after Daryl fills me in. I offer a smile of congratulation to the newlyweds, I nod at the others, and I sit with Judith on my lap as they make preparations for war. I find myself nearly screaming when Carol tries to offer some kind of fucked up in memorial of Merle, by admitting that he gave them better odds. I shoot a look at Daryl, but he’s barely listening. Thank fucking God, I think, because reminding his fucking brother that he at least did something good in his life, by Carol’s standards wasn’t exactly appropriate in my mind.

Dad’s plan, in between visits from Mom, is pretty simple. Pack all our shit up in the vehicles, just in case. There are a multitude of “in cases” but the two main ones are: in case we’re being watched, which has a good likelihood of being correct, and of course, just in case we have to flee. Michonne, I’m happy to see, has been accepted finally by Dad. I sense a tension between Dad and Carl, and feel a flash of curiosity about the source, but then Judith’s hand wraps in a loose strand of my hair and tugs, trying to get free.

Our preparations are finished quicker than I expected. My part of the plan is simple and safe. Judith and I are to take a walk to a vehicle that’s hidden full of supplies we’ll need during the attack. A walkie is with me, so Dad or Daryl can let me know if I have to beat a hasty retreat or to tell me it’s safe to come back through a code that will let me know if they’re only contacting me under distress.

The walk makes sense. I take her out almost daily, careful of the route, even if I rarely leave the gates. Anyone watching won’t bother with us, and if they do, I have more than one way to stop them from harming us. The rest of the plan is ambush. Make the prison seem deserted and then attack. Like trapped animals, they’ll be slaughtered, but at this point it’s the only way.

I leave when I’m told to. Walking as though Judith and I are just enjoying the sunshine. That we have nothing more in mind than a casual stroll. I reach the hidden car without issue, sidestepping walkers easily, and keeping Judith quiet. I lay her down on the passenger’s seat, happy to see whomever stocked the car put everything within reach so I don’t have to get out. Getting in, shutting the door and setting the locks on all the doors, I wait.

I can hear gunfire in the distance. Yelling, gunfire, and some other noises that I don’t want to consider. Picking up Judith, I push the seat back so we can sit comfortably while we wait for it to end. One way or the other, it has to end.

The walkie comes alive and my hand shakes as I lift it. Dad, it’s Dad’s voice telling me that they’re going after the Governor. He fled, with some of his followers, and so the fight has to continue on the road. I don’t have to ask who “they” are. Daryl will go, of course, and anyone else who wants to. But definitely Daryl. Another parting, another worry that I won’t get to say goodbye. Maggie and Glenn are staying behind to stand guard, he lets me know, and I know he wants Judith and I to return. To be safe within the walls of the prison that is now our home.

Inside the prison is a mood of jubilant victory, tempered only by the wait to see if Daryl, Dad, and Michonne are successful. I learned that I wasn’t the only one to sit the fight out. Hershel and Beth were waiting in the woods with Carl to defend them. My mind hadn’t been on anything except my part, and I am happy to see that we came through unscathed, so far.

Unscathed, but seeing Hershel shooting a look in Carl’s direction, I realize something troubling must have happened. Dad returns, with Andrea’s body in tow and a bus filled with Woodbury survivors, including Tyrese and Sasha, the two that Carl had found and Dad had pushed out. Hershel and Beth welcome our new members, and I see the hatred and anger on my baby brother’s face as he confronts our dad about welcoming them into our home.

Moving forward with Judith still in my arms, I try to get between them. Carl looks deadly, but he’s still my baby brother, so I hand Judith to Dad and pull him away. “What’s going on with you?” I ask, away from the others, away from Dad. “This isn’t you, Carl. This anger. This hate.”

His blue eyes, looking incredibly like Dad's, are flashing at me as his fists clench. “They tried to KILL us, Jessi. They all were a part of it, so why give them a chance?” I feel my heart clench. My little brother, so hardened by this new fucking world that he’d rather line up survivors and kill them all then consider they made a bad choice.

“No, they didn’t.” I whisper, reminding him that these people, the ones mingling in our group, stayed back. “You can’t just kill everyone, Carl.”

He walks away from me without another word.

[amnachil]

The High School Game Part 14

Here we go, hope you’ll like it !! As I said, the chapter in under the cut :)

Shirley DAY 104 Monday

Strangely, on Sunday, the young girl recieved a lot of message teasing about how abnormal she and her family was. She did not understood why, and she could not ask Dan, who was absent. Sam was not really aware of this, but promised to be with here on Monday, just in case. Also, they arrived together at the high school, and despite feeling all the eyes glancing at her, she was reassured by her boyfriend presence. However, Finn came to them when they reached the class.

"Hey, Shirley ! How dare you come here while you brother is a fucking freak ?" he asked.

She frowned, surprised. What the hell is he talking about ? Can't he let me in peace ? All around, their schoolmates were laughing, probably aware of something she did not knew.

"Come on Shirley ! Tell us how it is to live with a fucking gay ?"

"What ? What the fuck are you saying ?" she angrily asked.

The girl was stunned. Where did he found such an idiotic idea ?

"You don't know Lady B ? Please ! Everybody has this photo where he’s kissing another boy. Your brother, besides being fat, is gay ! He loves dick !"

They all laughed. Sam, as surprised as her, was unable to say anything. I can't believe this moron. My brother doesn’t love dick, fucking asshole. Go to hell. She clenched her fists and grumbled :

"Shut the fuck up Finn, you are lying."

"I'm not ! We all have the photo ! By he way, I wonder if he already had a sodomy ? Did he liked ?"

She felt tears in her eyes. This motherfucker was lying. He definitely was.

"What the hell is happening here ?" shouted Raphaël while arriving. "What are you doing guys ?"

"Making fun of Shirley and her dick-lover brother dude !" explained Finn.

The blond girl was not prepared to heard Raphaël's jokes. His laugh was the last thing she needed. Everything is his fault after all. This fucking devil humiliated her again. She could see Gregory, in stitches, as Finn, as Jessy. They all did what Raphaël asked. Enraged, completely mad and despaired, she rushed him. She gave him a kick in his balls, and started to beat him. She felt someone caught her, but she only was able to yell. I hate you ! I hate you all ! Two strongs arms pulled her back, and she was brought to the director's office in no time. I hate you ! I hate you all !

"She threatened him last Friday, yes. And she never hid her hate for him."

Shirley gave a pitiful look at Barbara. The class delegate and her was in Mr. Fisher's office. And she's telling everything is my fault. The blond girl knew this would happen. She was in trouble, now.

"I think she developed a rancor, and she decided he was respondible for all her sorrows. That's why she attacked him, despite he was only arriving, and innocent. She did not know how to react against Finn's jokes and just rushed her fictional ennemy."

Seriously... Anyway, her parents would never forgive her. Even Dan would be ashamed of this reaction. But to be honest, I hope this asshole is emasculated now.

"We can't tolerate this kind of behaviour, Shirley." stated Mr. Fisher. "Raphaël’s a nice boy, working hard and friendly with everyone. He did not deserve this punishment. I'll speak to your parents, but I'm thinking about an expelled from school."

"Mister, please." interrupted Barbara. "Shirley had issues in her family. And she always was an emotional girl, listenning to her heart. I'm sure she regrets her attitude and her actions. Be nice, an explusion is too much. Some hours of detention would be enough, I guess."

Mr. Fisher nodded. As for her, Shirley did not care. She did not regret. And she felt too depressed. Why Finn and the others made fun of her brother ? He was so nice and sweet ! He’s not a fucking dick-lover or whatever they said.

"Go out, girls." ordered Mr. Fisher.

Shirley followed Barbara in the corridor. She glimpsed Sam, waiting for her not far. However, her class delegate hold her back.

"In case you care, Shirley, I was convinced you deserved this expelling. I protected you because Raphaël asked me to do this. I told you, this war is pointless and dangerous. Be smart, and gave up, with him as with Gregory or whoever you offended. Nevertheless, I will always be behind you, watching for  the smallest error from you."

"I fucking don't care, Barbara." retorted the blond girl.

This evening, Shirley went home feeling depressed and pathetic. Raphaël did not left the nurse's office for the whole day (he was acting, however they would have call his parents) and everyone had stared at her. But at least, no one tried to tease her. Sam did his best to support her, but she was too sad. At home so, she was reaching her bedroom when she heard a weird noise from Dan's room. She knocked, curious. During a while, she only heard him moving, and then he shouted :

"Come in !"

The girl opened the door and entered. His brother, sat onto his bed, glanced at her. He worn his pajamas, which was weird at 19:00, and she saw a lot of wrapping lying around. By the look of his belly, round and distended, he ate the whole day. Anyway, she was not interested by his tummy, tonight.

"How are you bro ?" she asked. "People told me some weird rumour about ya today."

"What did they said ?" he replied, skipping her first question.

"Well, they said you're gay. But I know it's wrong, and I told them it was wrong, because you're not."

Dan lower his eyes. She felt the sadness took possession of him.

"Shirley... I don't know how to say it but... well... I am gay. That's not a lie."

She opened her eyes wide. No. No way. I just hit Raphaël to defend you.

"You know, being gay is not a sickness. I'm the same brother you always knew. I'm not different. We are still siblings. It's just my taste, that's all."

"Do you realise I went in the director's office and diced with expulsion because of this ?"

"I'm sorry, but..."

"Sorry ?! That can't be possible. You're not gay, that's not funny. What mum and dad will think ? And our sisters ? And what about our reputation ? Everyone will tease me now ! They just forgot me, and now, they will humiliate me everyday."

"I can ask Raphaël to protect you." whispered Dan with a dying tone.

"I don't give a fuck about Raphaël. He will throw you like a smelly sock, you know ? Please, tell everyone you're not gay ! Think about me. Please."

Her brother looked at her, and she saw a part of him disapear. He was crushed.

"I thought...." he mumbled poignantly. "I thought you would understand and be comprehensive about all this stuff... I was wrong. Please, get out of here sis', I need to be alone."

She stood up, crying, and left the room.

Gregory DAY 105 Thuesday

With a discreet moan, the young lad ate his last donut, satisfied. Despite his belly was already full from his sumptuous breakfast (bacon, scrambled egg, sausage, bread and milk) he had bought some donuts. Anyway, he was not bloated, only repleted. My consumption of energy is bigger now... Plus, he was especially satisfied since yesterday. Dan, Shirley's brother, just made his coming-out through a photo where he was kissing another man. Finn and the others had made a lot of fun with that, humiliating the blond girl. And this one blew a fuse, making a spectacle of herself. Plus, she hit Raphaël... It was so good. Gregroy took his can and drank, smiling about the irony of this situation. He finished quickly, burped and then entered in the schoolyard. He headed towards Finn and some teammates, but Kim, the new girl, hailed him. What is the matter now ? He barely spoke with her since her arrival. She was chubby, and not his taste, but maybe she could be useful. After all, she was here for three days now.

"Hi Gregory." she started. "Can I call you Greg by the way ?"

He silently nodded.

"Good, thanks. Well, can I ask you somethin' ?"

Again, he nodded (he was holding back a belch).

"I wonder why everyone call Shirley Lady Bellies ?"

He smiled. This nickname was so well-chosen, in light of Sam overweight. His fat tummy was the proof of her vice.

"Buuurp... well sorry. Shirley had a interest in... well-fed boys. She is kinda like a fat chaser, or whatever."

Kim raised her eyesbrown.

"Oh, I see. It's weird and kinda creepy... She did not know how it is hard to be fat, or what ?" she asked.

Indeed, being quite chubby herself, the newcomer had probably have been suffering from bullying during her schooling. However, Gregory did not care.

"Tell me Greg, why aren’t you captain ? You look perfect for the role... Is it because of Mister Perfect Raphaël ?"

"Yes it is." he was surprised by her tone. "Why ?"

"Man, I hate people like him and Shirley, who have perfect body and just took advange of it. Tell me if you want help in order to ridicule them, I'm in."

The young lad smiled. The newcomer was definitely interesting.

This afternoon, during gymclass, Greg felt stronger than ever (thanks to his constant snacking and energy drinks which gave him strengh). He finished 3rd on the running, behind Raphaël and another teammate uninteresting. And I wasn't to the max... I'm the best now... Nevertheless, he felt quite hungry. His belly gurgled. Sam, who was in the shower (Shirley was in detention today and tomorrow, and he came for exercise) next to him, smiled.

"Seems like you need some supply."

"Hell yes. I'm hungry everytime, I dunno why."

It was true. Despite eating a large breakfast, constant snacking donuts and eating then two meals at once at lunch, Gregory still felt hungry.

"I think you're doing a growth spurt and you need to bulk up." stated Sam.

Bulk up. Gaining mass muscle. Yeah, he had a point. Gregory was certainly bulking-up. It explained the whole thing. Because he was not fat. He smiled to his ex-partner. The boy, naked for his shower, revealed his round belly. It was rather a potbelly now. The constant eating, larges meals and lazy life he had chose took a toll on his body. And his gut supported the most of it. It was squishy, soft, jiggling with every move. Gregory stared for a while, smiling. He became a fucking fat cow. His pecs was history now, and he had two little man-boobs over his producting paunch. His arms and legs were slightly rounder, and his face hid a burgeonning double chin. I'm not like him. I have a fast metabolism, and I'm training every day. Yeah, I'm bulking up, for sure.

Liam DAY 105 Thuesday – 106 Wednesday

"Yeah, she was completely mad ! She kicked him in the balls !"

The lad was talking to Nate on the phone and telling him Shirley's last performance. This girl was crazy.

"Raphaël must be enraged !"

Liam took some chips, gulped them and replied :

"Not at all dude ! He went to the nurse's office, and that's all. Today, he was acting like if nothing happened. He didn’t even blame her !"

The goalkeeper was laid down onto his bed while snacking and talking. (Okay, that was unheatlhy, but teenagers are unheatlhy, remember ?).

"Well, Raphaël always was weird. You know my point, he's a mutant."

Liam laughed. They both were convinced of this. (Seriously convinced, no joke. Raphaël was certainly a mutant).

"Anyway dude, how is going Jessy's fattening ?" asked Nate.

"Slowly." answered the goalkeeper. "But I'm working on it. She's unaware of my intentions, and it's slowly effective."

Kim was his aim. Well, not Kim, but a physic like Kim's one for his actual girlfriend. (Anyway, he had not spoken with Kim yet, he was too shy.)

"Sounds good buddy. Are you doing everything Shirley told you to ?"

"Yes."

Lie. Well, half-lie. His friend taught him to constantly provide food for Jessy, during the whole day. Passive eating was, according to her, the best way to gain weight. But often, Liam ate half of his supplies before gave it to Jessy. (Yes, gluttony was his guilty pleasure, so what ?). Consequently, he often finished the day full, as much as her, maybe more.

"Okay, good. My mom call me for diner." informed Nate. "See ya ! Good luck with all this mess. And please, do not fear Kilian, I'm sure he is a sweet man."

"See ya. I'll do my best."

Liam hung up. (He told Nate his meeting with Kilian, and how creepy his schoolmate was. Seriously, who had a witch as mother, and a mafiosi as father ?). Looking through the window, he glimpsed Gregory and Thomas (Raphaël's brother) running. The young captain (because he was captain of the 10th grade team, obviously) was far ahead of the supporting striker of the 11th grade. They are brave... It was 20:00, and Liam was too busy doing nothing for training. (Yes, doing nothing was a great part of his life, but honestly, it was a great part of everybody's life). He did not exercise that much : gym class plus soccer. It was largely enough, and the nurse told him he was in good shape.

"Brother ! Time for diner ! Did you do your homework ?!"

Damnit, Chloe please. As an echo, his mother repeated :

"Son ! Time for diner ! Did you do your homework ?!"

He sighed. Being the only old man (his father left 10 years ago and his 3yo brother was not a grown man yet) in this family was hard. Really hard.

The next day, he did his morning workout being dozy. (Okay, morning workout because he was late and ran to reach the high school on time, but after all, this is a traning, isn't it ?). Once in biology class, he took a break to catch his breath again. Sat next to him, Raphaël smiled.

"Morning run ?" he asked softly.

"Yeah morning run."

(Knowing the team captain did a full running training every morning, this was a private and ironic joke). As always, it was time for a practical work, and Liam worked with his blond friend on a dissection.

"Shirley is watching us." whispered suddenly Raphaël. "Do not turn back."

"Why the hell is she doing this ?"

"Well, you're her friend, you must be more informed than I'm, but... I think she hates me and blames me for her brother coming out."

"What, that's senseless. I don't even understand why she blames someone."

To be honest, Liam did not care about gay or lesbian people. They made a choice, and he respected this. Their lives, their tastes. As long as nobody raped him (yes, Liam was an extreme boy) he was fine wih everybody's feelings. Suddenly, Kim walked near to us and dropped her dissected mouse on Raphaël shirt. She yelled :

"Oh my god ! I'm sorry ! Really, I'm sorry !"

Liam heard someone laugh, but he did not have time before Kim, trying to clean, fall forward. She tried to grasp something (like Raphaël's pants... Yes, Liam saw she tried to grip his pants). But failed and crashed against his captain, giving him a head-butt in the balls. This time, Gregory laughed so loud everybody could hear him, but the others were stunned. Well... please Raph' don't be mad... She just fell. Liam helped her to stand up while his captain headed slowly towards the door. He was walking like a penguin, but no one laughed (except Gregory, but Liam understood a long time ago this boy did not have brain).

"I'm really sorry." begged Kim. "I did not mean to hurt you ! I'm sorry."

Raphaël glanced at her. His cold voice made the whole class shiver. Even the professor, Mrs. Tran, stepped back.

"This is nothing, Kim. You just fell, do not worry." he said. "I'm going to the nurse's office. Liam, would you take my stuff when the lesson end, please ?"

The goalkeeper nodded. Maybe Raphaël was a mutant, but he was also awesome. Reacting like this ? It was a real and good attitude. That's why he is our captain and the most popular boy, after all...

Shirley DAY 106 Wednesday

Exactly like yesterday, the girl went to the detention room. This is a waste of time... This morning, Raphaël get kicked on the balls a second time, but she did not found that funny. She saw Kim,working her pratical with Gregory. They planned this shit together, for sure. And Shirley hated probably more Gregory than Raphaël. She sat in the class and glanced Kilian. The lad was here too, like yesterday. He was so discreet she thought he was part of the furniture. But I don't know why he is here... Sam tried to come, but the director understood their plan and told him he would be expelled. So she was alone with her strange schoolmate. Having nothing to do, she turned towards him.

"What are you doing here Kilian ?" she asked.

The boy, hid by his never-ending hood, stopped reading his book.

"I'm waiting. I can't go home too early, so I'm waiting here. The director agreed."

"Why ? You could be at the gymclass, or whatever ? Why stay here, in detention ?"

She could not understand. He was so weird...

"Well... I'm not sure I want to tell you."

"For the first time since we know each other, you reeled more than three words off. I guess you're trusting me."

"I'm not." he replied. "I'm offended by you, that's different."

What ? Why ? Again, someone blamed her. Could the world leave her ?

"I'm gay." he mumbled. "Like your brother."

"My brother is not..."

"He is !" interrupted Kilian. "You see, you're like the others. Being gay don't mean we are different, Shirley. Why denying the truth ? You're playing Raphaël's game exactly like Finn, Gregory and the others !"

"I don't get it. I'm not like those assholes."

She was surprised by his vehemence. And how the fuck did he know the game ?

"Come on Shirley ! You're saying your brother is not gay. He told you he is different, and you denied this difference, exactly like Finn, Tobias, Gregory, or even Sam at start denied your difference."

She opened her mouth, but did not reply.

"You know what ? I can guess everything you thought. You feared people's reaction. Your feared teasing. You were afraid for your reputation. For your family reaction. You were frightened they would not understand Dan's choice. You even asked him to deny his taste, in order to protect you. Am I wrong ?"

Shirley shook her head. She exactly did that.

"But have you, even once, put yourself in your borther's place ? He asked for you support, I'm sure he did. And you just threw him like a smelly sock. Gregory and you are not really differents, Shirley."

"How..." she was stunned by his logic. "How did you know all of this ?"

She felt pathetic. Kilian was true. She acted like a monster, and blamed Raphaël to hide her own frustration.

"I'm not talking much about me, as you would expect, but your situation hurt me personally. My father beat me since the day I did my coming out. My two older brothers call me the dick-lover, and they beat me too. My mother blames me for every single problem. My entire neigborhood hate me. I'm bullied every morning and every night. I can't bring friends home, and I can't play sports. I can't come to party. All of this only because my father fears that I will spread my sickness. My fucking sickness. Do you get it ? He fears my sickness."

Shirley never felt so heartbroken. How could I be so selfish ? She felt pity for Kilian. His plaster, black eyes... Everything made sense now. Even his skinny frame : he was probably ravenous. And she was doing the same to Dan. Exactly the same.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." he retorted. "You want to do something ? Find your brother and tell him how much you love him. It will be hard for you to get back his faith, but you still can. Your family isn’t dead yet."

She nodded. I want to do something for you too. You needs help Kilian, and I'm sorry for have been so blind.

"By the way." he added. "In case you care... Last year, I did a suicide attempt. Raphaël saved me. I will not tell you how, but he did."

Again she nodded. I'm so pathetic. I need to apologise... This night, she understood how lucky she was. And she promised herself to help Kilian, even if it meant ask the devil help. Because, maybe he was not the devil after all...

To be continued

Reals problems are here for Shirley ! While she pretend to fight the game, she’s also acting like her opponent... Will she be able to make up with Dan ? Meanwhile, Gregory found a partner in crime, and it’ll be epic... Is Liam the key to understand Raphaël, or is it Kilian ? Let’s see that soon !