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𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗼𝘅, 𝗖𝗼𝗱𝘆, 𝗥𝗲𝘅, 𝟱𝟬𝟭𝘀𝘁 , 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗸𝗮

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𝗕𝗶𝗴 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗭𝗜𝗡𝗚 @lune-de-miel-au-paradis 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗵𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 & 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 ⠀

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𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗜 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱.... 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁🙏🏻🥰⠀

It had been many months since The Chase between you and Wolffe, a very erotic, magic evening that you both throughly enjoyed. Since then your relationship with Wolffe had been perfect, the whole 104th was aware you both were a couple, Master Plo was happy for you encouraging your love, even certain members of the 501st and 212th aswell as their Jedi Masters. It felt like nothing could go wrong.

You had been on a couple of scattered missions with the 501st and the 212th and some back with 104th and your lover. But right now your back working at the Senate still continuing the fight for all Clones to be treated fairly and as citizens. The war continued on with no end in sight. You prayed everyday for Wolffes safety as he did for you, he often had Fox keep a check on you, not everyone on Coruscant felt clones should be treated right. There has been a few attacks on members of the senate you Senator Chuci included. Your friendship with Fox grew , he was forever looking out for you, always your back and you enjoyed his company even if it was only for short periods of time. Finishing up the days work your Commlink suddenly goes off “hello Mesh’la” a familiar gruff voice pops through the biggest smile on your face appears. “hello baby please tell me you will be back soon? Bunny misses you” you swoon, a low chuckle erupts from Wolffe “oh bunny you have no idea how much I long to hold you. But you will pleased to know we are due shore leave for 3 days and we are on our way back” you can hear the grin in his voice. A giggling girly squeal is all Wolffe can hear “I can’t wait” you say spinning around in your chair full of happiness, “I will be at 79’s for a catch up with others then I will be straight over to yours , maybe we could order some food ?” Wolffes tone a lot softer “ sounds perfect see you then” the Comm cuts off and you make your way home.

Finally home showered and a small glass of wine in hand you realise you can’t wait any longer to see your lover , so off you go rummaging through your closet picking out a baby pink bardot satin dress with long sleeves, short and figure hugging and a stunning pearl feature that wraps around your neck and falls into the dress so beautifully, brushing out your wavy hair, spritzing your perfume on Wolffe loves , abit of makeup and your bag your good to go. As you flag down a speeder cab “79s please” as you hop in a feeling of burning desire runs coarse through your veins the excitement of being back in Wolffes arms you couldn’t wait any longer. You longed so badly for this.

The cab driver drops you off outside and as you step out you can’t contain this excitement you hurry inside gently pushing your way through the crowded bar eyes scanning the room for the Commanders usual booth , through the wave of clones across the dance floor you spy Rex,Cody and Fox however from the look on his face you get an unsteady feeling arise in you… then finally as you step closer your heart breaks. As soon as you saw that your lover was holding someone else in his arms, your whole body ached. It was like a blaster shot, straight into the center of your heart. You felt dizzy for a moment and knocked the drink out of someone's hand, leaving a red stain on the beautiful baby pink material, as if the wound in your heart made it bleed. You've loved this dress so far. Now it's definitely going to end up in the trash because it’s ruined, just like the love you two shared. It felt your world ended.

Your fucking bleeding inside, you feel as if your heart has dropped , the loud pumping bass from the music seems to fade. The face of the other Commanders stare at you in shock their mouths drop open as if they were an animal caught in headlights of a speeder bike. Cody elbows Wolffe who turns to face you. His eyes wide his mouth open like he wants to say something but nothing comes out. Without a second thought you storm over to the table and pull the Twi’lek woman off of Wolffe “get your hands off him!” you hiss in her face pushing her out of the way you turn to face Wolffe, eyes burning from the tears threatening to fall down your face but you keep your composure as best as you possibly can.

“How could you do this to me?” You scream over the music throwing the nearest drink you can find straight over his face before smashing the glass to the floor and running out of the bar, Wolffe didn’t move only dropped his head into his hands , Cody and Rex try to comfort him but he noticed Fox has ran after you. He raises his brow above his cybernetic eye and he leaves the booth following you both.

You didn't even realize how cold you were from the shock until you felt something warm on your arm. You looked up and Fox was standing next to you with a concerned look on his face. Tears welled up in your eyes as he began explaining it was not what you had thought, trying to convince you your lover was not cheating on you. He had been standing next to you the whole time you for months, keeping a watchful eye over you just as his Vod requested and even though he was busy, he always took the time to ask how you were. How was work and were you drinking enough water. He was here, Wolffe wasn't. Just like now. Frightened, Fox notices the red stain on the dress. "Meshla, are you hurt?" “Hurt? Yes. But that's just some spilled wine” “don’t tell me lies Fox I know what I saw with my own eyes, how could he do this to me?” You break down in Fox’s arms. “Mesh’la I promise you with my heart this is not what you think it is, a few of the shinys were stood near our booth this woman walked past one of them shoved her, Wolffe stopped her from falling over” he says softly and continues “ He did not do anything she was apologising for falling into him. You must believe me” .

Without evening realising your own actions your leaning closer to Fox’s face his breathe fanning over your lips, those calloused thumbs wiping away your tears, you can’t help but pull him for a desperate kiss, your hands grabbing onto the nape of his neck , he holds you tight around your waist. A kiss lasting no more than two seconds you both pull away shocked at what happened. Upon turning around around you see Wolffe standing there his eyes look broken. He was just standing there , still not moving , but his gaze darting between you and Fox “Vod… tell her exactly what happened” Fox’s voice laced with concern for both of you. "Or maybe you two should tell me… is there something I should know? Hmm?" Wolffe asked coldly.

"I..I... You were away! And barely had time to com me. I thought ….” you stammered nervously

"What? I was doing my job, Meshla." and there you just got the famous and iconic Wolffe eye roll.

You've seen it, but it was never meant for you. Until now. You thought it looked good on him, the eye roll was his trademark. But now you hated it. Anger bubbled up in your stomach. You missed him , you saw him with another woman wrapped around him and all of this drama left a bitter feeling mixed inside you and it burst out with great anger. “Your job was to stay! To care!" you shouted in his face before turning to walk away.

“Ner cyar'ika Gedet'ye ibic cuyir not meg gar mirdir” Wolffe begs you stepping closer he takes your hands in his. His voice no where near as cold as it was mere moments ago when he found you and Fox. You cannot stop the tears rolling down your face as you pull with all your strength to break free from his grip “I can’t trust you anymore, y… you had your arms all over her! I-I saw the look on your face!!” Your screaming at him now pounding your fists into his chest plate as he tries to hold you steady, you cower at his touch feeling repulsed “goodbye Commander Wolffe” . You turn to walk away heart pounding in your chest. Desperately trying to keep ahold of you “please … p-please Mesh’la don’t leave me… please” Wolffe is begging you.

Angry , so frustrated and so confused, you grabbed the bottom of your dress just by the stain and took off running. “I can't do this, it's too much. I need time" you said to them. While running, you heard your name and nickname in two similar voices but in different tones. Your hair just fluttered over your shoulders, you looked like a runaway princess. You didn't know what hurt more, that you didn't trust Wolffe enough, or that you started to have feelings for someone else. Even if it was tiny, the feeling was there. This was not your behavior. You didn't want to hurt anyone, yet you ended up being the one who was hurt. Plus, even they were injured in the chaos you caused with the kiss. You cursed loudly. What should you do now? What's next?

6 months later you heart still hurts, you tried to focus on your work but at times you had to work with the clones. You remained professional and kind they were still your friends who always looked out for you. However your thoughts still lingered . You wish you could quit him, you wish you never missed him and told him you loved him every time you fucked him, obsessed with the thought of your Commander Wolffe the pain just grew and grew. Your tears are dried up now you just there without a sound.

You get a message through on your Holopad assigning you to a mission with the 104th, as you begin to pack your duffel bag and get ready to make your way to the GAR base, you can’t help but feel conflicted. There is nothing more in this galaxy you want than to see your lover but you don’t want to see him knowing he was hurt you let alone kissing his Vod a moment of weakness you knew deep down the feelings you felt for Fox were not the feelings you still harbour for Wolffe. Pushing the thoughts out of your mind you make your way to work to the Star Destroyer you are greeted by the friendly and kind Boost and Sinker “hello boys long time no see” you smile at them however your smile doesn’t stretch too far.

“Nice to see you again Senator we’ve missed you around here!” Boost blurts out.

It is lovely to see your boys again nowhere you can’t help but worry when you will run into Wolffe and the maker must not be on your side today because for you know it 𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗡𝗞!!! He walks straight into you as your turning the corner. You let out a small gasp looking up at him , those bright blue delicate eyes he loves. “My apologies Senator” he’s says removing his helmet his eyes burning down on you “how..ahem how have you been?” He asks inquisitively. Afraid to even look at him you answer back in a cold tone “fine thanks. I have work to do Commander” you walk away your heart sinking again just like it did the night you saw him with the Twi’Lek.

A few rotations pass and you keep your best to stay out of Wolffes way , yet when you do see him a few stolen glances in the cool grey corridors of the Destroyer, once or twice you may of brushed up against him in the elevator but oh maker you feel the intense heat between both of you. That desire hasn’t left you. His gloved finger tips grazing over you.

You try your hardest to ignore it all but your love for Wolffe has not gone and it never will. A hot mug of caf in your hand you sit at your desk scrolling through your reports ensuring all is correct before sending it off to the Senate a loud knock at your door “come in its open” you call out your head not lifted from your work.

“Mesh’la please can we talk?” It’s your lover , at first you don’t know you feel it takes a few minutes before you can look up into his beautiful face those gorgeous eyes captivating you each time. “Talk about what Commander? Do you need to review my reports?” You can’t help but keep the cold tone with him still fully not looking at him. Wolffe walks over to your desk sitting himself down at the edge his hand ghosts over your face before his thumb and index finger grab your chin “look at me mesh’la” his voice more demanding now, “ what Wolffe!” You don't want to look up to his golden and cybernetic eyes,those gorgeous eyes you missed so dearly ,so you focus on the floor even though his grip around your chin tightens. It's better if you stay calm and cold. You cant afford to fall in love any deeper than you are and get hurt over again. You can't take anymore pain. Your always gonna want more from him. More of his time, more of his love and more of his touch. "Please look at me" he repeats, but this time in his sad tone you notice something darker. That voice he used to speak when you two were intimate. Shivers run through you and you slightly bit your lip to stop your moan. So you look up. Big mistake. When your eyes meet. You see everything. The desperation, the need, the love he feels for you. It's too much, but you can't hold yourself back anymore. He was your soft spot, your weakness. You knew that you were always gonna belong to him.

And in that moment his arms pull you up onto him , his muscular arms seem even bigger than when he last held you , those shoulders even more broad than usual. You both just hold each other tightly for what seems like a peaceful eternity finally Wolffe breaks the embrace those beautiful eyes filled with lust his pupils are dilated so wide , he is focused entirely on you. You recognise the desire in his gaze. His hands start to explore your body his mouth roaming over your exposed neck “Wolffe” is all you can softly moan out as your hands trail over his shoulders.

He groans “mmm my mesh’la I’ve missed you so much” then he crashes his lips to yours , his kiss is over powering , assertive you’ve missed this. “You know I can take you straight to heaven if you let me, I can make your body levitate mesh’la. Now let me” he says his voice dripping with pure desire , pure love. You open up your mouth as your tongues explore the inside of each others mouths. Slowly he begins unbuttoning your work blouse ripping it off you throwing it across the room. “You promise me it wasn’t what i thought it was?” You say between the intense kissing your hands unclasping his armour piece by piece. “No never your mine mmm only all mine bunny and I’m yours” that’s all you needed to hear.

You step back from the heated embrace and begin to strip yourself achingly slow removing your regulation skirt letting it fall to the floor you step out of it in just a sheer black lace bra and matching thong still wearing your heels, before long you begin to take off your bra and pull your hair out of the tight bun it was in letting it fall across your shoulders. Wolffe cannot take his eyes off you as you begin to walk over to him his half undressed state sending red hot fire all through your body. You start making your way around his body in a circle your hand brushing over his toned stomach then up his back to those broad broad shoulders , he turns to watch you over his shoulder letting out a low growl.

“Strip for me Commander , if what you promised me was true I want you to now show me it’s true, take your bunny” your voice dripping with filthy desire. And as the obedient man he is , only for you, he strips right down to his boxers you can see his rock hard length dying to escape. You stand infront of him for only a few moments bend over and place kisses over his clothed cock his groans are enough to make you cum your wet pussy clenching around nothing. You look up at him your sparkling blue eyes burning with the need of wanting your Commander to completely fill you up “is the Wolf going to take his pray? Take what is his?” You swoon up, your lips slightly parted.

Before you can even catch your breath Wolffe lunges at you pushing you up against the wall forcing your legs apart as he pushes his thick thigh between you , his hand trailing down your naked stomach pushing your thong to the side the cool air hitting your wet little pussy suddenly he forcefully shoves two thick digits inside you pumping away furiously “mmm FUCK” his fingers curling into that spot he knows you love “m-more please uhh” between panting and moaning your eyelids flutter at his touch “use your words little bunny” his voice so dark so ardour. Wolffes teeth sink into the soft flesh of your neck leaving bite marks to let the galaxy know there is only one person for him and that person is you. His fingers faster not letting up he can feel your close “I’m uhh so close nghhh” you can barley breathe as you can feel yourself reaching your climax “relax Mesh’la I got you now let go let me feel those beautiful juices” he rasps. His free hand now closing in around your throat while his eyes never leave you. He wants to see your face as you cum for him.

Bolts of pleasure wash over you it’s intense it’s incredible your legs shake as Wolffe loosens his grip on you. Pulling his fingers out from he he takes them to his mouth sucking every last drop of your sweet tangy juice he can get “mmm you taste so fucking good bunny” he gives you a long deep kiss before spinning you around and pushing you hard against the wall of your office. Again the same question left your mouth “ you promise me it wasn’t what I thought it was?” Gasping as you feel Wolffes thick hard cock pushed against your ass , his hand moves back up to grab onto your throat leaning your head back onto him so he can see your beautiful face “I said no. I am no Di’kut, she isn’t Ner cyar’ika”. His tone has become more dominated than it was before even thought it was only a whisper. You scramble to pull his boxers down so needy for his cock, Wolffe chuckles into your shoulder before biting into you again hard sucking and kissing that sweet spot on your shoulder. “Oh my bunny you have no idea what you do to me” his voice barely above a whisper as he begins teasing your wet core with his velvety tip. Sliding up and down your dripping sex the teasing is almost too much. Your desperate to feel him back inside of you. Ruining your tight pussy.

He doesn’t even give you a second before he slides into your soaking wet folds in and out at such a forceful pace, the stretching almost unbearable at the beginning “relax mesh’la” he soothes against your ear before his continues his relentless pounding , the drag of this thick hard cock inside you sends your vision blurry you become light headed the pleasure was intense it felt so good to be filled up again by your lover.

“Mmm fuck mesh’la!! You take me so well don’t you” Wolffe panted planting your neck with little kisses before removing his grip on your neck and moving it down to your hip holding you tight you know your already bruising , his free hand tormenting your clit rubbing circles against your swollen sensitive bud, this feeling it’s over taking you, you try to wriggle away “don’t you dare” Wolffe snarls into your neck only making his hold on you tighter “don’t be a little brat when you know I fucking love you bunny” his growling is sending over the edge all you can do is let out lewd filthy moans crying out his name “uhh Wolffe mmm I’m… gonna mm cum” you sound so desperate right now “let go for me” he pants into your neck biting on your delicate tendons. It was all too much your body reaches its climax as you arch your back your hands clinging onto his body , this huge wave of pleasure washes over you you pure ecstasy. Shaking against the wall your legs would buckle and give way if it wasn’t for your lover holding onto you. Wolfee continues to fuck you long hard fast strokes riding you through your high , the filthy sounds of wet squelching as his thrusts become more jerky. Wolffe shoves two fingers in your mouth to tilt your head back.

You keep grinding against him your pussy clenching so hard you want to milk him for all he has , your sounds almost like sobbing as you feel yourself on the verge of cumming again , the warm panting of Wolffes breathe against your neck as he moans your name you feel his warm seed shoot into you filling you up just how you wanted and you let yourself go all over his quivering member, his cum leaking out of you dripping down your thighs. Both of you slump forward as he removes his fingers from your mouth and grabs onto you like he never wants to let go. That pure feeling of love is back radiating between the both of you. A loud knock at your office door snaps you both back into reality

“She’s busy!” Wolffe shouts rather annoyed , you can’t help but chuckle if your face wasn’t red from the love making it sure is now.

“Umm sorry Commander we just stopped by to check on the Senator, we umm heard screaming so wanted to ensure she was safe” a little pause “thats Boost!” You giggle trying to hide your face. “As I said … she’s busy get back to work trooper!” Wolffe says as he begins placing tiny kisses across your shoulders.

“Sir, Yes sir!” You hear the footsteps wander off down the hallway. Wandering over to your desk to pick up your clothes you can’t help but look over at your lover his face full of pride “do you think they heard?” You ask sheepishly “I don’t care Mesh’la I told you your mine and only mine as I am yours”.

A few days had passed the mercy mission Master Plo and The Wolfpack had been sent on was a success. There had been many whispers among the clones and generals alike that there was a disturbance in the force, someone plotted the war on purpose playing both sides. Something didn’t sit right but you tried to push those thoughts to the back of your mind. Maybe you’d speak to Wolffe about this. Maybe he can help. You knew the 501st had been on quite a few tough missions so you were looking forward to a catch up with them at 79’s when they return for shore leave.

On your last night the Star Destroyer is heading back to Coruscant only another 10 or so hours before your back , whilst cuddled upto Wolffe in his private quarters he can feel how tense you are you’ve not really spoken a word all evening. “What is bothering you mesh’la?” He says tracing circles with his calloused fingers into your naked skin, his voice is laced with concern. It took you a while to answer … “ I’m not sure Wolffe I know we are closer to the end of the war it just feels like something isn’t right… I’ve been hearing things within the Senate and I I don’t know it’s making me question everything” you say still deep in thought staring blankly at the grey walls in-front of you. “Try not to worry mesh‘la” is all the battle hard Commander can say as he begins peppering your neck with his gentle kisses pulling you in to his embrace tighter.

You’d all been back for a couple of days , as much as tried to spend more time with Wolffe and this dark cloud looming over you , you had to finish off your work in the Senate , attend meetings, listen to new bills pass. It was becoming extremely stressful. Upon leaving you run into Fox he gives you a courteous nod, there had never been any tension since that night. Fox was your friend and your lovers Vod, it also seems there was no issues between Wolffe and Fox. That made you happy.

Later that evening you and Wolffe pop into 79’s for a few drinks , why not you think it’s been tough at work and still you can’t shake this feeling off dread. As you are walking through 79’s it may be packed , the music booming , several people dry humping each other , Wolffe’s arm possessively around your waist. You both slip into a U shape booth along with Rex, Cody and Fox they are quiet clearly deep in conversation.

“Evening boys” you smile typical Wolffe gives his usual grunt. “We know this goes higher” Cody says taking a sip of his whiskey before a deep sigh. You can help but notice the worry washing over their faces. Wolffe takes a large gulp of his whiskey and opens his mouth, before he speaks Rex suddenly blurts out “the nightmares” the table goes quiet.

“My troops have mentioned this… Tup… Fives” Rex shakes his head. Only a handful of people know about the two members of the 501st going into hiding. “Kix.. he is doing his own little investigation however we can’t seem to make much progress due to future battles” Rex says. Cody, Fox and Wolffe share a glance. “ we should speak to Master Plo” you say staring at Wolffe, the others look at you in agreement. “Wolffe?” You say resting your small hand upon his rather large gloved hand. “Let’s discuss this later Mesh’la” he says leaning across to kiss your temple. As both get up to leave calling it a night you bid goodbye to the others turning to Wolffe “Rex he seems very distressed , sometimes I question if he is the same man” you say with a heavy sigh. Wolffes arm grips around your waist tighter. “Rex nearly lost Echo at the Citadel… then Umbra happened it shook his trust in the Jedi slightly. Then having to loose Fives and Tup, our brothers. The war is taking a toll on us all” his eyes now firmly planted on the ground. You take his head in your hands lifting up slightly to look in his eyes “it won’t be forever baby” tenderly placing a kiss on his lips your hands snake round to grab the nape of his neck , he breaks the kiss ever so slightly and whispers to you “Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum” smiling into his lips “I love you too Wolffe”.

Some time passes the war seems to drag on but that uncertain feeling still plagues you. A many thing had happened since your evening in 79’s with your lover and his Vods. After the issue Ashoka had being wrongly accused you missed her she became a friend, you knew deep down it could not of been her , she dedicated her life to the Jedi order and she would not harm others. A loud knock on your apartment door brought you back to reality. “Coming!” You should as hurriedly throw on your long cream silk dressing gown as too open the door you see Fox stood there with Wolffe slumped against him “He took a hard knock to the head , our medic checked him over he just needs rest” Fox tells you , his eyes tired and blood shot they both walk into your apartment. “Take him to the sofa please I’ll make some tea, would you care for some?” You say as you wander off into the kitchen. Fox calls back slightly louder his voice trembling “No thank you mesh’la I have to attend to the paperwork”.

“Are you sure?” You smile warmly at him as you grab the teacups out and start preparing everything. “Yes thank you for your kindness. Please look after Wolf’ika tonight” he nods and smiles before placing a tiny kiss on your temple. In your front room Wolffe lays on the sofa he has removed his helmet but this look over his face fills you with an uneasy feeling and you can hear him muttering something under his breath “good soldiers follow orders”. At this point your practically on top of him holding his face so he looks ar you, this trance like state worrying you with each second passing. “Wolffe what happened? Talk to me please” your eyes wide with sadness and confusion. Your lover begins gripping the bridge of his nose as if to stop a painful headache… his eyes squeezing shut, his brows covered in beads of sweat… “Wolffe!”.

His groans are weak but as it it never happened he seems to snap out of it. His gaze finally meets yours “she is a traitor!” Snarling the words as he looks into your twinkling blue eyes. “Who?” You can barley muster out. “Commander Tano she was found with Asajj Ventress on the lower levels along with same explosives used at the temple bombing” his words cold shooting through you like a bolt of lightening.

You take a sip of the placing it back down “No she couldn’t of Ashoka would never do that” you protest before standing up and making your way to the large windows in your front room. Looking out you can see the temple in the distance some smoke still billowing.

Without fully noticing you feel Wolffe stood behind you his breath hot and heavy against your neck his large calloused finger tips digging into your hips pulling you into his usual possessive hold. You feel his lips trace over your neck heading towards that sensitive spot he begins kissing softly before lunging his teeth directly into your neck. You let out a whimper as Wolffe bits and sucks into your neck murmuring the same words he did when Fox brought him in “good soldiers follow orders” rather than the usual wave of pleasure that would over take you heating your core a feeling of dread takes over ….

To be continued

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[this-haunted-soul]

Sovilderic

A cosmoderic gender that is connected to the Little Girl's ⟨ from identity V ⟩ " source of evil " costume . This gender may also be connected to the character , but does not have to be and depends on the user .

Full costume is shown below :

[ID: There are five stripes going vertically, the middle one is a lot wider than the others. The colors go as follows; matterhorn dark gray, dusty gray, satin linen, dusty gray, and matterhorn dark gray. Then there are 5 stripes going horizontally that cut the matterhorn dark gray and dusty gray stripes into squares and the satin linen stripe into two rectangles. The horizontal stripes slowly shrink as they go closer to the middle, making the middle stripe the smallest. The five stripes' colors go as follows; ceramic white, barley white, off white, barley white, and ceramic white. End ID]

[ID Two: The same flag as in the first ID, but with a character in the middle. It is a little girl with her back facing away while looking over her shoulder towards the viewer. The little girl has yellow eyes and is smiling. She has long and wavy blonde hair and is wearing a headpiece. The headpiece has a see through fabric in the shape of a frilly headband that spikes out at the edge of it, resembling the ears of a goat. On top of it is lined with gold roses and two tiny gold horns. She is wearing a light yellow dress that has see through puffy sleeves that go halfway down her upper arm and is tied at the bottom half with a darker yellow ribbon. There is ruffles on top of the sleeves that go as far as her shoulder. She also has black gloves that go all the way up her arm and there is a cotton wristband on her wrist. On the back of the dress there is a ribbon with a cotton ball on top, resembling a little goat tail. End ID Two]

[PT: Sovilderic

A cosmoderic gender that is connected to the Little Girl's (from identity V) "source of evil" costume. This gender may also be connected to the character, but does not have to be and depends on the user.

Full costume is shown below: End PT]

[ID Three: The little girl is standing on a transparent background and her full body is shown. She has yellow button eyes with white x marks in the middle. The girl has long, blonde, curly hair and wears a headpiece. It resembles a fancy headband and has three parts. The first part is a see through frilly fabric that sticks out at both sides and resembles goat ears. The second part is the gold roses sitting on top of the see through fabric. The last part of the headpiece are the two gold goat horns sticking out. She wears a puffy white dress that goes down to her knees with many gold details. The sleeves are seethrough, puff out, and go down to halfway down her upper arm and are tied at the bottom with a gold ribbon. She has a cotton collar that goes around her neck and a low neckline thats lined with cotton. At the middle of the neckline is a bow that has four loops and resembles something close to a circle. She also has black detailed gloves that go all the way up her arm. Next to her is a tiny floating doll. One of the doll’s eyes is a black circle while the other is a dark red x and its mouth is a zigzag. It has dark brown hair and long brown horns that point to the back of its hair. It has a dark dress that goes down to its feet and the sleeves go halfway down its upper arm. The dress is puffy and its shoes are black. End ID Three]

[let-me-love-you-loki]

Nowhere to Run-Ch. 3

Chapter 3

           I was tired. There was no other way around it. All I wanted was to turn around, grab my bags, and go straight to the hotel. Curl up in my bed and watch trash TV to forget the weird thoughts that were going through my head. It was one thing to think Sammy was adorably cute. Or that Santana was good looking in a bad-boy sort of way. But it was a completely different thing to look at my boss—to look at Chris Jericho—and think the things that ran through my brain.

           Sammy had come in to get his cue cards, not bothered one little bit that the last one had to be redone. He’d grinned and flung his arm around my shoulder. “It’s all good, Kat. Not your fault. Chris has a way of fucking with people like that.”

           “I guess,” I’d replied with a chuckle, trying really hard not to look him straight in the face.

           Afterward, I’d made sure that every member of the Inner Circle had everything they needed for the night. Jericho had taken Floyd with him. Sammy had picked up his cards. Jake was on ringside duty, so all he needed was his Inner Circle Original leather vest. Santana and Ortiz already had their flags and bandanas. I was thankful. Honestly, I just wanted to hide backstage until everything was over and I could disappear.

           “Hey, Kat!” I heard my name and my heart tightened as I turned to see who it was. Thankfully, it was Tony Khan and not my other boss.

           I let out a relieved sigh. “Oh, hey, sir… uhm… T.K.”

           Tony grinned, dimples popping on his cheeks. The boss was good looking. Nobody denied it, but nobody really mentioned it either. “You’ll get used to it, I promise. Listen, we’re short a ringside tech tonight. Can you fill in for Tara?”

           My heart dropped into my toes. Well, I thought, there goes my getting out early. I forced a smile and nodded. “Sure! I’ll see if I have my polo in my bag.”

           Tony reached out to give me a fist bump. “If not, that’s okay. We’ll find you one.”

           I sighed and turned back toward the back room where I’d dropped my bags when I’d arrived. Exhaustion already kicked through my limbs as I dug through my luggage. Luckily I had my polo, but it had been shoved down into the bottom so it was wrinkled. Ugh… I looked at the clock, trying to figure out if I had enough time to take it to wardrobe and get it steamed.

           Before I wasted anymore time, I grabbed the shirt in my fist and took off running. I had five minutes to showtime.

***

           “Well fuck,” Jericho swore as the laces of his boots snapped beneath his hands. He yanked the lace from the boot and limped over to his gear bag, searching for a replacement. “Shit.”

           When he couldn’t find one, he grabbed his boot and started down the hall toward wardrobe. Everyone else was dressed out and ready to go. He was lagging and he wasn’t happy about it. Hell, he’d lace his boot in gorilla if he had to.

           He turned the corner and stepped into the wardrobe room, already looking around for a spare lace. Samantha, the head of wardrobe, was talking on the other side of the curtain. This close to showtime, it had to be one of her assistants. Nobody but Chris Jericho would be this late.

           “Hey,” he said as he peered around the edge of the curtain. “Do you have—”

           He stopped, mouth snapping shut as he realized that Samantha wasn’t alone. The wardrobe head held out a black AEW polo shirt to her companion, who stood a few feet away with her back turned in jeans and a black satin bra. Deep brown hair tumbled down her spine in a tumble of wavy curls. He couldn’t look away from the way her hips flared and the way her jeans hugged every curve and line of her body.

           Jericho started to turn on his heel and back away. Then he caught sight of the ID lanyard hanging from one of the belt loops.

           It was Kat.

***

           I tugged my hair up into a ponytail and checked the clock. Two minutes to live show. I had to run to the ringside area. Not run. Sprint.

           Jericho was waiting at the door to wardrobe, one of his boots in his hands. He looked up when I got close. “Hey… do you know if there are any extra laces hanging around?”

           “Uhm,” I glanced back over my shoulder toward wardrobe. “I think I saw one on the table by the curtain. Want me to grab it?”

           He looked me straight in the face, something strange in his eyes. I waited, watching him turn his boot over and over in his hand, anxiety ripping through me as I listened to the imaginary clock in my head. Time was ticking away before I had to be ringside and Jericho was wasting valuable seconds.

           “No, no,” he said softly, shaking his head. “I’ll grab it.”

           I stepped out of the way and took off at a run toward ringside. My heart pounded in my ears as I skidded along the floor mat and knelt by the timekeeper’s area. I took a deep breath and begged silently that I’d never show up on television.

           The show kicked off with a tag team match between the Best Friends and the Young Bucks. Ring jackets got tossed over the top rope, and I stayed low to the ground as I grabbed them and pulled them out of the way. Match after match, I grabbed gear and horded it away in my lap, carefully folded and organized so I could give it back to the wrestlers backstage.

           An hour into the show, the Inner Circle was part of an eight-man tag match with members of the Pinnacle. I tried to hide my disgust as MJF made a series of crude gestures in my direction. I would be happy to see him get his head bashed in during the match.

           Judas blared through the speakers and the crowd went absolutely insane. Off key singing rang through the humid Jacksonville night, and I couldn’t help but smile. As annoying as being the Inner Circle personal assistant could be, it was fun to watch them wrestle, to interact with the crowd. It reminded me why I’d come to love this business so much—even if it hadn’t been my first career choice.

           Santana, Ortiz, and Sammy winked as they walked by, climbing up onto the apron and through the ropes. Hager and Jericho were the last ones to the ring, eyes straight ahead. They climbed the steel steps and stood in the middle of the ring as the crowd belted out the last lines of the chorus of Judas. Then, one by one, they shrugged off their leather vests and tossed them underneath the bottom turnbuckle. When I grabbed them, I made sure to put Jericho’s on top.

***

           Jericho sank onto the ropes, doing his best to hold himself up. The match was nearing its end, and he was glad for it. He’d been doing this for thirty years and the rhythm of the ring hadn’t changed. He was winded and isolated. Sammy was all but knocked out by the steps, Wardlow hovering. Santana and Ortiz were doing their best to keep FTR on the other side of the ring. The only one left was MJF.

           The little loudmouthed prick stalked close to Jericho and smirked. He got in his face, shouting and swearing. “Hey old man,” MJF said, pointing toward the audience. “What’s your little bitch doing out here?”

           For an instant, Jericho didn’t know what he was talking about. Then he followed the direction of MJF’s finger. His eyes landed on the timekeeper’s area—on Kat Prince sitting there on the floor with their gear jackets in her lap. She watched the match with an enthusiastic light in her dark eyes. A flash of her in the wardrobe room ran through his brain.

           “The fuck did you just say, you little shit,” Jericho shouted, reaching out to shove the younger man backwards. He reared back and slapped MJF hard across the chest. Half a second later, he did it again, hitting him so hard that blood welled toward the surface of the younger man’s flesh. “Say it again.”

           MJF sucked in a breath and smirked even broader. “Ha, the old timer’s got a rat.”

           Before he could stop himself, Jericho reared back and punched him stiff and straight in the jaw. It wasn’t the finish they’d planned, but then he hadn’t known that Kat was going to be at ringside. He hadn’t expected that MJF’s crassness would piss him off so much.

           Jericho fell into the pin, unsurprised that his eyes were on Kat.

[rosewater-chlxe]

matter of time | ashton irwin

✖ Summary: After a reckless night of finally leaving your toxic relationship, you roamed the street searching for some kind of hope. That’s when you stumbled across a car with a certain hazel-eyed stranger and took a chance; throughout a now much warmer moment in time, you learned his name: Ashton. 

✖ genre ; fluff, comfort, angst (happy ending)

✖ warnings ; mention of abuse/manipulation

✖ requested - yes | no

a/n: this is heavily inspired by ‘drive’ & matter of time (interlude) on superbloom, and written for comfort <3

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The sound of your apartment door slamming felt almost relieving, yet somehow still reckoning in your blur of a mind; as every memory started flashing like headlights in the corners of your head, your vision became less and less useful. Those saltwater tears falling from your cluttered eyelashes started hitting the cold pavement below you as you felt a piece of you shatter within each step you took. 

You checked the time on your phone, 2am. 12 unread texts, 4 unanswered calls. You wanted to run, but where would you go? You wanted to drop the phone held in your hand and make the screen unreadable. You wanted to take a flight back home, but with what cash, with what luggage? 

The words that terrible, monstrous man had spoken echoed in your ears like a broken record; Your now ex-boyfriend. 

After all that time of him telling you that you aren’t good enough; that you need to listen to his every single syllable, every dreadful sentence he dare spoke, you finally left. All of that heartache and rage for what? Every night alone, every day stuck in his shadow, only as a silhouette; every time you looked in the mirror to see nothing but shades of violet, yellow and blue on your skin. Every single breath you took was held in, and now your lungs aren’t sure of how to handle all of the fresh air. 

You didn’t have your mind set on moving to California, but that night terror of a man made every single decision. You wanted nothing more than to take a breather and sit at your actual home for a while before the move, but it was almost instant. The apartment with him was never a home; barely a living space.  

The street you walked upon was empty of people; only houses with their lights off. Quickly you noticed a car behind you, playing music at the loudest volume. The car pulled into the driveway ahead of you; there were two people left in the car, but only one left the front passenger seat. A dark haired man wearing a green hoodie with the word ‘empathy’ written on the front entered the house as the car backed out of the driveway once more. 

Though when the car backed out, the driver waited. You cautiously continued walking and as you were about to pass the car, the passenger seat window rolled down all the way. You stopped and looked in to see a stranger with the kindest smile you had ever laid your eyes upon; the man had dark, wavy, medium length hair and hazel eyes. He was dressed in a satin, black button down shirt with black jeans that had rips near his knees. 

You were timid and incredibly cautious as you took a quick look around in his car, searching for any warning signs or red flags; you found not a single one. You glanced at the paused song on what was most likely his playlist. Lullaby by The Cure. 

Finally, as the man before you speaks, you snap out of your own thoughts. 

“I apologize if I seem like some creepy lingerer, but I seen you walking by yourself and it’s 2am,” he spoke, “are you okay?” he questioned with a kind, welcoming tone. You watched his eyes glance at the tear stains covering your cheeks, and you noticed his eyebrows slightly furrow. 

“My name is Ashton by the way, and It’d be no problem to take you where you need to go,” he said followed by a small pause, “though if it would make you more comfortable I can call my friend Sierra to help,” he finished. 

Your exterior softened as you realized you had no reason to even have the smallest concern about this so-called Ashton, realizing he’s a genuine person just by the few sentences he’s said to you. 

“Are you sure? I could just walk by myself, I’m sure you need to get home-” you questioned before he quickly interrupted, 

“Positive. I wouldn’t want anyone wandering the streets of California this late, hop in!” he enthusiastically answered, making sure you felt as if you could trust him. 

You entered the car, feeling more comfortable than you ever had in the apartment though you were next to someone you had never met before. The aroma in the car was coming from Ashton himself, his cologne so vibrant in scent that in lingered wherever he was; your senses were filled with the smell of dozens of flowers in the sunshine during the summer. The scent was the first thing that had given your soul warmth for what felt like the first time in years. 

“Thank you for being so kind, it truly does mean the world to me,” you said to him in a genuine tone with a sigh of relief, “I’m Y/N.” 

“What might you be up to walking around here at 2am, Y/N?” he asked as you watched him turn his right turn signal on, glancing over you with a slight smile. 

“That’s a very long, dreadful story,” you said with a hint of bitterness and forced laughter, still being sweet as you smiled at him. 

He smiled with a bit of sorrow in his eyes, realizing something bad must have happened. He studied your facial expression and body language for any signs to find a light, almost unnoticeable bruise on your wrist as well as your timidly fingers dancing upon one another when he asked; he had a slight frown as you fidgeted. 

“I don’t know what happened and I’m sure it’s none of my business, but I’d like you to know that you aren’t alone though it may feel that way. It’s the sappy shit everyone says and I don’t know if you wanna hear it, but it does get better with time. You just gotta give it a chance y’know?” he said to you in now a more calming, comforting tone. 

You felt tears well up in your eyes once more, not remembering what this kindness felt like; it was completely unfamiliar to you, yet it made you feel like you were home. 

“Thank you, Ashton. You’re a very lovely human being,” you said to him with a soft smile, “to sum up the entire thing, I have- had been with someone who wasn’t the best, or wasn’t really good at all to me for way longer than I should’ve been. People always underestimate how hard it can be to leave situations like that.” 

He let out a soft sigh as he stopped at the red light in front of you; he tapped on the steering wheel as he thought carefully of what to say. He adjusted his bracelet before turning to face you; it was dark, so he decided not to comment on the outline of tears falling from your cheeks. 

“I know that what happened in the amount of time you were with him couldn’t have been easy, probably quite difficult -- and though you don’t deserve going through what you did nor should it have happened, painful lessons can be the perfect tool to grow; to proceed to the next better chapter of your life.” He said to you, truly believing what he was saying rather than just telling you things for reassurance. 

You could almost feel the liquid gold that flooded through his veins; the flowers that bloomed in his lungs as he took each breath. Those raven curls fell perfectly along his forehead and right above his eyes, creating such a highly-saturated feeling as you lingered in his atmosphere. 

“You’re a beautiful person,” you accidentally let out the repeating sentence in your head, “I mean you’re very sweet,” you attempted to fix your slip up through clumsily placed stutters. 

Ashton chuckled with a bright smile on his face, and you could feel every sunbeam exuding from his emotions. His hazel eyes were the softest you’d ever seen, yet they had such potential to be utmost intimidating. 

“I think you’re admirable as well, Y/N,” he replied with the sweetest of honey in his tone.

As he pulled into his driveway, reality set in once again. He carefully studied your reactions to see any hesitance or uneasiness.

“Remember, if you aren’t comfortable staying at my place, Sierra lives a few streets away and it wouldn’t be a bother at all to take you there,” he warmly reminded you. 

“You’re the nicest person I’ve ever met, I promise I’m comfortable; you are, right?” You responded with a small smile, awaiting his reply.

“Of course,” he nodded, getting out of the car and opening your door. 

When you finally entered the well-lit home, you noticed a variety of things: the instruments, the little vintage musical references scattered along the walls, the open notebook sitting on the coffee table; every little trinket revealing more of his personality. You also finally got a more in-detail look of his features. You noticed his tattoos, and as you closely examined each one you yearned knowing the story behind them; you took note of his laid-back demeanor and the smooth ways in which he carried himself. 

“You’re a songwriter?” You questioned, hoping your analysis was correct.

“I am actually, more of a drummer though,” he joked, making you let out a light laugh. “Would you like anything to drink or eat? I can grab some more comfortable clothes for you if you’d like?” he considerately asked, giving you a warm smile.

“I would love that, thank you so much; and a water would be great,” you timidly replied, tapping the ends of your fingertips nervously.

“Of course, is there anything else you need? Do you wanna talk about anything?” he asked in a very sweet, quiet tone as he noticed your anxiety.

“Thank you so much, I’m honestly just really exhausted,” you stated, knowing you were actually quite awake; you just needed to let everything out alone as always.

“I understand darling, there’s a spare bedroom upstairs -- I’ll go get the clothes, just make yourself at home,” he kindly said to you, internally questioning your stability. He noticed every single flinch and facial expression of sorrow; this, let alone, filled him with devastation.

You made your way up the stairs, passing photographs on the wall of him and three other men; one of them being the man you seen get out of his car earlier that night. You faintly heard Ashton open the fridge and grab a water, knowing he’d be coming up with you soon. You stopped your curious gazing and entered the spare bedroom; It was mostly empty with a few light decorations, a nightstand, a dresser, and a bed with pale green, silk sheets. You sat down and patiently awaited his arrival, looking down at your swaying legs. 

You heard his light footsteps as he entered the room with a small smile on his face, handing you cozy clothing and a water; he gave you an oversized, black hoodie and grey sweatpants. The clothes smelled of his cologne, which brought you some sort of unexplainable comfort. 

“If you need absolutely anything, I’ll be right downstairs, okay? Have a lovely sleep, sweet dreams,” he softly spoke, leaving the room and carefully shutting the door behind him. 

As quickly as the door closed, tears began to overflow in your eyes; streams of the coldness you felt in your once known monster’s arms went down your cheeks like rivers. The ache in your chest felt like no other; you felt empty and severely heavy at the same time. The room was silent, but the static in your body became blaringly and deafeningly loud. You wanted to scream so hard that your vocal cords would no longer make a sound, and by the silent sobs you produced it was almost as if you did. 

Then it stopped. 

The static stopped playing, and you were brought back to the moment you were in rather than the past; you heard faint acoustic guitar strings that sounded like a home you’d never felt. You heard singing, but the lyrics through the walls weren’t as clear as you wanted. You heard the raindrops from outside mixed with Ashton’s honey-drenched voice, and that let alone turned every single tear filled with sorrow into softly spilled tears of rosewater. 

You sat up from the now wet pillow, and changed into the clothing he offered you. You carefully opened the bedroom door and sat down on one of the stairs, listening from just the wall keeping the two of you distanced. 

He sang,

“From the ground up, don't you burn it down Everybody's got the chance to turn it around Rebuild it like a vase, or a shattered crown Dive into the ocean and you'll never drown Darkness shows up, don't you let it grow The light will shine in, then your heart will know That all of these things That cause us pain inside Will come and go When the roses bloom and the record don't scratch Close your eyes, don't you ever look back Painful lessons are a perfect tool Schools in session and the number one rule  It’s all just a matter of time,”

after he finished the last few lines, he set down the guitar and wrote down the last few words he sang in his notebook. At this time, you were now leaning against the doorframe admiring his every thought being expressed through the look in his hazel eyes. 

“You’re very talented,” you softly spoke not to startle him; though still, for a second, he had wide eyes as he glanced up at you. 

“I thought you were asleep,” he lightly laughed, “I’m sorry if I’ve waken you.” 

“Not at all,” you smiled to quickly reassure his concerns, “I’m exhausted, but I don’t think sleep is an option,” you admitted; “Honestly, the most calming thing I’ve heard in years is what I just did.”

You watched as the heat on his face began to match your own; suddenly, an idea came to his head.

“I hope this isn’t crossing a boundary or anything, but if you’d like, you could lay down next to me? I mean, I could continue if you’d want that.” He timidly asked, looking for any hesitance in your demeanor. All he seen was a glimpse of hope in your eyes as you joined him on the sofa. 

You laid your head down on the opposite side, almost curling up into a ball. As he started playing the first few notes and singing the opening lyrics, you already felt yourself peacefully drift off into sleep. You felt safe. You felt warm, and secure. The newness of every single little feeling in your heart made it’s way to every corner of your body as you had your last conscious thoughts.  

A few minutes after Ashton realized you had fallen asleep, he couldn’t resist the sweet smile spreading across his face. He softly set the guitar down and grabbed the blanket laying on the couch, covering you up with it. He placed a gentle kiss on your head and started walking out of the room, but stopped when he reached the doorframe.

He turned around once more and sighed to himself. He glanced at the staircase then back at you; he shook his head in disbelief of his emotions, and laid down with you. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Y/N.” 

-

fin. 

[profitinaecho]

so You Wanna Spin Ch4

Max chews on his bottom lip looking at the board of victims in his office. He was looking forward to the day when the victims were all identified and he could replace the photos of their autopsy with a living photo of the victim before closing the cases when they caught the perpetrator. “Ok. So what do we know about the victims?”

Liz comes up beside him to see what he is looking at. “All of the victims died of strangulation with a ligature and were minority women between the ages of 18 and 25ish. But what do they have in common? Why were they chosen?”

“I guess we have to start DNA testing relatives of missing people that match the descriptions of the victims to identify them. Then we can see what they have in common by interviewing the families to try to catch this bastard.”

Liz nods in agreement. “I’ll get a box of swabs and labels then we can start organizing the missing persons reports so it is easier to locate their families.” Liz goes to get her box of samples while Max grabs the first binder. It has several reports flagged in it so it will take them a few days to track down the people that filed the report and go to them to get DNA samples to compare with the unidentified victims DNA.

“Here. Let me sort these by where in Roswell the family members live and whether any are from out of state.” Max starts shuffling the reports and putting them into piles based on which neighborhood and state they live in.

When Liz returns, Max is sorting the second to last binder so Liz picks up the remaining one to pull and sort the reports they flagged as being similar to their victims. They have a couple dozen families to visit to try to find a DNA match all live in New Mexico. Luckily, the three victims with out of state family members all live near El Paso, Tx and can be met with on one trip after Liz and Max interview and collect DNA from the local families.

“Ok. So we have 18 missing reports from families in Roswell, 5 from Sante Fe, 8 from Albuquerque, 4 from Las Cruces and 3 from El Paso. Let’s start with the ones in Roswell and work our way out. You call the first people and see if they're home, I’ll drive.” Max picks up his keys off his desk with the whimsical alien cowboy keychain.

“What if I want to drive?” Liz pouts, following him in her black slacks and southwestern coral colored blouse. As always at work, her hair is up in a tight no nonsense bun. Max hates those buns. He much prefers her hair  loose and wavy, but that is for off duty Liz and not something he gets to see any more. But that one time he saw her like that on their night in Colorado was everything.

Max smirks down at her. “You don’t have a badge so you can’t drive a cop car. You know that. Don’t give me that look.”

Liz grumbles, then goes around to the passenger side of his squad car. She hops a couple times trying to get up into the tall SUV and Max wills himself not to laugh. He asks if she needs help and with a grunt, she hoists herself up. “Nope! I’m picking the music.”

Liz puts on her seatbelt and reaches for the preset station buttons. Max is completely prepared to let her always pick the music, but he loves seeing her feisty side so he can’t help but argue. “No chick stuff.”

“What do you even think chick music is?” Liz puts it on the 90s station and bounces a little as an Nsync song comes on.

“Definitely whatever this is, but I’ll allow it.” Max looks over his shoulder, backing out of his parking spot and heading for the road.

“Ohhh. You’ll allow it. You’re not as tough as you think you are, Max Evans.” Liz looks to the side up at him through her long, black lashes.

“Don’t tell anybody.” He smiles back at her.

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Just down the street from the precinct, Max pulls into the driveway of the first family who reported a missing person on their list. Liz pulls out her swabs, tubes, gloves and glances over at Max. “You talk, I’ll get the samples. I haven’t ever had to talk to the families before.” Liz worriedly nibbles on her lower lip and Max reaches over and frees it from her teeth without thinking until she sucks in a breath at his fingers on her lips.

“You’re gonna chew those right off.” Max smiles lopsidedly at her, plopping his cream cowboy hat on his head and opening the door. Liz follows behind him as he goes to the door of the small adobe house to talk to the family. Knocking twice authoritatively, Max and Liz wait for the family member who filed the report to answer the door.

When the door swings open, Max takes off his hat politely. “Mrs. Powell?”

A short, round, pleasant looking blonde woman answers the door and when she realizes it is an officer, she begins to cry. “Did you find my girl?” She looks around behind them as if her daughter will appear.

“That’s what we wanted to talk to you about. We have found some remains that have similar characteristics to your daughter, but to confirm it, we need to collect DNA from a family member for comparison.” Max tells the woman somberly.

“Whatever you  need to find my Erin. How do I give you my DNA?” Mrs. Powell gestures for them to follow her into the living room of her home. It is cluttered but homely, with photos of her family lining the mantle.

“That is why my partner, Ms. Ortecho, is here. She will collect your DNA. Even if one of the bodies we have discovered is not your daughter, we will have your DNA on file to cross check any other victims we find.” Max assures her.

“Alright, Mrs. Powell. Open wide and I’ll take a swab of your saliva.” Liz pops on her blue vinyl gloves, smiling brightly at the middle aged woman and twisting the top of the tube to remove the  swab connected to the lid. After Mrs. Powell opens her mouth, Liz swabs her saliva then puts it in the tube so that it is sterile and can be tested. She sticks a label with Mrs. Lavonna Powell on it onto the tube. “Thank you so much. I’ll run this as soon as possible and I should have results back to you in a few weeks.”

Max shakes the woman’s hand after asking a few questions about the last time Mrs. Powell saw her daughter and Liz follows suit after him. “We will be in touch soon.” Max reassures her, popping his cowboy hat back onto his head and heading for his cruiser closely followed by Liz. “Alright, what address is next on the list?”

“A Mr. Facey down the street.” Liz reads off their list.

Max pulls out of the driveway, waiting on Liz to give him directions  since she is his copilot. —————————-

After collecting DNA from the Facey family, Max pulls in front of a large stucco house overlooking the mountains.

“Who lives here?” Liz sorts through her notes looking for which house they are at so she knows which label to grab.

“Me. I forgot my lunch this morning.” Max smiles sheepishly at her. “You want to come in or stay here?”

“And miss seeing where the illustrious Detective Evans lives? No way.” Liz unsnaps her seatbelt and swings open the door to the cruiser following Max into his home. “You don’t lock your doors?”

“No. I know everyone in town and no one would be stupid enough to steal from me.” Max tells her over his shoulder, heading to the kitchen to grab his lunch.

Liz bounces on her heels a couple times, trying to decide if she is just supposed to stand there and wait for him before being drawn to his large wall to wall bookshelves. “I had no idea you were so into Russian moralistic literature, Max.” She teases him, running her finger along the spines of his large first edition book collection. “And Jane Austin too. How feminist of you.”

“You want a drink or anything? Sorry it’s such a mess. I didn't expect to have company today.” Max leans across his kitchen island, smiling at her in a way that makes her heart skip.

“Just some water. Then we have to call the families we plan on visiting tomorrow to make sure they will be home.” Liz twirls her hair as she looks around his home. Max’s house is done in bachelor colors but clean and so much nicer than she expected. He had clearly put a lot of work and effort into it. She wonders what his bedroom looks like but doesn’t trust herself to go anywhere near Max and a bed.

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A little over a week later, after collecting DNA from all the families related to missing people in the Roswell area, they drove to Albuquerque to collect DNA from the families that live there related to their cases. The last week had involved tons of driving time together and they had settled into a rhythm. Every day, they show up to work, fight over the radio station, visit one family to collect DNA, have lunch, then visit another family. After work, they either went home or to the Wild Pony for a beer together. Due to the amount of families they had to meet with, Max had rented two adjoining rooms for the two days they would be in town.

Wheeling Liz’s suitcase and carrying his own after coming back from dinner together, Max follows Liz into her adjoining room to drop off her luggage. “If you need anything, my room is connected to yours and I’m right there. Ok?”

“I’m not afraid to sleep alone” Liz rolls her eyes at his concern. She’s not crawling into his bed with them working so  closely together and she can figure out how to work the tv by herself.

“Regardless, if you need something, I’m there.” Max smiles warmly at her then leaves to get settled in his own room. He wasn’t insinuating that she should come sleep with him, but last time they had been in a hotel together she had and that would haunt him while he was trying to fall asleep that night.

Liz doesn’t bother unpacking her suitcase because they will only be there one night. Instead, she showers, changes into her pink satin nightgown and falls asleep watching a cooking show. Sometime in the middle of the night, she bolts awake with a gasp as thunder shakes her room. Initially, she is unable to place where she is and is confused- and terrified. Liz has never been a fan of thunderstorms and this is a loud one.

When the wind picks up and starts moving the patio furniture on the balcony, Liz starts trembling. Without thinking too much about it, she pads to the adjoining door and opens it. “Max?” She whispers into the dark.

She is answered with a loud snore. He is sleeping straight through the storm. She crawls into the other side of his bed and her shivers finally subside. She feels safer with him here and will just hang out in his room until the storm passes. She knows he won’t mind. At some point, she drifts to sleep facing Max as the storm rolls on outside.

Max wakes up in the morning with long wavy hair covering his face and what distinctly feels like a woman on his chest. Opening one eye, he is confused to see Liz sprawled out across his chest. He knows they didn’t sleep together because there is no way he would have forgotten about that. So why is she in his room?

Sliding his hand gently along her back, Max whispers her name. Popping her head up from his chest in confusion, Liz stares straight into his wide eyed. “How did you end up here? Not that I’m complaining to waking up to a beautiful woman on my chest but…” Max smiles lopsidedly at her.

“There was a storm. The walls were shaking and I came to hide from it with you. I didn’t fall asleep on you, I swear.” Liz sits up quickly and the pink satin straps of her nightgown slide down at her movement and she pulls them back into place. Max watches her smooth tan skin appear and disappear entranced. He enjoys waking up with her but doesn’t let his mind explore that much further or he’d never be able to focus with her in the car with him all day again.

“What storm? I didn’t wake up once last night.” Max wipes the sleep from his eyes. He needs coffee and to brush his teeth.

“I know. You were snoring almost as loud as the thunder while the wind was slamming the patio furniture against the sliding doors.” Liz teases him.

Max swings his feet out of bed and walks over to the sliding glass door. Pulling back the curtains, he hmms seeing that sure enough, all of the patio furniture has been swung around and it is wet outside. “Huh. How did I miss that? Let’s get dressed and track down some breakfast.”

[cishetlessfashion]

Pastel goth magical girl biromantic asexual demigirl fashion

Red and black cat sweater Black roses shoulder piece Double Venus silver earrings Black sweater with faux pearls Dark rainbow sequin cardigan  Double breasted grey long satin jacket Doll legs horn headband Not today, Karen pin Black suede trench coat Purple and black tentacle earrings Monster girl pin Pastel velvet crucifix chokers Asexual colors wavy sequin sweater Purple, green, yellow, and blue striped ruffled blouse Starry bi flag pin Black and white checkered sequin shirt Purple and periwinkle holographic glittery nail polish Black and purple striped leggings Asexual flag scarf

[the-bispacial-daydreams]

Chapter 2

Meeting Roy Chadwick-Lewis

I had made it to town and slowed down on the roads. Shevan was excited and had her head sticking out of the window, her tongue like a flag in the wind. My silver chain and many silver celtic rings adorned my neck and fingers. My ears also had many piercings as well as a tongue stud. I had an old irish look meets modern day punk. I was also worrying my lip piercing with my teeth. I was pretty nervous. I had come to Canada when I was a teen trying to find work, my parents had put money into schooling for my acting and it never panned out. I really hope I wasn't getting my hopes up just to be let down again. I was getting more and more nervous the closer I got to town.

I was only about 11 or so kilometers away when my phone rang. It was my boss's ringtone. I pulled over and picked it up. "Aye?" I said, sounding oddly panicked as I did. "I'm almost zere, how far are you from ze Historical site?" She asked, "Not far, ma'am," I responded. "Oui. I'll meet you zar and when you get zar, tell zat asseestant of yours to calm down a little, oui?" She requested with a winded laugh following it. "Shar ting." With that I hung up and continued toward Keno. I drove down the main road and passed the river paddle boat that was on shore. I caught sight of Abigail with two men around my age. I pulled into a parking lot and cut off the engine. Shevan was getting really excited. She let out a deep and oh-so-intimidating bark. I got out of my side of the car, Shevan with her leash end in her mouth following me. I grabbed the fabric loop from her and walked toward them. I could tell Abby was anxious. Honestly, I was getting more that way the closer I got to them.

Mr. Lewis was maybe abit older than me than I had previously thought. There was an arrogant, elite, very stereotypical British feel to this guy. Not only that but on a very silky and satin like leash was a solid cream coloured English Cocker Spaniel. He wore a black and white suit that looked like it was worth a good many thousand dollars. I had to force down a chuckle. He was so stereotypically British!

I was walking on dirt that made the walkways of the Historical site, soft brush noises were emitted from my shoes. The closer I got the clearer their voices became. Mr. Lewis had a very posh British accent that was deep and surprisingly quiet. The other, similarly dressed man with sandy brown hair next to him was just as quiet. They both seemed very similar to each other. The biggest difference that stuck out to me was the other man had a very sweet, endearing and genuine smile.

Abby's hair was currently dyed purple at the roots and slowly faded down to a blue at the ends. Abby was Canadian-Asain. Her mother was a very small petite Korean women and her father was a very tall lumberjack of a man from Canada. She was short like her mother and had a creamy colour to her skin. Her hair was, naturally, of a dirty blonde colour like her father. She also had naturally dark, almost black brown eyes like her mother. She seemed to be wearing grey contacts today. Her typically wavy hair framed her round baby face.

Shevan rubbed against me in an effort to calm me down. She was a really good dog. I reached down and rubbed her large head as her tongue lolled out. "Hey!" I called out. Abby whirled around and had the utmost look of relief come over her features. I smiled wisely and nodded my head at Mr. Lewis and his companion. "Avalon, this is Mr. Lewis and his assistant Mr. Davies," she said, her voice higher pitched than usual. Mr. Davies held out his hand and shook firmly after I removed my cap, holding it to my chest. We exchanged greetings. I just barely turned towards Mr. Lewis, half expecting him to not shake my hand in greeting. He did, though, something seemed colder with him than his assistant. "It's a real pleasure ter meet you," I said, hoping I didn't sound too excited. "As am I, Mr. Healey. I've been a rather big fan of your photography for some years." He stated, his lips barely turned up in a smile. I couldn't help but show surprise as I replaced my cap upon my fiery curls. "O, tha-" I was cut off by my boss. "I am so sorry zat it took me so long!" Mrs. Badeaux was a women of French descent. She had slim limbs and a tan to her skin. She had dark, long hair straight as a toothpick. She wore a black business jumpsuit and shades. Her walk was fierce, the only thing was, she only stood at 155 or so centimeters. So she wasn't really all that intimidating if you didn't know her. I was quite a bit taller than her coming in at 177 centimeters. Even Abby was taller than her at about 160 centimeters.

"That's quite alright, Mrs. Badeaux," Mr. Davies replied with his serene smile. "So, what eez it zat you want wis my photographe primé," she asked, her accent thick. She came up on the side opposite of Shevan and rested a hand on my arm just above my elbow. "Well,-" Mr. Davies started when Mr. Lewis cut him off, " I am directing a series and I want you, Mr. Healey, to play my main character." Mr. Lewis had walked forward, his dog at his heels. He was staring directly at me, not bothering to address Mrs. Badeaux. He was standing fairly close. Though he only stood around 170 centimeters, his intense gaze was intimidating. "I have come to understand that you had a rather hard time making into the movie business. I was really hoping that you would want to 'take another crack at it' and come work for me." His tone made me feel like I wouldn't be allowed to refuse, yet his voice was quiet and controlled.

Shevan sat obediently beside me as did his Spaniel. Shevan was getting twitchy just like me. I didn't quite know what to say to that. "He seems so convicted, but-" I looked down at Mrs. Badeaux, who was pretty much my boss. "I don't want to know what Mrs. Badeaux thinks you should do, I want to know what you want to do." He spoke softly still, but his money and power gave him a aura of spoiledness that seemed dangerous. "Well, even eef you do not want my opinion, it is what I say zat matterz as Monsieur Healey warkz for me." Mrs. Badeaux sounded rather annoyed at Mr. Lewis, I started to feel that way as well. She was not only my boss but a friend to me, "what she's says goes." I said, kind of hoping my response would piss him off a little. He stepped back a little, looking at me with ever so slightly narrowed eyes. He was mad because he wasn't getting his way. Abby and Mr. Davies seemed tense as they could feel how taut and cold the air felt around us, and it had nothing to do with Autumn chill factor.

Mr. Lewis reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a business card. I almost giggled at how cliché that was. He held it out to me between his index and middle finger. I took it hesitantly. 

"If you decide to change your mind and make your own decisions call that number," his voice was annoyed and had a sharp edge to it. He said his words fast and snappish. Before I could stop myself I snapped back.

"I don't think that'll be happening. Your ego doesn't make much room for anyone else." His eyebrows jumped for a second in surprise as his eyes gleamed with mischief. A vexatious smile graced his lips. "Bold of you, Mr. Healey." He put extra emphasis on my name in such a way that a chill ran down my spine. Shevan let out a low and short growl beside me. I reached down, never letting my eyes leave Mr. Lewis, and rubbed her head to calm her.

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