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[skylyknightly]

Brother!?

I shouldn’t feel like this, for gods sake he’s my brother!  Maybe not biologically but this...this is so wrong but why does it feel so fucking right?  Damn you Jack Mercer, Damn you to hell where we’re both going after tonight! Walking into the house I’ve come to know as home I tug my friend Manda in while looking around to see if anyone was home-thankfully it didn’t look like it.  “Looks like we’re good, you won’t have to worry about Bobby being a creep today.”  Sighing in relief Manda stepped in behind her best friend and looks around blinking slowly and raises an eyebrow. “Wow you weren’t kidding, the place looks like a little old lady lives here, but I’m sure she’s sweet if she’s changed your nasty attitude.” Grinning, Manda nudges her friend and walks around the house slowly as Krystal sighs softly and tugs off her jacket and lays it up on the hook before following after her friend.  “If you’re trying to look for a drink or something you’re in the wrong place.” Krystal leans against the doorframe to the kitchen while watching Manda, who is looking at her brother's pictures that are hanging up on the wall.  Manda grins when she stops on Jack and looks over at Krystal and winks, “Hey if he wasn’t your brother I would definitely shoot my shot with Jackie Kryss, he’s yummy on a different level.  You’re so lucky, all I have at home is my parents and my older sister.  Not as exciting.”  Manda walks over and grabs a water from the fridge and sits up on the kitchen counter watching Krystal expectedly.  “Sooo when are you going to tell me what happened between you and said brother?  Everytime I ask you turn bright red and try and change the topic.”  Krystal chokes a tiny bit form the water she just so happened to start to chug and she groans as she bangs on her chest to stop herself from coughing and looks away from her friend.  “I-I guess now….you’re such an asshole Manda. So my night started off fine…” Walking home from that house party probably wasn’t the best idea but whoever said I was smart was a liar.  I toss the cigarette I was inhaling when I finally got back to the house and kicked some snow onto it so Evelyn doesn’t see, she’d kill me if she found out I picked up their bad habits.  Woops.  I nudge the back door open and poke my head in looking around before sliidng inside and kicking my boots off by the door and almost trip on them in the process.  Giggling like an idiot I shed my jacket off and toss it on the back of one of the hooks and trudge my way upstairs, messing with my hair to make it seem like I was asleep.  With a face of barely-there- makeup.  And maybe some normal clothes that you don’t just sleep in.  now that I think about it the only one that’d fall for it would probably be Angel, the guy’s barely here.  I roll my eyes and sneak down the hall after making it upstairs and slide into my room and gently shut the door. Weird, why does my room smell like marijuana and cologne?

All jack wanted to do when he got home was have a beer, a cig, and a good rub off seeing as he can’t ever bring a girl home because of the guys.  Sighing to himself, Jack walks into his room and plops down on his bed and rubs a hand over his face rubbing away the insecurities that keep popping into his head every second of every minute.  He sheds off his jacket and shirt while he opens the little mini fridge next to his bed and grabs one of the beers Bobby left for him for his birthday that was last week and cracks it open.  Taking a long swing from it he lays back on his bed and kicks off his boots and looks around the room, fingering the can he lays his head back on his pillows and tugs his belt buckle loose and stares up at the ceiling.  Krystal’s been sneaking out a lot lately, wonder if she was able to get a guy before he was able to even get a girl to look at him.  She’s pretty so it wouldn’t really surprise him if that’s why she’s been gone.  He’s just hoping she doesn’t sneak out for the same exact reasons he used to.  Shivering at the thought, Jack finishes off his beer and lets it roll out of his hand as he shimmies his cock out of his boxers, wincing at the coldness of his room.  Why he keeps forgetting to tell Evelyn about the broken window is beyond him.  “Fuck…”  Jack whispers as he runs his thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing the pre-cum over it as he catches his bottom lip between his teeth and shuts his eyes.  After a few minutes of teasing himself he grips the shaft of his cock and slowly starts pumping it as he lays his arm over his eyes, letting out soft pants every once in a while.

I turn around after being confused about the smell of my room and completely freeze up for a moment.  I am DEFINETLY not in my room.  The first immediate thing I see is Jack, MY ADOPTED BROTHER, his cock in his hand and letting out the most adorable pants i've ever heard.  Nibbling on my lip softly I sneak over to the side of his bed and tilt my head watching him for a second before slowly kneeling down next to him, getting eye level with his cock.  Glancing over at his face I grin a tiny bit and quickly take his hand off his cock and lean over it, engulfing it in my mouth while letting out a little moan at the taste.  He taste so good, better than the honey glaze he puts on the damn ham we have during christmas.  

Jack rips his arm from his eyes and stares down at Krystal taking his cock in her mouth and immediately grabs her hair on her head and twitches biting on his lip hard to keep in a loud moan that was threatening to come out.  Krystal glances over at Jack and moans around his cock when he grabs at her hair, obviously thinking he likes it she slides up onto the bed, keeping his cock in her mouth, and starts going for it.  She’s running her tongue up the underside of his cock, fisting what she can’t fit in her mouth and using her other hand to slide down her own body and running her finger over her clothed clit under her skirt and moans softly around his cock again.  Jack juts an eye open and nearly bursts at the sight of her playing with herself as she’s going to town on his cock.  She’s actually enjoying this?  With a burst of rare confidence he nudges her from his cock and quickly grabs her by her arms and tugs her up a little and slides down and tugs down her panties as he becomes eye level with her dripping sweetnes.  He licks his lips and looks up at her as he leans up a little running his tongue over her opening and rolls his eyes at the taste.  “Ja-Jackie!”  Krystal grabs a fistful of his hair and throws her head back letting out a soft moan that coaxes him to slide his whole tongue into her.  Jack tugs her down onto his face more as he rubs his nose against her clit and lapping at the inside of her walls.  “ T-too hot, FUck Jackie too hot please!” Krystal tugs off her shirt and tosses it away from her and looks down at him whimpering softly as she starts to fidget above him and yelps gripping his hair tighter as Jack’s met with her ecstasy filled end, he laps it all up as he kisses her clit softly and grins up at her sliding out from under her and sits up holding her down into his lap and tilts his head to the side. “What caused all this to happen?”  Krystal whimpers shrugging a little and tugs at her bra getting it off and slides her arms around his neck, “I-I don’t know or care just fucking kiss me.”  Tugging him to her she smushes her lips against his, tasting herself on him as they both groan in usion.  Jack quickly slides the zipper to her skirt down and tugs it down off her legs and tosses it away as he gets up off the bed, effectively breaking the kiss and tugs his jeans and boxers down freeing his cock completely.  He then leans over to the nightstand and grabs a packet for a condom and rips it open before Krystal snatches it from him and tosses it away. “Hey what the hell was that for?”  She rolls her eyes up at him and kneels up on the bed and tilts her head staring up at him with a small pout, “I’m on the pill, trust me.  I’m not getting pregnant anytime soon Jackie so just quit fooling around and fuck me already.”  Krystal nibbles on her lip for a second before flipping over onto her stomach and nudges her hips up into the air and looks over her shoulder up at him as he stares at her backside for a moment, appreciating the view of her bending over and presenting her beautiful sex to him and slides her panties down. 

Jack steps closer to her holding his cock in his hand and slides it into her folds, hisisng softly he grips her hips tightly squeezing his eyes shut and grins a tiny bit when Krystal shoves her face down into his bed letting out a loud squeak.  Jack stands still behind her for a few moments so she can get accustomed to his cock before he proceeds to move his hips.  “You’re so soft and tight, sh-shit Kryss.”  Groaning low Jack bows his head and squeezes her hips tightly thrusting deep inside her and starts to quicken his pace.  “J-Jack fuck! Y-you feel so gmmgood! Pl-please go faster, I-I can take it!” Krystal looks over her shoulder at him tearing up a little and whimpering softly.  Jack nearly cums as he looks her in the eyes and hisses a little gripping her hips tighter before thrusting faster.  The action makes her roll her eyes back and bite her lip muffling a loud moan and keeps her head back moving her hips back against him when he thrusts into her.  After a few moments Jack grabs a fistful of her hair and pulls her bcak up against his chest and starts thrusting into her at the new angle.  He leans into her ear kissing it softly and groaning low into it lightly. “Fuck princess your squeezing my cock so tightly, I feel like you’re about to cum, are you?  Well kryssy?  You going to cum for your adopted brother? C’mon princess, cum for me.”  sliding a hand that was holding her hip down to her clit he starts rubbing figure eights on it quickly drawing her to her orgasm.  Krystal squeaks softly reaching back grabbing Jacks hair and bucks against his cock and his fingers.  “J-JAck!”  With a shout, Krystal clenches as she rides through her release on Jack’s cock.  Jack praises her gently as he continues to thrust inside her and thrusts up deep holding her down against his cock letting himself cum inside her as he buries his face in her hair panting softly.  After a few moments when he’s finished, Jack lays them both down on his bed gently and holds her into his side keeping his face in her hair and mumbles softly, “Kryss...dunno if it’s stupid to say it now but...I do love you, more than sibling such…”  Giggling softly Krystal shimmies around and looks up at him trailing her fingers over his chest lightly, “I love you too Jackie...and it isn’t too late.”

Manda stares at her friend wide eyed and throws the empty water bottle at her and jumps down off the counter racing over and hugs her tightly, “oh my fucking god Kryss that’s the sweetest, hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life!”  Krystal hugs her friend lightly giggling into her shoulder, Yeah, definitely the hottest thing she’s ever done in her life.

[creatingnikki]

Thank you for my name aesthetic, I’m still very fond of it. This one I ask is for Damien, my love. He is as intense yet soothing as his name sounds but what do you think? Thank you in advance. x 🕊

Damien

20th century poetry on stormy nights, constant eye contact especially during tough or emotional conversations, choco chip pancake stacks on Monday mornings, bear hugs and soft kisses.

[bbcshipper]

Seriously, this just spilled out of my fingers this afternoon, so please forgive any errors.  All feedback is greatly appreciated as I continue on this new venture!

[saurusness]

Another edit for @cat-nerd-sims I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. I had such a hard time deciding between them, that I decided to do them all. :X 

[hopieo]

Stay - Live on U.S. TV (1976) l @bowieakajohn

[onelettereffect-blog]

Would you do a family conversation again? I loved the recent one!! My mom is ISFJ, my little sister ENFJ and I'm INFJ

INFJ is in the living-room next to ISFJ mum. Wild little sister appears.

ENFJ (to INFJ): Okay, not to mind your business but this is the third time you turn down a social event this month.

INFJ (her face shows from behind a book): I just don’t feel like partying tonight anymore. Plus, this passage is getting absolutely absorbing, especially this chapter.

ISFJ nods, understanding.

ENFJ: I know, I’ve read it. But seriously, say that to the cats when they become your only friends.

INFJ: “There’s a difference between preferring books to parties and preferring sixteen cats to seeing the light of day”.

ISFJ: Are you quoting goodreads?

ENFJ (smiling): Of course she is.

[princessctiva]

We Will Always Have Paris, Chapter 2

Read on FFN here

Tel Aviv, Israel – May 19, 2016

The night had been challenging to say the least. It wasn't that Tali had kept him awake. No, she had been sound asleep, and the only challenge she had posed was waking her up. There had been a greater challenge, something that had kept him awake all night long, without a second of sleep. After the events of the past days, he had really needed the sleep as he had been quite sleep deprived to say the least. But every time he closed his eyes, he would see her. Ziva. Flashbacks to work situations, flashbacks to more quiet, personal, intimate situations. Flashbacks to their time in Israel. A very fond farewell. And flashbacks to their time in Paris. He had been unable to shake off the feeling that there was something about that framed picture. A clue, a quiz for him to solve. If only he knew how to solve it. It was precisely why he had made his decision that morning. He had come to Israel to find answers, and he was going to search for them. So, he had gotten breakfast for Tali – the greatest challenge of all time, still – had gotten her dressed and tugged her into her stroller.

Now, standing in front of the office door, he was starting to question his decision. Had it been a good idea to bring Tali here? Had it been a good idea to come her in the first place? Tony took a deep breath and shook his head to clear his thoughts. No, this was the right thing to do. The only thing that made sense right now. He needed answers. And he knew where he had to seek them. He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Within seconds, the door swung open, only to reveal a very surprised Orli. She eyed him, a questioning look on her face.

"Orli," he greeted, his hands tightly gripping the stroller.

"Tony," Orli nodded at him, "I was not expecting you."

He huffed, "Of course you weren't." You're Mossad.

Ignoring Tony's statement, Orli smiled down at Tali, who was peacefully sleeping in the stroller, completely oblivious to her surroundings.

Orli looked back up at Tony, "Would you like to come in?"

"Oh no, I would love to continue standing in the door frame," Tony replied sarcastically. Quit playing games.

She smirked and nodded, then held the door open for him.

"Would you like some tea?" Orli offered as she followed him into her office.

Tony merely shook his head.

"Forgive me for asking, but why exactly are you here?" Orli asked as she came to stand in front of him, arms crossed over her chest.

"Tali and I, we're seeking some answers," Tony replied.

"And you believe you will find them here?" Orli gestured around, giving him an almost amused look.

He nodded, determination reflected on his face.

"Tony," Orli sighed, "I told you she was dead. I cannot do any more for you."

"See, that's where things get a little tricky," he said.

She gave him a questioning look, seemingly not understanding what he was getting at. He sighed as he flopped down in the chair across from her, his hand immediately reaching for Tali, a reflex of protection perhaps.

"Is she really dead?" He finally voiced the question that had been plaguing him ever since he had gotten the news.

He didn't look up at Orli, but he heard her sharp intake of breath, confirming some of his suspicions that yes, she was in fact hiding something, withholding information. What kind of information, he didn't know. Not yet at least. But when it came to Ziva, any information was relevant to him. Even the tiniest detail.

"I think you are overstepping some boundaries here," Orli said, her tone clearly conveying a warning.

But he wasn't having any of it, "I do not think I am."

She looked at him, genuine surprise reflected on her face. Evidently, she hadn't expected him to be so straight-forward. And evidently, she didn't know him at all.

"You said you considered yourself to be Ziva's friend. I'm her friend, too," Tony stated calmly.

She laughed at that, "I think you were a lot more than just her friend."

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check. He didn't want to hear any of it. He hadn't wanted to hear it from his dad, or Gibbs, or McGee, or Abby. And he sure as hell didn't want to hear it from Orli.

"Did you find her?" Tony asked, bringing the conversation back on track.

"Tony, I told you she was," Orli started, but he cut her off, "I know what you said. But I'm asking you, did you find her?"

She looked at him, her eyebrow raised, "I just told you again."

"No," he leaned forward, "you told me Ziva was dead. I am asking whether you found her."

"Tony, she is," Orli started to repeat.

"Oh cut the crap, Orli," he yelled, finally exploding.

He leaned back in his chair and took a few deep, calming breathes. He couldn't let his emotions take over. But damn, it had always been impossible when it came to Ziva.

"What are you implying?" Orli questioned.

Tony took a shaky breath, then blurted out, "She's alive, isn't she?"

Orli's face remained stoic; she didn't even blink.

"Did you find her body?" Tony pressed.

Orli didn't reply, so he pressed on, "Did you find her DNA anywhere at the site of the explosion that would indicate she was killed in the fire?"

Orli sighed, her shoulders slumping, "No, we did not."

Tony gasped as he felt a flutter of hope spreading across his body, reanimating his heart, his entire being.

"So, you can't confirm that Ziva died in the explosion?" Tony asked, needing to hear the confirmation.

"Tony, she was staying in the farmhouse. There is no way she could have survived the blast," Orli pointed out.

He leaned forward again, and repeated his question slower, through gritted teeth, "But you can't confirm that Ziva died in the explosion."

For a long moment, everything was silent. Tony stared at Orli, his gaze never wavering. Her face remained stoic though, giving no indication as to what her response would be. Eventually though, she dropped her gaze and shook her head, "We cannot."

Tony inhaled sharply. There was no proof that Ziva was dead. No confirmation.

"She wasn't there, was she? She saw it coming. That's why Tali had a go bag packed and didn't have a scratch on her even though she was supposedly in the building that was on fire," Tony said, his voice rising as he started to put the pieces together in his head.

Orli didn't say a word, but he continued, "I have been to the farmhouse. There is no separate wing. And even if there was, Ziva would have never let Tali sleep on the other side of the house alone."

He took a deep breath, glancing at his daughter – their daughter – as more and more puzzle pieces started falling into place. "And Tali being the person pulled from the fire whom they talked about on the news? That doesn't make sense. How could Tali be pulled from the fire and not have a single scratch on her? She wasn't in the house, was she? And neither was Ziva."

Orli merely looked at him, her face still not giving away anything. It was starting to annoy him to no end. Why was she so calm? Why wasn't she saying anything? This was important.

"Aren't you gonna say anything?" Tony questioned, his eyes reflecting the anger he felt boiling inside of him.

Orli shrugged, "What sense is there in saying anything when everything has been said already?"

Tony tilted his head to the side, his eyes narrowing. Was she..was she saying that he was right?

"I think you should go be with your daughter now, Tony," Orli said.

"Our daughter," he immediately corrected, not even hesitating for even a second.

Orli gave him a small smile, "That is what I meant."

[i-go-alone-into-the-danger]

Gosh daamn!

[peachilu]

you / the 1975 ー for courtneydepatz

[huntersxandxangels]

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"We can do this, I know we can. There's nothing the three of us can't do together. We all swore an oath when we joined the Bureau, to uphold the law and bring justice. Together, we can do just that. I trust in the skills you and Samarah have, Spencer, and I know that we can do anything we set ourselves to, because we all swore to protect people, to protect those we love. We can do this. I know we can.

"It won't be easy, Donna. The three of us have our scars, both physical and mental. Yet really, who better to understand you, me, and Spencer than each other? If our pasts come back to haunt us, we can be there for each other. I know we can. It's like you said: We're stronger together than we are apart."

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It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie And the moment to live and the moment to die The moment to fight, the moment to fight, To fight, to fight, to fight

To the right, to the left, We will fight to the death To the edge of the earth, It's a brave new world from the last to the first To the right, to the left, We will fight to the death To the edge of the earth It's a brave new world, it's a brave new world, it's a brave new world

I do believe in the light, raise your hands up to the sky The fight is done, the war is won, lift your hands towards the sun

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[beaniesos]

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