#Shayli's words

[jessybarnes]

Golden Lines - Chapter Five - Insatiable Desires

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC Jessica Anderson, Chris Evans x OFC Lily Stan, Sebastian Stan x OFC Jessica Anderson, Tom Hiddleston x OFC Ang DiLorenza 

Chapter Five Characters: Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Tom Hiddleston, OFC Jessica Anderson, OFC Lily Stan, OFC Ang DiLorenza, OFC Amanda Evans (mentioned), OFC Mrs. Stevens, OMC Dean Wesson, OMC Sam Hammond, OMC Steve Hammond, OMC Scott Leighton, OMC Tommy King, Diana Hiddleston (Tom's Mom: mentioned), Scott Evans (mentioned), Carly Evans (mentioned), Shanna Evans (mentioned), Lisa Capuano (Chris’s Mom: mentioned), G. Robert Evans III (Chris’s Dad: mentioned), Georgeta Orlovschi (Sebastian’s Mom: mentioned), OFC Shayly Andrews (mentioned), OMC Jameson Andrews (mentioned), and Dodger

Chapter Five Rating: Explicit 18+

Chapter Five Tags: **** PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER BEFORE CONTINUING!!!! **** SMUT, NSFW title card, angst, fluff, teacher/student relationships, anxiety, drinking, underage drinking, nervousness, mentions of past trauma (specifically the following: injury to hand, physical abuse, sexual abuse, and mental abuse), mentions of shitty parents (specifically dead beat fathers), pining, blindfolds, skydiving, airplanes, flying, heights, free falling, vomiting, kissing, nipple play, oral (male receiving), deep throating, face fucking, cum swallowing, overstimulation, dry humping, clit play, fingering, finger fucking, squirting, dirty talk, a tiny instance of dom/sub (if you squint), praise kink, begging, finger sucking, oral (female receiving), jacking off, lying, crying, self-esteem/self-worth issues, bed sharing, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think I've covered everything… PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE BEFORE STARTING THIS CHAPTER! 

Chapter Five Word Count: 11,289 (GOOD LORD… This got away from me...grab a snack and a beverage, folks. Lol.)

Chapter Five Betas: T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza 

Chapter Five Mini Title Card: Yours Truly

A/N: There are mentions of past physical, sexual, and mental abuse (as I stated above in the tags), and I've written this so if there are readers who need to skip that part, they can. There are asterisks that indicate where that part starts and ends if anyone needs to skip it! You won't miss anything if you do, I promise. ❤

The rest of the school week seems to drag itself out. Lily and Ang walk to Art class together, their finished assignments in hand. Angie is quiet, a little too quiet, and Lily immediately picks up on it. "Hey, babe. You good?" 

She bites her lip nervously and glances over to her friend. "I'm scared, Lil. What if he doesn't like it?" 

They walk into the classroom and take a seat at their normal table. "He's gonna love it, Ang. Tom's very much into art, at least, that's what Seb told me once." 

She cocks her head to the side, "I just realized I never knew his first name until now. Tom is a fitting name, it suits him." 

"Alright, class everyone settle down. I know all of you are excited for the weekend," Ang and Lily smirk at each other knowingly, "but we've still got an hour of school left. Everyone take out your finished pieces and have them ready for me to look at. I'll be walking around the room to give you a final grade." 

Lily carefully unwraps her watercolor painting and sets it on the table. She wasn't sure what she was going to paint at first, but then she got to thinking about her Mom. Sebastian was only five when his Father left. He didn't have many memories of him, but he remembered the day he and their Mom were left alone, vividly. 

Sebastian had told Lily the story on one of their movie nights and it's stuck with her ever since. He said that he had heard his Father yelling at their Mom, but he couldn't recall what he was angry about. He ran outside and followed him to his car, and shoved his hand in the door as it was being pulled closed. It smashed his fingers between the door and where it connected to the car. Sebastian told Lily that he did it because he thought that if his Father saw that he was hurt then he'd take him to the hospital and the doctor would say that he had to stay and take care of him. Instead, he watched him drive away. Seb chased the car, but was picked up by their Mom so she could wipe his tears and bandage his mangled hand. 

Lily hasn't met her Father either, nor does she want to. Georgeta, their Mother, gives them everything they need. Sebastian was twenty when she was born, and helped take care of her as if she were his own and not his half sister. Their Mom is the strongest woman she's ever known. She always puts her and her brother first and never hesitates to go without just so they can be taken care of. 

So, it's only fitting to dedicate her first watercolor painting to their Mom. It's of one of her favorite vacation spots. Lily remembers being a little girl, probably around ten, and going on vacation with her there. It was right around sunset, the reds, oranges, yellows, and pinks blanketed across the sky accenting with the mountain in the distance perfectly. 

Painting it from memory was hard, but once she was finished it turned out to be the best one she's ever done. 

Angie finishes unwrapping hers and gasps, "Lil! Oh, my god! That's beautiful!" 

She smiles sheepishly, "not as beautiful as yours, love. Mr. H will probably cry when he sees that. I mean, for real though, that drawing should be in a museum." 

Angie laughs and beams at her. "Only if your masterpiece is displayed right next to it!" 

Mrs. Stevens makes her way over to their table and smiles as she looks over Lily's shoulder. "Ms. Stan, this is stunning! These watercolors are blended perfectly and the highlight on the mountain is beautifully done! You deserve an A." 

"Thank you, Mrs. Stevens," Lily grins and watches as she moves over to look at Angie's. 

"Oh… Oh, my goodness. Ms. DiLorenza this is breathtaking! The shading is impeccable and the blending is just the right amount. An A for you as well. The two of you are incredible artists! Mr. Hiddleston will surely appreciate this. Would you like to take it to him now? I don't believe he has a class." 

Angie wrings her hands nervously, "I-I don't know. I'm kind of scared. What if he doesn't like it?" 

Mrs. Stevens shakes her head. "Nonsense, dear. How about this? How about I call him down here. You can step out into the hallway for a bit of privacy, but you'll still be within earshot of the class. Sound good?" 

Angie nodded. "Alright, it's settled." 

A few minutes later she hears the familiar deep voice that she loves so much. She steals a quick glance and sees him standing just outside the doorway with her art teacher. He meets her eyes and she quickly looks away pulling her lip between her teeth. The sound of Mrs. Stevens' high heels click against the floor and stop just shy of their table. "He's waiting outside, dear. I'll be at my desk should you need me." 

Angie takes a deep breath and stands up. Lily squeezes her hand for reassurance as she holds the drawing in the other. "You've got this, babe!" 

Ang nods and slowly walks across the room to the door. She rounds the corner, holding the picture close to her chest as she looks up at him. 

"Hi." 

Even that one word sounds weak, but if Tom notices he doesn't point it out. "Hi, Ang. It's good to see you again." His accent sends a wave of arousal straight to her core. "I understand you have something for me?" 

Angie looks down at the drawing clutched in her hands. "Well, I-I um…Mrs. Stevens… we-" 

Tom places a warm hand on her shoulder. "It's alright, darling," he whispers. "Take your time." 

Angie licks her lips, "our first assignment was to um...to create whatever we wanted. I wasn't-," she shifts her weight anxiously, "wasn't sure what to make so I just kind of zoned out a-and let my pencil have a mind of its own." Without making eye contact with him she holds the canvas out so he can take it. "I um...I made this...for you."

Tom hates to see his girl so nervous, but he can’t deny how adorable she looks standing in front of him like this. So innocent and - wait...did he just refer to Ang as his girl in his head? Well, that's new. She hands over the canvas without looking at him and toes at the tile floor with her shoe. He flips it over in his hands and sucks in a breath. 

It's the most beautiful piece of art he's ever seen. The detailed lines, the contrast of highlight and shade, and the attention to detail. It's...well, it's breathtaking, and the fact that it's a portrait of him makes it that more meaningful. Tom realizes he hasn't said anything, let alone released the breath he's been holding, and turns his attention back to Angie. She's shaking and picking at her fingernails and he has to force himself not to hug her. 

"Darling, look at me." 

She timidly raises her head, her eyes shining with unshed tears. 

"This is phenomenal, Ang. I...I'm speechless… I'm so honored that out of everything you could have drawn you chose me. Thank you." 

She blinks a few times in rapid succession to keep from crying. "Well, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to draw the most beautiful person in the world." 

Fuck! Shit shit shit! 

God how she wished someone invented time travel so she could go back fifteen seconds. She could probably make it to the back doors to the parking lot if she made a run for it. They haven't even had their first date yet and she just dropped a bombshell that is normally saved for people who've been together for like...a few months.

Angie winces and turns her gaze back to the floor. The very floor she wishes would open up and let her fall into. Tom's index and middle fingers gently tilt her head back up. Those tears she worked so hard to stop before spill over her waterline and cascade down her cheeks. 

"Oh, love," Tom brushes the wetness away with the back of his knuckles gingerly, "please don't cry. I'm not upset with you. In fact, I'm flattered. It's been quite a long time since a woman has called me beautiful." He discreetly reaches down to hold her hand, "and it's never been said by someone as stunning as you." 

Angie feels her heart skip a beat. He…he thinks she's stunning? 

Before she can say anything, Tom does a quick sweep of the hallway to be sure there's no one that can see them. He smooths his thumb over her bottom lip and smiles softly before leaning down to press a sweet kiss to her lips. It only lasts a second, but it was by far the best second of her life. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, my darling girl." He winks and turns on his heel leaving Angie there with wide eyes and flushed skin. 

Holy shit he kissed her!

Jessy walks quickly to her locker and grabs what she needs to complete her assignments over the weekend. It's been the slowest Friday ever, but it's finally time to leave. She shoots Angie a quick text to let her know she'll meet her at the mall and heads to her car. 

Since they both have dates tomorrow night, a special outfit is a must for both of them. Twenty minutes later she pulls into a free parking space next to Angie's car. 

"JESSY! Oh, my god he fuckin' kissed me!" 

Jessica had barely gotten out of her car when Angie told her the news, and she was ecstatic. "No way!" She grabs Ang's hands and they bounce in place with excitement, "girl when?! Tell me everything!" 

She lets out a dreamy sigh and smiles. "You know how I drew that picture of him?" Jessy nods. "Well, Mrs. Stevens called him down to her class so I could give it to him. So, there we were, in the hallway, and I was so fuckin' nervous. God, was I nervous. He was so sweet with me though. He called me darling and waited patiently while I stuttered like an idiot. He was speechless, babe. He loved it." 

She grins, "I knew he would, Ang." 

Angie blushes, "there's more though. He told me he was honored that out of everything, I chose to draw him, and like a dumbass I told him I couldn't pass up on drawing the most beautiful person in the world." 

Jessica gasps. "Oh, shit! How did he take that?" 

"Well, I didn't see his initial reaction cause I immediately looked down at the floor, but he lifted my head and wiped my tears. He called me love and said that no one as stunning as me has ever referred to him as beautiful. Then," she bites her lip as the memory of his mouth on hers plays over and over in her head, "he looked around, kissed me for like a second, and then called me his darling girl!" 

"Ahh! Ang! Oh, my god that's so cute! You two are freakin' adorable together, I swear!" 

Angie hugs her and giggles. "You ready to buy something that's gonna knock our men off their feet? 

Jessica nods and hugs her, "hell yeah! Let's do this!" 

Two hours and eight stores later, both of them had their outfits tried on and bought. Angie picks a plaid blue and red skirt that sits about four inches above the knee, and a matching form-fitting shirt. Jessy decides on a short, simple, yet elegant, velvet burgundy dress. After that the girls eat a little snack at the food court together to tide them over before heading home to do their homework. 

Lily sits Indian style on her bed and works on one of her journal entries for English Literature. Sebastian may be her teacher, but he never once treated her any differently from the other kids. Friday's topic was a free day, and she's trying to think of something to write about. All she can think about is Chris, and what he told her brother the other day. One part of her wants to know who the girl is that he's willing to take such a big risk for, and the other part of her doesn't. Lily knows it's not her. Why would it be? He's twenty-two years her senior and her teacher for God's sake. She sighs and begins to write about him anyway. It's not like Seb will guess who it is. Not if she's vague enough. 

A couple of minutes later after she's done writing, she hears the front door open. That's odd...Seb normally hangs out with Chris on Saturday's… She thinks to herself. 

"Lily? Hey, you home?" 

She moves to lay on her stomach and starts playing Candy Crush on her phone. "In my room!" 

Sebastian knocks lightly and peaks his head in. "So, I'm gonna need you to get changed into some jeans and a t-shirt that you don't mind potentially getting dirty." 

She looks at him like he’s grown a third eye. "Um...what?" 

He rolls his eyes. "Just...c'mon! We gotta leave in like," he checks his watch, "ten minutes." 

Lily changes, even though she's thoroughly confused, and puts on some old tennis shoes. "Okay, I'm ready. So, what are we doin'?" 

Sebastian shakes his head and opens the garage. "Can't tell ya! It's a surprise!" 

"Ugh! You know how much I hate surprises, Seb!" She groans and slides into the passenger seat of his black Dodge Charger. He hands her a black bandana and smirks. 

"Yeah, I know. Humor me and put that on. You're not allowed to see anything until we get there." 

"Seriously?! Fine...but I get to pick what we listen to." Lily unlocks her phone and pulls up her favorite playlist on Spotify. "Here, I'll let you get it connected while I put this on." 

Sebastian chuckles and takes her phone. "Remind me why I love you again?" 

She pulls the ends of the bandana into a knot and adjusts it over her eyes. "Because I keep you sane, not to mention I'm the fun sibling." 

"Whoa, hey now, wait a minute! I'm fun!" 

Lily scoffs, "okay, mister 'the only thing I do for fun is hang out with Chris every Saturday' you keep tellin' yourself that. Speaking of him, why aren't you two having your normal bro night anyway?" 

Even though she couldn't see him, Sebastian rolls his eyes as he pulls out of the driveway. "Well, I told you I would make it up to you for bailing on our movie night. Plus, he's got a date." 

Lily feels a pang of jealousy flood through her chest. "Oh," she hates how she can't control the hurt tone in her voice, "that's good. I hope it goes well." 

Sebastian glances over at her, immediately picking up on her change of mood. He leaves it alone for now since today is about her. 

The drive is quiet, except for the music, and Lily finds herself thinking about Chris again. Well, she often thinks about him, but now she is imagining him with another woman. Honestly, she wishes she could just tell him how she feels so she can get his reaction. Maybe if he rejects her, then she will be able to get over him. 

She sighs and closes her eyes. "Are we there yet? I feel like we've been in the car for over an hour now." 

Sebastian stops the car and puts it in park, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. "Yeah, we're here. You can take off the bandana now." 

Lily rips the fabric off her head and blinks to adjust to the light. Once she's able to see clearly, she gasps. "SKYDIVING?! Oh, my god! Sebby! Are you serious?!" 

She looks at him with wonder and he laughs, "yeah, I'm serious! I know how long you've been wanting to do this, and I figured it was time for me to face one of my fears." 

Lily unbuckles her seatbelt and throws herself over the center console to hug him. "Oh, thank you thank you thank you!" 

He pats her on the back, "does this make me the fun sibling now?" 

"Don't push your luck, Shakespeare nerd." She pulls away and climbs out of the car. "C'mon! Let's go!" 

Angie looks herself over in her bathroom mirror for the millionth time and fixes a stray piece of hair. You look fine. Jessy was right, he's gonna love it. She tries to reassure herself as she applies a bit of lip gloss. Checking to make sure she has her phone, charger, a change of clothes, and her toothbrush, she walks down to her car. Jessy and her had the bright idea to tell their parents they were staying overnight at the other one's house. You know, just in case things go well and they decide to sleep over. 

It takes about thirty minutes to get to Tom's house, but she finally finds it. She's in awe as she parks in the driveway. It's a two-tone modern home, wood tone on the upper level and off-white on the lower. There's a balcony that wraps around and has glass paneling as a barrier. An inground pool sits off to the side of a wooden staircase.

She slings her backpack over her shoulder and makes her way to the front door. Her heels click against the asphalt and her heart thrums rapidly in her chest. Angie takes a deep breath and blows it out before knocking a few times. Seconds later, she hears footsteps and the lock clicks. 

Tom opens the door and her eyes go wide. He's wearing a white button down shirt, the top two buttons undone, and a pair of black slacks that sit low on his hips. His hair is neatly tousled and his feet are bare. Ang is so busy checking him out that she doesn't see the way he's looking at her. 

Tom stands rooted to the spot. He cannot believe how beautiful his girl looks. She's standing before him in a tight red top and short plaid skirt. Her hair is curled in loose waves, her light makeup a perfect touch to her flawless skin. He wants to devour her right there in his doorway. 

"Ang…," he looks her up and down as he bites and licks his lips, you look amazing." 

She blushes, "thank you. You look gorgeous, but you always do in my eyes." He takes her bag from her as she walks inside. "Wow, your house is beautiful." 

He sets her things down and gently grabs her hand. "Come here, darling." 

Angie spins around and looks up into his blue eyes. "May I kiss you?" He asks, his voice an octave lower than normal. She nods and he pulls her flush against his body. "I can't help myself when you look this stunning, love." 

He cups Angie's cheek in one of his large hands and brings his mouth down to meet hers. She's shy, he can tell, but soon she's kissing him back with fervor. Her lip gloss tastes like cherries and it's intoxicating. Tom backs her up, presses her against the wall, and tightens his grip on her waist as she moans into his mouth. He doesn't want to, but he knows if he doesn't stop now their dinner will get cold. 

He pulls away slowly and watches her. Ang is breathing heavily and her eyes are still closed. She's breathtaking. 

"Are you thirsty? I've got water, wine, Coke, Sprite, and I think there’s a case of beer in the garage." 

She opens her eyes and smirks. "I'm thirsty, but not for any of those things." 

He stutters and feels his slacks tighten, "L-Love, we…," he nods toward the kitchen, "dinner…" 

Angie grins mischievously and walks around to his other side. "You have a microwave, right?" He nods. "Well then…," she pushes him against the wall with her hands, "I say we skip dinner for now." 

Tom curses under his breath as she drops to her knees in front of him. "Besides, I have," her fingertips brush the rather large tent in his pants, "what I want right here." Angie pops the button and pulls the zipper down, her panties getting wetter by the second. 

"Fuck, Ang…" 

Tom's pants fall to his ankles and his hands shake as she lowers his boxers just enough to free him. His cock is painfully hard and she hasn't even touched him yet. Her small hand grips the base and he throws his head back. 

"Darling...please…" 

She runs her nails on the other hand down his thigh making him shiver. "I've never done this before, but I'll do my best to make it feel good." Tom's pretty sure anything Angie does will feel like heaven, but he nods anyway. 

The moment her lips close over his flared tip, he lets out the prettiest moan she's ever heard. It only fuels her to take him deeper. He's longer than he is thick, but she still has to open her mouth pretty wide. 

Once Angie has him about halfway she stops, not wanting to go any further in case she has a gag reflex. She trails her tongue tentatively along the underside of him and jumps a little when he thrusts forward slightly. 

"My, god...s-sorry baby...fuck that feels good." He threads his long fingers through her hair and wets his lips. "Want me to show you how? I'll be gentle, love." She nods as best as she can and blinks her innocent doe eyes at him. He nearly comes undone at the sight. 

His grip on her hair tightens and he begins to move her head up and down on his cock. Tom's eyes flutter closed, "oh, fuck! Darling, you're so good for me. So fucking good...mmm, yeah, move your tongue just like that, oh, my god…" 

Angie is floored by the way he's talking to her. She had no idea she would get such satisfaction from praise alone, but coming from Tom it was music to her ears. She pushes back on his thighs and he let's go of her. 

"Are you okay?" She shakes her head yes and kisses the tip of each finger on his right hand. "Fuck my mouth, please." 

Tom feels his need for her ignite into a wildfire. "God… are you sure, love? I don't want to hurt you. Especially since you're new at this." 

Angie kisses the tip of his cock, a bead of precum coating her lips, "please, baby? I want you to feel good." 

He breathes a shuddering breath and swallows thickly. "Alright, love, but I want you to tap my thigh if it becomes too much. Now, open that sweet mouth for me, darling." 

Angie obeys and Tom pushes his cock between her parted lips and doesn't stop until he feels her nails dig into his skin. "Shh, relax, love. Take - oh, shit! - deep breaths through your nose. Y-Yeah, that's it. You're such a good girl, Ang. God, your mouth feels so good…" 

She feels herself relax a few seconds later and Tom slides the remaining inches down her throat. He's panting, a thin coat of sweat covering his skin, and when he feels Angie swallow he about loses his mind.

“OH, FUCK! Ang...Ang oh, my fucking god!" 

She wants more, no needs more, so she does the only thing she can think of and tries to move her head back and forth, but his grip on her is too strong. She whines softly when he pulls her hair. 

"I know, love. Just...fuck...g-give me a second. I don't want to cum just yet.” 

He evens out his breathing and starts a slow rhythm. He's trying to be careful, but the little moans she makes every time he slides down her throat are nothing shy of sinful. Angie swirls her tongue around him and he growls. 

"Oh, s-shit! Ang, I...you're...oh, god!" He looks down at her with hooded eyes. "You're so perfect, darling. O-On your knees for me, taking my cock so well. I wish you could see yourself right now. So pretty…so good… fuck!"  

Tom moans out her name and fucks her mouth a bit harder, the heat in his lower belly now a sea of molten lava. 

"I-I...love, I'm...where do you...can I-?" 

He can't even form a coherent thought, let alone speak, but Angie gets what he's asking her. She absolutely needs to taste him, needs to feel him come undone from her mouth. She does the first thing that comes to mind and grips his ass hard, pulling him forward. Tom groans and works his left hand into her hair next to his right. 

"Fuck! Oh, you're amazing, darling. So good for me." He thrusts deep and squeezes his eyes shut, "shit I'm close, Ang! I-I'm...oh, darling I'm…unghh AHH!" 

Tom's orgasm hits him like a Mack truck. His vision goes white and his legs shake while his cock pulses in her warm, wet mouth. Angie swallows everything he gives her and only pulls away when he releases the hold on her hair. 

"Did I do okay?" 

Her cheeks have tear tracks and her lips are swollen as she looks up at him through her lashes. Tom leans his head back on the wall behind him and chuckles breathily, "baby…that was…more than okay. I cannot believe that was your first time. God, I haven't felt that good in...well...ever." 

He pulls her to her feet and tucks himself back into his boxers before kissing her hungrily. He can taste himself on her tongue, but he doesn't care. She's beautiful, and he never wants to let her go. He reluctantly steps back and pulls his pants back up over his hips. 

"Shall we have dinner, my darling girl? Maybe afterwards I can return the favor." 

She nods and bites her lip. 

"Alright, why don't you have a seat and I'll dish everything up for us." 

Jessica parks outside of Chris’s house just as her phone dings. She looks down and smiles when she sees it's him telling her the door's unlocked and she can just come in when she gets there. Her eyes look back up and admire how beautiful everything is. The house is a light beige color with very modern looking features. There's a lot of windows that are trimmed with a dark, ebony wood. A huge tree casts a shadow over the shrubbery and front walk-way, allowing the low lighting from the porch to give it a warm, cozy feel. 

She locks her car, puts her keys in the front pocket of her bag, and takes a breath to calm her nerves. It's a warm evening and the leaves are beginning to turn autumn colors. Jessy approaches the front door and turns the knob, slowly entering his home. If she thought the outside was beautiful, then she wasn't prepared for the inside. It felt so inviting. The same ebony wood accented white furniture and walls, and everything had its place. Very pristine. 

She smoothes her straightened hair and fixes her dress before calling out to make her presence known. "Chris?" 

A moment later, his Boston accent echoes back to her. "In the kitchen, sweetheart!" 

She sets her bag down by the door and follows the sound of his voice. Jessica finds him in an enormous state of the art kitchen. Modern appliances, a huge kitchen island with bar stools, and a wooden floor open up into an equally beautiful dining room. Chris stands facing the stove, his back to her as he stirs something that smells absolutely amazing. 

He's casually dressed in dark jeans and a blue button down. "I hope you're hungry. I'm mak-" He stops mid-sentence as he turns around to face her, the spoon he's holding clatters to the floor. 

"Sweetheart…," he breathes, "you look absolutely incredible…" 

He walks over to her and slides his hands up her bare arms, "you got this dressed up for me?" 

She nods and shyly bites her lip. "Yeah, I-I wanted to try and look pretty since you always look… well… amazing." 

Chris’s eyes roam up and down her body, like he can't look everywhere fast enough. Her four and a half inch stilettos make her come up to just below his chin, and her makeup accentuates her eyes beautifully.

"Sweet girl, you're always pretty." He kisses her deeply, his body flush against hers as he licks into her mouth. "Honey, I'll end up eating you for dinner if I don't stop now." He smirks down at her and raises an eyebrow when her breath hitches. "Oh," he coos. "You'd like that, hm? Another time, I promise. I made my Mom's famous Cajun Chicken Alfredo and I can't wait for you to try it."

He brushes her cheek and goes back to the stove to finish up their food. He pours her a glass of red wine and pulls out the chair for her to sit down. "You look even more beautiful in the candlelight, sweetheart." He kisses her cheek and puts a plate of steaming hot pasta in front of her. "It's hot, so be careful, okay?" 

Jessica nods. Thank you, Chris. This looks delicious." 

They chat while they eat, getting to know one another better. Talking to Chris comes naturally. It feels like she's known him for years. She tells him about Shayly and Jameson, skipping the part about how she basically lived with them. Chris beams as he talks about his family. Jessy learns that he has three siblings. A younger brother Scott, an actor who's happily dating his boyfriend of two years, an older sister Carly who's also an actress, and a younger sister Shanna who's an aspiring author. He mentions that his Mom's an actress as well, and his Dad's a dentist. 

Chris casually asks her about her parents and she tries not to show her grimace, but, of course, he picks up on it. "Jessy? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to.” 

She shakes her head and looks at her half empty plate. "No, you didn't… I just… my childhood wasn't that great. 'S kinda why my Mom and I moved here." 

Chris watches her push a noodle around with her fork, "do you want to talk about it, sweetheart?" He takes her hand and she closes her eyes. "I know I need to. I haven't told anyone...not even Shayly. I just...I don't know if I can." 

He stands up and holds out his hand, "come here, honey. Let's go sit down in my living room." 

She lets him lead her to the other side of his house and smiles when she sees Dodger sprawled out on the floor. "Hey, buddy! Remember me?" He jumps up and wags his tail happily, "oh, you're so cute! Wook at your cute wittle face!" 

Chris chuckles, his heart full of happiness at the sight of Jessy baby talking to his best friend. "I think I've been replaced. How could you, Dodge?! I give you everything and the moment a beautiful woman comes in the house I'm chopped liver. Typical." He's joking, of course, and grins when Jessica rolls her eyes playfully. 

"Listen, babe, I can't help it. Dogs just get me, ya know?" 

Chris tosses Dodger one of his favorite bones and sits down. "C'mere, baby. Come sit." He pats his thigh and gingerly pulls her into his lap. His thumb caresses her cheek, "you can tell me as much or as little as you need, sweetheart. I won't talk while you are. I'm here to listen, okay?" 

Jessy plays with her hands, focusing on Dodge happily chewing away at his treat. "It's a long story, but I… I really feel like I can trust you with it. So many people have asked me to open up about it, but I've never wanted to. Not until I met you." 

Chris takes one of her hands in his and kisses the back of her knuckles, sweetly. "I'm honored you feel that way, Jessy. I promise not to tell anyone anything you're about to tell me. Not even Sebastian or Tom." 

She takes a deep breath and swallows the lump in her throat, preparing to tell him everything.

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"The earliest memory I have of my Father is from when I was four years old. He's actually my Step-Father. My real Dad died when I was a baby. Anyway, I was playing out on the back patio with my building blocks and heard him yelling at my Mom. I don't remember what it was about, but he was staggering and waving his hands around. My Mom was crying and he must have gotten sick of hearing her because I watched him hit her." 

Chris began rubbing her back and she took a moment to collect herself. "It went on like that for years. He was always drunk, and my Mom worked two jobs to keep us from losing the house. H-He got fired and sat at home, just drinking in front of the TV. When um…" Jessy squeezes her eyes shut and tries desperately not to cry. Chris turns her in his lap so she's facing him and kisses her forehead, "you don't have to tell me, baby. It's okay." Jessica shakes her head, "n-no I-I need to. It's just hard reliving the memories."

Chris holds her waist and rubs his thumbs in the little divots of her hips, trying his best to comfort her. "When he wasn't black out drunk, he'd sometimes…," she closes her eyes and lets a couple of tears fall, "h-he'd sometimes touch me…," she whispers shakily. Chris’s grip tightens on her waist and he clenches jaw, but stays quiet so she can finish. "He never….actually um...put anything inside of me, but he touched me o-on the outside. I had to touch him too...he told me if I ever told anyone he'd k-kill me." Jessy was full blown crying now, but she needs this weight off her chest. 

"My Mom doesn't know. No one does… except you. If I tried to um… to stop him he'd hit me or grab my face so hard that it left bruises. I wasn't physically strong enough to get away, so I just… I let him do those… things because I thought I had to. The sooner I complied, the sooner he'd get it over with and go to sleep." She sniffles and wipes at her cheeks, "the first time it happened I was five. It didn't stop until I was twelve. 

He um… he lost interest in me when I...when I hit puberty. I still got hit when I made him angry though. My Mom got the worst of it, and when I was fourteen I started protecting her. I-I'd push her behind me a-and take the brunt of it. It was all the same to him. As long as he could take his anger out on someone, it didn't matter who it was." She takes a shaky breath and lets it out. "My mom finally filed for divorce a few weeks ago. That's why we moved here. To get away… from him." 

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Jessy opens her eyes and looks into Chris’s. The emotion in them is overwhelming. She starts to softly sob and he moves his hands to her cheeks. "Shh, I've got you, honey. I'm so sorry you had to go through something so horrible. You have to know none of that was your fault. You know that, right?" 

She nods and lets out a choked sob. 

"You're safe now, baby. I won't let anybody hurt you ever again. I'm here now, and you're safe with me, sweetheart." 

He dries her tears with the throw blanket draped over the couch and holds her close. "Will you kiss me?" 

He nods, "I'll give you whatever you need, baby." 

His kiss is careful, like she'll break if he's too rough. Jessy grips his shirt and deepens the kiss, trying hard to push the bad memories from her mind. He slides his right hand up her back until his fingers are embedded in her long red hair. She whimpers and shifts in his lap making him groan. 

"Jessy… maybe we should stop. I don't want this to lead to something you're not ready for." 

She whines and moves his free hand to her chest. "I need this… please, Chris? I wanna forget everything he did to me. Please make me forget…" 

He pecks her lips and rests his forehead against hers. "Okay, whatever you need, love." He moves his hands up and down her sides, "how do you want to do this? Tell me what you need, honey." 

Jessica rolls her hips and watches as his eyes flutter closed. "Is like this okay? I-I don't know if I'm ready for um...well for anything more than that." 

Chris swallows hard, "yeah, that's fine, sweetheart. You wanna leave the dress on?" 

Jessica bites her lip and sits back, crossing her hands so she can lift the velvety fabric over her head. Chris’s jaw drops. She's completely bare, no bra or panties, and he can feel himself harden instantly. 

"Fuck...Jessy you're breathtaking," he breathes. "Look even more beautiful than I imagined." 

She blushes and fumbles with the buttons on his shirt. "T-Thanks, but you're way more beautiful than me." 

Chris frowns and mentally makes a note to talk to her about that comment later. Right now her pleasure is his priority. He helps her remove his shirt and watches as she marvels at his chest. Her small fingers trace one of his tattoos and it makes him shiver. 

Tentatively, Jessy begins rocking her hips against him. Her lips are parted and every so often a soft moan fills the space between them. "Touch me," she whispers. 

Chris gently flicks the pad of his thumb over her nipple, making it harden under his touch. Jessica throws her head back and grinds down on him harder. "Chris! M-More...please…" He takes one of them in his mouth while he rolls the other between his fingers. Her moans are louder now, his jeans wet with her arousal. 

"God, sweetheart, look at you. You're so pretty, movin' over my cock. That's it, just like that… mmm shit baby… you feel how hard I am? Could cum just watchin' you like this." 

Jessy grabs his hair and pulls to give her more control as she quickens her pace. "Oh, Chris! Feels so good… fuck!  Baby," her voice is a breathy moan as she looks into his eyes, "wanna make y-you feel good too." 

He swipes his thumb along the seam of her lips and can't help the filthy noise he makes when she sucks it into her mouth. "Shit! J-Jessy…oh, sweetheart, trust me, watchin' you make yourself feel good is more than enough for me.” 

She leans down to kiss and lick the skin on his neck and he raises his hips to meet hers. "That feel good, honey? You want me to keep movin' my hips like this?" 

She whines and digs her nails into his biceps. "Yes! Don't stop…please...oh, god!" 

She's dripping wet now, his cock leaking precum as she rocks her hips rapidly. The slight sting of denim against her clit sends jolt after jolt of heat through her body that gathers in her lower abdomen. It starts to simmer, slowly growing hotter by the second.

Chris kisses her, deep and passionate, guiding her hips so her soaked core glides over the head of his cock on every pass. She's ethereal to him. He can't believe this gorgeous woman finds this much pleasure in his body. Out of every woman he's ever been with, Jessica's the only one he's ever felt this strongly for. He isn't in love with her, no, he's not ready for that yet. It's too soon after Amanda, but she just...does something to him that he can't quite explain yet. 

She whimpers and reaches for his right hand, "please…need you...wanna cum…" 

His eyes roll back when she brings his fingers to her clit. "God! Honey, you're fuckin' soaked. I turn you on this much?" He moves his thumb in lazy circles making her legs shake. "C'mon, baby, that's it. You're close. Can hear how wet you are too. So damn pretty, baby." 

Jessy clings to his shoulders and kisses him hard. Her mouth stumbles against his as her whole body begins to shake. "Oh, Chris," she breathes against his lips, "Chris I- oh, my god!" 

He takes her lip between his teeth and bites down gently, "that's right, Jessica. Let go…come all over my cock, sweetheart." 

Chris's words send her falling over the edge, her nails scratching down his arms as she throws her head back and screams his name. He holds her steady and works her through her orgasm making sure to draw it out as long as he can. Jessy grips his wrist and he finally pulls away as she rests her head on his bare shoulder. 

"C-Chris," she half whines, half pants, "felt so good…" 

He kisses her hair and runs his fingertips up and down her back. "Did so good for me, honey." 

Jess pulls back to look down into his lust-blown eyes. It occurs to her that he's still very much hard, and she reaches down to cup him through his pants making him hiss. "Baby…what are you doin'?" 

She giggles and kisses the tip of his nose. "Isn't it obvious? I wanna make you cum too." 

His breathing gets heavier as she continues to stroke his clothed cock. "'M okay, Jessy. Y-You don't ha- fuck - have too." 

She starts a trail of kisses down his chest as she moves to kneel on the floor in front of him. "Oh, but I want to. Wanna taste you." 

She looks up at him with big eyes and he almost cums from that alone. "Please, handsome?" 

Sebastian and Lily approach the hanger and greet their instructor cheerfully. "Hi! I'm Lily and this is my big brother, Sebastian." 

The man smiles and shakes their hands. "We've been expecting you two! I've gotten quite familiar with Sebastian over the past couple of days. I'm Dean Wesson and I'll be your instructor today." 

He points to four other people across the room, "these guys will be assisting you with your jump." Dean points from left to right, those two in the silver and black suits are Sam and Steve Hammond and the ones in the blue and white are Scott Leighton and Tommy King." 

Dean goes over the basics with them. He gets Seb and Lily fitted into their own suits and helmets before bringing them into the gear room. "Okay, so here's a breakdown of all the different parts of your pack. When you're wearing it it'll be pretty snug. On the bottom right underside is the pull for your main shute. You'll reach back behind you to grab it and pull hard to release." Dean points to the left shoulder strap, "this is your reserve shute should your main one fail. The red pull on the right strap is what you'll use if your main shute gets tangled and you have to cut it away. Does that all make sense?" 

The two of them nod and they sign a waiver before getting their packs fitted to their suits. All seven of them head to the plane and buckle themselves in for take off. Ironically, Lily learns that taking off is actually more dangerous than the dive. Once they're in the air, she glances over at Sebastian. He's putting up a front, but she can tell he's scared. 

"Hey," she reaches for his hand and squeezes it, "you good?" 

He gives her a tight-lipped smile and closes his eyes. "Yeah…, I'm good." 

Lily frowns, "Seb, if you don't wanna do this-" 

"It's alright, Lil. I told you I'd make it up to you, and I meant it. Even if I gotta do something that scares me to death. Anything to make my baby sister happy." He grins and pulls her into a side hug. 

"Alright, folks! We're at fifteen hundred feet. Go ahead and remove your seatbelts and do a final check of your gear. Once you've triple checked everything you can put your helmet on." 

After making sure they're all secure, Sam and Steve talk to Sebastian while Tommy and Scott prep Lily for her jump. She decides to go first and moves closer to the door. Once it's open, she waits for the signal. Tommy gives her the thumbs up and she steals a final look at her brother before jumping. 

Scott grabs onto her left shoulder while Tommy takes the right. Because it's impossible to hear them at the speed they're falling, they use hand and arm signals to communicate. Lily has her arms out in front of her, slightly at an angle, with her fingers bent a little. Her knees are also bent and spread out, and it makes her look like one of those flying squirrels. Her head is up and back so she can keep the right velocity. Tommy instructs her to do a couple of practice pulls. She reaches back and barely tugs on the release of her main shute two times and he seems satisfied. 

The ground is getting bigger now, and she briefly wonders if Sebastian is okay. She can't see him, but she hopes he's alright. He's her brother after all. A few minutes later Tommy gives her the go ahead to open her shute and she spreads her arms wide, sticks them in front of her, and reaches back behind her to grab the pull. This time, she tugs on it hard and a moment later she's jerked upwards as her parachute fully expands. 

The view is unbelievable. Trees, roads, fields, and bodies of water, all of it is so small from here. Lily glances up and over her shoulder and smiles when she sees that Sebastian’s shute is also safely open. Her instructors point her left and she angles her body to turn. As the ground becomes closer, she leans back slightly, bending her legs just like she was taught. She touches down safely and rolls a little as her speed catches up to her. Her heart is racing and her whole body tingles with adrenaline. 

Sebastian lands moments later and comes up to sit on his knees once he stops rolling. Lily takes her helmet off and unclips the pack from her suit. "Seb!" She runs towards him and crouches down as he removes his helmet. His eyes are closed and he doesn't look like he feels good. 

Lily crouches down behind him and rubs his back as he gets sick. "Are you okay?" 

He nods, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his suit. "Y-Yeah… I'm okay." 

She helps him to his feet and begins to fold his shute up for him. "What did you think?" 

He sways a little when he stands, trying not to throw up again. "Was it everything you thought it would be? Did I do well in making it up to you?" 

Lily tucks it back into his pack and smiles wide. "That. Was. AMAZING! God, the rush, the wind in my hair, the view, it was better than I expected!" 

She rolls up her parachute and grabs her gear before taking the short walk back to the main hangar. After they've put everything away and changed back into their normal clothes, they say their 'thank you's' and 'goodbye's' before heading back to Sebastian’s car. 

They climb in and Lily turns to face him, "I can't believe you got sick you dork! It wasn't that bad, was it?" Lily picks fun at him playfully and Sebastian rolls his eyes. 

"Alright, how about we go to the pet store downtown and hold tarantulas next?" 

She shivers and crinkles her nose in disgust, "oh, hell no! That is not happening!" 

Sebastian chuckles and pulls out of the lot onto the main road. "Mmkay, well, I'm gonna stop and get a Sprite since I feel like shit, do you want anything?" 

Lily reconnects her phone to his Bluetooth and clicks on 'Guys my Age' before putting her seatbelt on. "Ooo! Can we get McDonald's cheeseburgers?" 

He nods, "sure. Today's all about you, Lil." 

Seb listens as she sings along to the song and can see that she's scrolling through her camera roll. He doesn't mean to, but in the process of looking to see if any cars are coming at a busy intersection, something catches his eye. It's a text message conversation. He can't make out the words because she's too far away, but he does see a familiar picture of him and Chris that he uploaded to Instagram a week or so ago. 

Lily bites her lip and leans back against the headrest closing her eyes. This song always stirs up her feelings for Chris. Her and Ang are texting about her day and she told her about how she's the fun sibling. Angie didn't believe that all Seb does for fun is spend his Saturday's at Chris’s, so she sent her a recent photo of then from his Insta. She'd saved it to her phone gallery as soon as she saw it. Chris looks so good in it. He's wearing one of his tight t-shirts that leaves little to the imagination and it drives her crazy. The chorus comes on and she sings along with it, her mind picturing bluish-green eyes and a sweet smile. 

Sebastian furrows his brows and glances over at his sister. She's singing and her mind seems far away. A thought crosses his mind, but he shakes it away almost instantly. It was silly anyway. They've been best friends since she was eleven and he'd always thought she'd look to him as another older brother. There's no way Lily has romantic feelings for Chris…right? 

Tom walks back in the dining room and sets a plate down in front of Angie. It's her favorite, an omelette with American cheese, peppers, onions, and some salsa drizzled on top. He's paired it with some bacon and rye toast, and it makes her mouth water. 

"Oh, this looks amazing! How'd you know it was my favorite?" 

Tom laughs and takes a seat across from her. "I didn't. Omelets happen to be my favorite too, darling." 

The two of them eat and play the game where one person asks the other a question and then they switch. "When's your birthday?" Tom asks and looks across the table at her. She points her fork at him and swallows her bite of food. 

"Believe it or not, it's the same day as my favorite holiday. Halloween!" 

His eyes widen, "that's so cool! Mine is February ninth. I was almost a Valentine's Day baby!" 

"Alright, where were you born?" 

He takes a sip of wine, "Westminster, London. I actually have dual citizenship which is good for when I go and visit my family." 

Angie's eyes light up with wonder. "Wow! I've never been out of the country, but I've always wanted to go! I bet London is so pretty! I dreamed of seeing Big Ben and Buckingham Palace in person when I was a little girl." 

"I'll take you, love" 

Ang chokes on her wine making it nearly come out her nose. "I-I'm sorry? You'll what now?" 

Tom reaches across the table and takes her hand in his, rubbing little circles, "I'll take you to London, Ang. I go at least twice a year and I haven't been since March. My mum will be calling me any time now demanding I come back to visit soon." 

She stares at him, her jaw slack, "I… there's no way I can pay for that…" 

He chuckles and shakes his head, "don't be silly. I plan on buying your ticket and everything else while we're there anyway." 

"Tom," she whispers, "…I can't let you spend that much money on me." 

He gets up and walks around the table, crouching down to her level. "Darling, please? I really want to do this." He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to her lips, "besides...I can think of ways for you to pay me back. One's that don't involve money." 

He winks and her cheeks flush. "Okay, you can take me to London, BUT only if you promise not to go overboard on the money you spend on me! Promise me." He stands and lifts her up, spinning around in a circle, "I promise, love." 

He kisses her again, only this time with more passion. Angie wraps her legs around his waist while he carries her into his bedroom. It's very clean, a four poster bed, and it smells like him. That's all she gathers of her surroundings because the next second she's against the wall. Tom peppers kisses along her jaw, slowly moving to her neck. Angie moans and tilts her head back to grant him more access. 

"Tom," she whines, "oh, god, please!" 

He nips at the skin below her ear, "please what, love?" His clothed cock is putting delicious pressure on her clit making it hard to think, let alone breathe. "Wanna feel you… y-your - oh, my god - your fingers." 

Tom's left hand tangles in her long, dark locks, while his right slides underneath her shirt. "Well, why didn't you just say so, my darling girl?"

He lifts her red shirt over her head and tosses it somewhere behind him. His eyes darken as they roam her newly exposed skin. "Absolutely stunning…" 

His mouth leaves her skin burning hot wherever it touches and his big hands knead her breasts until her nipples are hardened peaks. "Tom! Need you...please 'm so wet…" 

"Oh, I know you do," he delves his tongue into her mouth and moves it against hers, pulling away only when he needs air. "But I happen to love hearing your sweet voice beg for me, so, what do you think we should do about this?" 

Angie whimpers and moves her hand down to slide up her skirt. Tom catches her wrist before she can touch herself, pinning her arms above her head. "I don't recall giving you permission to do that, love." 

She lets out a frustrated moan, her chest heaving as she gives him a desperate look. "Tom, please! Oh, god...please please touch me! I need it, baby. Wanna cum for you. I'll do anything! Just, please...don't leave me like this!" 

He pulls down her bra and takes one of her hard nipples between his teeth. She cries out and tries to move her hips to gain any sort of friction, but her attempts are unsuccessful. He has her pinned effortlessly, allowing her little to no movement, and it makes her dizzy with want. 

"You want these, darling?" He shows her his hand and smirks. "Want me to fuck you with my fingers until you're begging me to let you cum?" 

She nods rapidly, "Yes! Fuck...please! Need it so bad!" 

Tom is pretty sure he can cum just from watching her like this. All needy and desperate for his touch. She's so fucking beautiful, and even more so with flushed skin and hooded eyes. He can feel how wet she is through his pants and it makes his cock twitch. He moves a hand up her side and cups one of her breasts, squeezing until Angie's eyes flutter shut. He still has her hands pinned with his left, so he slides his right up her inner thigh. His touch is light, barely-there, and he bites his lip when her skin becomes covered in goosebumps. 

The closer he gets to her pussy, the faster she breathes, and when his index and middle fingers brush her wet panties he groans. "God, baby…these are soaked through. You really want my fingers that badly, hm?" 

All she can do is whimper, but he gives in anyway. Tom pushes them to the side and glides his fingers back and forth through her arousal. The noises she's making are his motivation. He knows she's still a virgin and even though he thinks she's wet enough to take two of them, he starts with one. 

Carefully, he pushes his middle finger inside of her and hums low and primal at how tight she is. "Such a good girl, Ang. All warm and snug around me. That feel good, love?" He watches as she shakes her head and licks her lips. "You want more, baby? Think you can take two?" Another nod. "Say it, precious girl. Tell me you want it." 

Angie is certain that she will die if Tom doesn't make her cum in the next five minutes. At this point she'd walk a tight rope over the Grand Canyon for this man to fuck her. "I w-want it, Tom! Fuck...I can't...I need… shit, baby...please!" 

He lets out a breathy laugh and slides his index finger through her folds a few times before pushing it in beside his other digit. 

"Oh, my god! Oh, feels so good!" 

He slowly starts to move them in and out, the sound of her wetness filling his room. "Mmm, yeah, baby? I'm glad it feels good. I can't wait to see how pretty you look when you come undone in my arms. You'll be nothing short of breathtaking, I'm sure." 

He goes a bit faster and curls them slightly, searching for the spot he knows will drive her wild. Tom knows he finds it when she suddenly cries out, her juices beginning to drip down his hand. 

"There it is, love. You sound so fucking pretty when you moan my name...makes me wanna cum just watching you like this, Ang." He pumps his fingers faster and pulls her into a kiss. Her body's shaking as she whimpers into his mouth. "Are you close, darling? I want you to cum, baby. C'mon, be my good girl and cum for me." 

Angie has never felt pleasure like this in her life. She's touched herself before, but it's never felt like this. Hell, she didn't even know that spot existed until his thick fingers began rubbing it. Now that she knows it's there and how fucking good Tom is, she's addicted. She can feel her walls begin to clench and when his thumb moves over her clit she loses it. 

"Tom! Tom! Oh, fuck, TOM! I… I… g-gonna cu-OH, FUCK!" 

She throws her head back and cries out his name over and over like a mantra, her cum thoroughly soaking his hand. Her legs are shaking so hard that she'd have collapsed if he wasn't holding her up. Once she can think somewhat straight again, she opens her eyes and bites her lip as she watches Tom put his fingers in his mouth. 

"Holy shit…" 

It's all she can say, but he seems to understand. 

"Sweetheart, you look a little restricted there." Angie gestures to his pants and bites her lip. "How about I get on my knees again, but this time you make yourself cum...while I watch…" 

Tom almost does from her words alone. He watches as she kneels in front of again, looking at him with those innocent brown eyes. 

"'M not gonna last long, love. Not with you looking up at me like that." 

He takes himself out of his slacks and puts his left hand on the wall, slowly starting to pump himself with the right. "Shit…you look so sexy when you cum, baby. Love the sounds you made while I fucked that sweet pussy - mmm, fuck - with my fingers. 

Angie drags her nails down his thighs and watches his mouth drop open. Tom's hand moves faster, twisting slightly when he slides over the flared head. She wants to taste him again, the salty, bitter tang of him becoming something she knows she'll crave. 

"That's it, sweetheart. Let me taste you again." 

Tom growls and grabs a fistful of her hair. "Open." 

Angie obeys immediately and a second or two later he throws his head back, her name falling from his lips as he spills into her mouth. 

She makes sure not to miss a drop, closing  her lips around the tip of his cock until he's too sensitive to handle it anymore. He's hunched over still, sweaty and panting, and Angie can't believe how sexy he looks like this. She rises to her feet and kisses him deeply. 

"Did so well for me, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you." 

Tom lets out a shaky breath and opens his eyes. "You're gonna be the death of me, love," He smiles lazily.

Since he's already partially undressed, Tom strips completely and throws on a t-shirt and sweats. "I don't know how long you plan to stay darling, but you can borrow some comfortable clothes if you want." 

Angie goes on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck, "actually…Jessy and I kind of already have things covered." 

He rests his hands on her hips and raises an eyebrow. "Care to elaborate?" 

She grins innocently, "well, see, Jessy also had a date tonight. Her and Chris are probably gettin' nasty just like we were, but anywho, she and I already told our parents that we were staying at the other's house." 

Tom laughs and shakes his head. "You two are something else. Alright then, I'll let you pick out something to wear, and I'll make some popcorn for us to eat while we watch a movie."

Chris is about to lose his mind from the way Jessy's begging to go down on him. Her brilliant hazel eyes stare up at him as he swallows. "Okay, sweetheart. Let me take these off." 

She scoots back and waits patiently while he takes his pants and boxers off, tossing them on the nearby chair carelessly. 

Jessy tugs on his hand until he gets down on the floor with her. Dodger has moved to Chris’s bed so they have more room to spread out. 

"Honey, why are we on the floor?" 

"'Cause I want you to lay down. I wanna be able to touch all of you." She gently pushes him until he's laying on his back. His left hand cradles her cheek as her petite body hovers over his.

"Jessica…you know you're beautiful, right?" Chris brushes her hair back gingerly and admires her lovingly. 

She casts her eyes down to his chest and draws little shapes with her fingertips. "Sweetheart, look at me." 

She hesitates, and when she does, her eyes pool with tears. "I...I've never once felt like I was even remotely pretty. Every time I look at myself in the mirror I...I feel dirty." She blinks back tears and tries to sit up, but Chris’s grip is to strong. "I-I can't...I can't wash it off." 

His heart constricts painfully at how broken she sounds. "What can't you wash off, baby?" 

She lets out a choked sob, "h-him...all the times he… when he… I-I can't make it go away…" 

Chris pulls her to his chest and turns them so she's laying on her side. "Shh. I've got you, sweet girl. He can't hurt you anymore. I won't let him. Not ever. You believe me, right?" 

Her lip quivers and she inhales sharply. "Yes, but I don't understand why you even want me…," she closes her eyes and buries her head in the crook of his neck. 

Chris holds her while she softly cries and pets her hair. "Jessy, why on Earth would you think such a thing? Why wouldn't I want you?" 

"I'm tainted…" 

Her voice is so small, almost inaudible. He wouldn't have even heard her if she wasn't this close to him. The moment the words leave her mouth he feels his heart break. He gently rolls her onto her back and props himself up on his arm. 

"Oh, honey, no. Don't you dare think that way. Look at me, baby. I need you to look at me when I tell you this." 

Jessy opens her eyes reluctantly and wipes the mascara off her cheeks. 

"Jessica, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." 

She shakes her head no, and he frowns. "Yes. You. Are," he enunciates every word and kisses her lips gently. "The moment I laid my eyes on you at the park my whole world stopped. I had no idea anyone could be so damn pretty. I've been on this planet for forty years, and I've had my fair share of relationships. Hell, I'm a widower, baby."

Jessy's eyes snap up to his and her tiny hand caresses his cheek. "Chris…" 

He silences her with another kiss. "I'm okay, sweetheart. She was sick, and as much as I wished she could stay, I didn't want her to suffer anymore." He kisses her forehead before continuing. "I'm telling you all of this because out of everyone I've ever been with, you are the only woman who's ever made me truly believe angels exist. I don't care how long it takes, but I will spend every day showing you just how beautiful you are...well, for as long as you'll let me anyway. I'll try my hardest to never hurt you."

Jessy gives him a tearful smile and kisses him hard. "Thank you." 

"You don't have to thank me for being honest, honey. Now, I know you were dead set on continuing our little escapade, but I'm pretty tired. Can you sleep over? I don't wanna let you go just yet." 

She nods and giggles, "yeah, about that, Angie and I kind of told a white lie." 

He tilts his head in confusion, "what did you girls do this time?" 

She rubs his chest and plays with the hair being mindful not to pull it. "We told our parents that we were staying at each other's houses since we both had dates tonight. She's probably suckin' face with Tom right now," she lets out a laugh and smiles up at him. 

Chris beams at her, "there's my favorite smile. Well, I'm glad Tom's gettin' some too. I swear, that man's been single the entire time I've known him." He stands and scoops her up into his arms. "Ahh! Chris! I can walk, ya know." 

"I know," he winks, "I just decided I'd rather carry you." Dodger lifts his head and shakes it back and forth, his tail wagging happily. "Hey, buddy, we gotta share the bed tonight, okay? Jessy is sleepin' over and you're gonna have to let her sleep in the middle. He yawns and curls up at the foot of the bed. "Good boy, Dodge." 

Chris lays Jessy down and climbs under the covers beside her, pulling her into his arms again. "I had a wonderful evening and I'm excited to spend the day with you tomorrow," he whispers and kisses her lips softly. 

"Me too," she snuggles closer and lays her head on his chest, his heartbeat thumping rhythmically against her temple. It only takes a few minutes before he hears her breathing even out, and he holds her a little tighter before closing his own eyes. 

"Goodnight, sweet girl."

[sushisara]

I don't know what this supposed to mean but thank you I guess :'D

[shaylitheorientalgirl]

This blog is somehow dead although it's actually my main blog. From now on, I'm gonna reblog the fandom stuff here as well.

[jessybarnes]

Golden Lines - Chapter Four - I Thought I Knew You

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC Jessica Anderson, Chris Evans x OFC Lily Stan, Sebastian Stan x OFC Jessica Anderson, Tom Hiddleston x OFC Ang DiLorenza 

Chapter Four Characters: Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Tom Hiddleston, OFC Jessica Anderson, OFC Lily Stan, OFC Ang DiLorenza, OFC Amanda Evans (mentioned), Dodger, OFC Linda Anderson (Jessica's Mom), OFC Shayly Andrews (mentioned), OMC Jameson Andrews (mentioned), Georgeta Orlovschi (mentioned. Sebastian Stan's Mom)

Chapter Four Rating: Mature

Chapter Four Tags: ANGST, fluff, yelling, arguments, crying, throwing things, stress, anxiety, anger, broken glass, mentions of cancer (leukemia), teacher/student relationships, implied smut, drinking, pet names, keeping secrets, jealousy, pining, and explicit language 

Chapter Four  Word Count: 4,208

Chapter Four Betas: T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza 

Chapter Four Mini Title Card: Yours Truly

Sebastian stands rooted to the spot. He can't wrap his head around the fact that Chris, his best friend, is involved with a student. Yeah, she's eighteen, but it's still against the school's policy. 

He takes his phone out of his pocket and opens his text message conversation with Chris. He feels...well, he doesn't really know what he feels. Anger? Betrayal? Jealousy? 

It's true that he thinks Jessica is beautiful. He'd be lying to himself if he said she wasn't. Sebastian squeezes his phone so hard his knuckles are white. It's a wonder it doesn't break. He scowls and furiously begins typing a message he knows he’ll regret later. Right now, he's too pissed to care. 

He shuts his phone off and storms back to his classroom. It's a damn good thing it's time for him to leave for the day because he's not sure he could teach right now. Sebastian rips his jacket off the back of his chair and grabs his keys before turning around to head to his car. 

Of course, Chris is standing in his doorway. Just his fucking luck. 

"Move." 

He stares angrily into Chris’s pleading eyes. "Sebastian…please I…just please listen to m-" 

Chris flinches as his friend steps closer to him, his finger pointing inches from his face. "No! You don't get to explain ANYTHING to me! I've already seen enough," he thrusts his fingertip hard into Chris’s chest, "Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Way." 

Chris feels his throat tighten. Tears sting his eyes as he steps to the side. "P-Please...just please don't tell anyone," he whispers. 

Sebastian turns around. If looks could kill, Chris would be dead by now. "Oh, don't worry," his words spew from his mouth like venom, "I won't tell your precious little secret. Unlike you, I'm actually fucking loyal and don't keep shit this big from my best friend." 

Chris clenches his fists so hard it breaks the skin. He can't breathe. 

"GODDAMMIT!" 

He picks up a book from Sebastian’s desk and hurls it across the room, hitting the opposite wall. His chest heaves and his hands fist his hair. 

Chris isn't even that upset that Sebastian knows. No, he's mad at himself. He should have told him from the start, but he was scared. Scared that this pure, beautiful thing he and Jessica have would fall apart before it even began. Chris pulls his truck keys out of his pocket and swiftly walks to the parking lot. He has to fix this. Sebastian’s text message be damned, he's going to his house anyway

Jessica hums happily while she walks to her car. Angie gave her address to her earlier, but she wants to change her clothes to something comfier first. She unlocks the driver's door and slides in, a wave of heat making the whole inside of her car feel like a sauna. "God, it's hotter than Satan's asshole in here," she mutters to herself.

Her Metallica album resumes its playback from this morning's drive. One, her favorite song, blasts from her stereo as she sings along with James. The drive home takes a little longer, but that's to be expected when every high schooler with a car is trying to leave the parking lot at the same time. 

Jessica pulls into her driveway and hurries inside. "Hey, Mom! I'm home!" She sets her bag by the door and bounds up the stairs. 

"In my room, sweetie!" 

She walks to her room and grins happily, "I made some friends today!" 

"That's awesome, baby! I knew you would! I know they're not Shayly and Jameson, but I hope you can be happy here. I just want the best for you." 

Jessica softens and pulls her Mom into a hug. "Oh, Mom…it's alright. I know why we had to leave. I can always call Shay and Jamie to catch up. I actually wanted to see if I could go to my friend Angie's house to do homework." 

Her Mom smiles, "of course, honey! Just be home before midnight, okay?" 

Jessica shouts a thank you as she hurries to her room to change. Deciding on a pair of grey sweats and a baggy Avenged Sevenfold tee, she slips her converse back on and heads back to her car. "Bye, Mom!" 

The drive to Angie's only takes about ten minutes and soon she's met with her favorite brunette once again. "Hi, lovely! Long time no see!" Angie pulls her into a hug and leads her inside. 

"Hey, babe! C'mon, we have loads to talk about." 

Jessica giggles and follows her to her room. "What do you mean, Ang? I thought you gave us all the details at lunch." 

Angie shuts her door and plops down on her bed. "Okay, so maybe something did happen…" 

Chris’s knuckles are white as he grips the steering wheel. His radio is off, but his mind is racing. He doesn't know what he plans to do when he gets to Sebastian's. He just hopes he talks to him. 

His house comes into view, the beautiful dark red brick accenting the white shutters is the most beautiful scenery on the block. Lily's flowerbed is in full bloom. Pink and white roses are planted next to purple and red tulips. The large ash tree casts a shadow along the ground where he parks his truck. 

Chris can see them from where he is. They're sitting on the couch together, laughing about whatever it is they’re watching. Lily is munching on some popcorn while Sebastian nurses a glass of whiskey. They look so carefree. It pains Chris to see that his best friend doesn't even look the tiniest bit upset about what happened just forty-five minutes ago.

Part of him wants to turn around and leave, but he knows that won't solve anything. He sighs and swallows the lump in his throat as he climbs out of his truck. His feet feel like they're made of lead, and the closer he gets to his front door the louder his heartbeat gets. He stands still for a moment, just to gather his bearings. Finally, he reaches up and knocks on the big white door.

Sebastian sits next to his sister, trying hard to distract himself from remembering the look on Chris’s face. The moment he walked away his mind was screaming at him to go back and pull him into a hug. The hurt he felt overpowered that though.

He and Lily are watching Step Brothers, her pick, but he's not paying attention. He laughs along with her every time he hears her do it just so she doesn't catch on to his sullen mood. 

A knock on his front door makes his stomach drop. He immediately knows it's Chris. He looks at Lily and sighs. "Hey, listen, I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to raincheck on our movie night." 

She raises an eyebrow, "Seb, are you okay? You've been acting funny lately, and I'm honestly scared I'm losing you." She looks down at her lap and blinks to hide her teary eyes. 

It breaks his heart to see his baby sister like this. With their Mom in Romania, he's all she has. "Lil, hey, look at me." She sniffles and turns her gaze in his direction. "I promise you're not losing me. You never will, okay? Work has been stressful and Chris and I aren't on good terms right now. Actually, he's the one outside. I'm gonna go talk to him in the garage for a bit, but I swear I'll make it up to you." 

Sebastian kisses her temple and walks to the door, his drink still in hand. He pulls it open and steps outside motioning in the direction of his garage. "I told you I had plans with my sister." His words are void of emotion as he opens the overhead door and grabs two folding chairs. 

Chris takes one and sits down. "I'm sorry." His voice is small, and vulnerable, as he looks down at the concrete floor. 

Sebastian begins to pace, "what exactly are you sorry for, Chris? For neglecting to tell me about your little thing that could fuck up your entire career? For ruining my weekly movie night with my sister? What?" 

Chris hangs his head, "Sebastian, I-" 

"No!" 

He throws his glass, and pieces scatter everywhere as it hits the ground. "Tell me what you're fucking sorry for!" 

Chris stands up and looks directly into his eyes. 

"I'M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING!" 

His outburst not only shocks Sebastian but also himself. He's shaking with emotion and the words just won't stop. "I'm scared! Scared because I feel something for her that I haven't felt since Amanda. Scared because even though it could destroy my entire fucking life, my feelings outweigh that fear. I'm scared because even after betraying my best friend like the coward I am, I still don't want to call this whole thing off!" 

Sebastian is staring at him, eyes wide with a mix of emotions. He can see how torn up Chris is over this. If he's being honest with himself, he hasn't seen him this upset since Amanda was diagnosed with leukemia. Sebastian watches him brush a tear from his cheek and turn around. 

"I'm sorry I ruined your night, Seb. I'm gonna go." 

Even through his anger and jealousy, he still doesn't want Chris to leave. Not like this. "Chris, wait!" He stops and looks over his shoulder, eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Have a drink with me please." 

Even though Lily is inside the house she can still hear the two of them. She absolutely hates hearing her brother and his best friend arguing. It doesn't help that she's been in love with Chris since she was fourteen. Of course, neither he nor Sebastian knows this. That wouldn't go over well.

She pulls her knees to her chest and puts her head down to try and drown out their yelling. Lily can't exactly make out what they're saying, but she picks up words here and there. From what she can gather, they seem to be arguing over a girl. How typical, she thinks to herself. 

The sound of glass breaking makes her jump and her eyes shut tight. Chris’s loud voice echoes through the thin walls and she's half tempted to intervene. She hears him say that liking this girl could ruin his life and it makes her brows furrow. What does he mean by that? 

She gets up to get another cream soda-flavored Dr. Pepper and grabs her phone to text Angie. Anything to distract herself from the fiasco going down on the other side of the wall. 

Jessica's eyes widen, "what do you mean something else happened?! Girl, give me the tea!" 

Angie blushes and falls backward onto her comforter. "Well, we didn't kiss, but...I did sorta hold his hand for like...I don't know. A minute?" 

Jessy squeals, "Ang! Oh, my god! Like are we talking about interlocking fingers or something else?" 

"Something else. I was standing next to him up at the whiteboard while he attempted to explain the formulas to me. Of course, I wasn't paying attention because how could I, ya know? He smelled so fucking good, Jessy. God, it was heaven. So, anyway, I desperately wanted to touch him, but I didn't have a reason to. That is until I looked down and saw his watch. 

I reached for his hand and wrapped my fingers around his palm. Let me tell you...his hands? Fucking huge. He can curl his fingers over mine for sure. So, he stops talking and I look up at him, right? Jessica...the way this man looked at me… GIRL! When I tell you I became instantly wet…sweet god. He looked at me like he wanted to devour me. I could tell he was nervous though because he sent me on my way." 

Jessica is about to respond, but Angie's text tone stops her. "It's Lily. What are she and Seb up to?" 

She watches as Ang taps her thumbs across the keyboard at lightning speed. 

"Um...well, things aren't going well." 

Jess scoots closer to Angie so she can look at the screen. Three little dots appear and they wait in anticipation. The moment she reads her response, her blood runs cold. Sebastian must have seen his number when she ran into him earlier. 

"Ang…," tears pool in her eyes as she sucks in a sharp breath, "this is all my fault!" 

Angie types a quick reply and turns sideways to face her friend. "Honey, what do you mean? You're not seriously blaming yourself for having a panic attack, are you? 'Cause that definitely does not make this your fault." 

Jessica shakes her head and paws at the tear tracks on her cheeks. "I was distracted earlier...after choir...a-and I ran into Sebastian by accident. Felt like a fucking brick wall, but that's beside the point. Chris had given me his number on a little scrap of paper and I was too stupid to tear it up after putting him in my phone. Guess what fell out when he was helping me get my books that were scattered everywhere? That fucking piece of paper." 

She buries her head in her hands, "I'm so goddamn stupid! Fuck! I bet Chris hates me." 

Angie pulls her into a hug. "Hey, Jessy, listen to me, okay? It was an accident. Chris doesn't hate you. He was probably terrified Sebastian would rat you guys out, but Lily said Chris told him he was willing to risk everything despite the consequences." 

She turns the phone so Jessica can read it. "See? This man is crazy about you!" 

She watches the three dots appear on Ang's phone, and when the next message appears all the color drains from her face. "A-Ang? Um...s-she thinks Sebastian is jealous…" 

The brunette frowns, "what do you mea-" She stops as her eyes scan the words Lily sent back. Her gaze snaps to Jessica's a second later. "Whoa...Jess, this is big. I mean, do you like Seb?" 

She wipes her eyes with her shirt and sniffles, "I mean...I…," she sighs, "he's hot, like really hot, but Chris just...he makes me feel...I don't know…" 

Angie takes her hands and looks seriously into her eyes. "Alive?" She finishes for her. 

Jessica looks up sharply, "yes," she breathes. That's it exactly! How did you know?" 

Ang turns her eyes to the open window, the passing cars becoming a brief distraction. She can't help the thick tears that fall down her own cheeks. "Because it's how I feel about Mr. H…"

Tom is sitting silently against the wall of his bedroom. He's still in his work clothes, having been too preoccupied to change. He's thinking about her. She's all he can think about since he first laid eyes on her earlier that morning. 

He sighs and gently leans his head back against the wall. How can one woman make him feel like this? Tom can still feel her tiny hand in his, gripping it so softly. He hated sending her away, but he knew if he didn't he'd have taken her right there on his desk. Her long, dark hair, that perfect, curvy frame, those big, innocent doe eyes...God! 

Tom closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He knows how dangerous it will be for him if he goes through with this, but then he remembers Chris’s words from earlier. Go with what your heart says. He already knows what it's saying, it rang loud and clear the moment he saw Angie. 

He wants her.

Tom gets to his feet and grabs his laptop. He knows what he's about to do is breaking roughly five school rules, but, at this point, he’s thrown caution to the wind. His leg bounces impatiently while he waits for his computer to boot up. Finally, he finds the file he's looking for. His third-hour class roster. 

He scrolls down to Angie's name and double-clicks on the info tab next to her picture. Tom types her cell phone number into a new text message conversation and sends a quick message before he can change his mind. God, he hopes she doesn't freak out over this.

Tom stares at his phone screen with a smile on his face. He's surprisingly calm given the gravity of the conversation he just had. This will be the first real date he's had in years. All of his past flings were mostly one-night stands that led to awkward mornings and the famous walk of shame to his car. 

He bites his lip as he re-reads Angie's messages. He can practically hear the confident, borderline bratty tone in her words. He's going to have to show her who's in charge once, no if, they ever get to that point. He'll never force her into anything she isn't comfortable with. Especially since they have a considerably large age gap. Although, the thought of her beneath him, writhing under his touch gives him the most beautiful image in his mind. He can almost hear her sweet voice moan his name. "Fuck!" He groans. She's going to be the death of him. 

Jessica looks into her friend's eyes with shock. "So you…you wanna be with Mr. Hiddleston? Like in a relationship?" 

Angie nods, "yeah, I just don't think he would do something like that though." 

"Why do you think that?" Jess asks. 

Angie shrugs and swipes her sleeve over her eyes, drying her remaining tears. "He just...he doesn't give off the vibe that says 'I'd break the rules to be with you', ya know? I mean, I'm pretty sure he's attracted to me. We've kinda established that already, but I-" 

Ang's phone screen lights up notifying her of a new text message. 

"You think it's Lily giving us an update?" 

Jess watches her unlock it, her eyes immediately widen and she gasps. "It's...it's him!" 

Jessica bounces with excitement. "OH, MY GOD! Ang! What did he say?!" She flips the phone, letting Jess read. "Dude, I fuckin' told you he had it bad for you!" 

Angie shakes her head. "I don't know, love. This doesn't really mean he's "got it bad" for me…" 

Jessy watches her type back to him and scoffs, "babe, are you kidding?! This man probably just went against protocol and got your phone number from the school's website. I think that speaks for itself, don't you?" 

"Yeah, I suppose you're right." Her eyes go wide, "Oh, my god! Ahh! I've got a date Saturday! He wants me to come over to eat and watch a movie!" 

Jessica hugs her tight, "that's amazing, love!" I wish I had the courage to text Chris…" 

"Gimme your phone." 

She gapes at her, "Ang, wha-" 

She holds out her hand and raises an eyebrow. "Jessy, hand it over. You're not chickening out. Not when that blue-eyed heartthrob literally made 'fuck me' eyes at you nearly the entire class period."

She reluctantly hands Angie her phone and watches as she types a quick message. "And now we wait!" 

Jessica looks at her phone, the two little words Angie wrote make her heart race. Is he still at Sebastian’s? Will he want to talk to her? She doesn't have to wait long because the three dots suddenly appear at the bottom of her screen. "Oh, god! He's typing!" 

Chris’s message appears and a flood of warmth jolts through her body like a tidal wave. "He called me sweetheart!" 

Angie grins, "girl work your magic and get yourself a date!" 

Jessica bites her lip and thinks for a moment. "Alright, wish me luck!" 

Chris slowly walks back into Sebastian’s garage, his eyes looking anywhere but at his friend. 

"Here, man. I still have a six-pack of your favorite." Sebastian hands him a beer and sits down. "Please sit. I wanna hear your side of it." 

He swipes a large hand over his beard and takes a seat next to Sebastian. "I um...well, you already know what happened at the park with Dodge. She looked so beautiful, Seb. I…she was like an angel. It took my breath away. I planned on asking her to get a cup of coffee with me, but she said she had to go eat and prepare for school before I had the chance." 

He cracks open the beer can and takes a long pull. "I-I…I guess I thought she meant college. Then when I saw her in my class I just...I froze. Lily's friend, the brunette...I think her name is Angie, must have told Jess I was staring at her cause she looked up at me and immediately began panicking. 

I didn't want her to freak out so I slipped her a note telling her to see me after class. That backfired too. She had an anxiety attack right in front of me, Sebastian. I didn't know what to do so I locked the door to my room and took her in my arms. It was all I could think of to try and calm her down. I held her while she cried and I shushed her until she was able to breathe normally again. That's when she looked at me.

Seb, I… I couldn't even begin to explain what it felt like to see her looking at me like that. Eyes wet with tears, pink, chapped lips, her fucking perfectly curled hair...fuck, man. I couldn't breathe. Before I could think twice about it, I asked if I could kiss her, and when she said yes, every last shred of my self-control flew out the window."

Sebastian waited patiently for Chris to finish. He took in every word, and even though a pang of jealousy squeezed his heart when he said he kissed her, he still kept his composure. Chris is looking at him, clearly waiting for him to say something. He leans back in his chair and sighs, 

"So, you really like her, huh?" 

Chris nods, "I do...I really do." 

Seb finishes his beer and grabs another. "I'm sorry I acted the way I did. You didn't deserve that." 

Chris shakes his head, "no Seb. You had every right to be mad at me." 

"No, I didn't. I was more upset with myself. I've been...in a funk lately, and I used this situation as an excuse to vent my anger. It wasn't the right thing to do and I'm sorry."

Chris sets his beer down on the floor and stands. "Come here." 

Sebastian cocks an eyebrow but slowly walks toward him anyway. "Look, man, if you're gonna hit me I-" 

Chris pulls him into a hug and claps him on the back. "I forgave you the moment it happened." He pulls back to continue, but his phone's text tone interrupts him.

They both look over at it laying face up on the arm of the chair. "It's her, isn't it?" Sebastian asks. 

Chris swipes his unlock pattern and opens the new message, his lips curling up into a bright smile. "Yeah, it is." 

Sebastian glances at his watch, "shit, man. I didn't realize how late it was. I have like forty journal entries to read and respond to. You're welcome to stay and hang out if you want though." 

Chris shakes his head. "Nah, I gotta feed Dodger and take him out. I'm sure he's made a mess of the living room by now. Thank you for uh...for listening to me. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before." 

Sebastian holds up his hand. "It's alright, we're good. I'll see you tomorrow bright and early." 

Chris walks back to his truck and turns on the classic rock station. He's over the moon that Jessica texted him, and he's even more excited for this weekend. Now he has to figure out what he's going to cook for her.

Sebastian walks back into his house and finds the TV off and their snacks cleaned up. It dawns on him that Lily most likely heard most of everything that happened. He's really going to have to make it up to her now.

He sets two big stacks of composition notebooks on his dining room table and begins reading. Most of the entries are about the same. Stories about their siblings, how many pets they have, and the family vacations they take with their parents. 

He pulls the next one off the pile and stops. Written in neat handwriting is Jessica's name. He swallows hard and slowly opens it to the first page. The more he reads, the more his heart aches. This beautiful woman seems to have had a tough life, and he tries not to imagine to what extent that is. His response is simple, and he knows it's a can of worms he shouldn't open, but what kind of teacher would he be if he didn't at least offer her an outlet to vent her feelings? It is the whole purpose of the journal assignments, and he's just doing his job. That's it. Sebastian signs his name and moves it to the completed pile. He rubs his eyes and groans. This is going to be a long night. 

[sushisara]

Ahogelogy [Protagonists only]

I believe the length of Ahoges have been discussed before in this fandom, so this time, let's study the behavior of Ahoges.

Ahoge users tend to show some part of their emotions through their Ahoges. Some of them have more intense movements compare to others. It appears that Shuichi and Kiibo moves their ahoge the most, as you can see, their ahoges have more shapes and movements compare to others.

You can add your takes as well.

[Friendly Reminder: This post isn't serious, and It didn't take that much of time to make.]

[sushisara]

Okay let's discuss;

Linhardt von Hevring and Himiko Yumeno, the lazy mages.

They even got the same lips

[sushisara]

I really like to know why they bluntly say Danganronpa when you examine the dashboard.

Is there any relationship between the dashboard of a classic machine and Danganronpa? Did I miss anything?

GET OUT

[sushisara]

It sucks to be a male protagonist in Danganronpa.

Source//Artist

[jessybarnes]

Golden Lines - Chapter One - A New Beginning

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC Jessica Anderson, Chris Evans x OFC Lily Stan, Sebastian Stan x OFC Jessica Anderson, Tom Hiddleston x OFC Ang DiLorenza 

Chapter One Characters: Chris Evans, Dodger, Sebastian Stan, Tom Hiddleston (mentioned), OFC Jessica Anderson, OFC Lily Stan, OFC Ang DiLorenza, OFC Jenny Preston, OFC Shayly Andrews (mentioned), OMC Jameson Andrews (mentioned),  OFC Mrs. Michalson 

Chapter One Rating: Mature

Chapter One Tags: Angst, fluff, being nervous, moving to a new state, being anxious, starting at a new school, mentions of past emotional abuse, mentions of drinking/alcoholism, mentions of a past date, mentions of kissing, a small injury, Chris is a big sweetie and Dodger is the cutest puppy ever, medical treatment (well, kinda lol), slight panic, mentions of Vietnam and Wuthering Heights, and explicit language. 

Chapter One Word Count: 3,816

Chapter One Betas: T. Thompson and @madashatters18

Chapter One Mini Title Card: Yours Truly

The reflection of the sun's rays dances across Jessica's bedroom walls as she lies awake. She's been up for about an hour now, just staring at her ceiling contemplating how the first day at her new high school was going to go. The tail end of summer is in full swing. Cool mornings, hot afternoons, and cozy nights are her favorite part of the year. Well, at least it had been until her Mom uprooted her entire life and moved the two of them across the country. 

The cozy two-story house in San Francisco where she grew up had been the only one she'd ever lived in. Shayly Andrews was her first friend and the two of them grew up together, becoming inseparable. They lived on the same block, went through school together, and as cliché as it was, Jessica fell in love with Shayly's brother Jameson. He'd taken her on her first real date. A romantic picnic at the local park and a movie at the vintage theater downtown. If she closes her eyes, she can still remember the laughs the two of them shared and the sweet kiss he'd given her on the top step of her front porch under the moonlight. 

Even though her home life wasn't great, she was always able to escape at Shayly's. Hell, they'd even given her a spare key and her own twin bed and dresser in their guest room. Jessica's Dad, if you could even call him that, was almost never home, and when he was he was always drunk. He'd pick a fight with her Mom and it would end in a screaming match with Jessica protecting her. Finally, her Mom grew a pair, decided their ten-year-long marriage was unsalvageable, and began the gruesome process of divorce. They fought over assets, of course, because fighting is all they knew how to do, and they brought her into the middle of it. 

Jessica rolls her eyes at the thought. Parents of the year!  

With a heavy sigh, she wraps her puffy comforter tighter around her petite body and turns onto her left side. The big red numbers on her digital alarm clock stare menacingly back reading seven-fifteen. There is no point in going back to sleep now. Her first class starts in forty-five minutes. Deciding to just rip off the metaphorical bandaid, Jessica throws off her covers and climbs out of bed. 

After loosely curling her striking red hair and applying some winged liner and berry chapstick, she slips on her favorite sundress and a pair of red flats. The dress is navy blue and has cherries as the design. It accentuates her natural curves, flowing freely at the bottom giving it a light summery feel. A spritz of her favorite perfume and the friendship necklace Shayly bought her complete the look. 

Grabbing her bag and white jacket, Jessica trudges down the stairs to grab her car keys off the hook next to the door. Her Mom is sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee picking through one of the many unpacked boxes scattered throughout the house. 

"Bye Mom! I'll be home later." Jessica tries not to grimace at how exhausted her Mom looks as she offers her a small smile. 

"Have a good day, honey. I love you." 

She waves, "I love you too!"

The drive is uneventful and it's nice out. The crisp morning air feels cool on Jessica's hand as it hangs out the window. Metallica’s ...And Justice for All album flows through her car's speakers, but it does nothing to calm her nerves as she gets closer and closer to Andover High. 

The school comes into view and Jessica sucks in a breath. It's huge! Much larger than her previous school where the graduating class was probably no more than a hundred students. She pulls into an empty parking space and wipes her clammy hands on her dress. "It's just a school. They're just people. You got this," she says to herself before getting out of her white Sunfire. 

The sun comes out from behind the clouds, warming her skin as she starts towards the front entrance. Thankfully, Jessica finds the front office without any problems. She opens the door and slowly walks up to the woman behind a big oak desk. She's older, probably in her late fifties. Her blondish gray hair is tied back into a neat bun, and she's got a pair of reading glasses pushed up on top of her head. 

"Good morning! What can I do for you, dear? She smiles warmly. 

Jessica picks at her nails, a nervous habit, "um...hi. I'm a new student." 

She taps her painted fingernails across the keyboard and turns her gaze back. "What's your name, sweetie?" 

"Jessica Anderson." 

Jessica watches as she brings her glasses down in front of her eyes and clicks her mouse a few times. "Ah ha! There you are! Welcome, Jessica. My name is Mrs. Preston, but most of the kids here just call me Jenny. I've got your schedule here, this second piece of paper has your locker number and combination, and finally here is your parking pass. Just make sure this sticker is placed on the lower left side of your windshield. It looks like your first class is English Literature with Mr. Stan. He's really nice, you'll like him. If you go out the doors you came in and take a right you'll come to a hallway, take that down to the end, and hang a left. His classroom is the third door on the right." 

Jessica nods and takes the papers, "thank you, Jenny. I'm sure I'll be seeing more of you." 

She grins and waves, "come back anytime, dear! Have a good day!" 

Students swarm the halls, scrambling to get to class on time. Jessica pushes through the crowd and takes in her surroundings. The school seems fairly new, with a blue tile floor with little flecks of navy and gold, rows and rows of blue lockers, and cream-colored walls. It's aesthetically pleasing. Finally, she reaches what she thinks is Mr. Stan's room and tentatively walks in. 

The desks are mostly filled and it makes Jessica anxious. If there's one thing she hates, it's being somewhere unfamiliar and having no idea where to go. A girl with long wavy brown hair smiles, reassuringly, at her. 

"Come sit in front of me, no one sits there anyway." 

Jessica lets out a breath and slides behind the desk, "thank you. I really hate being the center of attention. Especially when I'm somewhere I've never been before." 

The girl laughs, "oh, same here! I'm Angie DiLorenza, but everyone calls me Ang. My best friend Lily should be here any time, she sits next to me." 

Jessica grins, "I'm Jessica Anderson, but you can call me Jessy." 

"It's nice to meet you, Jessy! I love that dress!" Before she can thank her for the compliment, Ang looks up and waves. "Lily! Hey, girl! Come here and meet our new friend." 

Jessica turns and sees a pretty blonde walking toward them. She takes her seat and sets her bag on the floor. "Hey! I'm Lily Stan." 

Jessica smiles warmly and shakes her hand, "I'm Jessica Anderson, but you can call me Jessy. It's very nice to me- wait… did you say, Stan? As in Mr. Stan?" 

Lily chuckles, "yeah, he's, unfortunately, my older brother. I know, lame right? Sadly, I don't get extra credit for being related to him either." As if on queue, the whole room gets quiet and all eyes move to the front of the class. 

Jessica turns around and sucks in a sharp breath. A man, who she presumes is Mr. Stan walks in front of his desk and leans back on it. He's tall, at least a foot more than her - probably six foot - and very well built. His short brown hair is neatly tousled, and his eyes are the prettiest shade of blue. They're the color of an undisturbed ocean. He's wearing a charcoal gray suit with a white undershirt and matching striped tie that's a perfect contrast to his flawless skin. He clears his throat, his smooth baritone voice fills the room. 

"Good morning, class. My name is Mr. Stan and I will be your English Literature teacher for the next ten months or so." He scans the room, "most of you I know, but," his eyes stop on Jessica. "I see a few new faces." 

She blushes and looks down at her hands. 

"Now, I know the year just started, so I won't load you down with a lot of homework, but I do have two things I want to start today.”

He holds up a book and taps the cover with his fingers. "One of my favorite books to teach about is Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. I'm sure a lot of you have heard of it, and maybe some of you have even read it before. You will be assigned a chapter a day for the next couple of weeks or so, and once we finish the book I'll assign a two-page paper on your perspective of the story. The second thing," he gestures to a crate full of composition notebooks, "are these journals." 

A few students groan and he chuckles. 

"We will be doing daily entries about various topics in these notebooks. Now, before you dismiss the idea, let me explain what my expectations are. We will have set topics that I will expect at least a paragraph on every Monday through Thursday. Friday's will be a free write, meaning you can write about whatever you want. Your favorite band, your favorite vacation spot, whatever you want to talk about is fine with me. It needs to be at least a paragraph though. I will read and respond to each and every entry." 

He moves closer to Jessica's row and she bites her lip to keep from reacting. He smells amazing. Like sandalwood, cinnamon, and a hint of citrus. 

"A couple of other things I want to mention before we get started on our first entry are the following: I will not share any of your writings with anyone unless you mention hurting yourself or another person. Then I would have no choice because it's the law. The last thing I want to make clear is you don't have to hold back your emotions with me. If you're having a shitty day and want to just write fuck over and over again for your free entry, then, by all means, do it. Let's be real here, we all curse. I'm not here to parent you. I'm here to teach you."

He grabs a stack of notebooks, enough for every individual row, and hands them to each student in the front. When he gets to Jessica, his fingers brush against hers making her breath hitch. His eyes flick down to hers and it may have been her imagination, but she swore his pupils were slightly dilated. 

What are you thinking, idiot?! He's like thirty-something! Not to mention your freakin' teacher! What would he ever see in you? 

Once all the journals are passed out, he begins writing on the board, giving Jessica a view of his backside. 

God, seriously?! Does this man have anything about him that isn't perfect? 

"Okay, so, for this first entry, I just want you to introduce yourself to me. Tell me your hobbies, if you have siblings, what you do at home, what your aspirations are, etcetera. You have," he glances at his wristwatch, "about thirty minutes to write me a paragraph." 

Jessica's face falls. Talking about her home life is something she loathes, and who can blame her when her childhood was one of the worst experiences of her life? Jessica writes her name on the front cover and opens it to the first page. She sighs and taps her pen against her bottom lip. Deciding just to just be honest, she begins writing. 

Jessica closes her notebook and rests her chin on the palm of her hand. She blows a stray red curl out of her face and looks up. Mr. Stan is staring at her and when he offers her a soft smile her heart begins to race. She feels her cheeks heat up and smiles back at him. 

What are you doing?! You just met his sister! You can't flirt with her brother, Jessy! That's like an unspoken rule! Not to mention, again, he's your friggin' teacher! 

The bell rings and silences her inner monologue making her jump. "Please leave your notebooks on your desks and pick up a copy of Wuthering Heights on your way out." 

She turns to Ang and Lily as they all stand up. "Where's your next class?" Lily asks. 

Jessica pulls out her schedule and scans the paper. "Uhh...History with Mr. Evans." 

Ang smiles and hoists her bag higher on her shoulder. "Hey! Me too! We can walk there together." 

Lily picks her backpack up off the floor and pouts. "Boo…I have Chemistry with Mrs. Michalson. I've got Math with Mr. Hiddleston after that though. What about you guys?" 

Both girls look at their papers. "Hey, same here!" Ang smiles. 

"I also have him!" Jessica nods. "Great! I'll see you two later!" 

Jessica grabs a copy of Wuthering Heights off Mr. Stan's desk and follows Ang out into the busy hallway. "C'mon, I know a shortcut. These halls get ruthless sometimes." 

She follows Angie through a less crowded area and then down another hall before they catch back up with the throng of kids making their way to their next class. "Here we are!" Ang links her arm with Jessica's and leads her to two desks in the middle of the room. "Let's sit here. Oh, and by the way, if you thought Mr. Stan was hot then you aren't ready for Mr. Evans. He's somethin' else." 

Jessica winces. "Um… I… Mr. Stan's…uhh…" 

Ang laughs and shakes her head. "Don't worry, babe. I'm not gonna tell Lily. She probably wouldn't care anyway. Most girls swoon over her brother and she's gotten used to it." 

Just before she can respond Angie motions to the front of the class. "Take a look at that tall drink of water. It's a damn shame we're his students and not old enough to hit on him." 

Jessica looks over and immediately stops breathing. Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! This would be her luck, wouldn't it? She swallows hard and looks down at her hands recalling the memory of what happened the day before. 

She'd been bored in her room and decided to take a walk down to the local park. It was nice out and it would give her an opportunity to familiarize herself with the neighborhood. The walk was short, and uneventful to be honest, but the park had been buzzing with activity. Joggers ran along the paths, kids played on the playground, and a few other people were walking their dogs. 

Jessica had decided to walk along the same path the joggers were on, soaking up the warm sun. It was a very nice day. Birds were singing, a light breeze made the August heat bearable, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The path curved and she followed it, not paying attention to her surroundings. She had been focused on a family of ducks quacking near the pond. 

The next thing she knew, she was on the ground. Something hard had hit the side of her head and an excited dog had followed suit, knocking her over. It began sniffing and licking her face, making her giggle. 

"Dodge! Hey buddy, stop! Get off of her!" 

A man had come running over and pulled the dog away by his collar. He had a red Frisbee in his other hand. "Are you alright? I'm so sorry. The wind took it and I didn't mean for it to hit you. Also, sorry about him," he helped Jessica up and motioned to his furry companion, "he gets excited and forgets his own strength." 

Jessica nodded, words having failed her. He was gorgeous. Tall, with short dirty blonde hair, and bluish-green eyes that shone in the sunlight. 

"You sure you're alright?" He grimaced and brushed his thumb over a spot on her forehead, "it's pretty red right here. I have some Neosporin in my truck. At least let me put some on there, ya know, to make it up to you. 'S not every day we run into a pretty young lady." 

Jessica blushed and shook her head. "S-Sure umm...thank you…" 

He had led her to a pretty maroon truck, a Chevy Silverado, that was parked nearby. "I'm Chris and this little man right here is Dodger." He smiled fondly and gave his head a scratch. 

She giggled, "My name's Jessica. I um...just moved here a few weeks ago. My parents divorced and my Mom decided that moving across the country was the most appropriate thing to do, so here I am. She tried to make light of it and told me it was a belated eighteenth birthday present, but it still sucked leaving everything behind." Jessica winced, "sorry...you probably don't care about all of that. I just get nervous around handsome men, and I tend to ramble." She realized what she said and immediately went beet red. 

Chris laughed and it made butterflies gather in her stomach. "Yeah, Dodge is pretty handsome, isn't he? He gets all the ladies." 

He opened the driver's door and felt for something in the center console, "I'm sorry to hear about your parents, Jessica. I'm sure it's hard to go through something like that." Chris unscrewed the cap and set it on the hood of his truck. "Alright, I'll be gentle, I promise." The pad of his thumb had swiped gently above her eyebrow and it sent a shiver down her body. 

"There we go, good as new." His light eyes seemed to sparkle as she looked into them. She had watched them flick down to her lips for a split second. The action would have been undetectable if she hadn't been so caught up in how beautiful they were. 

"Th-Thank you, Chris. I um…dinner will be ready soon, and I gotta get ready for school tomorrow. I-It was really nice to meet you and Dodger." 

Chris smiled again and it made her knees weak. "It was nice to meet you too, Jessica! Yeah, we better get goin' too. Gotta get some food in this guy before he chews my leg off." He smirked and scratched his chin lovingly. "Maybe we'll see each other around some time, yeah?" 

Jessica bit her lip, "oh yeah, definitely! I live just over the hill there so I'll be here a lot." 

"Well, I'll be sure to keep an eye out for you, and I'll try not to hurt you next time." He winked and heat pooled low in her belly. 

"Thanks again, Chris! See you later." 

He waved and lifted Dodger into his truck. "Bye, Jessica!" 

Jessica buries her head in her hands at the memory. This couldn't be happening. How is she supposed to go a whole school year with Chris as her teacher? 

"Hey, Jessy, you okay?" 

Shit, she forgot Angie was next to her. "Y-Yeah I uhh… I'm good. I just...this isn't the first time I've met Mr. Evans…" 

Ang raises an eyebrow, "what do you mean this isn't the fir-OH MY GOD! Did you two...you know…hook up?!" 

She whispers, but it's still too loud for Jessica's liking. "Shh! Ang! He's going to hear us! No, we didn't hook up, but we did meet yesterday in the park. I'll tell you after class, okay?" 

Angie eyes her suspiciously, "alright but I want all the details." She looks in Chris’s direction again and smirks. "Looks like teach recognizes you too, babe." 

Jessica's stomach drops and hesitantly moves her gaze to the front of the room. Sure enough, Chris is staring at her, his eyes wide. She shrinks in on herself and looks at her hands. Maybe she can talk to Jenny and see about getting her schedule switched. 

He clears his throat and composes himself before addressing the class. "Okay, let's get started. My name is Mr. Evans and I'll be teaching you the importance of our nation's history. To ease everyone into things, the first assignment is gonna be something that you guys will hopefully find fun." 

Chris holds up a blank hardback book. "These books are empty right now, but they won't be in a couple of weeks. Each of you is going to pick a war that happened, or one that's still happening, and fill this book with facts about it. Decorate it, make it your own, and add some color. Make it fun." 

Jessica watches as he writes something on a piece of paper, quickly looking away when he turns to the class again. 

"You may talk quietly amongst yourselves while I pass these out. Then I'll give you the rest of the hour to pick a war and plan on how you will fill each page of your book." 

Jessica keeps her eyes on the chipped polish that covers her nails while her classmates talk. Angie is discreetly texting someone, eyeing her every couple of seconds. Chris gently places a blank book on her desk and lingers just a moment before moving on. Jessica can't look at him, but she does smell him. God, he smells so good. All woodsy with hints of lavender, patchouli, and vanilla. 

"Alright, there are stacks of history books on the table in the back of the room. Each of you are to grab one of those and then think about what war you'd like to learn more about. I'll be at my desk should you have any questions." 

Angie leans over and squeezes Jessica's hand, "I'll grab you a book, love. Just try and breathe, okay?" 

She nods and runs her fingers over the empty book cover. She's always loved history and has definitely wanted to learn more about Vietnam. Maybe immersing herself in its events will distract her for a while.

"Here ya go, Jessy. We'll talk about everything after class, alright?" 

Jessica nods and sets the thick book on the other half of her desk. She decides to count the number of pages in her blank one so she can make a list of events in Vietnam to cover. She opens the book and freezes. There, laying between the cover and the first page is a small slip of paper with four little words on it. Jessica snaps her head up and meets a pair of nervous blue eyes staring back at her. She quickly looks back down at the little piece of paper and gulps. 

She is so fucked.

[writtenwordsfromtheheart]

Purpose in Misfortune

Blood spattered across her features as the Tiefling dealt a mighty blow to her opponent. There was no other sensation like this, the rage running through her veins growing hotter by the seconds and then suddenly washed away as the glory set in. Vengeance finally for all he had done, his torment no more. With ease, she kicked his body into the pit and took her place nearby against a wall as she came to the realization that she too suffered greatly from this assault. Goops of crimson blood had pooled around her and yet, she was willing to keep going. It was the exhaustion that had taken its toll on her body, it forced her to submit to its demands and rest. In those most vulnerable moments, Shaylis closed her eyes and let her guard down as simply waited for those faithful footsteps running to aid her.

How many days had it been since she first joined these ranks? How many nights had she spent under the stars listening to them speaking freely? There were more of these memories than she could account for. Although she could not grasp their intricate language, she still listened. Absorbing the ever-changing moods and tones of the adventuring party and wondering if she too could find a place among them. More importantly, a voice to be heard reassuring them that she would find a way to keep them safe from harm.

Then there was him. An outcast and oddity to this world, much like herself. Their paths crossed long before this band of misfits joined forces. He was a strange one. She was certain he could have been food to her at one point. A roasted bird glazing over an open fire pit, but that was not his calling. He seemed to take an interest in her, finding the peculiar mannerisms somewhat endearing as he sought to understand more. She wasn’t sure why he had a fixation on those tiny golden disks he often gave to traders or why they had to stop at every few rooms so he could examine the pitiful details of buildings lost to time, but she was glad to do so.

It was a habit that soon transferred to her. Upon their arrival, she had abandoned the squabbling party to seek her own adventure. She knew it would not last for long and so, she made the most of it. Her memories reminding her of the statue that bore its stare onto her. Its eyes carefully following the pink fleshling as she treaded with cautious. As she made it to the statue, her eyes looked up in marvel as if she had never seen such glory before. The statue’s presence unknowingly awakens a part of her spirit she had not known. All she could feel in the immediate moment as the silence wrapped around her body was this overwhelming need to be as it was, a protector of her people. A lifelong guardian to him. Taking what little she carried, Shaylis neatly arranged coins at the foot of the statue, a tribute to its wisdom and strength. Though the others snickered and sneered in the background as they saw their eccentric Tiefling behave so abnormally, Shaylis knew with assured certainty they too would see one day that her loyalty to them had no limitations, no laws to follow, no strings attached. It was her will, her freedom to give, and so she did to them.

The thoughts of knowing her first duty had been served brought a warmth to her spirit. They could now see that she too could be right for something, that her mistrust in Sigurd had not been for nothing. He was gone, it was over, and she awaited to be embraced by her friends as they showered her with treats. As her eyes opened to the world as she knew it again, the warmth she had felt turned into an inferno dancing on her flesh. The flames licking away at the edges of her body as she watched on in horror as bold mage took aim to return the favor for Shaylis’ reckoning against Sigurd. Scorched and withering in agony, the Tiefling howled loudly. She did not know how she could get this pain to cease as it dragged on for what she felt was an eternity, but when she regained herself, she searched for her friends first as she feared the worst for them.

Gathered a mere few feet away from her, she watched as her beloved feathered companion and another pulled their enemy from the pit. They struggled to bring the dead weight to the surface and when they did so, Shaylis wasn’t sure how to handle this betrayal. Every fiber of her being longing for the rage to course through her body and spirit so that she may unleash another round of suffering, yet the specks of humility gnawing at her spirit to simply walk away. Losing had never been an option, it could not be when they faced a new danger at every turn, and yet it stared her in the face in the form of betrayal.

Was it not what they wanted? They had been lured and tricked! The endless hoard of undead they faced all for nothing, was this not enough to payback and claim victory? She could not understand it, she almost did not want to, and in a rare show of defeat, Shaylis managed to find her footing as she stumbled away from the scene; away from it all.

The rest was a blur to her. One moment she was sitting on a bench deep within the dungeon and the next, she had emerged to a place of solitude with the group. Her mind frazzled beyond belief as she desperately tried to understand why was it that everyone seemed to abandon their mission, forsake this loose bond their shared, and then rejoin as if it never happened. The confusion ran deep as she tried her best to make sense of it all, until a feathered limb extended its hand to her. A quiet offering to join him that she did not refuse.

Led to the water’s edge, he walked in first and welcomed her wordlessly to wandered with him. Taking timid steps at the beginning, she abandoned her ambitions and plunged into the water’s depth. Washing away the blood, sweat, and grim from an emotional adventure, she emerged soon after and stared at Uri, offering him a faint smile as if she had to win back his favor since she must have done something wrong for him to betray her kill. Whether it was possible or not, he didn’t say. They were creatures of very few words, but there was no need for such exchange as he offered and opened his arms out to her. Without missing the opportunity, she quickly dove into his embrace and hugged him until they could no longer stand to do so in the pool of water.

One by one, each member of their party filtered away to their own slice of peace to take a much needed rest. Uri, her feathered partner had tucked himself into the tent to patiently wait for the Tiefling to join. He knew she was fine left alone, these were the quietest hours they had known.

Sitting on the shoreline, Shaylis wrapped herself in thoughts of how to be better, to do better. Pressing a finger into the moist sands, she asked herself how could she prove to be more? Did it begin with a dash of patience? To exercise talking as an option? She could not be more uncertain now than ever before, but she was assured in what was meant to be her place. Stamping her hand on the sands, she pulled it back to reveal a crudely drawn shield with the letter ‘S’ engraved on the face of it.

Shaylis promised herself to not look to the morning sun as start of a day, but as a new one to rewrite the meaningless history she had already left in this world. She would learn, train, and practice to become more than their headbutting barbarian. She would evolve to be with their unbreakable shield, their sharpest blade, and most valiant defender.

This was her new dawn, the reason she had searched for so long.

[sushisara]

People used to thought Kaito is a bishie?! Were his muscles invisible by then?🤔

Pre-release DRV3 was good times

[ask-grandaddy-roger]

// Hello, loves

// Roger is back with a new admin. Cierra is amazing, and she had her reasons for giving this blog to me. I've talked with her, and I have been informed of all the relationships that Rog is in. So feel free to come say hi to him and pick up where you left off. As soon as I get home to my laptop, I will turn Anon on so y'all can send asks. I love you all and thank you for your patience as I get this blog up and running again. 💖

-- Shayly

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[sushisara]

Saimatsu is how a supportive ship should be. Altough it has some problems, but I love it so much. You're valid OP and I support you.

In a non-despair AU, when Kaede gets Shuichi to be more assertive, It would be Shuichi's turn to point at Kaede's flaws and help her to fix it.

Confession: I really like Shuichi x Kaede, it is a good and pure ship. I think they have complementary personalities and balance and support each other. Like how Kaede encouraged Shuichi and Shuichi gave her a way to help after the Despair Road failed. I don’t think it is sexist as people say (for her apparently showing interest in a boy), since she is proactive in getting to know him in her FTEs and her backstory and characteristics are revealed when she is the protagonist.

[sushisara]

Basically, waifus are in protagonists' bodies, protagonists are in rivals' bodies and rivals are in waifus' bodies.

Sorry for the lack of cleaning, the editing took longer than It should which made me frustrated.

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[sushisara]

A Forgotten Promise [V3 VR AU] (Spoilers!)

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Source: https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=61938473

[sushisara]

Buffhara ~

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