#and yes he got left right and forehead tatted on him he real like that

[bunieboo]

Let him stay like this the whole game..whole planet would’ve been mindflayers off me alone

[starsuh]

if fwb!jaemin can’t have you for forever then you can at least get tattoos together

featuring. na jaemin x reader

genre. fluff | wholesome fwb!au | very slight angst undertones

wc. 1.2k

warnings. none.

soundtrack. tattoos togethers by lauv.

Spontaneity was one of the many characteristics of Na Jaemin that had drawn you to him. From when he had first suggested being friends with benefits after you had both gone through bad breakups last year to showing up at your doorstep earlier that day to go on a post-exams trip to the beach.

You still would’ve never expected this, however.

He grabbed your hand, giddily bouncing on the backs of his feet as he turned to you to say: "Let's get tattoos.”

The crowd flowed down the boardwalk the same way the Han River would always meet its banks, with you parting its waves as you stood with a shocked countenance. Fishermen and tourists alike grumbled as they bypassed your still figure, staring at the grinning man with a look of utter perplexity.

"Let's get what?" Your brows furrowed. You must've misheard him, surely. 'Let's get tacos' sounded more likely coming from the man who could stand in the face of any type of seriousness and laugh. Tattoos were meant to last forever, something that people with your type of friendship never had.

"Let's get tattoos together," the corners of his lips upturned, pulling your interlocked hands upwards. "So we can remember this."

Jaemin had an inner happiness so independent of the outside world that his smiles burst from within rather than of masked pretenses worn in obligation. Often times, you found yourself almost envying his nature until you found it directed towards you.

You could only laugh, allowing the boy to pull you beside him and continue your path across the boardwalk. You leaned forward to better assess his expression. “For real?”

With the afternoon light reflecting on his clear skin, he looked like molten gold and the promise of happier days. His eyes twinkling as he looked down at you looking up at him. His other hand reached up to pat your head to which you ducked away with a scoff, resuming your pace slightly behind him. You hid your smile with a cough.

He tugged you closer to the shore, away from the crowd. Kicking off your sandals, your feet dug into the warm embrace of the earth. Jaemin followed suit.

"Yeah," he said. "We could get matching crab tats to commemorate the time we thought we had syphilis."

"Oh my god, for the last time, crabs aren’t-“

"Anyways!" He clapped his hands. "It's a cute idea, right? You're welcome."

"Getting that permanently etched into my skin sounds like I'm asking for bad luck," you paused. "Or asking for actual crabs."

"Listen," Jaemin placed his hands on your shoulders, catching your gaze with a countenance so serious that it caught you off guard. "Whether it's ocean crabs, STI crabs, or crab tattoos, as long as it’s with you I’d be fine with any of them."

You could see the wind-stirred shores in his eyes. If you were braver, you thought, you’d submerge yourself upon their depths completely. All else but him would be but one blur, and you’d find yourself falling so deeply in love with the feeling that you’d choose to stay there, with the sands and waters, no matter what, even if such feelings weren’t meant to be had for the boy with shining eyes and a smile brighter than the sun.

But, it was only a joke. Such an outcome could only be made in jest, in the universe where the two of you existed on parallel lines, close but never intersecting. So you laughed. Laughed and shoved him away, tumbling onto heaps in the sand at the absurdity of it all. The lingering seriousness in his eyes, however, would remain in the back of your mind as you contemplated the unexpected request.

Like clockwork, he tucked himself behind you; legs beside your hips and arms around your waist. A soft kiss was placed against your neck, not out of want but out of simple reassurance. You supposed there were some things in life that would never numb or dull, his warmth one of them.

“Are you actually serious,” your brow raised. “About the tattoo thing?”

“Yeah,” he hid his face where your shoulder met your neck. “Why not get a tattoo with a person who means a lot me, you know?"

“But why?” The unsaid question rung in the sudden silence. ‘Why want permanence for something temporary?’ After all, the unspoken rules of being friends with benefits was that it would end when either, one, feelings got involved or two, when one finally found someone they wanted to be serious with.

“Because, I love…”

He sighed, turning you around so that you were facing him.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, though he didn’t need to. Jaemin didn’t kiss like how books described and movies portrayed. He kissed like he was telling a story; the one of you and him, on a beach, far away from the rest of the world. It was the promise of a new reality. Of heartache and passion. Friends didn’t kiss like this, you thought, and a softer voice in the back of your head whispered back: nor do friends with benefits.

You hovered soundlessly against his lips afterwards, simply feeling each other's presence. This was intimacy— the revelation that you could be the truest form of your whole being and not fear judgement or reprisal. He had always been that person to you, but you had never realized until now, with his hands tightly grasped around yours as if he feared that at any moment you might let go.

“I know that we might not last forever but you don’t understand how badly I want us to,” his secret was whispered against your lips and caught by the wind. “I think the thing I’m most afraid of is forgetting. Forgetting our memories and everything you've made me feel, because I don't think I understood what moments were worth making memories of until I met you."

You kissed him once more like a silent prayer to any god who could hear you that the next words to leave your lips wouldn’t end in regret. “Fuck it, let’s do it.”

He tilted his head in question. “What?”

“Let’s get tattoos.”

And that's how you found yourselves at the tattoo parlor three hours later, admiring the small bandages on both of your left wrists. You ended up getting the crab tattoos much to Jaemin’s happiness. They were smaller than a thumbnail and laid in the center of your upper wrists like an oath that you found yourself not minding.

Yours was done first and you loved it before you even saw it. It was simple and inked with black but you didn't need more than simple, not when someone as thoughtful and kind as Jaemin existed in your universe and wanted to stay in it.

When Jaemin’s was done, he had immediately barreled towards you and attacked you with a tight hug, twirling you around and off your feet. You laughed without care for volume or pitch as you playfully smacked his shoulder to put you down.

He leaned his forehead against yours with what could only be described as a love-struck grin (you didn’t understand how you hadn’t seen it sooner). “Hypothetically, what would you say if I asked you out on a proper date?”

You smiled and reconnected your hands with his. “As long as we don’t order crabs or get more tattoos on it, then I hypothetically might just say yes.”

[goth-girlfriend]

can you do a sub!iida x dom!gn reader fic with confessions, phone sex, or mutual masturbation?

Ooooo 👀 spicy 🌶

I’m not experienced with Gender neutral BUT ILL TRY MY BEST! Letsss gooooo!

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

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(Credit to Artist: if you know pelase let me know, /my friend sent me this to use it doesn’t not belong to her)

“Iida~” I called his name looking for him.

I stuck my head into his open room door finding him completely ready but looking a bit lost. He turned his head to look at me, a bit surprised actually.

“Oh, hello (l/n), do you need something?” He asked fully turning to me.

“Yes sir, Momo said something about grocery shopping? And then said it would be you and I this week, you know...since Deku is on house arrest.” I poked my pointer fingers together and smiled.

“Right, well,” he turned back to his room and sighed, “that’s everything, well go then.”

I gave a single nod with a hum of confirmation, and with that we started our way out and off of campus.

****

After getting the groceries, I basically forced Iida to take lunch with me, which he did with little fighting.

“Are you okay?” I asked Iida sipping on my drink, “you’ve been.... antsy? All day.”

“Yes,” he sighed and pushed his glasses up, “I’m well.”

“Hmm,” I hummed, “You’re lying, what is it? And don’t say nothing! Because I will-

“I love you-” you started to choke on your drink and Iida got up already helping you. He stood on your side helping you stand , on hand holding your hand the other on your back, your friend hand was covering the lower half of your face after you recovered. One, you were embarrassed he just saw that, two, BLUSHING, the man just screamed he loved you and you choked, what a loser.

“I” I coughed and tried to clear my throat, “Iida.”

I let out a deep breath and nodded, “wanna elaborate a bit more? I’m sure you had a speech or something before I started choking.” You gave a sheepish laugh hoping you’d get time to come up with something.

“I did, but when I look at you, my thoughts....” he paused and looked away red painting itself on his cheeks, “my thoughts .... my words won’t come out.”

“Iida,” I took a breath calming the burning in my throat, “You should probably know.... that, I don’t exactly like you....” I sigehd ad he let go of my hand, I smield, “I love you.”

I took him by surprise and hugged his chest, he let out a sound as I hit his chest with my own body. He didn’t answer or say anything back, he just stood there, arms to his sides, this boy is sHOOK.

“Iida?” I stepped back to look at him.

His face was red and he didn’t look at me, I looked around his face, I put my palms flat against his chest, “I guess we should head back and talk about this huh?”

***

The walk back to the dorms was quiet, I’d managed to take hold of Iida’s hand. So each of our free hands were holding half of the many bags.

As we got closer to campus the sidewalk emptied and sun was reaching its peak, apparently Iida didn’t want a crowd because being alone was enough to get him to say what he wanted to say. He stopped us and let go off my hand facing me, he started his speech.

“I found myself livening you not because of who you are or what you look like, it’s the things you do, how you treat others and yourself. Your responsible and respectfuleven when your not acting it. You strive to be your best, and you gave me words of encouragement when I needed them most. You never seem to lose yourself or focus of what you want no matter what happens to or around you. When you know something is for the best, you make sure it’s done. When you speak your words are followed by your actions and not left empty. I’ve seen you control a crowd and lead a group. Your a real hero and a real leader. I respect that about you, I like that no matter what comes, no matter what happened You’re never afraid to take charge and lead those who need help and guidance. A true hero should know what to do to put those around them at peace, and in my darkest moments, in you, in your words and actions I’m able to find peace. So I ask, if you would, would you let me hold onto that space forever?”

***

🌶Content Warning🌶

A few months have passed, and no one believed that Iida, would’ve been one to be in a relationship with how serious he is. It shocked more to find out, that I was the one who he confessed to, and returned his feeling.

But if they knew what he was really like, he’d never live it down.

“Tenyaaaa~” I cooed into his ear, I was knelt behind him, pulling his back against my chest.

I brought one of my arms around his hip to start strolling his cock, I tilted my head to the right, and brought my left land up to his throat, I squeezed gently and pushed his head back so it sat against my shoulder and neck. His hair was soft, but sticking to his forehead, tears were streaming down his face.

“Aww, crying already?” I kissed his neck and grazed my teeth along his shoulder, “We just started.”

My right hand tugged at the silver ring on his cock, keeping him from coming, I watched his shoulder shiver, and jerking foreward, no use to the fact I’d tied his arms behind his back. I ran my finger tips of the red hot under skin of his cock tracing a prominent vein. It was pulsing, I started to stroke him using my full hand while I started to suck on his neck biting and breaking the skin, I stopped my movements as he started to thrust his hips up into my hand with pained grunt, I ran my thumb over his tip smearing the slight Precum over the head. He started to let out chocked sobs as I took a tighter hold and gave slow jerks, his breath turned into quick pants as he pathetically started to hump my hand, I smirked against his neck and tightened my hold on his throat, “Are you gonna cum for me?”

The tears started to fall as his hips made short quick thrusts into my hands, “Please, please please.” He pelased “yes, PELASE.”

The tears were covering his face as his hips didn’t slow he was chasing his release, “Cum baby, I’ll let you.”

He started to thrust she’d run to my hand and I watched as his jaw clenched bad his struggled to breath from forcing his hips up into my hand, I wasn’t holding his throat tight enough to choke him. “I can’t,” he let out a loud choked cry, I pouted and kissed his neck, pumping him gently, he leaned against me, panting hips still rutting, but also trying to move back.

“You can’t?” I asked and nuzzle against his neck, “I know you can baby.” I bit into his shoulder one more time as I let go of him completely.

I licked my top lip, I stood up and moved tot he door of the bed and started to pull off the clothes I was wearing, my poor submissive boy just doesn’t know how to disobey. “I’ll show you you can.”

I stripped down to nothing and straddled his sitting form. I reached behind him freeing his hands front he simple knot, “Keep your hands where I can see them.”

He nodded, his eyes still teary, it was feeding my sadistic side, “such a perfect boy, being so submissive.” I praised him, his eyes closed as he gave a weak smile.

I pulled his head back.

I felt my abdomen aching at the desire to have him fill me up. I licked my top lip and looked down between us, his cock was pulsing, it was twitching, smacking against his abdomen every now and then. I took it in hand and started to guide it to my entrance, it took some time and stretching but I got it. Before I even got him to bottom ow he was whining and groaning out loud. His hips shoving up in a fast and sloppy pace, I bit my bottom lip watching his eyes force close as his mouth fell open in a silent scream. His thrusts were uneven, but so so hard, I tried to breath but it came out in sounding like stuffers with his his hips were bruising my thighs.

“You ready time come baby?” I asked and started to touch myself, he tired or open his eyes, but they were forced closed when I dropped all my weight on his hips stilling him and taking him all completely.

I watched as he struggled to swallow, the ache deep inside me was slowly fading away at the feeling of my walls clenching around him, trying to shove him out just to pull him back in. I moved my hips against him, his hips thrusting up immediately at the feeling of me pulling off of him. He let out a gasp as I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him further into the bed.

“Baby, I’d you wanna come, you ahve to be still.” The look of his eyes was almost painful, but he nodded.

“I will, please, please let me cum.” His begging was satisfying.

I let my hand drift down against San touched myself spreading my legs further, “Watch me get off on your cock and I might let you cum inside.” I winked at him, “every time you close your eyes, I’ll ahve to restart so you don’t miss anything.”

He nodded, “okay, I will, I promise, I’m a good boy.”

The tears in his eyes, the blush on his cheeks and chest, his pulsing cock, his hands clenching the bed sheets, the way his abdomen muscles become more prominent from the flexing of wanting to force out an orgasm.

I felt a burning in my most sensitive area and put my fingers to work to relieve the tension I was feeling. I started to moan out and make shadow as I start to move how snapped down on Tenya’s cock making sure to keep eyes contact, I kept my eyes half lidded and mouth open, with pants and an occasional moan, I felt his cock tat itching inside me and I started to move my hips faster chasing my release, my thighs were burning, but it felt so good having him buried this deep inside, I started to bounce on his cock, he started to grunt and thrust his hips up again. I let him, I started to move my hips harder against his “fuck, Iida,” I gasped, “Your cock is so hard and hot.” I started to pant and move faster on his cock, the tears started to fall from him again as I felt him twitching inside me a lot more.

“Come on Baby, just thrust a little harder and I’ll let you come.” I said and propped myself up, I looked down at his cock and stopped my hips movement, I watched as his hips shoved up and his cock disappeared, I started to touch myself faster putting more pressure, I started to moan out his name and move my finger faster, I felt the burning sensation in my stomach building up, my thighs started to shake, and a strange feeling filling my legs and stomach, “Come one baby, make me cum.”

He nodded, “I will, I want to be your good boy.” His hips never stilled, and his hands never moved from the sheets, I could see his thigh muscles flexing, a slight falter form tiring himself out form thrusting from below.

I shoved my hips forwards and reached my free hand down to use the little clasp on the cock ring, “Cum inside for me baby.”

“Yes! I will! Please! Let me cull inside you! Just for you!” His submissive tone had my inside clenching tighter around him, I let it loose and immediately shoved my hips down on him leaving no space to move, I came feeling the liquid pour out, it made my inside feel like they were burning, it matched the feeling of my most sensitive areas neglected feeling, I shoved my thighs together and came screaming his name, even with no space between us he kept trying to thrust as he let out broken versions of my name leave his mouth.

I panted as he finally stilled breathing heavy and eyes closed.

I hummed mailing down at his tired face, his cock was still twitching and the squirts of his seed were still forcing their ways deeper into my cavern. I let out a few heavy breaths before laying down on his chest wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing his bruised neck and chest.

“You really are a good boy Tenya.” I kissed the under side of his jaw, his breath still uneven.

“Only for you,” his eyes barely opened a she looked at me, I smiled and placed my hand on his jaw making him look at me as I kissed his lips one more time before I rested my head on his chest. A few minutes passed as his finally softened cock started to pull out, with a pop, I felt the hod seed start to deep out and pool at my tights that were still in straddling position.

I gave a slightly laugh and looked ya the boy was sleeping under me, “Such a good boy.”

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I had a better confession but Tumblr went “Thunk” and it didn’t save, I apologize. Also I remembered it was mutual masturbation after I finshed, so I apologize for that too 😓

But I hope you enjoy it! Also! I don’t think I’m to good at writing NSFW, this was my first try, I apologize! I’ll eh to do better!

Thank you for the request! Much love to everyone! Once again! I’m sorry it took long, but even more important!

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[blissfulparker]

A little more permanent—Tattooartist!Tom

pairings:tattooartist!tom x innocent!reader   Summary: one night you decide to tattoo tom instead of him tattooing you.  Warnings: some sexual themes A/n: this is not a direct part 2 of tattooed heart but it is a spin off of it. I was never going to make this into a series but just little parts that tie together here and there. I hope you enjoy!! also I know I haven't been doing taglists and im sorry! if you want to be tagged in my works send me an ask! and thank you so much to the anon that suggested this title!

You lay on the dark leather couch of the shop that smells like bleach. The sound of buzzing a rock music fills the place and you wait for tom to be done.

It was what your Sunday’s started to look like, at around 6:30 you would make your way down to the shop to pick up tom. He would often times close up so you were stuck here finishing up some homework, reading up on a book, or even just laying there scrolling through your phone.

It was interesting to see the people come in and out anyways, watch what each person is getting and seeing their reactions, you could see why Tom adores his job so much.

“Alright baby, I’m almost done you wanna head to my room?” He’s taking off his gloves and throwing them into the nearest bin.

You nod closing up your bag as you follow him into his office. You sit down in the tattoo chair and wait for him to clean up. You look over and see a framed picture of the two of you at the beach last month. His arms are wrapped around you and he’s planting a kiss on your cheek, Tessa is in the background and you’ve got the biggest smile. 

“Someone asked me if that was my wife today.” He pointed to the picture you were staring at. He’s got his signature cheeky grin as he wipes down the counter.

“Oh yeah? What’d you say?” You already know his answer but want to hear his cheeky response.

“I told him, ‘yeah and that was our honeymoon’.” He says and you let out a soft laugh. You notice how the gun was still not put away and you almost let your fingers run over it. “You want one real quick?” He asks and you shake your head.

“No, I just—what if I did one on you?” You ask him and he’s thought about it, he’s thought about it a lot. The thought of you holding the gun and the thought of you looking so focused as you marked up his skin. He’s lying if he says he’s not turned on by the thought.

“On me?” He asked and you nodded. You sit up and the way you sit causes your skirt to rise up a little more showing some more of your thigh.

“I-I mean ive never done it and-actually it’s stupid pretend I didn’t say anything.” You set the gun back down and go back to how you were sitting before.

“No, no,” he comes over to you throwing the Clorox wipe in the trash. “What were you thinking about?” He moves your legs up to rest them on his thigh as he sits down.

You sit up and grab onto his shoulder for balance. He looks at you with soft eyes, his mouth slightly agape because he wants you to lean in for a kiss but instead he moves his head to kiss the fingers rested on his shoulder.

“C’mon, tell me.” He holds your face and you look down at his fingers.

“I dunno, thought maybe we could do something cute together? I know how much you hate matching tattoos when couples come in to get them and you think they’re stupid but like it wouldn’t be matching it would be more like...more like tattoos that remind us of one another you know?” You spill all your thoughts and he looks at you in shock that you thought all this.

“Like I said! It’s stupid! I know I know!” You flop back onto the chair and he shakes his head as he crawls on top of you. He grabs your hands holding them gently as he presses a soft kiss to your chin.

“I think it’s a beautiful idea.” He kisses again this time on your neck. “Should I get a heart like you?” He let’s go of your right hand and moves it to where your first tattoo is, his work of art is.

“Up to you.” You move your head back to give him more acess and he kisses once again but chuckling on your collarbone making you shiver.

“Up to me? Darling this is your idea, where do you want it?” He argues and you look over at his hand, his left hand, his ring finger naked as could be. If he ever wanted to cover the tattoo up with a ring he could, he didn’t have any tattoos on his hand anyways and you loved his hands.

“Your finger.” You spoke and he looked up. His lips red from kissing you and his hair stopped tickling your chin. “Your left ring finger.” You tell him and he looks over at his finger. The reason he didn’t do his hands because he knew it’d fade faster and he didn’t really have any ideas for a hand tattoo.

“My finger?” He looks up at you nervous as could be. “My marriage finger?” He smirks and you nod. He knew your little plan, your innocent, loving, but slightly dirty plan.

“Mmh,” you nod and sit up. He sits up as well and is face with you. “You don’t have any tattoos there.” You tap your fingers against his hand as they’re being held.

“I guess I don’t.” He kisses your neck one more time before letting go of your hand and moving to the gun. Pulling out a fresh new needle to be used.

“R-Right now?” You sit up and he looks at the clock.

“It’s my shop, it’s closed, yeah.” He assembles the gun and opens up a new set of ink. He goes over to make the sketch and applies it to his finger.

“Tom, if you don’t wanna go through with this it’s okay. Honestly I won’t be offended if you don’t wanna-“ you start and he comes over and takes your spot on the chair.

“I do want to though. I only hate couple tattoos because most of the couples that come in I know they won’t be together in a year. Most of them are yes like us, young, in love, blinded by each other, but I also can just tell they won’t be together by the end of this year. Most of the tattoos they want are ugly anyways.” He shrugs and you laugh a little.

“Hey, I saw a couple leave once with a lock and key tattoo. I thought that was cute.” You told him and he lets out a ‘pff’ noise.

“Yeah, if they didn’t get so much shading it would be cute.” Tom flicks on the gun to test it and it makes you jump. “Are you sure you wanna go though with this?” He asks seeing how scared you are.

“Yeah, it was my idea.” You carefully take the gun from him and he now instructs you on what to do next.

“Okay, okay, wipe down the skin.” Tom instructs you as you carefully grab a cleaning wipe. Wiping down the dry skin with a cold wipe already made tom sink into the chair.

“When was your last tat?” You asked him realizing he hadn’t gotten one since you two been together.

“Before we started dating? Like November before we started dating. It’s of the rose.” He reminded you of the rose on his chest that looks angelic. The rose that you loved kissing over and leaving scratch marks just below.

“I love the rose.” You remind him and he laughs.

“I know you do.” He smirks and moves your hand to rest the gun gently over his skin. “Now, you wanna be careful. Don’t press too hard okay? It can go right through the skin and cause and infection and we don’t want that.” His eyes are serious and you are too.

“Promise to tell me if it hurts you?” You say with all seriousness and he knows that. You’re so sweet to him and it’s almost like you forgot that there’s almost twenty other tattoos on him that hurt way more than his finger.

“I promise.” He leans down and kisses your forehead before you start. “Alright, turn it on.” He tells you and you do so casuing him to flinch a little just at his nerves.

“Now just follow the outline sweetheart.” He instructed you and you do as told. You look up and see him with his eyes closed. That was one thing, Tom could never watch the needle on his own skin, he could only watch the needle on others.

“I’m hurting you!” You announce to him and he shakes his head ‘no’.

“No, you’re not. Keep on going sweets.” He tells you and you cringe as you finish up the tattoo. Seeing his skin redden and how his eyes are closed makes you cringe the hardest you’ve ever had.

You finish up the tattoo, it’s a little bit wider than your heart and definitely a little longer but it’s still adorable and you’re actually proud of yourself.

“I-I’m done.” You look at it with pride. He opens his eyes and looks down and sees the most beautiful tattoo yet. He loves it, he wasn’t going to tell you it was a big messy because he loved it. He loved that you did it, he loved that you thought of it and the only way he would be covering it was with a wedding band.

“It’s beautiful.” He stares at it for a moment and for that first time you got that the feeling tom did after he’s done with with a patient. The feeling of accomplishment and the feeling of pride. “Baby, it’s beautiful.” He leans in for a kiss and you proudly kiss him back.

“You like it?” You smile and he gets up to go patch it up himself.

“It’s the best tattoo I’ve got.” He tells you and then looks over at the clock again. “Let’s get going yeah?” He picks up your bag for you and follows you out of the room shutting off the lights and locking the door behind him. His hand is softly resting on your lower back as you both make your ways out of the the shop.

You grab your keys getting in the car and getting yourself situated. He’s looking at the tattoo still admiring it. Even if you knew it wasn’t the best it was still something that meant a lot to tom.

He reaches over and rests he free and good hand on your thigh. Almost causing you to slam on the breaks feeling his hand on your bare thigh.

“You should tattoo on me more often, darling.” He rubs soft circles with his thumb.

“Oh no, that was just that time. I hurt you.” You pouted and he shook his head.

“No, no,” he kissed your cheek. “I just don’t like watching it done to me. I would’ve told you sweetheart.” He watched you calm down as he told you that.

You reach over when you’re at a stop light for his hand. You take the finger and bring it up to your lips giving it a soft kiss, you make eye contact with tom the whole time when you kiss it causing shivers down his spin. You watch him tremble under your touch until you are interrupted by the sound of the car behind you slamming its horn.

“All better?” You tease like the first time he did your tattoo. You will never forget that night, that cold london night when you were all alone getting your first tattoo. Nervous as hell walking in with the only intent being to impress your friends proving you could be good too. That though, was a year ago. Now you have been with tom for a year and loved every second of it. Moving him with him, starting a life with a boy you never thought you’d meet.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He breathes out pushing his hair back as he watches you just drive.

Nighttime drives were the best, on the way home especially. Knowing exactly what would be waiting for you when you got home was sometimes what kept tom through his day. Knowing he’d share the large California king with you. And if you didn’t pick him up because you were at home studying away for an exam he would just about always find you half asleep at your desk and would kiss your forehead before picking you up and taking you to bed.

Pulling up to the complex and making your way up to the flat to be greeted by Tessa jumping on the two of you. You reach down to pet the girl before setting your stuff down and tom pushing you into the counter. Heavy with his kisses as he appreciated your lips and body.

“Mmh, easy there.” You remind him and he breaks off and looks at you.

“You can’t just tease me in the car and expect nothing. I’ve missed you all day.” He kissed some more. You were gone longer than you thought, waking up and leaving him to go to church with your mother and then coming back to do some school work. By the time you came home he was already gone at the shop and you’d missed him by only an hour.

“I’ve missed you more but your eyes are tired and you were practically falling asleep before I did your tattoo bubs.” You hold his face and see his red eyes, the curls coming in and hanging down on his face as you held him. He did look tired and he was. He was extremely tired.

He kisses one more time before moving back. You take his hand and take him to be where you knew the two of you would make out more before falling asleep on top of each other.

And so that’s exactly what the two of you did, you stripped down and always just wore an oversized shirt and underwear to sleep and that’s exactly what you did tonight. Tom doing the same as he came out from the bathroom after brushing his teeth.

“Mmh,” he comes into bed and starts attacking your neck with kisses. “I love you.” He reminds you and you shift to face him. Grabbing his hand with the tattoo again and moving to place it on your face, making him hold your face for a moment before moving the hand slowly down to where your heart was, just right below the Breast he touches the tattoo.

Moving your leg to wrap around his you cuddle in closer and he lets his hand drop to rest on your lower back. Pecking a kiss to his cheek as you lay your head against his shoulder mumbling an ‘I love you’ into his chest. He loved when you mumbled into his chest to feel the smal vibrations of your voice.

Your hand going to touch some tattoos one more time before you fall asleep. Touching the dove that flew on his bicep, to depiction of the family crest just below his shoulder. You let your eyes wander to the butterflies and the rose on his chest, the Roman numerals that are for his grandmother and there were empty spaces but he always tells you he’s leaving those spaces for more important things.

“What if we got married?” He spoke into the emptiness of the room. You perked up from his chest just as you were about to sleep you feel your heart pounding.

“What?” You looked at him as if he was just running off the pure tiredness in his voice.

“Married, like a wedding and then maybe some kids? What if we did all of that when you graduate?” He offers and you can’t help but to smile a little have been thinking about this thought before. You go to grab his hand with the fresh heart tattoo and imagine a ring right over it, just as you thought in the first place.

“A wedding? And some kids?” You say in shock but also happiness. He nods taking your hand to kiss.

“Yeah.” He tells you and you nod but fall into his shoulder.

“Let’s talk about this in the morning, keep our excitement for then.” You go back to staring at his tattoos.

Your parents would be furious if this was the man you were marrying, but your brother did almost the same exact thing—that is marrying someone your parents hated. You knew they’d never be truly happy with tom but you were your happiest with tom and you knew he was his happiest with you and you couldn’t wait to share those moments with him.

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Chapter 6

Cassidy: 

Looking down at my phone I rolled my eyes in annoyance at the 17 missed calls and 32 messages from Chris. Shoving my phone into the pocket of my sweatpants I motioned for Stephanie to pass me the blunt.

“What’s going on with you?” Chanel asked taking a sip of her drink.

“Chris is getting on my god damn nerves” I replied bringing the blunt to my lips and taking a long pull.

“How is that going? Y'all been together for what three years now ?” Aria asked

“Yeah, but I don’t know how much longer it’s going to last”

“Your just upset right now, you just need to calm down” Chanel said.

“Yeah” I replied but I knew the truth.

Chris was a great person and I knew he loved me, but I wasn't in love with him anymore. I hadn't been for a while now, I was just going through the motions. I didn't want to hurt him, I couldn't he didn't deserve it. Plus who left a man who loved them and treated them like a queen for no good reason. I just kept telling myself I was going through a faze and I was going to find that spark with Chris again. I mean I had to right?

“Cass” Chanel yelled

“Huh” I said snapping out of my thoughts.

“This is Cash, Meek’s cousin” she said pointing to the man who was now sitting next to me.

When my eyes locked on his my breath caught in my throat. Hazel eyes bore into mine, and I couldn't seem to speak. He's gorgeous, no men weren't gorgeous were they? I thought.

“Nice to meet you beautiful” he said smiling at me.

“You too ” I said but my voice came out hoarse.

Cash smirked at me and my entire body ignited like someone had set me on fire. This man was fine as hell and I didn't realize that we'd been having a staring contest until  Chanel cleared her throat breaking my trance.

When I looked up at her she was smirking at me and shaking her head. Looking away from her I picked up the bag of weed off the table and the rolling tray and stated rolling up. I needed to distract myself from looking at him and I could feel Cash's eyes on me.

“Yo Cash I’m coming to the shop this week I need a new tat” Wayne said.

“What you getting ?” Steph asked.

“You’ll see when it’s done” he replied.

“Just lemme know when, so I can squeeze you in” Cash replied.

“Where’s the lighter” I asked

“Here” Cash said pulling one out of his pocket.

Looking at him I took the lighter out of his hand and lit the blunt. "Thanks" I said taking a pull, I let the weed fill my lungs and rested my head back against the chair blowing the smoke out of my mouth.

I felt Cash's eyes boring into the side of my face “You wanna pull?” I asked.

Cash smirked and took the blunt from my hand. When his finger’s grazed against mine I felt like i'd been shocked. It must be the weed she thought.

We spent the next two hours smoking and talking. I felt a sense of comfort talking to Cash as if I’d known him my entire life. He was easy to talk to and he made me laugh. We were in their own bubble tuning out the rest of the group around us.

“Yo I’m so smacked, I feel like I’m talking too much” I said laughing.

“Nah you not, I like talking to you” Cash said leaning his head back against the chair and staring at me.

I felt hot all over again, the more he stared at me the hotter I got. And when he licked his lips I felt my center pulse. Oh no please no !!

“I should probably get going I got an early day tomorrow” I said sitting up.

“You good to drive ?” Cash asked

“Nah I came with Coco but I’ll take an Uber home I don’t look like she’s ready to go” I said looking at Chanel who was snuggled into Meek's lap.

“Nah I can take you home I’m bouta head out too” he said

“No that’s ok I don’t want to take you out of your way"

“Your not I offered Ma, come on” Cash said standing up.

Standing up I said my goodbye's and waited for Cash. “You ready?“ he asked.

“Yeah”

“Aye Cash tread light nigga that’s family” Meek called out to him but I saw the smirk on his face.

Cash chuckled and shook his head “Nigga I’m family” he replied as he lead me out of the backyard.

When we got to the driveway Cash opened the passenger door to a cherry red Ferrari.

“Aren’t you a gentlemen” I said as I slid into the buttery seats.

“Only for you” Cash said closing the door and getting into the driver’s side.

“Alright where we off to?” Cash asked when he was behind the wheel.

Telling him my address I rested my head against the window. The weed in my system had me super relaxed and it was only a matter of time before I fell asleep.

When we pulled onto the highway, Cash broke the silence. “You sleeping over their lil mama?“

“No I was about to but your loud ass interrupted me"

Cash laughed and I couldn’t help but smile at the sound of his deep laugh.

“You can’t fall asleep on me, I need you to entertain me” He said

“I look like a clown to you? Plus I’m losing beauty sleep right now"

“Nah you not a clown lil mama, and I'on think you need beauty sleep"

"And why is that?"

"Because you're already so beautiful” he replied.

I bit my lip trying to hide the smile that threatened to spread on my face. "You're real smooth, you say that to all the girls?"

"Nah only the one’s I’m really interested in” he replied.

“So your interested in me?"

"Hell yeah I’m tryna be invested though if you let me "

I couldn’t find the right words to say so I nodded my head and looked outside the window. I heard Cash laugh.

Pulling in front of my apartment I sighed and looked up at the tall building. "Thank you for the ride Cash” I said unbuckling my seat belt.

“Wait” Cash said putting his hand on my thigh.  “I was wondering if you could do something for me in return" he said.

"What?” I asked glaring at him.  

Cash smiled “Noting like that lil mama. Can I have your number? You know to work on my investment?” he asked.

I playfully rolled my eyes “Who said I was available?"

"Nobody but if you are he obviously ain’t doing his job right"

"Why would you say that?"

Cash leaned into me, his lips only inches away from mine. "Because I wouldn’t let your fine ass out of my sight if you were mine."

"Oh” I said feeling my pulse quicken.

Cash bit his lip and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. “So them digit’s? You might as well give them to me cause I ain’t gone stop till I get them. All I gotta do is text Meek and they’re mine” he said.

“He wouldn’t"

"Oh but I’m very persuasive” Cash said.

I knew he was telling the truth because he was finessing me right now. I knew this was a bad idea but I took his phone and typed in my number. When I handed it back to him his smile was so cocky I rolled my eyes.

“Good night lil mama” Cash said cupping my chin in his hand and kissing my forehead.

"Goodnight Cash ” I said getting out of the car.

I quickly walked into my building fighting with myself not to turn back and look at him. When I got on the elevator I rested my head against the cold metal trying to calm myself down. My heart was pounding against my chest. What the fuck was that? I thought.

I went to sleep that night next to Chris but dreaming of Cash. And I knew I was in trouble.

Chanel: 

Stepping out of my Louboutin's I sighed feeling my feet hit the bare wood floor. My feet were killing me and I desperately wanted to take a hot bath and climb into bed with my man. Unfortunately for me I was the girlfriend of a gangster which meant most nights I went to bed alone.

Walking into my bedroom, I dropped my Birkin bag on the dresser. Noticing the balcony door opened I stepped out onto the patio. When I saw Robert standing on my balcony I paused.

"What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked

“I’ve been trying to talk to you for a while. You have me blocked on everything and I’ve tried to get to you at work but Stephanie hasn’t let me talk to you. I got lucky that there’s a new guard downstairs and he let me up” Robert said.

“You wanna talk to me? You have 30 seconds make it fast” I said.

“Chanel I love you I know I fucked up believe me I know and I’m sorry about that if I could take it all back I would. But you not really with this nigga Chanel if you think I was bad what do you think a nigga like that is gonna do?” Rob said.

“He’s never given me a reason to think other wise Rob I can’t say the same for you though. And your thirty-seconds are up” I said.

“Just tell me do you love him more than me ?"

Rolling my eyes I shook my head. "You really want this answer?"

"Yes, if you do I promise I’ll leave you alone"

"Robert I loved you since I was 18 years old, you were my first real love. But I’ve never loved anyone the way that I love Meek” I said.

Robert looked at me stunned by my confession. “Oh okay then. I’ve only ever wanted you to be happy Nel and if he makes you happy then I’ll fall back"

"Thank you"

"I just hope he realizes what he has and holds onto it before it’s too late”

“He knows” I replied.

Nodding his head Rob walked over to me and planted a kiss on my forehead. “Take care Chanel” he said before walking out.

When I heard the elevator doors close I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Stepping off the balcony I walking into my ensuite and set myself  a bath. Pulling my hair into a high bun on top of my head I connected my phone to my beats pill. Kehlani’s voice poured through the speaker as I sank into the tub.

The hot water eased my tense muscles.Closing my eyes I let out a deep breath and sank deeper into the tub. My mind replayed the last few minutes over and over again. I had finally closed the door on my relationship with Rob, he was my first so I knew I would always have love for him. But the love I felt for Ahmeek was different it was borderline obsessive, dangerous. Someone had already lost their life over it. And I wondered what or who else would pay the price of our love.

Then there was the detective who was looking into Jennifer’s disappearance. You mean murder.

Meek promised me that it was all taken care of but I still feared the worst.

That wasn’t the only thing that bothered me though. I knew that if the detective hadn’t told me; Meek wouldn’t have and that bothered me. He was so good at hiding it from me he didn’t even seem fazed by it. If he could hide that from me then what else would he hide from me?

I wanted to trust him but something told me that there was more to Ahmeek Brown than I knew and I wasn't sure how much I really know the man I slept next to every night.

I sat in the tub for almost an hour deep in thought and when the water got cold I quickly washed my body off and stepped out of the tub.

Throwing on some boy shorts and one of Meek’s shirt’s I climbed into bed. Glancing at my phone it was already 3 am. I was exhausted but my body fought to stay awake. I just needed to see him before I closed my eyes. Rolling over to his side of the bed I hugged his pillow. His scent still lingered on it and my body relaxed deeper into the mattress.

I was addicted to this man I needed him I craved him and on night’s like this when I couldn’t have him I felt uneasy.

Picking up my phone I sent him a quick text message.

Chanel: I love you, be safe and I’ll be waiting for you at home.

I didn’t wait for an answer because I knew he’d be busy. Gripping the pillow tighter I fell asleep.

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It’d been two days since I had heard or seen Meek and I was going crazy. I’d reached out to Dre and Wayne and they assured me that he was fine. Which turned my worry into rage, because it meant he was purposely avoiding me but I wasn’t sure why.

Sitting on the edge of my bed I fastened the straps of my Tom Ford heels. The girls were dragging me out of the house to get my mind off of Ahmeek. But there was no use my mind was constantly on Ahmeek he had infected my entire body and mind. Days without him had been torture for me.

Sighing I stood up from the bed and walked to my mirror. The distressed jeans and crop top I wore weren’t my normal club attire but I wasn’t in the mood to put any effort into my outfit.

Pulling my hair into a high ponytail I grabbed my wristlet and headed for the elevator. Reaching for my car keys, I noticed the keys for Meek’s Ferrari on the hook. Smirking I picked them up and stepped onto the elevator.

Pulling up in front of the club I noticed my friends waiting for me. Putting the car in park I stepped out of it and walked over to my friends.

“You wanna start a war tonight I see” Aria said.

“What are you talking about?” I asked smugly, I knew exactly what I was doing.

“You know someone’s gonna spot his car and snitch on your ass right?” Aria asked pointing to the custom car.

Shrugging my shoulders I walked into the club with Steph and Aria close behind.

I had plans to make a scene tonight, if Meek wasn’t gonna answer me. I was just going to have to get his attention another way.

Meek:

I clenched my jaw as Wayne pulled up in front of the club. When I saw my Ferrari parked on the corner my blood boiled. Wayne hadn’t even fully put the car in park before I hopped out.

“Where is she?” I asked the bouncer.

“Last time we had eyes on her she was by the bar” he said.

Nodding my head I stepped into the crowded club with Wayne and Dre on each side of him. I scanned the bar looking for Chanel.

"Aye we got action” Wayne motioned towards the end of the bar where Chanel, Aria and Steph were doing shots. My jaw clenched when I saw the man standing behind Chanel wrap his arm around her waist.

"Ah shit” Dre said shaking his head because he already knew what was going to happen next.

Pushing through the crowd I got to them so fast that Steph and Aria didn’t have a chance to warn her.

“If you like having your hand I would move it” I barked out.

I noticed how Chanel’s body stiffened when she heard my voice. When she turned to face me her eyes were red and low. She was high and from the empty shot glasses on the counter she was drunk as well.

“Oh now you care” she asked, leaning closer into the man’s arm with a smirk on her face.

Chanel was definitely drunk and she was testing my patience.

“Chanel let’s go” I said.

It was taking everything in me not to knock this man’s head off his shoulder’s and fling Chanel over my shoulder to my car.

“No, you ain’t speak to me for fucking day’s didn’t even check on me. For no reason now you think I’m just going to leave with you? No fuck you” Chanel spat. She was fuming, her eyes were wild and her breathing had picked up.

We glared at each other, the tension between us was  thick. Each one of us daring the other to do something.

“I'on think she wanna go with you my man” the man who lingered on Chanel said.

Breaking my eye contact with Chanel I glared at him. “What the fuck you just say to me ?” I asked taking a step closer to him.

Dre and Wayne watched on ready for whatever. That’s just how we rolled, if one bussed we all bussed.

“Yo I don’t mean no disrespect but she don’t seem like she wanna leave with you. Maybe you should just fall back” he said.

I let out a throaty chuckle, danger flashed in my eyes. As he locked one hand over the opposite wrist. I stared my opponent dead in the eyes.

“You see you’re trying to keep me from my girl and that is what I take as disrespect. Look around you, think about what you doing before you have your mama crying in all black ” I stated.

I didn’t want it to come to this because the clubbed was packed and I wasn’t one who believed in leaving witnesses. But if it came to it, I would handle it.

The man glanced around the club, he hadn’t noticed before the two men that sat on either end of the bar. Or that the guards all seemed to be staring at him. He was out numbered, this wasn’t a fight he wanted.

Nodding his head he glanced down at Chanel “take care of yourself” he said before walking away.

Chanel rolled her eyes at looked back at me. “You happy now? You ruined my fun” Chanel said.

“Let’s go now” I said reaching for her hand but Chanel snatched it back. “Don’t touch me” Chanel said pointing her finger in my face.

I had enough of Chanel’s attitude. Groaning I scooped her up and threw her over my shoulder.

“Pass me her bag?” I said while fighting to hold Chanel still.

Aria smirked and handed him Chanel’s bag. “Thank’s. I'mma hit y'all later” I said walking out of the club with Chanel screaming and punching at my back for me to put her down.

When they reached my car, I finally put her down. Opening the door I motioned for her to get in. Chanel stood still with her hand crossed against her chest.

“Chanel stop fucking playing with me and get in the fucking car” I barked at her.

Chanel rolled her eyes and slid into the passenger’s seat. Slamming the car door I got in on the driver’s side.

                                                      ___________________

“You gonna talk to me now, or you gonna keep acting like I don’t fucking exist” I asked.

“You wanna talk now? You been gone for two fucking days and now you wanna talk to me? I had to go to the club and make a scene to get your fucking attention ? My own boyfriend. So I don’t have shit else to say to you Ahmeek.” Chanel yelled.

“I needed to handle some stuff” I said

“So you didn’t think to let me know that?” Chanel asked.

“I needed to calm down before I came to you”

“Calm down for what?"

"I know you had him here” I said my jaw twitching.

“Who?"

"Bitch ass Rob"

Chanel looked at me for a few minutes and then started laughing. "This was because of Rob? Are you serious right now? He was here when I got home, I’ve been avoiding him for months and there’s a new guard downstairs who obviously didn’t know not to let his ass upstairs. But I told him that we were done and that I loved your dumb ass. He respected it and left he wasn’t even here for five fucking minutes"

"He shouldn’t have been here"

"No shit I just said he was here when I got home. So that’s why you been ignoring me? Instead of opening your fucking mouth and actually talking to me” Chanel shook her head and walked out of her room.

I followed behind her. “I’m trying to handle you differently. I don’t wanna be barking at you and fighting with you so I needed a couple days. And then you pull this shit tonight, you testing me Chanel on god you testing a nigga. I was so close to turning that nigga lights out” I said running a hand through my waves.

“You can’t be hurting people because of me” Chanel said.

“I don’t know how else to get this anger out. Two nigga’s already lost they lives cause I was in a bad mood because of you” I said.

Chanel sighed and shook her head. “Talk to me first, if it’s not needed and it’s just because your mood is sour talk to me Ahmeek. I’m not here just to lay down with you I’m here to be your sounding board, if there’s something on your mind or something that’s bothering you tell me I’m here. But please don’t shut me out again. Because I’m gonna be petty and you’re gonna be mad. It’s a dangerous cycle"

"Loving you is dangerous ma. Because for you I’ll do anything” I said.

Chanel’s anger softened. Walking over to me she wrapped her arms around my waist. “25 to life with you pa. I love you” Chanel said.

I sighed and planted a kiss on her forehead. “25 to life” I said.

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Part Three: Blue Violet

Logan was so bored. He was in eight grade now, and had nothing to do. He’d read all his library books. He’d completed all his homework. He’d been staring at the ‘Digits of Pi’ sheet above his teachers desk, and so far he had memorized one hundred digits. The boys life had been moving smoothly, nothing surprising or out of the ordinary really happening. He still had four blackened marks on his wrist, and it was starting to annoy him how much they looked like black sharpie. Logan spent a few minutes counting ceiling tiles before he paused. He had been distracted by the need to use the bathroom.

As he was excused, he ran face first into a boy looking to be his age. He had a visitors tag on as well as a pair of purple headphones and a black and white flannel. He seemed to be nervous, eyes widening as he reached up to hold his forehead. They had run into each other after all. However when they met each other’s gaze, Logan get his arm tingling. He looked down to see one black line on his arm slowly turning to an honestly satisfying purple color. Slowly a smile appeared on his face, and he looked over the boy. Purple. Yes. It fit him.

“Hm. You seem to cause my zygomaticus muscles to contract.”

Patton had grown as well. He was still searching for his soulmate, but hadn’t been able to find them so far. Still the boy was longing for colors. He hummed gently, walking down the street after classes. Patton couldn’t see colors, but he could still see the beauty in the world around him. Fall was his favorite season. He could see so many shades of grey in the trees, on the ground… And when they would get the first snowfall, he knew that he was seeing the right color. The white of the snow was real. Something he would always have. It made him happy. And until he got his colors back, Patton would continue to find joy in the small things. In the details of this world. Because that’s all he could do.

For now though he was bundled up in a sweater his father said was light blue, heading to sit at the park. He had a bag full of corn with him to feed the ducks at the pond. It was a hobby he really enjoyed, as not only was it cute, but he could share with kids smaller than him and they could all enjoy themselves by watching ducks swim around for the corn. As he arrived at the park, Patton noticed that it was rather empty. The sixth grader was a bit lonely… Oh well! He would meet his soulmate one day! Then he wouldn't be lonely anymore!

Roman had finally gotten it through his thick skull that he had more than one soulmate. Not only did De have four in total, but he was still hearing music. One time they were sitting together at the lunch table, and Roman heard the blast of Panic At The Disco in his ear. De had looked confused until Roman explained what was going on, and then the red eyed boy got the pleasure of being laughed at by his soulmate. However Roman couldn’t stay mad. They were happy together even with the disparity in ages, and had managed to fit their schedules perfectly so that they could eat lunch and even spend study halls together!

Roman loved to look at the red tattoo that colored De’s left shoulder. How it glowed when he would just brush his fingers up against it. It made Roman very happy, and even though it made his soulmates face turn red, he would sceranade him on occasion. It was absolutely adorable! Yes, he was happy with De. And he could hardly wait to meet another one of his soulmates… Maybe he could talk to the emo and get him to turn down the My Chemical Romance too… There was a lot of emo music Roman needed a handle on. He couldn’t sleep when drums were pounding in his ears after all!

Watching Roman startle at random music was rather funny. In fact it was one of Declan’s main forms of entertainment. Sure he was nice to his soulmate, but it didn’t stop it from being funny. He wondered how Roman stayed sane though with all the songs in his head all the time. He couldn’t imagine how hard it would be to be singing one song while hearing another blasting in your ear! Roman must have a special kind of musical talent. However neither had had any luck coming across their other soulmates. Ro was far more poetic about the whole thing, referring to them all as pieces for the most extravagant and lovely puzzle. His soulmate tended to do that a lot, and had a knack for attempting to use slang. However he didn’t seem to understand De’s proficient use of sarcasm. He actually took his seriously a lot, something that bothered both of them. However De couldn’t really help the way he spoke. It was just who he was.

In the two years they had been together, Roman and Declan didn’t get into many fights. Anything they did argue about tended to be misunderstandings or just plain stupidity. Roman had to be talked down from jumping off the roof into a kiddy pool twice in one summer! De pretty much had to make sure that Roman didn’t hurt himself by being stupid and courageous as he called it. But all in all, they were happy! They just needed to find their missing pieces…

Virgil Casey was frozen. He knew what he had just heard, but there was no way he was prepared! The boy had just been delivering papers to his mother. She worked here at the school and had left something at home. After convincing Virgil to bring it for her, he had been wandering the halls looking for her classroom. The boy definitely hadn’t expected to run face first into a boy who looked almost his age! He had been dazed for a moment before hearing the boy speak. He knew the words. He’d read them a thousand times. But hearing them was still so surprising that Virgil could only stand there dumbfounded.

Logan reaches forward and held out his hand, looking to be proper. Honestly the boy seemed to fit the science speak. He also fit the dark blue writing on Virgil’s right arm.

“Forgive me for running into you. You may address me as Logan. Logan Foley. May I know your title as well?”

Yeah. He was a nerd. Slowly Virgil spoke, his voice shaking slightly.

“Virgil Casey… But uh, you can call me Virge…”

Yes, these two would need some time to get to know each other, but for now, they could be happy knowing they had found one of their matching set.

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and old idea now in progress

this is a story i’ve had bouncing around for a while, and now the first part is coming. 

here we go:

Gwen woke up in her motel room in the shitty county…honestly she was a techy, Intelligence and analysis so she figured she would never have to leave the office, but nope Agent Johnson needed someone with her skills in the field and here she was, she poured herself a cup of coffee, before thinking she should probably meet up with Agent Johnson …Scott she corrected herself with a shake of her head as she pushed open her room door.

What happened next was not something she would ever forget; as she swung the door opened a lynched body moved with the motion leading in front of the FBI agent who jumped dropping her coffee. The face was burned and bloody with a black cross tattooed on his forehead…the same Tat they make the new cultists wear, but Gwen recognized the puff of blond hair, and said quietly “Agent Johnson ?” before turning around and vomiting hard.

Gwen cleaned herself up before coming to the logical conclusion “if they knew about him…they knew about me.”

She grabbed her gun with shaky hands and a sat phone and made a break for it.

Clearing an hour later:

Gwen sank against a tree still dressed in her pajamas a gun in one hand and a phone in another, she took a deep breath pressing the redial button and a voice answered “director Philips.”

Gwen took a deep breath saying “sir…it’s agent Santos…” and then started to freak out “they killed him! They lynched him! Tortured him, FUCCCCKKKKK”

The director said quickly “slow down Agent…who…are you ok?”

Gwen answered in a half shout “Agent Johnson…oh god they killed him…sir it was brutal…every time I close my eyes.”

Philips sighed “ok Agent stay calm…are you ok?”

Gwen nodded “uhh yes sir…I’m still in my pajamas…they left the body on my door step I grabbed my gun and my phone and bolted.”

Philips nodded “Agent stand by…these guys are well armed…but we can get the National Guard out there and shut them down.”

Gwen yelled “SIR YOU CAN’T!”

Philips asked “why not agent…?”

Gwen sighed “sir…Agent Johnson had my look over some Intel some locals got…it is nothing confirmed…but the cult may have smuggled in nuclear weapons.”

Philips paused before saying “Agent… get somewhere safe…we will be in touch.”

The Director hung up his phone saying “Get me the Pentagon!”

 Safe house:

Gwen supposed the word House was subjective…it was a spot her and Scott used to monitor Cult activity…no one knows about it but them, and if the cult did they would have destroyed it already…so she felt mostly safe. She had food, real clothes (Jeans, a shirt and her FBI jacket) and her bosses were getting back to her soon…hopefully with an escape plan.

Then as if on cue her phone beeped and she answered shakily “Agent Santos…”

A Voice answered “Agent Santos…My name is General Casey.”

Gwen blinked “General…”

Casey spoke simply “Agent…help is coming four of our finest will be coming in VIA parachute to assist you and any other assets in the region…this is your Mission so just point them in the right direction.”

Gwen said “Sir…I’m barely a field agent surely there is someone else for this…”

Casey answered “you have your ear to the ground Agent… these men are pro’s trust them…”

Gwen nodded “ok sir…”

Casey finished “by the way no Names Agent…the leader is a red head…call him Nomad.”

And with that Casey hung up as Gwen cruelled into a ball and cried.

 Safe house 2 hours later:

Gwen was mumbling “I have an ear to the ground…really! This Is nuts…and who on earth are they sending! No names! That can’t be good…”

She sighed “just stay cool…these guys are pros…whoever they are.”

Just then she heard a thump, followed by 3 more thumps. Gwen grabbed her gun taking a deep breath as a voice knocked on the door saying “Agent Santos?...it’s Nomad.”

Gwen lowered her gun carefully and opened the door ready to fire, what she saw was a red head about her age dressed in black, with a black hat covering his hair, he was armed with a suppressed Assault rifle and a pistol strapped to his leg, the rest of his team were dressed similarly, there was girl with a blond hair, another blond man, and burley man in the back.

Nomad smiled at her gently saying “Cool Breeze, Redcap…burry the chutes, Dirt diver your on watch.”  

Gwen nodded gesturing into the odd Bunker with the Solider behind her. Gwen tried to stay calm as she briefed “This morning I found my boss Agent Johnson…dead…the cult offed him.”

Nomad reached out gently “Agent Santos…”

Gwen said simply “call me Gwen…Nomad.”

Nomad smiled “Ok Gwen…this is hard for you…your file says you are rather new to the agency, that is part of the reason why my team were brought in so quickly. We are here to help you, but we need to know everything you do.”

Gwen sighed “right…the cult is built more like a militia…they own the entire county and have it divided into four regions one is central and where that snake Daniel is…the other 3 are run by his ministers…”

David smiled gently as Gwen explained “Agent Johnson and I referred to them simply as A,B,C the cult has some name for them…but I’d rather call them A, B,C…A is run by a punk by the name of Pike man…he was military, no idea what happened to him…but he ended up here and runs the cult training center…and they train hard. there forces are an army in every sense of the term it is nuts…B is run by an Ex Con known on the streets as dirty Kevin…he is the reason the bureau got interested in the cult to start with…we think the cult and Dirty Kevin are using his drug connections to produce and ship massive amounts of a designer drug called Haze… Haze maybe how the cult is funding there other…areas, Area C is the intro area it’s there where new cultists and brainwashed and assigned there new jobs…the region is run by Daniel wife… a woman named Jen…I have next to nothing on her…so there you go that’s the run down…”

Nomad touched her arm gently saying “thank you…our briefing mentioned a group of locals, resistance fighter’s types?”

Gwen nodded “Sleepy Peak county fireballs…local bowling league before all this… the leader is an old tough guy type…I think he was a marine.”

Nomad rolled his eyes “figures”

Gwen chuckled as she kept going “they got guns and the motives to fight the cult…and have and do…me and Agent Johnson made contact…Quartermaster likes me…I think.”

Nomad nodded “right then Gwen…just remember we are not here…that means the locals did everything understood?”

Gwen nodded “right…”

Nomad smiled “we should make contact and start coordinate…”

Gwen asked gently “I can do that…but you sure you want to go dressed like that.”

David blushed asking “do you another option?”

Gwen pointed to the back as the rest of his team chuckled amused.

David came out wearing a pair of jeans and a red plaid shirt he concealed his pistol under his shirt, he shoved his hat into his pocket asking “shall we?”

Gwen nodded stunned honestly he looked cute…enough she could almost forget he was a trained killer who was here to literally destroy an entire cult.

The pair left the safe house climbing into a jeep with David driving who said calmly “Gwen…if anyone asks my name is Michael…I was camping and came down and stumbled into you in the woods…you then filled me in on everything.”

Gwen frowned testing the name “Michael…is that your name?”

David chuckled lightly “do I look like a Michael?”

Gwen paused before conceding “No you do not…then what do you look like?”

David shot her a wink “Nomad…”

Gwen rolled her eyes “I should have seen that coming…well your entire team has cool call signs…do I get one?”  She half joked.

David kept driving asking gently “do you want one Ma’am?”

Gwen was rocked back into her new position she mumbled “right my op…uhhh do you think it is wise…Nomad?”

David slowed down slightly looking at her directly “Honestly Gwen…You don’t need to worry about our coms being tapped…and they likely already know about you…but if it makes more comfortable than absolutely.”

Gwen nodded “can I get back to you on this Nomad?”

David nodded “anytime…alright we are here…Sleepy peak…the town of.”

The jeep pulled over into the small town some locals looked at him with looks of vague fear before seeing Gwen and there expression’s turning into relief, Gwen sighed “QM should be in the local bar…come on, Nom…Michael.” She corrected herself.

David fired her a smile “relax…the others are nearby…if things get hot they will be able to back us up.”

Bar:

David walked in and made contact with the man known as Quarter master, he was older and had a hook for a hand as he drank a beer; he took one look at David and said casually “Let me guess, Force recon, no Seal.”  Opening and offering David and Gwen a Beer

David sat next to him declining the beer “No comment.”

Gwen accepted and chugged the beer nervously as Quartermaster grumbled “figures, damn operator’s, let me guess officially you’re not even here?”

David nodded “yep that’s the op.”

Quartermaster grinned evilly “Yea sounds good…so what are you called?”

David reached out to his hand “Nomad.”

Quartermaster didn’t accept the hand saying “Quartermaster.”

Gwen sighed “you made me come up with a whole story only to not even use it!?”

David shrugged “Quartermaster knows the deal…”

Quartermaster grunted “is what it is.”

David asked “so what are we looking at.”

Quarter master pushed over a file “this is who we have been trying to get at for months now and we finally have an opening.” As he took a big beer sip

David read the name “Sasha Monty…Who is she.”

Quartermaster grumbled “rich Prick of a girl.”

Gwen cut in “Sasha monty, real live daddy’s girl from California, or at least that’s what everyone figured until one day she killed her parents, burned down her boarding school and disappeared off the grid. About four months later the DEA got a tip that she was dealing cookies laced with Meth, disguised as flower scout cookies.”  

David blinked “are you kidding me? That’s a 180”

Quartermaster grumbled “they were not even good cookies.”

Gwen nodded “yep…Well naturally the DEA tried to grab her in Texas, but after a firefight she escaped to Mexico where she met Dirty Kevin…who showed her the light…now we think she is a big name in the cult smuggling operation.”

David said “so she is smuggling Haze?”

Gwen shrugged “that is what the Intel suggests.”

David sighed “alright...what do you need us to do.”

Gwen pulled up her laptop typing quickly before saying “the cult owns a rail company, about 40 miles due west of here… destroy the haze before it leaves and when Sasha comes to investigate….Take her alive if possible.”  Gwen said hesitantly

David nodded “A stockpile like that is bound to be guarded.” Addressing both Quartermaster and Gwen

Quartermaster shrugged “armed goons, likely Ak’s…”

David asked “Level of force against the guards Gwen?”

Gwen breathed deeply before saying “Nomad…I leave it to your judgement…just bring me Sasha.”

David stood up “Yes ma’am…take the Jeep back to the RV…my team and I will secure our own way.”

And with that David walked out saying “you guys hear that?”

Jasper responded “roger Nomad…we heard…we got a ride and your equipment…meet on the edge of town.”

 Tree line:

David adjusted his Jeep hat as he whispered “redcap report.”

Tabii looked up from her drone control saying “the place is woefully under guarded nomad…I see four guards AK…there half asleep.”

David nodded “dirt Diver.”

Nurf nodded “charges are ready.”

David lifted his rifle “pick your targets on my count.”

David turned his hat to face backwards as he looked down his scope picking his target “ready?”

The team all answered “yes.”

David said simply “on my count, 3,2,1, execute execute execute.”

4 suppressed gun shots later the guards dropped dead.

David moved to his feet advancing towards the depot as his team quickly swept the building before he nodded “clear…dirt diver…let’s do it.”

30 minutes later:

David hid it the shadows as Sasha drove up yelling “what in the actual fuck did you idoits do!”

David slowly pulled out his pistol as Sasha threw open the door to the burned out drug stash where David hid “where are you morons jeez.”

She was answered by David grabbing her pressing a gun to her head, she yelled “it’s me idoits.”

David answered “trust me I know.”

Sasha said “who the hell are you?”

David forced her to move “I’m your uncle Sam and we need to have a conversation.”

Sasha said fought but was forced into the trunk of a car and taken to the safe house

Safe house:

David pushed her into the small building forcing her into a small chair he aimed at her, if she made a move he would shoot her.

Gwen entered glaring “hello Sasha.”

Sasha tilted her head “Awww the FBI Hoe.”

Gwen sighed “really Hoe…that’s the best you come up with?”

Sasha scoffed “I thought we run you out when we killed that other agent…what was name.”

David could tell Gwen was getting angry as he said calmly “Gwen…”

Gwen nodded “Nomad…I got this.”

Sasha demanded “who the fuck is Nomad!?”

Gwen paused before saying “that is a fun question to answer, you see your cult buddies did something stupid…very stupid.”

Sasha shook her head “…these guys are not Swat…”

Gwen smiled evilly “oh no, they are some of this great country’s finest Special forces, and they have a single mission here…fucking up the cults day.”

Sasha looked over at David who firing her small wave with the hand he was not holding his sidearm with, Sasha sighed “killing one agent…is not worth this response.”

Gwen nodded “your right…do you know what this is?”  Plunking a picture on the table

Sasha looked before shrugging “no clue.”

Gwen said coolly “it’s a warhead, a nuclear warhead that was stolen 3 months ago…and recently popped back on our grid…can you guess where?”

Gwen didn’t wait for Sasha to answer saying “you are all a threat to national security…more than a threat really…so if you want to live you are going to start talking.”

Sasha held up her hands “I don’t know anything about any nukes…If anyone did that…it was Daniel.”

Gwen narrowed her eyes “what can you tell us?”

Sasha said “Dirty Kevin…I know where his lab is…”

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It was evening time as Jack sat down inside BlackWater saloon, he placed his book down looking at the clock that ticked above him looking down at the metal tin plate and cutlery placed on top. He grabbed the glass bottle that had whiskey inside. He. Tilted his head back gulping down the alcohol as he placed it back on the wooden table. Jack had finished working on a farm near BlackWater earlier that day as his clothes were covered in dust and his boots smothered in mud as Jack left a trail of mud inside the saloon. Fannie worked inside the saloon, not a working girl but a cleaner she cleaned rooms, the saloon itself as she made her way upstairs as she brung a large heavy bucket as she placed the bucket on the wooden floor boards there was a thud as water piled over the top splashing, soaking the floor. She brushed the mop side to side and she looked at Jack, wiping her forehead as sweat dropped down her head and a lock of hair fell down the front of her face near her left eye. Jack looked up as she took a glance at the woman looking down at the floor.

Fannie looked back at Jack as she placed one hand on the mop and the other on her hip. “Don’t you say.. you could’ve banged those boots of yours outside this saloon before entering” Jack continued to read his book as he did not acknowledge the woman. “Are you deaf, Mr Marston?” Jack looked up at Fannie “sorry, what did you say miss?” As he waited for a response.

“I said, you could’ve banged your feet before entering. You’ve trailed in all this mud” Jack looked down at his feet as he moved his foot to one side “Oh, I’m sorry ma’am I didn’t know.. I should’ve checked, I’ve been helping a couple with their farm”

Fannie tolled her eyes as she continued to mop the wooden floor. Jack sat back in his chair as he picked up the bottle to realise he had drank all of the whiskey. Standing up he had turned around grabbing his book and bottle he knocked back into Fannie as she stumbled “I’m terribly sorry miss” she sighed as she stopped to let Jack pass. Jack walked on the clean floor as mud dropped off his feet as the woman stood folding her arms shaking her head.

Jack had made it to the bar as he rested his boot on the brass bar below the bar and leaning on the bar surface asking for his rifle behind the bar “barkeep, can you hand me my rifle I must go now” the barkeep handed Jacks Carbine as the rusted old gun flaked as Jack grabbed it.

He tipped his hat at the ladies near the door as he walked outside a bunch of lawmen nudged Jack as they walked in showing their shiny new badges as Jack muttered under his breath “wonder who hell gave you that badge.. sure as hell don’t deserve a thing” As he lit his cigarette throwing away the burnt wooden match stick. Jack made his way back to the elders farm as he walked with his rifle up the hill the old lady stood with a tray of food as she waited in the porch “I thought you would have returned a little later, I had made my husband some food would you care to join us sir” Jack nodded in response as he took off his hat as he was about the walk in the woman turned around “make sure you bang them boots real good I don’t want my house muddy mind” Jack held back as he banged his boots against the white wooden frame as it was woody at the bottom due to other household members banging their shoes. Jack made his way inside as he placed his book down “do you always carry that tatted book around with you”

Jack looked at the book and straight back at the frail woman “no, not all the time I was reading it I forgot I was carrying it” as Jack placed it in his father satchel. “You can wash your hands Over there and take your satchel off” they say down as jack went to wash his hands slowly grabbing soap washing his hands in the white basin. “Come on now, it’ll get cold” as the woman eagerly.

Jack sat down as he looked at everyone else at the table as they grabbed their napkin and placed it on their laps or tucked into their shirts. Jack did not touch his as he dug straight into his stew.

“I hope you enjoy it Mr Marston, tomorrow I have some more work I need a new barn fenced placed, can you do that?” Jack nodded as he ate his stew swallowing the last bite. “Yes, Mrs Noble” As they had all finished their food the hours ticked by Jack had made his way back home as he grabbed his rifle walking to the stables he mounted shadow and slowly made his way home as he got over to the last hill near Broken Tree he seen an oil lamp in the distance and people moving Jack kicked shadow gently “come on!” As they rode to the top of the hill where Jacks parents were buried he seen two men in suits knocking on his door as one slowly walked towards the windows looking inside.

“I can’t see anyone home sir” as they appeared to be lawman or some sort of government men Jack dismounted Shadow as he lead him to the hitching post outside of his Barn. As the two men were about to leave Jack walked up to his home “can I help you two men” they seemed surprised as the moon was high in the shy and clouds started to cover the moon and breeze blew tree leaves across the plains.

“Hello, Mr Marston? Right? “ as they asked in question to Jack. As Jack nodded he walked slowly up the steps “so what can I do for you ? Why are you on my land?” Jack scratched his face as he placed his hand on his gun belt as the lawmen looked sharply at Jack “we came to ask you some questions regarding a missing person, even death.. A Mrs Ross as some sort of questioning for you and would like you to go to her home not far from here. We can accompany you on the journey” Jack looked at the side as he scratched his side burns “I have no reason to go to this woman, I don’t know what you are on about or why and I haven’t heard of this woman”

Jack had lied as his heart began to beat fast. “We have heard that you two have met before. You talked about delivering a message to her husband some sort of letter I presume? “ the lawmen stood leaning against the wooden fence on Jack’s porch.

“Look i have no business at all I’d like to get back to my home” as Jack walked to go inside his home the lawmen placed his hand in front of Jack on his chest “sorry sir but we need to take you to her or the police station in BlackWater held for questioning” Jack had got angry as he clenched his fist “I aint gotta do a thing, especially from the law I haven’t done a thing now If you mind I’d like to go inside now” The lawman stood in front of Jack as they stared one another into each other’s eyes.

“Step aside, or you’re asking for it..” the lawman stepped aside as one wrote in his small leather book as Jack looked back placing their faces “we will be back for you Mr Marston.. enjoy the rest of your night while you can” Jack slammed the door as he fell back leaning against the door taking a deep breath.

[stevie-steven-stevington]

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the latest installment (third one i’ve written but technically second in sequential order) of my ace!peter series (can be read as a standalone) 

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The first time Peter came out to Ned, he was fourteen and, so it had seemed, hopelessly in love.

I’m bisexual, he’d said, and Ned had looked away from whichever Star Wars movie they’d been watching to stare at him.

I’m bisexual, he’d said, and Ned had smiled and high-fived him and thanked Peter for trusting him enough to tell him.

I’m bisexual, he’d said, and Ned had accepted it with no second thought. No questions asked, other than whether he was out to anyone else or not (to which the answer was a hard no). Simple as that. 

The second time Peter comes out to Ned, he is sixteen and not so hopelessly in love. 

It’s not simple anymore. 

There’s more pieces at play this time. Things are more...delicate, now, because it doesn’t just affect Peter. As soon as he says what he needs to say out loud, everything will change. Their relationship will change, the way Ned looks at him will change, the expectations for their future will change.

Maybe he’s being dramatic, but this could be the thing that ruins them. 

He’s definitely being dramatic. Ned would never break up with him because of this, they’re too good together.

Right?

Right. He has to be right.

He’s been trying to find the right time to tell Ned for weeks. It’s four months into their relationship, four weeks since he came out to himself, three weeks since he came out to Tony, and all the while, the anxiety’s been eating at him. He’s stressed. He’s so incredibly stressed, and he’s pretty sure Ned can tell.

“Babe, I can hear you thinking.”

He’s one hundred percent sure Ned can tell. 

“Sorry,” Peter says quickly, clumsily spinning his pencil between his fingers. He’s supposed to be doing his homework, but his focus is elsewhere. “I just...have a lot on my mind.”

“Spider-Man stuff?” Ned asks, eyes sparkling with excitement even now, so many months after the accidental reveal. 

He could say yes. He could just say yes and make up some story about a robbery or a mugging or, better yet, an Avengers mission - because he goes on those now - and that would be that. The conversation would be over, and Peter could go back to pretending to do his homework and stressing. 

“No,” he says, because he has to. Because if he doesn’t do this now, it’ll be another four weeks before he finds the courage to even think about telling Ned again. He can’t handle another four weeks of being this scared.

He’s gotten used to being scared over the years, but this is a different type of fear. It’s different than his secret identity fear. It’s different than his patrolling fear. It’s different, even, than all the other variations of his coming out fear, of which he’s discovered many.

(It’s most similar, he thinks, to his fear of not being good enough. That one’s been here for as long as he can remember and no matter what he does, he can’t seem to get rid if it.)

Ned didn’t look at him any different the first time, but Peter knows that he will this time. 

He could just not tell him. He could just pretend for the rest of his life, and let Ned continue to believe his boyfriend is perfectly normal. 

Tony says he is perfectly normal. Says Peter’s not allowed to think he’s not. 

Peter’s usually pretty good at following rules, but he’s still working on that one. He knows - rationally, logically, he knows - but sometimes the word damaged still rings in his ears and he forgets.

“Peter?” 

Ned is looking at him weird. He’s been quiet too long, missed whatever his boyfriend was saying. 

He puts his pencil down. “Huh?”

“Are you okay?” Ned asks, and his concern is practically etched into his forehead.

Great. His stress is stressing Ned out. 

Really, Peter should have expected him to know something was off. The two of them have always been so in tune with each other, since long before they kissed in Ned’s bedroom over a half-built set of Legos, that they have practically a sixth sense. 

Ned knows him too well. No matter how good of a show he puts on, he always sees through it. Every time, without fail. 

(Although, truth be told, he’s not a very good liar anyway.)

“I, uh -” Peter rubs circles into the inside of his left wrist with his thumb. His head hurts, the gentle pulse of anxiety thrumming behind his eyes. And he has to do this now, he has to rip the bandaid off, or else the pulse will never fade. “Ned, I -” “Are you breaking up with me?” Ned interrupts, and he’s joking, sort of, mostly, but there’s a glint of real worry under the teasing.

Okay, what? “What?” Backwards. That’s so backwards. Ned’s worried about Peter breaking up with him, while Peter’s been expecting the reverse for weeks. “No - no, of course not!”

He’s too far away. They’re too far away from each other to have this conversation, with Peter at his desk and Ned sitting cross-legged on the bed, and he’s itching to hold his boyfriend’s hand. He slides off his chair and moves to join Ned on the bed, scooting forward so tat their knees touch.

Peter reaches out to take Ned’s hands in his - Ned doesn’t protest, but his nerves do show in the way his shoulders shift - and sits up just the tiniest bit straighter.

“Okay. Okay, we’re - we’re doing this,” Peter says, mostly to himself. Ned’s fingers tighten around his, and he’s fairly sure it’s involuntary. “Ned. My angel. There’s...something I need to tell you.”

Ned’s eyes still have that oh god, he’s breaking up with me look. It’s an awful look.

This is...not exactly how he thought this was going to go. 

Firmly, earnestly, he says, “I am not breaking up with you. I’d never, okay? But - but you might want to break up with me after this.”

“I - why would -”

Peter kisses him, gently. Lingeringly. When he pulls back, Ned is quiet, his eyes still half-closed and the worry lines in his forehead blissfully smooth.

He wonders if he made it worse for himself by putting it off. Wonders if it would’ve been easier had he just bit the bullet and told him four weeks ago, as soon as he’d realized. Wonders if Ned should’ve been the first person he told, whether he was ready or not.

Wonders if, maybe, he owed it to Ned to tell him first and fucked that up just as surely as he’s going to fuck up their relationship.

No. No, that’s not right. 

He wasn’t ready then, and nothing would’ve made this conversation harder than starting it prematurely.

He wasn’t ready then, but he’s ready now.

Peter takes a deep breath -

(In. Out.

Everything’s going to be fine.

He can do this.)

- and, all in one go, says, “I’m asexual. And maybe you know what that means, but maybe you don’t, so in case you don’t...it means I don’t experience sexual attraction and I don’t really...get the whole concept of finding people sexy and I - I don’t want to have sex, with - with you or anyone. 

“I know it changes things, so I understand if this means you want to break up. I - I’m sorry I didn’t tell you when we first started dating, but I only just realized recently and -”

“Peter, baby, breathe.”

Peter sucks in a breath so harsh it burns as Ned rubs his thumbs, lightly, across his knuckles - a way of calming him down that Ned’s been using since long before they got together.

He’s smiling. Ned’s smiling this soft, fond little smile, and there’s so much affection in his eyes, so much adoration, that Peter can’t believe he ever thought Ned would dump him over this.

“Hi,” Ned says softly, once Peter’s breathing steadily again, releasing one of his hands to carefully tuck a stray lock of hair behind Peter’s ear before giving his hand back. “Pete - alright, first of all, thank you. Thank you for telling me, thank you for trusting me with this, just - thank you.” Peter’s not tearing up. He’s not.

He didn’t cry last time, with Tony - not really, at least - and he’s not going to cry this time. He’s not going to cry because it’s not sad, and at this point, he doesn’t have tears to spare on things that aren’t sad.

He nods jerkily. Ned squeezes his fingers and continues, “So, just to make sure I’ve got this right - you don’t wanna have sex, like, ever?”

Another shaky nod. 

“Like, ever,” he confirms.

“Okay,” Ned says, and there’s nothing in his voice that even implies that it’s not. “Okay, then we won’t have sex.”

It’s so matter-of-fact, like another answer never even crossed his mind. Like another answer doesn’t even exist in his book.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

“Ned, I - I can’t ask you to -”

“You’re not asking.” Ned’s tone leaves no room for argument. “I’m telling you, Peter - if you don’t want to, then we won’t. Simple as that.”

Simple. Peter opens his mouth, but nothing comes out except this odd stuttery noise that he thinks is the beginning of...something. Something that doesn’t seem to have an end. Or a middle, for that matter.

The way Ned’s looking at him now is the same way Ned looked at him twenty minutes ago. The same way Ned looked at him four months ago. The same way Ned looked at him two years ago.

He might cry. He’s trying really hard not to, but he’s teetering.

“I don’t ever want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” Ned lets go of him entirely this time to link his hands across the back of Peter’s neck. His fingers tangle in the hair at the base of his head. “I love you, Peter, and in terms of importance, that beats out literally everything else. I’m with you for you, baby, not for sex. Or, just to cover all our bases here, for Spider-Man. Or for anything else you can think of that’s not my best friend and boyfriend, Peter Benjamin Parker.”

Best friend and boyfriend. Ned always puts best friend first, always says that the best thing about them is the fact that they were best friends first. That they’d loved each other in a million ways already, so when they fell in love, that number just became a million and one.

The bed creaks as Peter tilts forward to press his face into Ned’s shoulder. He lets his eyes flutter shut and twists his fingers into the front of his boyfriend’s t-shirt. Wetly, muffled in his sleeve, he says, “I love you too, Ned.” He promised he wouldn’t cry, but the wet spot forming on Ned’s shirt is telling him he broke that promise.

“So this means you’re...it’s ‘biromantic’, right? Instead of ‘bisexual’?”

The question itself isn’t funny, but Peter still huffs a choked laugh, because of course that’s what he asks. Not the things he was actually scared Ned would ask (How would you know if you’ve never tried it? Can’t you just fake it?), just...just whether he’s got the terminology right or not.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Peter says, and god, he loves this boy. He loves him more than he ever thought he could love someone, more than he ever thought he had the capacity to love someone. 

Ned’s fingers run up and down Peter’s spine, tingling all the way down to his toes. He gives a contented sigh. “Sweet. Got it.” There’s something else he wants to ask, he can hear it in the hitch of his boyfriend’s voice.

He’s fully prepared to wait, but it’s not long before Ned says, “Hey, I - I have to ask...I know it’s different for everyone, I know that sometimes it’s not just sex, it’s other types of - of intimacy -”

Not quite what he might’ve expected, but the question isn't surprising, not at all. Now that it’s been asked, Peter knows he would’ve wondered the exact same thing if the tables were turned.

Pulling back, Peter sits up straight and places his hands on Ned’s knees, making him stop mid-sentence. Waits just a second for his boyfriend’s eyes to meet his, then, in as firm a voice as he can muster, tells him, “Anything that we’ve already done is okay, Ned. Better than okay. Nothing you’ve ever done, nothing we’ve ever done, has made me uncomfortable, alright? Never.”

Ned exhales, and his relief is palpable. “Good. Okay, good, I’m glad.” Peter kisses the tip of his nose. Ned laughs, face scrunching up automatically, and playfully shoves Peter’s shoulder before his expression sobers quickly. “But Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“This means you have to tell me when something does make you uncomfortable. I don’t want you forcing yourself to do things you don’t want to do because you think...you think you owe me or something.” Peter starts to speak, but Ned shushes him and his mouth snaps shut. 

“Babe, I need you to promise that you’ll talk to me.” Ned takes his hands again - this time with palms facing Peter, fingers laced together, and elbows resting on his knees so their hands sit in the space between their chests. “Whatever it is, however disappointed you think I’ll be, I want you to promise me that you’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like. Promise me that you’ll tell me if I suggest something you know you won’t like. I can’t read your mind, Peter, as cool as having telepathy would be, which means you have to tell me when you don’t like something so I know what not to do.” “Ned -” “Promise me.”

“Okay!” Peter leans forward to rest his forehead against Ned’s, then lowers his voice to say again, “Okay, angel. I promise.”

They meet in the middle in a soft kiss, lips slotting together perfectly, like they were always meant to. 

“And if you want to have a real talk about boundaries,” Peter whispers when they break, hovering just inches apart, “we can have that. Another time, though, if that’s okay.” He feels him smile more than he sees it. “Of course it’s okay. Whatever you need, Petey.”

“You’re amazing,” Peter says, pressing another kiss to Ned’s lips, “and I love you.” 

Ned squeezes his hands one last time. “I love you too. Until the sun swallows the earth.”

Peter grins against his mouth. “Until the sun swallows the earth.”

And somehow, despite all the complications and obstacles and hurdles, despite everything, that’s all that matters.

[bennwriting]

Cat and Mouse

Fallout: Part 2 of 2 (for now) This is supposed to be part of a larger work, but these two chapters are all I don't hate so far.

When I woke up, he had pulled the sheet up over us and moved his head up to his pillow, but he was mostly in the same position. Arm still around me, though I’d rolled onto my side. I watched him sleep for a little while, peaceful and relaxed. 

I had no idea what time it was, but the soft light peeking through the blinds suggested either dusk or dawn. Either way, I was hungry. We’d skipped dinner in favor of getting naked and then sleeping it off. So I carefully eased out from under his arm, cleaned myself up a little in his bathroom, stole a t-shirt from one of his drawers, and went to figure out whether I was making dinner or breakfast.

Dinner, as it turned out. It had only been a couple of hours since we fell asleep. I rummaged through his kitchen for what I could put together and got to work. 

I was just about to go wake him when he shuffled into the kitchen, sleepy-eyed and adorable, hair going in every direction, in just a pair of shorts. 

“I smell food. What time is it?”

“8:15. I was starving. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not. You know what’s mine is yours. Whatcha makin?”

“I baked those pork chops you had in the fridge and made some pasta. You wanna throw a salad together?”

“Perfect. I’ll grab some wine too.”

“Oh fancy!”

He just laughed and went off to find a bottle before coming back to make the salad. Before we sat down at the bar to eat, he wrapped me up in a big hug. 

“Thank you. For dinner. And everything.”

“You’re so, so welcome.” I smiled up at him. 

He kissed my forehead and let me go, and we enjoyed a quiet, relaxed dinner together. After we cleaned up the kitchen, Jamie smiled bashfully at me. 

“I was thinking of getting in the hot tub. What do you think?”

“I think I didn’t bring my suit.”

“Oh. Um. You could go in in that … or go without? No one will see but me.”

I smiled at him. “Jamie Benn. Are you suggesting we go skinny dipping in your back yard?”

“Well. I was suggesting you could. But yeah, if it makes you feel better about it, I could too.”

“Ok I will. And you can if you want. Up to you.”

“I will. It’ll be fun. Look at me, having fun.” He plastered the most ridiculous, hilarious, fake-beyond-belief smile on his face, and I lost it. Which was apparently the desired effect because it was followed by a genuine, open-mouthed, tongue-out, dimpled laugh. 

When we’d stopped cracking up, he grabbed my hand and led me out to the hot tub, then left me to undress while he turned on the lights and jets. When he turned back around, I was still standing there watching him. 

“Change your mind?”

“No I just … was waiting for you I guess.”

“Well I was trying to give you a head start,” he smiled. “All I’ve got is shorts.”

“Can you um, go first?”

“What are you shy all of a sudden?”

I looked down at my feet. 

“Heyyy hey no, I was kidding.” He wrapped me up in a hug. ��Mouse, I’m the shy one around here. Quit trying to steal my thing.”

I giggled into his chest. “I could never.”

Bunching up the back of the shirt, he looked into my eyes. “Can I?” 

I nodded and lifted my arms as he pulled it over my head and tossed it on a chair. 

“There, we’re even now. You good?” 

I laughed. “Yeah, I’m good.”

We finished undressing together and giggled like teenagers as we stepped into the hot tub and sank into the water.

I sighed. “Ok yeah that feels really good.”

“Yeah it does.”

I still felt more exposed than him. Tried scooting further down into the water, not comfortable. Crossed my arms over my chest, felt awkward. Jamie must’ve noticed the squirming. 

“Hey Mouse? Come sit by me?”

I smiled and moved over to his side of the hot tub. He pulled me up against his side, rested his arm behind me, hand on my shoulder, kissed my temple. I looked up, smiling, and he turned toward me. One thumb traced the daisy chain tattoo up my arm and over my shoulder. 

“Have I mentioned how much I love this?”

“The tat or the skinny dipping?”

A smile. “Both.” Lips touched mine — so, so softly until I reached up to pull him closer. A deeper kiss, my legs draped over his lap. Hand drifting up the outside of my thigh, tugging at my hip, running up my spine to the base of my skull. 

Emotional and intense but soft. Two people who never expected this, both hyper-aware of their own issues but willing to just go with the moment. 

When we finally stopped — hours later? no concept of time — I was totally relaxed. We rested our foreheads together for a moment, both smiling, then I scooted further into his lap and nestled into his chest. He leaned back against the side of the hot tub but kept his arms around me, one hand on my thigh and one rubbing softly on my back. We were quiet for a bit, both enjoying the closeness. 

“This is what I miss the most about being in a relationship,” I sighed. “Shit, sorry, didn’t mean to bring that up.”

“It’s ok,” he said softly. “I miss this too. A lot. Fuck, you know what? I haven’t been in a real relationship in like two years. We were just friends who used to be together that still texted and fucked occasionally.”

“Ouch. I mean, neither have I, but we had the sense to officially end it two years ago.”

“We probably should have. It was doomed the minute she moved to LA.”

“Would you if you had it to do over?”

Heavy sigh. “Probably not. That probably makes me an idiot.”

“No, it makes you loyal and in love. Maybe a little hopelessly so, but not an idiot. Would it have hurt less if you’d ended it then?”

“I don’t know. Maybe? We’d have done less damage to each other. But we wouldn’t know whether we gave up on something that could’ve worked. I’d probably always wonder.”

“Well then maybe this is how it needed to go down. You can make a clean break now.”

“Yeah. Shit, I still don’t want it to be over. Even after everything that happened. But I can’t do the long distance thing anymore. It’s too hard.”

“So what do you miss the most?”

“God, she made me laugh. She’s crazy. She dragged me out to so much stupid shit. But I had fun. Even at fucking Disneyland, my nightmare. We still had fun.”

“I could not believe she got you on that ferris wheel.”

“Me neither. Pretty sure I almost died.”

“Oh lord, you’re so dramatic.”

“I swear to god my heart stopped.”

“Such a baby.”

“Yup. Sure am. Mum’s baby.”

I giggled. “That too.”

“So what really happened with you and Kevin? Did he not want to move to Colorado?”

“No, I um, kinda moved to Colorado to get away from him.”

“You what? Did he hurt you? Do I need to beat his ass?”

“Noooo no no nothing like that. I just thought it would be easier. If we didn’t see each other. Like at friends’ parties or the grocery store or whatever. I think I … really hurt him. When I broke it off.”

“Oh. Why did you break it off then?”

“It … wasn’t fair to him. That I didn’t want to, y’know.”

“Ohhhh. So wait, you never had sex? You were together like two years.”

“Two years and one day, actually. And yes, we had sex. But I um, didn’t …”

He waited for me to finish the thought, and when I didn’t, he kissed my head and hugged me. 

“It’s ok. We can change the subject if you want.”

I took a deep breath. “No, I don’t mind. You wanted me to explain more anyway. That’s as good a place to start as any.”

“Do you wanna go inside? Would that be more comfortable?”

“Actually, no, this is good. I like the … contact. As long as I’m not cutting off the circulation to your legs.”

“No, you’re perfect. Featherweight,” he laughed. “And I’m enjoying this. Holding you. Feels good.”

“Yeah it does. So … yes, Kevin and I had sex. Although not until we’d been together like six months. I uhh … never really wanted to. It’s not that he was bad at it. He did all the right things. I just wasn’t into it. Which was completely unfair to him. So I broke it off.”

“Did he know? That you’re … what did you call it again?”

“Gray-a? Yeah, but he didn’t really get it. Which is understandable. It doesn’t necessarily make sense if you don’t feel it yourself. We did talk about it though. And he really did try to understand. But he thought he could fix it.”

“So it’s not something you can fix, right? Like it’s just who you are?”

“Exactly. It’s like being gay. It’s not a disease like depression, and it’s not a hormone imbalance. Sometimes it does feel like I’m broken. But there’s not a cause. And it’s not all bad. It just … complicates things.”

“Ok so explain again what it means. Like I’m 12 years old.”

I laughed. “Ok. I’m gonna oversimplify the crap out of this or you're gonna be even more confused and probably bored senseless. Like 1% of the population identifies as asexual, which means we don’t experience sexual attraction. So say a really hot chick walks by, totally your type. Your body reacts. Your brain reacts. You get that I’d-hit-that feeling. Aces don’t experience that.”

“Never? For anyone?”

“Well, straight-up asexual people don’t, no. This is where it gets complicated. So there’s a huge spectrum of asexuality. Straight-up aces don’t experience any kind of sexual attraction. But there’s a massive gray area between that and normal sexuality.”

“Which is where you are. So gray-a.”

“Yup. In my case, I only feel it with someone I really care about, and I need a trigger of some kind. Like cheering you up today. It’s a physical reaction to emotion, I guess is the best way to put it.”

“That’s … a really limited set of circumstances.”

“Yeah. It is. And my life would be so much simpler if I worked the way you do. But here I am.”

“So next week, you probably won’t feel the same way?” 

“Oh maybe still next week. It’s lasted longer than that before. But next year? Probably not.”

“Ok I can’t really wrap my brain around that. But I get that it’s not something you can change. Sorry it complicates your life.”

“Yeah me too. But I’m used to it. It’s better now that I know I’m not a freak. Well, not the only freak.”

“I don’t think you’re a freak.” He hugged me close, and I hugged him back. 

“Thanks, Jame.”

“So did you ever feel it for Kevin or were you just …”

“Going through the motions? Yeah, pretty much. I mean I thought he was good looking. And I did love him. But it never translated to wanting to rip his clothes off.”

He smirked. “You wanted to rip my clothes off?”

“Not literally, ya shit. But I damn sure did wanna get you naked. And by the way, I’m a little pissed at you for never sharing that panther tat. It’s gorgeous.”

“Thank you. But it’s like your mouse. It’s … private. For me. I like sharing it with you now though. Thank you for sharing this with me.” 

He softly touched the mouse on my ribs, then let his hand drift up to cup my breast as he pulled me into a kiss. 

He ran his hand over my body, everywhere he could reach. Looked quietly, earnestly into my eyes. “Thank you for sharing all of this with me. It means a lot.”

“To me too.” 

“You good to stay out here a while longer?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

He pulled me against his chest and kissed the top of my head. We were quiet for a long time, enjoying the feeling of being in each other’s arms and the warm water swirling around us. Occasionally one of us would trail fingertips across the other’s body, press lips to skin, breathe in the other’s scent. But mostly we were just still and content. 

Jamie, ever the worrier, was the first to speak. “So what happens after tonight?”

“What, between us?”

“Yeah.”

“What do you want to happen?”

“I don’t know, honestly.”

“Well, we’re still friends, of course.”

“Obviously.”

“We don’t need to be more if you don’t want.”

A long pause. “What if I want?”

“Do you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe?”

“I’m happy to do more of this if that’s what you need.”

“What about you? What do you need?”

“You to be honest with me. You’re obviously not ready to start a new relationship.”

“No. Definitely not. But I already have a relationship with you. Can we just add the other part into that?”

“What, friends with benefits?”

“I hate that phrase, but yeah, something like that, I guess.”

“You know I can’t promise my um, physical reaction will continue.”

“I know. But if it does?”

I sat back so I could look him in the eyes. 

“We need to set some ground rules.”

“Yeah, sure, definitely. I’m obviously not in a great place right now, and the last thing I want to do is hurt you or fuck up our friendship.”

“Ok.” I thought for a bit. “First things first. I’m not your toy to be used when you have needs and then put back in a box. If you need me, you ask, and if I’m up for it, we go. But if I’m not, you can’t get pissy about it. I want to still be friends like we were before, not just fuck buddies. Ok?”

“Absolutely. I don’t want to ever just use you. If I wanted that, I’d find some puck bunny to fuck. I’m not entitled to your body or your friendship. I’ve gotta be worthy of both.”

“The same goes for me. I’m not going to use you either. I won’t ever ask for anything you’re not ready for. You don’t need to take me to fancy dinners or buy me things. We’re not dating. There’s no pressure.”

“I do want to take you to nice dinners, but only because I like good food and I like your company, not because I’m trying to impress you.”

I laughed. “Ok, fair enough. But let me pay once in a while.”

“You can buy at the places that aren’t stupid expensive. I’m not letting you pick up the check at Nobu.”

I smiled. “I can deal with that. That place is way too rich for my blood.”

“It’s so good though.”

“I should hope so!”

“We’ll go soon.”

“Ok.”

“Anything else?”

“When you’re ready to move on, you tell me. I don’t wanna get in the way of your future.”

“You’ll be the first to know. Fuck, you’ll probably know before I do.”

We both laughed. It was so true. 

“Ok. I think that’s about it.”

“Yeah.” Big, sincere eyes searched my face for doubts. “Mouse, if you ever don’t want me, tell me. I won’t take it personally, I promise. And if I’m stupid and an ass about it, smack me. Don’t ever do anything you’re not 100% into just because it’s what I want. What you want is just as important.”

“Deal.” It came out more breathless than I intended. 

Soft lips on mine, gentle and sweet, and soft hands moving up my shoulders to cradle my face. When we’d had our fill, we rested our foreheads together with soft smiles. 

“Getting sleepy, Chubbs. Bed?”

“Mmm, yeah, bed sounds good.”

As I followed him out of the hot tub, I got an up-close view of his ass, and I tripped on the last step. I gracelessly – barely – caught myself before I face-planted on the pool deck, but it was too late for my dignity as he spun around and saw me stumble. 

“Oh my god, are you ok? I’m so sorry, I should’ve helped you out.”

“No, it’s fine, I’m fine, just uhh, clumsy. Not your fault.” Totally your fault, I thought. Your ass’s fault. Jesus Christ, put a warning label on that thing. I couldn’t look him in the face, but I was having trouble finding an appropriate alternative. Everywhere I looked made me blush harder. 

“Mouse? Are you sure you’re ok?” I could hear the smile in his voice, damn him. “You’re awfully pink.”

“Hot tub. Hot water, right?” I stammered as I picked up my clothes, trying not to get them too wet. “Plus I just almost ate concrete, so that’s embarrassing.”

“Ok, c’mon, let's get you inside and make sure you didn’t hurt yourself.”

A towel seemed to wrap itself around my body, and a hand at the small of my back — ready to catch me? push me? — somehow made me feel comforted and uncomfortable at the same time. But I let him guide me through the patio doors into his bathroom, which oddly was the first time I noticed he had wrapped a towel around his waist as well. It sat low on his hips, and if I thought his bare ass was distracting …

“Mouse? You there? Earth to Mollie.”

“Hmm? What?”

“I said let’s have a shower and rinse off the pool water before bed, eh?”

“Oh, right, yeah, good idea.”

“Hey,” soft hands again, lifting my chin to an even softer voice, “are you sure you’re ok? Didn’t hit your head, did you?” Gentle fingers pushed my hair away from my face, concerned eyes looked me over for any visible damage. 

“No, no I caught myself.”

“Ok so what’s wrong? You’re spacing out on me. Did I do something?”

“No … well yes, but …”

“Oh god, what did I do?

“Nothing bad! I just, um, you, uh …” I could feel the blood rushing to my face. 

“Whatever it is, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“No, don’t be sorry, it’s fine, it’s nothing. Oh my god, just say it, Mollie, Jesus Christ. I came face to face with your ass stepping out of the hot tub and promptly forgot how to walk, ok? That thing should be registered as a lethal weapon. It almost killed me.”

Now it was his turn to blush scarlet — and then try really hard to stifle the belly laugh that followed. 

“Sorry,” he wheezed Canadianly between giggles, “I swear I’m not laughing at you.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Jamie,” I deadpanned before bursting into giggles of my own. “Shut up! It’s the first good look I’ve gotten at that thing. It’s very distracting! You’re very distracting.” I poked at his abs, which were still tensed with laughter, and hooked my finger into the front of his towel. “This whole look is very, very … distracting.” I trailed off — distractedly — and ran my other hand up his chest, letting my own towel fall while I tugged at his. 

His giggles quickly subsided, and he stepped into me, hands running up my sides, smiling when I dropped his towel on the floor. 

“Looks like you’ve got me naked again. What are you gonna do with me?”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm wash you,” I giggled and walked over to turn on the water, leaving him cracking up in the middle of the bathroom. 

When I stepped into the shower, he joined me, still chuckling softly, and wrapped his arms around me from behind. 

“You always keep me on my toes.”

“I just needed to hear that laugh.”

“Me too. Thanks.”

I turned around in his arms and looked up into his sweet, smiling face, and I couldn’t resist reaching up to run a hand over one dimpled cheek. He looked so much lighter than he had when I got there. Not cured by any means but definitely not as lost. 

“This smile looks good on you.”

This blush was soft. “You put it there.”

I smiled back and pulled him down into a tender kiss, which he deepened. Not a steamy, sexy kiss, but one full of feeling. 

We washed — ourselves and each other — and headed to bed, where he spooned up behind me and kissed my cheek. 

“Good night, Mouse.”

“Good night, Chubbs.”

We’d worry about the fallout later.

—

daisy chain tat

mouse tat

[vidkid20ssimblrlair]

Episode 21: Uninvited

"Ms. Madison. This is ridiculous!"

"You're being ridiculous!"

I stood there helplessly watching Madison and Mr. Jones argue at the front door. I wasn’t entirely sure what to do or even what to say. I found it all confusing. Gemma. Who was she? Where did she come from? Was Madison right? Was Jones right? I was beginning to think I should have stayed in bed.

"We can't trust everyone who shows up on our front door!"

"I trusted you."

"Yeah, but DJ didn't. He saved our lives, but that didn't stop him. He questioned us. Watched us. Even camped with us before he even let us set foot on this property. Before he led us to you. If DJ was here..."

"That was different. You were a group. This is one woman!"

"Um...excuse me?" Wade drawled standing in the doorway. He pointed his finger out the door. "What you want me to do with her?"

Jones sighed. "Bring her in. Take her into the kitchen."

"But tie her up," Madison added.

"Madison. That's not how we do things."

"Oh, so would you like me to give her the grand tour then?"

"No."

"Then let me handle things."

Wade shook his head and went back outside. He quickly returned with Gemma. He held both her wrist behind her back and stirred her through the doorway pushing through the two of them. He then glanced over at me.

"Audrey. Come help me for a second."

I was surprised. It was a miracle he even remembered my name considering he had got it wrong numerous times over the weeks and that’s when he wasn’t calling me 'girly'. I looked over at Madison searching for an answer for why he needed me, but she shrugged and went back to bickering with Jones.

"Didn't you hear me? Come on. I don't got all day," he snarled causing me to jump and I followed them into the kitchen.

He sat Gemma down in one of the kitchen chairs and stood over her. He then reached in his back pocket and handed me a handgun.

"Cover me," he said. "Never can be too careful."

"I..."

"Just point the thing at her and pull the trigger if she tries something."

"Um...ok."

Het hen glanced at the hallway and roared, "We got some rope? What the hell I'm supposed to tie her up with?"

Madison answered back. "There's some rope on the bus. Use that."

He rolled his eyes and looked over at the stairwell. He smiled. "Tao! Just who I need."

I looked up to see Tao standing in the archway. He looked at Wade, to me, to Gemma, and back at Wade. His expression a ball of confusion and nerves. His eyes quickly went back to Gemma.

"Who's she?" he said pointing at her.

Gemma turned around to him smiling. "Gemma. Gemma Ryan. Hello."

Wade frowned. "Never you mind her. I need you to go get some rope. Should be in the bus"

"But..."

"Go!"

He took one last glance at Gemma and back at me as he walked past. Still looking bewildered. He ran out into the hallway and what I assumed out the front. The three of us were left in awkward silence then. Gemma's eyes darting here and there, but her same eerie smile never fading.

"I didn't know they were such strapping young men here," she cooed winking at Wade. Such big arms and muscles. You work out?"

Wade blushed. "Ma'am...I..."

"Seriously."

It took everything in me not to gag. Wade, on the other hand, appeared to be flustered. He was bright red now. He felt up his arms and avoided eye contact with her. She giggled and a small smile spread across his face. I rolled my eyes. Wade was falling for it hook line and sinker. What an idiot. Thankfully, Tao came back before Gemma could shower him with any more compliments. He held up the rope and gave it to him. Then he stood back watching. The southern looked conflicted as he stared down at it and back at Gemma but gripped the rope looking serious now.

"Put your wrist behind you," he said eyeing her hands on her lap. "And sit up."

"You don't have to do that if you don't want," she said sweetly, but her charms didn't work this time.

He came up behind her and grabbed her wrist forcefully doing it for her. He wrapped the rope around her wrist and looked up at Tao.

"Go find the others. Tell em’ we have a visitor."

Tao ran off and hurried up the stairs. As Wade tied her up, I stood in front of her and carefully aimed the gun in her direction. She eyed me smirking.

"You know how to use that thing? I would be careful."

"I would be quiet if I was you," I shot back.

"Tell me this. Do you always do what they tell you to do?" she whispered catching me off guard. Her sickening sweet tone sounding more venomous. "I thought you were smarter than that. My mistake.”

"Something wrong?" Wade asked popping up as if he was in a trance. He finished tying up her wrist and came back around to the front. He wrapped the rope around her torso and legs. He looked up at me with genuine concern. "Tell me if so, girly."

"No. It's fine."

"You sure?" He cut his eye at Gemma and grumbled, "You better not be saying nothing weird to her. I'll gag ya if I have to."

I smiled and watched him finish up. I then heard two loud voices. I looked up to see it was Nathan and Aaron. They appeared to be arguing about something, but stopped in their tracks and looked to be both trying to make sense of the scene.

"Who the hell is she?" Nathan perplexed beating Aaron to it.

"Audrey, why didn't you tell me there were more handsome fellas here," she said grinning at me suddenly. She flashed them the same cheesy grin and winked. "Hi. I'm Gemma. Gemma Ryan."

They looked at each other and back at us. Both confused as ever. Gemma looked to be both disappointed and annoyed with their reactions. I hid my face chuckling.

"You really should warn us of these things you know," Arron said dryly.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't exactly have time to send out invitations," Wade said sarcastically. "By the way, where’s Tao? He was supposed to tell you. Damn that boy!"

Arron smirked. "Well, no matter. Hmm. Do my ears deceive me or do I hear a slight accent, Ms. Ryan?"

"Oh. I have a slight Scottish accent still. It likes to comes out when around any Scott's or Brits no matter how long I’ve been in the states. Are you British?"

"I'm from England. Yes. Nice to meet you despite your er...circumstances. Are you hurt? I'm a doctor. Dr. Aaron Pinto to be specific."

"Ah. A real live doctor. This place is getting better and better by the minute," she squealed.

"Well, don't get too happy. You might not be here long," Madison interjected entering the room with Jones. "Well since you're here Aaron, does it look like she’s been bitten?”

He felt her forehead and shook his head. "No. Well, there's no fever at least."

"Well, I guess we’re safe for now. Maybe we can confirm that later, but now it’s time for some questions."

"Questions?"

"Yep. Just a few questions."

Jones frowned. "Ms. Goodwin, please be advised I will cut things short if I feel like things are getting out of hand."

"I told you I'm just going question her. If everything checks out and she doesn't pose a threat, then I'll free her and you can do what you please. Don't worry."

"Fine," he said. He pulled out a seat at the table. "Besides, DJ will be home soon. I'm sure he'll add his two cents in as well on Ms. Gemma's fate here."

"Yeah, Matthew will want to have a say not including the rest of them. Maybe we can even take a vote," Nathan added. He patted Jones on arm playfully sat down. "Too bad we don't have any popcorn for this interrogation though."

"Holy shit. Who's she?" another voice echoed through the room. I looked up to see Omar. He furrowed his brow. "Something happened?"

Tao then entered the room behind him seemingly out of breath. "Oh, there you go. I was looking all over for you guys."

Wade scoffed. "Yeah right."

"Tao. Go outside. Keep watch," Madison said eyeing him. "Holler if you see someone."

"But I want to see the action."

"Tao!"

"Fine," he moaned. "But who is she really? I want to know."

"An uninvited guest. Now go!"

He pouted and stomped his way out into the hallway. A few seconds later the front slammed and Madison turned her attention back to us.

"Ok. So everyone. This is Gemma and she literally threw herself on our front steps about an hour ago. I'm about to interrogate her. Have a seat, stand, watch, whatever."

Gemma gasped in wonderment. "So is this everyone who lives here? Is there more?"

"That's none of your business! I'm asking the questions here," Madison spat. She then looked over at me flashing me a smile and winked. "Keep that gun trained on her deputy."

I nodded almost forgetting I was still holding the thing. I gripped it tighter with my sweaty palms and glanced over at Jones. The man wasn’t a fan of guns, but he seemed to be tolerating it for now. I took aim again as Madison suddenly exit the kitchen. She came back with the chair she was using outside and placed it right in front of Gemma. She sat down with the back of the chair up against her chest. Then she leaned forward with fire in her eyes.

"Who are you really?"

"I told you I'm Gemma..."

"I know that," she said rubbing her temples. "Ok, how about this? Have you ever been with a group?"

"No. Never. It was just me and my boyfriend," she said sounding way too cheerful.

"Really? Why do I doubt that? Not that it's not possible to survive with only one other person, but it's rare nowadays. Strength in numbers as they say. The dead have certainly gotten that memo at least."

"I have come across people, but my boyfriend has always maintained we stay to ourselves. Quite silly in my opinion, but he’s always been a loner."

Madison smirked. "Sound like a real rebel. Who is this boyfriend? What's his name?"

She paused. "John. What does it matter what's his name is?"

"Just asking. 'John' could be still out there though. Can you describe him?"

"Well, he's blonde, fit, good looking. You know the type right?" she said winking.

"Sure, but it’s not much of a description to go off of either. No recognizable scars or tattoos?"

"No. A tat of some playing cards on his arm."

"That's a start. Where's the last place you saw him?"

"We got split up in the midst of rotters. Remember? Wasn't exactly taking in the scenery when it happened," she laughed nervously. She looked around expecting us to join in, but the room remained silent. She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess a few miles away from here."

"Well, maybe you can take us to the very spot later. We can also retrieve some of your stuff from the car you were staying in. Hey, maybe we'll run into him there. He might be alive."

"I doubt that."

"You sure have little faith in him. It's almost as if you hope he's dead. That if he even exists," she snorted. "Hmm...I almost forgot. Three more questions for you."

The woman scowled. "What?"

"How many of the dead have you killed?”

"I don't know. I don't count them. Dozens."

"How many people have you killed?"

"What?" she spluttered. "What kind of question is that?"

"Just answer the question."

"I..no..no one. Absolutely no one. Who would? Human life is precious," she said appearing to look insulted. "I know there's bad people out there, but killing? Heaven forbids!"

"Oh, drop the act sweetheart.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“Ever heard of the saying ‘Lady Doth Protest too Much?’," she quipped. Gemma stared at her blankly and she rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I have more questions for you."

"What? I thought that was it," the woman said looking as if she had been through the wringer now.

"No. Well, something crossed my mind or should I say, someone? You might know her. The name’s Jade. Heard of her?"

This seemed to spark a genuine reaction. Her eyes grew wide at just the mention of the name and she bit her lip. "Never heard of her."

"I know when people are lying to me."

"I'm not lying. I don't know her. Who is she?"

"You happen to hear the phrase 'we're watching you’ lately by any chance?"

"What? No. That sounds frightening."

"Don't play dumb."

"I'm quite tired right now. I've had a long day and the baby..."

"Now you're tired," she jeered. "It's funny how the baby gets mentioned when it's convenient."

"Madison!"

"Jones. I got this!"

"Guys! Guys!" Tao screamed standing in the doorway. He looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Madison shook her head. "Tao. Not now."

"No. My sister, Matt, everyone. They're back..."

"Good. It's about time. It's almost dark."

"No! You don't understand. Something's wrong. Something happened. Come quick!"

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Paring: Finn BalorX OC Haven (both call each other by their real names in Private)

Warnings: Cussing, a little angst, a lot of fluff

"So how was it?" Sasha asked. Haven looked at her. "How was what?" Haven asked. "Duh your date with Seth!" Bayley said. "It was NOT a date!" Haven fumed stairing at Bayley. "Easy girl." Sasha said. "He's not my type, he's a great guy just not the right one for me." Haven said. She picked at her salad and sighed. "Ok so who can we fix you up with?" Bayley said. "Bay please don't ok I'm just really not ready." Haven said. Bayley hugged her and Haven smiled. "You just need a great guy friend is all." Sasha said.

Finn walked into catering. Haven ran over to and hugged him. "Hey." Haven whispered. "Hey." Finn said. "You look so upset, are you ok?" Haven asked looking up. He stroked her hair and she giggled. "I've got a lot on my mind." Finn said. "You don't have to worry about the match I've got your back." Haven said. "I was never worried about our match." Finn said. "Wanna go talk you know I'm here for you." Haven said. "I know." Finn said. She took his hand and he looked at her. "Come on I know a spot." Haven said.

They walked off and Sasha smiled. "They are so adorable." Sasha said. "She'd never try you know she's so closed off." Bayley said. "So is he, Cathy totally messed him up." Sasha said. Finn sat with her and she nudged his shoulder with hers. "Come on Finn spill." Haven said. "It's lonely now." Finn said. She looked away and he sighed as he got up. "She never should've been with you if she couldn't handle you being focused on getting your title back." Haven said grabbing his hand. He turned and she pulled him close.

"He should've loved you." Finn said. "She should've loved you as well." Haven said. He laid his forehead to hers. "I have to get ready." Finn said. "Listen to me Finn Balor you are an amazing person and wrestler I'm so ready for our match." Haven said. "You're an amazing woman and wrestler Haven I'll see you out there." Finn said. "It's a date handsome." Haven teased. He brushed his nose against hers and she giggled. "You an Eskimo now?" Haven teased. "I don't want to kiss you yet." Finn said softly. Her body trembled at his words and she rubbed his biceps.

"You're too good for me Finn." Haven whispered and moved him back getting up. He grabbed her hand and pulled her close. "I tink ya have tat wrong lass, you're fair too good for me." Finn whispered. She laughed and pushed him away playfully. "I've gotta match to prepare for." Haven said. He gripped her hand. "Wear my shirt." Finn said. "Finn what's going on with you?" Haven asked. "I'm frustrated." Finn said. She rubbed up his arms and smirked. "How can I help partner?" Haven asked. "Kiss me Haven let me taste ya lass let me feel ya against me." Finn whispered.

"Fergal." Haven breathed. It was the first time she'd said his name at an arena or event. She was usually so professional and in character. He smiled and she blushed. "Ya dropped character love." Finn whispered. "Sorry, I was shocked at what you said." Haven said. "Why?" Finn asked. "You asked me to kiss you." Haven said. "True but tat was wrong." Finn said. "Oh...I see." Haven said and walked off. He kicked the wall and sighed. "Put your foot in it huh?" Sasha asked. "Like ya wouldn't believe." Finn said. "Let me talk to her." Sasha said.

Haven was laying in the floor eyes closed when Sasha came in. She crouched down poking her stomach. "Am I in the way Sasha?" Haven asked. "No, but you frustrated your partner." Sasha said. "Finn will be fine." Haven said. "He's sorry." Sasha said. "Why are you and Bay so concerned with my love life?" Haven asked slightly annoyed. She leaned up on her elbows and then sprang to her feet. "We want to see you happy, both of you and when you two are together he's like the old happy Finn." Sasha said. "It's not because of me." Haven said.

"It is." Sasha said. "That's not possible Sash." Haven said. "Why not?" Sasha asked. "Because I'm me." Haven said. "Ok tell me something." Sasha said. "Sure." Haven said. "What's the matter with you?" Sasha asked. "You want a list?" Haven asked. "Tell me honestly Scabell." Sasha said. "You don't use my name most of the time it sounds so nice." Haven said. "Has he ever called you by your name?" Sasha asked. "Mostly it's Haven." Haven said. "I see." Sasha said. "Sounds pretty in his accent." Haven said. "Any thing does." Sasha said. They laughed and hugged.

Haven put on her leather jacket and walked out. "So unoriginal." Alexa said. "Part of my asthetic Alexa it's a simple coincidence Finn has one too." Haven said. "You look great in it Haven." Nia said. "Thanks Nia." Haven said. She went through the curtain and out to the ring jumping over the top rope and sliding out of her jacket. She sat on the top turn buckle and waited. Gallows and Anderson came out and they waited for him. When Finn came out she smiled at his infectious grin. It was amazing that he always seemed so happy to everyone.

He always gave everyone so much of himself and he was always last, he always got what was left. Sometimes at the end of the day there was nothing left. She knew how that felt, it was the way she was and had always been. She got down to let him do his thing and she leaned into the turn buckles. "Haven doesn't look very impressed." Coach said. "She's a very calm person." Cole said. "She has a lot of respect for Finn Balor, you can tell by the way she watches him I'd say she's very impressed." Corey said.

Finn too sweeted the guys and then walked to her and she tilted her head. "Join the club." Finn said. He held up too sweet and she did to the tips of their fingers touching. She shivered and he smirked. "Is there room for two girls?" Haven asked. "Sasha isn't part of us." Finn said. She beamed at him and walked over to the guys. They all held up too sweet and she felt whole. "Welcome." Karl said. She smiled at him and gallows. "I feel so short." Haven said. "Ya are the shortest of us." Finn said. "Now." Karl said. She laughed and leaned on the buckles.

"Who'd have thought I'd be the girl in the bullet club." Haven said. "You mean the Balor Club." Luke said. "Yeah sure that's what I mean." Haven said. Finn smirked at her and she blushed a little bit. They waited and she froze when Asuka's music stared. "Whoa wait she's not supposed to be his partner." Haven said. "Kurt didn't tell you?" Karl asked. "Tell me what?" Haven asked. "We face Asuka and Roman." Finn said. "They changed the damn match!" Haven said. "Yes." Finn said.

"The number one contenders verses the champions." Karl said. "Fuck me." Haven breathed. They all laughed but Finn. She saw his eyes go dark and the pure ocean blue turned to brilliant saphiare. "Finn." Haven said softly. "Just don't piss her off and ya'll be fine." Finn said. Karl and Luke left and she stood on the steps watching Finn and Roman trade blows. She was trying hard not to tag in. Her hands were twisting on the ropes like she was going crazy. Roman threw him into the corner, she tagged herself in getting in the ring.

They locked eyes as they circled each other. Haven went for her knees taking her down and pounding on her. Asuka was a striker, one of the best, you had to take her down and keep her down. Asuka got her legs between them and kicked Haven into the turn buckles. Haven's neck hit the top turn buckle and snapped back, like a whiplash effect. She slid down and sat there her eyes closed. The ref ran over and Finn stopped breathing. Asuka looked at Roman then Finn. Haven woke up later in the hospital blinking at the lights.

"Who turned on the sun?" Haven whispered. Finn shot up and she looked at him. "Hey did I beat her?" Haven asked. "No love." Finn said. "I'm so sorry I let you guys down Finn." Haven whispered. He caressed her cheek. "I'm just glad yer ok ya've been out for hours." Finn said. "How'd you get them to let you stay?" Haven asked. "I fibbed." Finn said. "Told them you were my brother." Haven assumed. "Yer boyfriend." Finn corrected. She shook her head and felt him shaking. "What's wrong?" Haven asked. "Scabell ya scared the shit out of me tonight." Finn said.

She teared up as he cupped her cheek. "You said my name." Haven whispered. "I've said it before." Finn said. "Not like that." Haven whispered. She closed her eyes and her heart skipped a beat. He kissed her forehead and caressed her cheek. "Rest Scabell, I'm here." Finn whispered. "Thank you for fibbing Fergal." Haven said softly. "I wanted ta stay, I had ta know ya were alright Scabell." Finn said. She took his hand and kissed it. "Maybe you are a prince after all." Haven said. "I have ta tell ya someting." Finn said.

"Please don't, not here or now when I'm hurt don't confuse our friendship with love when it's not." Haven said. "I have feelings for ya." Finn said. She looked at him and shook her head. "Fergal, we're best friends this will mess it up." Haven said. "Only if it ends Scabell." Finn said. She nodded and he kissed her forehead. "You rest." Finn said. "If you're my boyfriend shouldn't you be holding me?" Haven asked. He smirked and laid down. She rolled over and rubbed his chest. He pulled her closer and she sighed.

"I've always wondered what it would feel like to be in your arms like this." Haven said. "I have too Scabell especially when I was away." Finn said. "Fergal I missed you so much but you needed to heal and home was the best place." Haven said. "I'm healed now." Finn said. "I know, and your amazing now even better than before." Haven said. "Am I now?" Finn asked playing with her hair. "Better than anyone Fergal." Haven said. He held her tighter and she went to sleep. She woke up and looked around.

He was still asleep so she moved the little whisps of hair out of his eyes. "I'm not asleep." Finn grinned. "I see that." Haven said. "Did ya sleep well?" Finn asked. "Like a baby thanks to you." Haven said. "Me?" Finn asked. "Always wanted to be held." Haven said. "Oh." Finn said. She was released and he took her to the hotel. He went to his room and she went to hers taking a long hot shower. When she got out she called him and he went to her room. "What is it lass?" Finn asked and blushed instantly. She beamed up at him and blushed too.

"Please don't say anything Fergal, just keep using it for me I love it." Haven said. "I honestly didn't mean ta call ya tat it slipped." Finn said. "I've always wanted to be called that Fergal, by a man just like you, I just never told anyone that." Haven babbled. He kissed her forehead and she smiled. "Will you keep calling me that?" Haven asked. "If ya want me ta tat bad I tink I can keep callin ya lass." Finn teased. She let a few tears go. "Does it mean tat much ta ya Scabell?" Finn asked. "It's not just that, it's that you're here right now." Haven said.

"Ya said ya needed me lass what was I supposed ta do leave ya hangin?" Finn asked. "I kinda wanted a kiss, is that stupid I wanted to see if it's just because I'm hurt your letting your feelings out." Haven babbled. "Tat boy really messed wit yer head lass, wantin me ta kiss ya is natural, especially when ya first start ta date." Finn said. She touched his cheek and leaned up. "Stop rushin me lass I'll kiss ya." Finn said and kissed her nose. "Tell me the truth is this all storyline stuff Finn, is this...this is all fake and you've let me make a fool out of myself." Haven fumed.

He pulled her close and held her. "Tis is us lass, Scabell look at me and tell me ya don't have feelings for me." Finn said. She looked up trembling against him. "Fergal." Haven whispered. "I need ya ta say it lass, tell me how ya feel about me." Finn coaxed. "Fergal you mean the world to me, your my best friend." Haven said. "Do ya tink ya could date me Scabell, tat ya could love me?" Finn asked. "Fergal nothing would make me happier than to be your girlfriend." Haven said. She held him tightly and smiled stroking his hair.

"Ya make me happy lass." Finn whispered. "She was right." Haven said. "Who?" Finn asked. "Sasha, she said I made you happy." Haven said. "She was right Scabell, ya make me feel like my old self." Finn said. "You make me feel like me again, I was so alone, so shut down until we started talking." Haven said. He ran his fingers through her hair. "Black makes ya look so different, like some Raven haired goddess." Finn whispered. "A goddess, Fergal what's on your mind?" Haven asked. "You." Finn said. "I'm not dying my hair." Haven said.

"The brown suits ya to a tee lass, I love it." Finn said. "That warm Chestnut color really is natural, I swear." Haven teased. He laughed and she played with her hair. She sat on the bed and he sat with her. "I kinda just needed to know if I dreamed it all." Haven said. "I'm real." Finn said. "I wanna be like that every night Fergal." Haven said getting up. He pulled her down and she looked up at him as he caressed her cheek. "I'd like tat." Finn said. "Really?" Haven asked. "Yes." Finn said. "Tell me yer dream date?" Finn said. "You." Haven said.

He laughed and she felt the vibration in his chest watching him. "Your not like anyone I've ever met Fergal." Haven said softly. He looked at her and she had this innocence to her but also a darkness mixed with light. She blushed and he smirked. "Lass tell me someting." Finn said. "Anything, but you know a lot about me already." Haven said. "Are ya a virgin?" Finn asked. She blushed more and locked eyes with him. "And if I am, what you'll walk out is that it?" Haven accused. "No lass, just wanted ta know if what I saw was true." Finn said.

"You'd be my first kiss too my ex never touched me." Haven said. "The bloody fool." Finn spat. "I was the fool, and I'm being one again assuming you'd want to kiss me, or even fuck me, I want to be alone now please go." Haven said. She rolled from his arms and shuttered instantly. He'd been so warm and smelt so good. Like the earth after a summer rain, fresh and clean with a hint of darkness. He wrapped around her and put his arm between hers gripping her hand as he laced their fingers together.

She didn't move hell she could barely breathe. "Push all ya want lass, but ya don't have ta be scared of me I promise ya tat Scabell, yer safe wit me." Finn whispered. She licked her lips and rolled half way over so she could see his eyes. "What does that mean Fergal, that you won't stray from me, please I know better especially if I don't let you fuck me right away, you're a man with needs still in his prime." Haven said. "Ya keep talkin and ya'll break yer own heart lass, now stop." Finn said firmly but gently. She gazed at him longingly.

"It's already broken please just go, last night will always be special and I won't tell anyone." Haven said. "Tell the world lass I don't give a fuck, I was comforting a friend." Finn said. She stopped breathing and he closed his eyes licking his lips. He knew he just screwed up royally. "Lass tat's not what I meant, yer more tan a friend ta me." Finn said. "Go before you do something you'll regret Finn." Haven said. He cupped her cheek keeping her eyes on his. "Say my name Scabell" Finn demanded. He thumbed away her tears as they ran down her cheeks.

"Fergal." Haven said. "I'm not Finn, or Balor, or Prince right now, I'm Fergal and I'm wit ya Scabell." Finn said. He kissed her forehead then down the center of her face. She shivered and rubbed his arms as he moved over her. "Who are you?" Finn whispered. He kissed the tip of her nose. She smiled and held his biceps. "Scabell." Haven said. "Who did I hold last night?" Finn asked kissing the corners of her mouth. She smiled more and giggled. "Scabell." Haven said. "Who am I about to kiss?" Finn asked. She licked her lips and he smirked.

"Fergal." Haven breathed. "No tat's me try again cherry blossom." Finn said. She pulled away and got up running her hands through her hair. He went to her and she looked up. "Don't call me that Fergal, he called me that, and as much as I love it, and god the way you said it made me feel special again." Haven babbled. "It's because of how rosie yer cheeks are naturally, when ya blush it's beautiful." Finn said cupping her cheeks. "Say it again Fergal." Haven said. "I want ta be wit ya cherry blossom." Finn said.

She ran her hands over his. "Scabell you're about to kiss Scabell." Haven said. He brought her close and lowered his head smiling. She wrapped her arms around him and he kissed her softly. His lips glided over hers softly but firmly as he ran his hand into her hair. She ran her hands over him ending in his hair as her back connected to the wall she gasped. That was what he was waiting for the opportunity he needed to slip inside her mouth and lick her tongue coaxing it out. She shivered and moaned into the kiss.

He pulled back and she blushed hard. It went down her throat and disappeared behind her shirt but he followed it back as it reached her ears. "Tey're pointed." Finn said. "Ye...yes slightly no one's ever really noticed." Haven said blushing more. She pulled her hair around her ears as she moved away. He pulled her back into his arms and nuzzled her ear. "Fergal stop that tickles." Haven giggled. "Where are ya goin?" Finn whispered. "Just to lay on my bed your kinda making me lightheaded." Haven whispered.

"It's from our kiss and yer concussion." Finn said softly. "I know baby." Haven said and rubbed his arms. "Was it good?" Finn asked. "If that's how you'll always kiss me then yes." Haven said. He chuckled and kissed behind her ear. "If I always kiss ya like tat ten tings will happen faster tan ya want tem to." Finn whispered. "I've never been so happy and so calm." Haven whispered. "I'm happy too." Finn said. She turned and kissed him softly. "Would you stay?" Haven asked. "Yes lass I'll stay, just give me time ta go out wit my boys." Finn said.

"Take as long as you want baby I'm going to go get my dress anyway." Haven said. "For what lass?" Finn asked. "The hall of fame ceremony." Haven said. "Ya and yer girls?" Finn asked. "No, I was going alone." Haven said. "Please don't lass, if not me ten go wit Sasha or Bayley just not alone." Finn pleaded. "Fergal are you worried about me?" Haven asked. "Even wit a minor concussion ya could black out or get dizzy." Finn said. She rubbed his neck and back. "If you think it's best then I'll ask if they wanna tag along." Haven said.

"It would make me very happy and would take a lot off my mind." Finn said. She was happy to stay like they were for the rest of her life. "Hey girl you up?" Paige asked. "Yeah I'm up and I'm not alone." Haven called back. Paige walked in and the rest of the girls behind her stopped dead in their tracks. "Holy shit." Sasha said. "What?" Haven asked. "Are you two are a couple?" Bayley asked. "We haven't been on a date." Haven said. "Did he stay with you last night?" Paige asked. "No." Haven said. "Why is he here then?" Alexa asked.

"I don't remember having to explain myself to you." Haven snapped. "I'm here because she wanted ta let me know she was ok." Finn said. "Why are you two all close and shit?" Alexa asked. Finn looked at her and she laughed. "Up ta you." Haven said softly. "Say the words mo mhuirnín." Finn whispered. "Make her wish she was me." Haven whispered. He moved her hair and kissed her long and slow. She held him tightly and sighed when he pulled back. "That was wonderful." Haven whispered to his lips.

He held her close. "I'll leave ya ta get yer dress, after all I need my date ta look stunnin." Finn said. "What's it mean Fergal?" Haven asked. "Tell ya later." Finn said. She watched them move so he could leave and she bit her lip running after him. "Wait a second." Haven called. He turned and pulled her into his arms. "What is it?" Finn asked. "I said no because I know how private you are Fergal." Haven said. "I like her being envious of you Scabell, i like it so much I'd love ta kiss ya again because she's watchin." Finn said.

"Well hello Balor nice to meet you." Haven smirked. He nipped her lip and she shivered. "Maybe we should give tem a show." Finn said. "As enjoyable as that would be baby I don't want to." Haven said. She kissed his cheek and turned. He spun her around and cupped her cheek. "Tat's very considerate Scabell, but it's time someone envied you." Finn said. "That's not how I work baby." Haven said. "I know." Finn said. He kissed her tenderly as he held the back of her head. "Don't stop kissing me Fergal." Haven said.

"I have ta right now but I'll be back." Finn said laying his forehead to hers. "I'll be waiting baby." Haven said. He walked off and she turned to face them smiling. "No way." Alexa said. "Aww well you're allowed to be delusional sweetie." Haven said and laughed as the rest hugged her. "You and him aren't a good couple." Alexa said. "They're perfect." Sasha said. "We're happy at least." Haven said. "Did he stay with you?" Bayley asked. "Yeah he told them he was my boyfriend." Haven said. They hugged her again and she smiled bigger.

"He wants you guys to come with me to get my dress." Haven said. "That's why we're here, it's not a good thing for you to be alone right now." Paige said. "I know, he said the same it's kinda nice." Haven said. They all laughed and went to get her dress. "What do you mean it's been sold, I paid for it over a month ago." Haven said. "I'm so sorry miss." She said. Haven walked out and sat on a bench. "They sold it and it was perfect, it was my style it took forever to find." Haven fumed as she stood up pacing.

"Hey, relax we'll think of something." Bayley said. "How hard can it be to find a black dress?" Alexa laughed. "It wasn't black." Bayley said. "Relax or you'll give yourself a headache." Sasha said. "I know." Haven said. "Scabell." Bayley said. She looked at her and sat down beside her. "I'm ok Bay." Haven said. "Let's go get lunch and go to the show." Paige said. "Ok." Haven said. They ate and went to the arena. "Hey you ok?" Roman asked. "Yeah I'm fine just a little concussion is all I'll be ready for raw come next week." Haven said.

"Ya know the doctor said two weeks." Finn said. She turned and laughed. "Yeah but I'm not going to sit out two weeks." Haven said. "Better tan months." Finn said. "Yeah you're right, when I'm cleared I'll be back." Haven said. He hugged her tightly. "Are you ok?" Finn asked. "Just pissed off baby." Haven said. He looked at her and she rubbed his arms. "Hold up, are you two a couple?" Roman asked. "They are." Sasha said. Finn grinned and she blushed. "Don't spread it ok guys." Haven said. "I won't I promise." Roman said.

"Thank you." Haven said. They walked off and ran into Renee. Haven dropped his hand and he looked at her. "I'm not going to tell on you two." Renee said. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Haven said. "Ok." Renee said. Haven looked at Finn and he walked off. "Wait a second don't get upset." Haven said grabbing his hand. "Ya seem ta tink I want us ta be in the dark." Finn said. She pulled him close and framed his face. "I do." Haven said. "What?" Finn asked. "It's the first day Finn, I just didn't want everyone to know." Haven said.

He kissed her long and slow bringing her close. She held him and tears ran down her cheeks. "Maybe you and I shouldn't be together Finn." Haven whispered. "Why not?" Finn asked. "Because you're, you and I'm not up to your level." Haven said. "Which level and be honest." Finn said. "She was more beautiful than I could ever hope to be, Finn." Haven said and walked away. He ran after her and pulled her into a room. "What's wrong mhuirnín, ya can talk ta me ya know that." Finn said. She looked into his eyes.

"What's that mean?" Haven asked. He brushed away her tears. "It means darling." Finn said. He blushed a little and she shivered. "Fergal, I don't want her to find out I feel like you've down graded to me, she's so pretty and so popular and I'm me." Haven said. He kissed her forehead and she licked her lips. "Yer beautiful ya know tat Scabell, I don't care if she knows I don't care if the whole locker room knows." Finn said. "I don't understand you're such a person." Haven said confused. "Yeah well maybe your special." Finn said looking down but away from her.

She laughed and his head snapped up. "I'm the one with the concussion Finn but you're delusional, I'm not special hell I'm not even normal, do yourself a favor and stay away from me." Haven said. She turned and he grabbed her arm spinning her around. He forced her into a wall. His eyes were saphiare and she trembled from his touch. "What tat fool did will be erased by me, I will show ya what it means ta be loved properly." Finn vowed. She hadn't looked away from his gaze it was like she was in a trance. "Fergal." Haven breathed.

"Scabell." Finn said softly. He looked at his hand and let her go as he walked away. She went to him and rubbed his arms. "Hey it's ok, I'm sorry I upset you, good luck tonight Finn and don't worry you don't have to come by I've got Paige." Haven said. She kissed his shoulder and walked out. "Hey, what's wrong?" Renee asked. "Nothing, I'm just glad he came to his senses is all." Haven said. "About what?" Renee asked. "Me, us ." Haven scoffed and smiled weakly. "I don't understand you two looked so good and so happy." Renee said.

"The truth is that he should be with someone like you, next to you and the others I'm the plain Jane or the ugly duckling that stayed ugly." Haven said. "Oh god he didn't say that." Renee said horrified. "No, I said that see ya later." Haven said and walked off. Renee looked at him coming out. "Fergal, I'm so sorry." Renee said. "So am I Renee." Finn said. "Can I do anything?" Renee asked. "Keep her away from Haven please." Finn said. "I don't understand." Renee said. "Haven's comparin herself ta her, and in her eyes she loses." Finn said.

Renee shook her head and sighed. "I'll keep her away." Renee said. "Thank you." Finn said and walked away. Haven stood in the back and watched the show. It was nice to have free time to be with her friends. She was glad the Monday before the rumble she was able to come back. Finn hadn't talked to her since the Tuesday show after she got hurt. The rumble had been amazing. The night he fought Cena and lost, he ended up at her and Paige's room. She couldn't help but think maybe he wasn't mad at her anymore.

"Fergal she's not doing well I think she's got the flu." Paige said. He went to her bed and sat on his knees. "Hey Iron man." Haven coughed. "I came ta talk ta ya lass I can't stand it anymore." Finn said. "It's ok to be pissed at me Fergal I'm still mad at myself." Haven said. He felt her cheeks and and picked her up. "Where are you taking her?" Paige asked. "Ta the hospital." Finn said. He sat with her in his lap in the back of a cab. "You're so warm and smell so good Fergal." Haven whispered. He kissed her forehead.

"Close yer eyes mhuirnín." Finn whispered. "I feel so safe with you." Haven murmured. He got out with her and she held onto him. They gave her fluids and told her to rest as much as possible. That she didn't have the flu just a cold and she was dehydrated. She walked out with him and he pulled her close. "Now tat I know it's a cold." Finn said. She gripped his jacket and smiled. "You could get sick." Haven said. He kissed her long and slow holding her head in his hands. "I'll risk it." Finn said. She sighed and gripped his jacket harder.

"I don't want you sick Fergal." Haven said. "Ten ya could take care of me and give me kisses." Finn said. She kissed his forehead softly. "I'd love to take care of you but no." Haven giggled. "You know what I'd love?" Finn asked. "What?" Haven asked. "You and I ta be together." Finn said. "I'd love that too." Haven said. "Will ya stay wit me tis time?" Finn teased. "I was freaked out, I wasn't in a good head space Fergal, I'm so sorry I hurt you." Haven said. He cupped her cheek. "The concussion made ya sad, I'm sorry ya went trough tat alone mhuirnín." Finn said.

"I love that, it sounds so much better in Gaelic." Haven said. "So many tings do a ghrá trust me." Finn said. She blushed and rubbed his chest. "Does that mean something special?" Haven asked. He smirked and kissed her forehead. "Maybe." Finn said. She hugged him and sighed as he hugged her tightly. "Stay wit me." Finn whispered as he stroked her hair. She felt him shaking. "Let's get you to bed you're still not at full power from last night and tonight." Haven said. "Can I stay wit ya?" Finn asked softly. She kissed his heart and looked up.

"Of course, come on I'll give you a massage." Haven said. They went back to her and Paige's room. "You want me to split?" Paige asked. "No you can stay." Haven said. Finn pulled his shirt off and then his jeans. "You should really go get your bag that way you can shower after I give you a massage." Haven said. "Ooo you're in for a treat girlie has amazing hands." Paige said. "Should I be worried or aroused at tat?" Finn asked. Haven hugged Paige. "She's my friend Fergal, if I can help with a massage I do." Haven said.

She went to him kissing his cheek. "Go and I'll set up my stuff." Haven said. "Ok." Finn said and dressed leaving. "You two are adorable ya know it's really sweet." Paige said. "He's a doll." Haven said. She put out her candles and oils on her side of the nightstand. "You can use it all it's ok." Paige said. She put more out and Paige grabbed her bag. "Where are you going?" Haven asked. "Nat said I could crash with her so you two could be alone." Paige said. "Paige, nothing's going to happen." Haven said. "I really hope you're wrong." Paige said.

"It's not like that right now." Haven said. "You're insane he's in love with you, everyone but you sees that." Paige said. "He is not." Haven said. "He is so." Finn said. She turned and looked at him forgetting she'd given him her key card. Finn shut the door and dropped his bag on the floor. "You can't be, we haven't even been on a date let alone anything else." Haven said. "Truth is lass, I've been in love wit ya since I was hurt." Finn said. "You were with her." Haven said. "At the end of it noting was lost on my part, well almost noting." Finn said.

Paige left and he brushed her hair back behind her ear. "Ya remind me of fae." Finn said. "What kind?" Haven asked. "A cute little pixy." Finn said. She laughed and shook her head. "I'm not a pixy, I'm human." Haven said. He kissed her neck softly and she gripped his shirt. "Somehow I don't tink so." Finn whispered. She closed her eyes as he nuzzled her neck. "Bite me." Haven breathed. "What?" Finn asked. "Bite me." Haven said. He kissed her neck and she gave up. He smirked against her neck and bit hard.

Her hands flew to his hair as he picked her up. She wrapped around him effortlessly as he laid her down. He kissed her neck and nuzzled behind her ear. "How long?" Finn asked. "How long what?" Haven asked. "How long have ya had a crush on me?" Finn asked. "A while." Haven said. He kissed the side of her neck and she sighed as she gripped his arms. "Don't stop." Haven whispered. He looked at her and she smiled. "I'm not like tat." Finn said. She giggled and kissed him softly. "I'm glad you're sweet." Haven said.

He laid down and pulled her close. "And yer mine now, Scabell." Finn whispered against her neck. "Yes Fergal, and you're mine." Haven whispered. He kissed her passionately. She gripped his shirt as her back arched. His hands went to her hair. He loved her long black hair. It hit him and he pulled back. Her breath came out in little pants. "Ya dyed it." Finn panted. "Yes, I needed a change." Haven said. "Yer so fuckin beautiful, Scabell, my Scabell! Finn said. "You're so handsome Fergal, my Fergal." Haven said. They laid in bed kissing and cuddling.

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Firsts

Summary: Sweet Pea/Reader- You never forget your first after all

You can barely hear through all the cheering, Sweet Pea leaning on Tall Boy, laughing despite the trickle of blood into one of his eyes. He laughs beaming at you, teeth gleaming in the night. He saunters over to you, still beaming despite the blood from the various gashes and split lip he has.

“Want help getting cleaned up?” he nods and you go with him to his trailer. You try your best not to get caught staring as he pulls his shirt off and shimmies out of his jeans. “You ready to get your Serpent tattoo tomorrow?” He nods as you crouch down to pull the first aid kit from under his bed; you turn around swiveling on your knees. Sweet pea swallows as he sits on his bed. You toss the kit into his hands before bracing yourself on his thighs to push yourself from the floor. “Sweet? You okay? Not gonna die from blood loss are you?” He laughs it edges on nervous, your hand brushes the star you tattooed on his leg, you’re standing between them as you open the first aid kit. “Come on you already know what it feels like, can’t scare you thank much.” You stick your tongue out at him as you pull out the antiseptic.

“Now this, this is going to sting.” You laugh as he whines; you ignore his hisses in pain as you wipe and clean the small gashes the other Serpent’s fists and weapons left. You find your other hand wandering to the star, stealing glances at it. “Admiring your work then?” You jump a little nodding. Not admiring you at all, just the tattoo; you think. “Do you remember?” His voice is soft and you nod. “Course. You were so distraught when Toni came in with a ‘real tattoo’ the rose she had gotten on her leg. You demanded she give you one and she refused because you couldn’t pay her.” You laugh. Sweet Pea smiles, arm wrapping around you.

“And you said you’d do it for free, I had no clue you even knew how to tattoo. It took me days to figure out what I wanted, I was so worried I’d choose something and you’d reject it for being too complicated.” You snort but nod with him. “I mean just cause I knew how to do it doesn’t mean anything, I was worried you wouldn’t like it.” Sweet Pea rolls his eyes fingers brushing the star. “I love it. It’s my favourite.” “Until you get your snake tomorrow.” He shakes his head smiling. “Yours will always be my favourite, it was my first after all. First’s are always the best.” You arch an eyebrow. “You’re just saying that cause I’m fixing you up.” He shakes his head holding up his hand.

“No I’m serious, firsts are always the best, first tattoo, first kiss, you know how it is, you always remember your first kiss.” He laughs and you shake your head. “You really don’t remember your first kiss?” “I’ve never had one.” His smile falters and he almost frowns at you. “You’ve never been kissed? Seriously? You?” You shrug off the hand he places on your shoulder. “Yes seriously, nobody wants to kiss me anyways.” “I do.” Sweet Pea’s face pinks.” I mean; I’ll kiss you, if you want. To experience it.” You laugh a little nodding. “I’d like that.” You smile at him and he nods.

“Okay just uh, sit here..” He trails of looking at the bed, before you roll your eyes sitting on his legs instead. “I can sit here? Its easier.” He nods swallowing. “Okay now, close your eyes.” You laugh nodding as you close them. “Okay you ready?” “Yes, please kiss me Sweet Pea.” You blink at him. “No close your eyes Y/N.” You’re about to laugh but his lips press against yours, you can’t help the warmth you feel or how you lean forward slightly. You can feel his arm wrapping around you and you shift forward even further, you feel his hand shifting, moving you slightly and you sigh, disappointed when he pulls back. He grins at you and you smile back. “So?”

“Not going to forget that anytime soon.” You know you’re blushing, you try to look away to hide it and as you busy putting away the first aid supplies you catch a faint ‘me either’ from under Sweet Pea’s breath. You swallow the thought he didn’t enjoy it and find relief that you weren’t his first; he still had whatever good memory that was. “I should get home.” You nod to him as he puts a smile on. “Yeah getting pretty late, you’ll be okay walking to yours?” You nod smiling at him. “I think I can manage the long walk home.” “Text me when you get home safe.” He nods as he walks you towards the door; you smile stepping from his trailer and walking across to your family’s. You open the door and wave back to him. He pouts and you tilt your head confused. He waves his phone in front of his face and mimes texting.

“In a sec.” You snort pulling your phone out, before retreating into your trailer. You say goodnight to your dad before retreating to your room, debating whether you should shower. You decide it’s early enough and once you step out you frown at the four missed texts from Sweet Pea. You’re about to respond when he calls. “Sweet Pea I’m-“ “You’re home safe?” He’s trying not to laugh and you smile at how happy he sounds. “Yes I’m safe, I just got out of the shower, sorry for not responding.” “Oh, yeah it’s fine, can’t respond from in the water.” He laughs once again sounding nervous. “Good luck tomorrow with your tattoo by the way.” “Actually, Y/N, about that.. Can you, would you come with me?” He sighs. You can’t help but smile.

“I’d love to Sweet Pea, you’re going after school yeah?” “Yeah, we can meet outside by the flag pole. Get some rest I have a big day tomorrow, need you in tip top shape to watch me be a badass.” You laugh hanging up and finishing getting ready for bed.

You walk with Sweet Pea and Fangs, both you and Fangs pestering him to give up where he’s getting his tattoo. He doesn’t say, just smiling and saying how you won’t be able to miss it. Fangs insists it’s going to be on his forehead cause he’s a dumbass, and Toni bets five bucks on his cheek. Fangs agrees with her and Sweet Pea rolls his eyes.

You’re trying to pay attention in class, but the thought of kissing Sweet Pea last night makes it impossible to care that your teachers are talking about test reviews for the finals in two weeks. You shake your head of the thoughts about kissing him more. Trying to avoid thinking about what going even further would be like. By the time lunch rolls around you resign yourself to having a crush on Sweet pea, but you bury it for now. No sense in making things awkward. You manage to make it through lunch, mostly thanks to Toni and Fangs getting the others onto the betting pool. Fangs changes his bet to a tramp stamp and Sweet Pea falls of his seat laughing.

The rest of your classes fly by and before you know it you’re standing by the flagpole as Sweet Pea dodges shouts from Toni about movie night. “Rain check!” he shouts back and you furrow your brow. “You never miss movie night with Toni.” “Yeah but I don’t want her seeing my tat earlier, I want her to see it on Monday, like everyone else. Besides you of course.” He winks and you follow him to the White Wyrm.

You must look nervous cause he grabs your hand as he walks in, looking for FP Jones, the Serpent King, Toni said he was the one who would do most of the serpent’s tattoos or he would supervise whoever was doing it. “Aw you brought your girl with you, cute.” FP smirks and Sweet Pea just laughs, not correcting him. You try not to build up hope with the thought Sweet Pea wanted you to be his girl, rationalizing that he was probably too nervous to say anything.

“Now, where am I inking?” Sweet Pea smirks and straightens himself out. “Neck.” You watch, shocked, as FP’s eyebrows jerk up. “You know how hard that’ll be to cover right kid?” “Why would I want to cover it?” FP sighs shaking his head. “You gotta learn that one on your own, now, Y/N, if you wouldn’t mind sitting on this side, there we go, you can hold his hand and you wont get in my way.” He positions you on the stool opposite him and you watch as he sketches out the design. You find yourself staring at Sweet Pea’s throat, at how he swallows, his hand rubbing circles over yours.

‘Shouldn’t I be comforting you? You’re about to get a needle in your-“ “Don’t say..” “Dick.” FP interjects and you snort shaking with laughter. Sweet Pea’s face goes pale. “See, now your neck doesn’t seem so bad.” FP responds and you smile at Sweet Pea. “Aw come on Sweets, at least it’s not your dick, wouldn’t want that out for the entire Wyrm to see would you.” His face goes from pale to almost bright red and FP smacks his shoulder scolding him about moving. You try to avoid thinking about his dick and instead focus on FP’s currents progress; half of the outline is done. “Stop moving.” He stills his face still pink; you lean over into his eye level and smile.

“Does it hurt as much as the one I gave you?” He chuckles a little. “Not half as much, you really drove it in deep.” “In my defense I didn’t want it fading!” FP smirks and continues, switching needles. “So after this you’ll be an official Serpent. You ready kid?” “Course.” “How’d you find the trials anyways?” “Easy, Y/N could do them in her sleep.” “Girls go through different trials anyways.” FP shrugs and you perk up. “What are they?” FP shakes his head. “Oh no, I’m not being responsible for you joining the Serpents. That’s up to Sweet Pea.” He shrugs, focusing back on his work and keeps quiet. Sweet Pea does the same, only occasionally swallowing or wincing as FP finishes the outline.

“You want colour? Either way we’ll take a break for a few minutes, you look like you’re about to scream.” He smirks. “I think that’s the quietest I’ve ever seen him be.” You comment and Sweet pea snorts. “I’ve been quiet longer than that before, remember that final exam, I was quiet for two whole hours.” Sweet Pea decides he wants the colour, for he full experience, and settles back into the chair as FP pulls the ink out.

It only takes him another two hours to finish the colour, he returns to black adding details and thickening bits of the outline, before he covers it with a bandage. “No water on it. No scratching. You can take that off on Monday if you want. Other than that; get out. Minors aren’t allowed in the bar.” He smirks and you let Sweet Pea pull you back to his trailer.

You suck in a breath breathing out through your nose before you reach forward, you move slowly, inching your hand, your fingers brushing along the edge of the knife, as you grab it you can hear the rattle, gripping the blade instead of the handle in a second of panic. You ram the handle towards the snake as you jerk the knife out. “Fuck.” You stare at the cut on your palm. Toni and Sweet Pea cheer, Fangs looks slightly pale at the amount of blood, but FP just shoves bandages into your good hand. “Toni fix her up, she just has the last trial.” Everyone seems impressed at the mistake you made, Toni pulls you back behind the bar, sitting you down as she cleans your hand. “Any thought to where you’re going to put your tattoo then?” You nod letting her wrap your hand. You flex your fingers wincing at the tug you feel but shrugging it off.

“Just the dance yeah?” She nods. “You’ll be doing it in front of the other women, FP hates the idea of the adults seeing us like that, one of the decent rules he made.” You relax only a little you know each of the Serpent’s that will be watching had done the dance, they know the steps, the movements by heart and you know they won’t go easy on you. Toni holds her hand out to help you onto the stage and you once again breathe out through your nose, grateful there’s not another knife as the music starts up.

You watch one of the older Serpent’s leave as the song ends; you stand nervously picking at the bandage waiting for her to return. She steps half into the room, nodding and Toni cheers pulling you into a hug, whooping as she drags you towards the door. You’re not even fully out the door before someone is shoving a Serpent jacket into your hands. The leather is soft, a shade lighter than black, well worn, well loved you think, you pull it on, zipping it up and smiling as your family steps around you, cheering deafening you.

“So, how’re you going to outdo my neck tat?” Sweet Pea winks, Fangs rolls his eyes. “She’ll get a tramp stamp, ten bucks on it.” Fangs smirks and Toni rolls her eyes. “Twenty on her shoulder blades or neck area.” She counters. “Fifteen on her chest or stomach area.” Toni squints at Joaquin. “You can’t lower the bet you dumbass.” He shakes his head. “I’m not lowering it, just putting in what I think it’s worth. Welcome to the family kid.” He pats your shoulder and Toni smacks the back of his head. “You’re the same age as her.” “Not in serpent years.” He winks as he wanders through the crowd.

You find FP relatively easy; he’s hovering by the door, as you get ready to leave. “You pick out a spot?” You nod and tense awkwardly as he pulls you in for a one armed hug. “Glad to finally have Sweet Pea’s girl with us, he doesn’t shut up about you.” You shake your head. “We’re not, I’m not his girl.” FP looks unimpressed. “The way he talks about you I could’ve sworn you two were together. Anyways, meet me here after school then?” You not Toni grabbing your collar dragging you towards Sunnyside.

You flag Sweet Pea down who looks confused when you gesture with your hand. “Come on, I don’t want to be late.” “I’m coming with you?” You nod at his question. “Of course, I sat with you, only fair you repay the favor.” You smile tugging on his hand as you rush towards the Wyrm. FP doesn’t look up when you enter only gesturing to the seat and nodding to the spare chair he set up. “Where? Colour?” You sit on the chair swinging your leg up, pointing to your inner thigh. “Here, and just black please.” FP nod setting out everything as he sketches the outline.

“Sweet Pea, does this look straight?” He gestures with his hand and Sweet Pea leans over, almost glaring at the snake. “Yeah it’s straight.” He speaks too quickly pulling back to hold your hand once more. FP shares a look with him. Before smiling and holding up a needle. “Ready?” He doesn’t wait for a response before starting to ink over the outline he drew.

“You’re not walking weirdly.” Sweet Pea comments after an almost silent walk from the Wyrm back to your house. “Should I be?” “Well yeah, like you just got part of your leg pretty much stabbed, I’d assume you’d be walking like you’d had sex.” You snort. “Sweet Pea girls don’t actually- Wait-“ You turn your head when his face pinks. “Did you actually think that’s how-“ You don’t finish your sentence dissolving into laughter shaking your head. “Sweet Pea, what kind of sex are you having that-“ “Shut it. It was a joke.” He crosses his arms; he’s defensive as you let him into your trailer. “Home!” You shout out noting your dad is out for now, probably still working.

You turn back to Sweet Pea. “I’m serious, what kind of- Oh.” Your eyes widen as the blush on his face darkens. “Sweet Pea you’re a virgin still?” He shrugs his shoulder and you lounge on your couch, he shoves you up, sitting down as you lean your shoulders into his lap, your head resting on the arm of the couch as you turn to look up at him. “I’ve done stuff, so I’m not a virgin. Just.” He shrugs again and you smirk. “Never gone all the way then.” He nods, the blush returning but his face softening from the defensive scowl he put on. “I want it to mean something, with someone I actually to be with. I know it’s not that big a deal, but to me it is. Makes me feel old fashioned sometimes.” You curl your fingers around his arm squeezing it in comfort. “No it’s totally okay, it’s really sweet. I mean you said it before, you never forget your first.” He smiles nodding. “You forget your first?” You shake your head. “Once again, I haven’t had my first.” Sweet Pea’s eyebrows shoot up and he smirks.

“Well I can help.” He winks and you shake your head. “You just said you wanted it to be with someone you want.” “I know. I can help, if you want?” You furrow your brown looking him in the eye. “You want to be with me?” Sweet Pea smiles chewing his lip. “Since we kissed, couldn’t get you off of my mind, not that I want to either way.” He leans forward. “Close your eyes Y/N, just like the first time.”

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Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people. I was tagged by @dyannehs​

LAST:

1. Drink: Water 2. Phone call: Myself. Because I lost my cell phone. Outside of that, my mom! 3. Text message: One of my awesomeful friends of awesomeness who I’ve nicknamed Hux (she’s the Hux to my Kylo!) 4. Song you listen to: A nerdy composition project I’m working on. *grins* It’s a secret ’cause I’m gonna share online when I’m done! 5. Time you cried: Actual-actual cry? Don’t remember. Tears in the eyes? Maybe like two days ago? Yay for being broke.

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: Yes, I have dated the same person twice, and both experiences were quite wonderful indeed! And I’d probably date her a third time if life came around to it - both times we broke up came from us being too timid to do basic communication about relationship goals. We’re still really good friends rn - honestly either as friends or as dates, I’m happy either way! 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Yes 8. Been cheated on: Not in the sex way, but my first relationship ended because my current gf was hitting blatantly on someone in front of my face, and while we were talking about maybe doing a poly thing, this hitting-on-someone-else was in the venue of putting aside and ignoring me, and that wasn’t okay.  9. Lost someone special: Yes. 10. Been depressed: Oh shit I forgot my depression meds again... *runs to take them* Umm. Yes. The answer’s yes. High-functioning depression, here I am, prime example. Yayyyy [sarcasm] 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: I don’t drink alcohol so nope.

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 

12. Silver 13. Chocolate brown 14. Black

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: Aye! 16. Fallen out of love: Not really? I mean I don’t know how to explain it. 17. Laughed until you cried: Thanks to Lance and Kaltenecker, yes. 18. Found out someone was talking about you: I guess my coworkers thought I was quitting instead of just reducing my hours, so I had to fix that rumor chain straight. 20. Found out who your friends are: I think that’s always an ongoing thing in life. This year, I’d say that I’ve had reaffirmations that the people I care about care about me, so that’s really awesome. It’s wonderful to know that people are thinking of me. And I’m thinking of you, friends! 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Yep!

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: About 99% of them. It’s very rare for me to add an internet friend to my FB contacts. 23. Do you have any pets: No. My apartment only allows cats and dogs, and I want guinea pigs again. ;_; 24. Do you want to change your name: I’m proud of my name and have used it as a source of inspiration (it means “pure”). That said, in the last few years, I feel increasingly distanced from my name and honestly think of myself far more as being named “Haddock.” Haddock is my name, my birth name is second. Still a good name, but I’m a Haddock. 25. What did you do for your last birthday: On the day itself: relaxed, bought myself froyo, Skyped family, chilled, was awesome. The general-ish week of my birthday: had a dinner with family, stayed up and binged all of VLD S4 the night it came out, hung out with a friend and also binged VLD. Basically, a lot of VLD. 26. What time do you wake up: The number fluctuates quite wildly day-per-day because “sleep schedule” is a myth. Today, I got up at 11 AM. 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Answering asks on tumblr and PMing/texting a few good friends. 28. Name something you can’t wait for: Having enough money to live comfortably and not stress every time rent week comes around. 29. When was the last time you saw your mom?: A few days ago, Friday. 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: Oh where do I fucking start... Well. The biggest thing is I’d do is go back in time and prevent a terrifyingly bad argument/falling out with my ex/ex best friend that happened in 2011-2012, not because I want to still be friends with this person (I don’t anymore), but because the experience was very... traumatic... to both of us and I’d love us not to live with those mental scars. I’m still getting over those scars and it sucks. 31. What are you listening to right now: The composition I’m working on. 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yeah. Don’t know anyone well named Tom, though. One of my coworkers is a Tommy if that counts? 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: There’s one wonderful friend of mine who’s going through a really challenging time. I want to help them so badly, but they’ve been closed off and hermitting themselves to the point I think it’s harmful for them, it’s hard to contact them to help them, and they live too far away for me to check on them in person easily. I want to do anything to see them in person to help, or to talk to them, or anything... sitting in silence makes me very worried because this wonderful human soul deserves all the love and support they can get for what they’re going through. 34. Most visited website: Tumblr, Facebook, Netflix, Google. 35. Mole/s: I have two bumps on my forehead, one to either side. I jokingly call them horns, but they’re not evenly lined up, and the one on my left is much larger than the one on my right. 36. Mark/s: Bellybutton scar from a second degree burning incident, lots of scars on my hands right now from falling on concrete two months back, lots of scars on my wrists from a whole bunch of whatnot (I even have one from my sophomore year of high school when a school binder scraped me?), oh. And I have basically leopard-speckled shoulders from countless acne/pimple scars. For unnatural marks... three tats! Plans to get at least two more. 37. Childhood dream: To be a published, bestselling author or a college prof. 38. Hair color: Currently dark brown with bleached bangs and a strip on the right side. Natural hair color is what I call “dusty brown” and some people would call dirty blonde; it’s in that random in-between blonde and brown where the top is blonde-ish and the bottom is rather brown. 39. Long or short hair: I have the conundrum of enjoying my hair either really long or really short. I’m in the process of regrowing it to the long stage. It’s sort of at the bottom-of-the-shoulder-blades/boob length now. Goal is to go back to waist length. 40. Do you have a crush on someone: Does Takashi Shirogane count? 41. What do you like about yourself: Honestly, quite a lot? XD I’m very thankful to be a nerd who is apt to learn anything from sciences to arts and music and sports. I’m thankful to be a musician, a composer, a creative writer, an animation junkie, an analytical and logical mind, a complete and utter NERD beyond belief who lives in nerd culture. I love my appearance, I love my facial hair, I love my eyebrows and face shape, I love my body shape, I love that I’m left-handed, I love that I’m not conventionally pretty. I love being a Christian. I love being aroace. I mean when I’m not in a depressive, self-deprecating mode, I really am proud and thankful to be who I am all across the board; there’s very little that I dislike about myself. Mostly what I dislike is my current life situation of not being anywhere career-wise. Everything else, pretty happy. :) 42. Piercings: Two on each earlobe and one halfway up the cartilage. Dammit and I wanted like a dozen piercings by this type in my life. Get me a more stable paycheck and we’re fixing this! 43. Blood type: O+. Most common blood type, woot? 44. Nicknames?: I’ve had a terrifying slew of nicknames over the years. Currently, the most common ones are Haddock, King, (Kylo) Ren, Spock, and Toast. 45. Relationship status: Single in my chill natural habitat. 46. Zodiac: I am so bitter about my Zodiac sign I refuse to say it even though it’s not too hard to figure out what it is given other answers to this meme. 47. Pronouns: He/his/him, though honestly I really don’t care too much what people toss at me. 48. Favorite TV Show: Voltron: Legendary Defender. 50. Right or left hand: LEFT-HANDED WOOOOOOOO LEFT LEFT LEFT LEFT LEFT LEFT LEFT LEFT LEFT LEFTY PRIDE YOOOO! 51. Surgery: When I was nine I had four baby teeth and then the four adult teeth under them removed. Basically, a wisdom tooth like surgery but younger and with different teeth. 52. Hair dyed in different color: FUCK YEAH! I was getting really bored of my natural hair color but was keeping it natural for the purpose of looking professional (job searches). I’d been wanting to reinstate some purple and black again, but with my current job only allowing “natural” hair colors, I decided I couldn’t go that route. Instead I bleached the front and dyed the rest dark brown in a sort of inspiration from Takashi Shirogane. 53. Sport: I played soccer all growing up, so much fun. Love jogging. Sports are great, miss having the opportunity to do team stuff. Also really enjoy watching professional gymnastics, soccer, American football, and especially tennis. 55. Vacation: I want to see so many locations oh my fuck. My “to go to” list includes Bhutan, Nepal, China/Tibet, Mongolia, Cambodia (again... come on I miss it!), Thailand, Laos, Vietnam, Japan, United Arab Emirates, United Kingdom (England & Scotland), Norway, Canada, Peru, Mexico, South Korea, India, Myanmar, Austria, Germany, Iceland... um. Yeah. You. Get the picture. I NEED TO TRAVEL, YO! 56. Pair of trainers: Uh they’re like really raggedy and old and stuff

MORE GENERAL: 

57. Eating: I’m snacking on M&Ms again, like always. 58. Drinking: Water, though methinks I shall make some homemade ginger tea. 59. I’m about to: Probably go shower. It’s 3 PM and I still am in my pajamas. 62. Want: To fucking write and do NaNo and yet life’s been busy and I haven’t had the time for a word but I HAVE SO MANY VLD FANFICS I WANT TO DO AND AURGHGHGHGHGHGH the goal is to somehow write and finish my universal translator mix-up one this month???? We’ll see! Translators, stay tuned, and thanks again for offering to help! 63. Get married: 97% of me doesn’t want to get married I think? 64. Career: Linguistics consultant of doom. Not sure if this can be a career but if I could, I would enjoy continuing the remote work. To explain: I currently work contract positions with various companies who hire me for short-term projects, in which I use my linguistics expertise to analyze and annotate large sums of data according to certain guidelines. 65. Hugs or kisses: Hugs. I. LOVE. HUGS. SO. MUCH. HUGGGGGMEEEEE! I always look closed off in my body language but I swear the inside of me is always going “Giff me the cuddles and don’t let go.” 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes. Eyes are the most gorgeous thing about humans seriously. 67. Shorter or taller: I prefer to be the short one in all social situations. 68. Older or younger: For friends, I’m chill with whatever age you are. Dating, also chill, though I think I tend to prefer being slightly older just ’cause that’s how most of my relationships have been? But really doesn’t matter. 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Arms. Nice arms are unique for me. I’m pretty happy with lots of different stomach types I see - tummies just are cute! :) 71. Sensitive or loud: A combo is fun but what I look for most in any platonic or anything relationship is someone with a deep heart. I want friends with whom I can confide in anything... so has to be that sensitive side (sensitive-logical if that makes sense is what I like best). 72. Hook up or relationship: I’ve done random PG hookups? But my answer for this is relationship; hookups are only fun for short-term boosts of self-confidence and not being 100% genuine and just being like carefree “whatever” for a night (make sure you both know you’re just doing the hookup night though, please guys, no deception!). Long-term relationships though are glorious like none other for their emotional power. <3 That is pure beauty, caring for someone deeply with lasting loyalty. But of course ya’ll know me... I find nothing more beautiful to cherish than deep platonic care! 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Combo of both!

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a Stranger: Yeppers 75. Drank hard liquor: Nope 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: Yes ugh I have no clue where one of my pairs of glasses are again 77. Turned someone down: Yes 78. Sex on the first date: I’ve had sex never so this is an easy answer 79. Broken someone’s heart: Yes 80. Had your heart broken: Yes 81. Been arrested: No 82. Cried when someone died: Yes 83. Fallen for a friend: Yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84: Yourself: Yes, typically 85. Miracles: Absolutely 86. Love at first sight: I mean I don’t deny it happens. It happens. But I don’t think it’s pragmatic to think that’s what’ll happen to you. 87. Santa Claus: Come on, of course North and the Guardians are kicking Pitch’s butt! 88. Kiss on the first date: Sure, why not

OTHER: 

90. Current best friend name: I don’t have one best friend right now. A few of my current closest friends are named Josh, “Hux”, Keith, JuLee, Rachel, Peter, and Meredith. 91. Eye color: Brown 92. Favorite movie: HOW DO I PICK ONE FAVORITE MOVIE FUCK YOU?? The Prince of Egypt, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, the How to Train Your Dragon movies, Pacific Rim, there, I made a list.

Uhhhhh let’s so who should I tag... if you want to do it... @akkeyroomi @the-mr-eggplant @chiefrosepetal @thefuriousnightfury @insaneskye @fanwriter02 @dragonpride99 @jettara @margarethelstone @shailyesshadow @hubwalker1 @godguy0001 @theravenfliesagain @frosty-viking @jackthevulture @hiccup-is-left-handed @dragonnan @spacekeet @nightfury326 yaknowwhat I am not going to count but we’ll say that’s about 20 XD

[aboyandhisstarship]

yo would you be willing to give us what you had for that AU sounds interesting?

uhh sure...i got about 2000 words into it i think? note it is not done and has been abandoned so errors/the end is it.

well here it is 

Gwen woke up in her motel room in the shitty county…honestly she was a techy, Intelligence and analysis so she figured she would never have to leave the office, but nope Agent Fronds needed someone with her skills in the field and here she was, she poured herself a cup of coffee, before thinking she should probably meet up with Agent fronds…Jasper she corrected herself with a shake of her head as she pushed open her room door.

What happened next was not something she would ever forget; as she swung the door opened a lynched body moved with the motion leading in front of the FBI agent who jumped dropping her coffee. The face was burned and bloody with a black cross tattooed on his forehead…the same Tat they make the new cultists wear, but Gwen recognized the puff of blond hair, and said quietly “Agent Fronds?” before turning around and vomiting hard.

Gwen cleaned herself up before coming to the logical conclusion “if they knew about him…they knew about me.”

She grabbed her gun with shaky hands and a sat phone and made a break for it.

Clearing an hour later:

Gwen sank against a tree still dressed in her pajamas a gun in one hand and a phone in another, she took a deep breath pressing the redial button and a voice answered “director Philips.”

Gwen took a deep breath saying “sir…it’s agent Santos…” and then started to freak out “they killed him! They lynched him! Tortured him, FUCCCCKKKKK”

The director said quickly “slow down Agent…who…are you ok?”

Gwen answered in a half shout “Agent Fronds…oh god they killed him…sir it was brutal…every time I close my eyes.”

Philips sighed “ok Agent stay calm…are you ok?”

Gwen nodded “uhh yes sir…I’m still in my pajamas…they left the body on my door step I grabbed my gun and my phone and bolted.”

Philips nodded “Agent stand by…these guys are well armed…but we can get the National Guard out there and shut them down.”

Gwen yelled “SIR YOU CAN’T!”

Philips asked “why not agent…?”

Gwen sighed “sir…Agent Fronds had my look over some Intel some locals got…it is nothing confirmed…but the cult may have access to nuclear weapons within the region.”

Philips paused before saying “Agent… get somewhere safe…we will be in touch.”

The Director hung up his phone saying “Get me the Pentagon!”

Fort Griffith, Missouri:

David lay in bed in his apartment, he has had a blissful few days off and was enjoying getting full night’s sleep for a change when his phone started to beep, and he rolled over with a grown saying “go for Greenwood,” Into the cursed device.

His CO returned “Davy…an urgent Op just came up…so get to the cave…time is short, so you and your team are being briefed then you are wheels up understood?”

David was already in motion grabbing his go bag “already in motion Sir.”

 Safe house:

Gwen supposed the word House was subjective…it was a spot her and Jasper used to monitor Cult activity…no one knows about it but them, and if the cult did they would have destroyed it already…so she felt mostly safe. She had food, real clothes (Jeans, a shirt and her FBI jacket) and her bosses were getting back to her soon…hopefully with an escape plan.

Then as if on cue her phone beeped and she answered shakily “Agent Santos…”

A Voice answered “Agent Santos…My name is General Casey.”

Gwen blinked “General…”

Casey spoke simply “Agent…help is coming four of our finest will be coming in VIA parachute to assist you and any other assets in the region…this is your Mission so just point them in the right direction.”

Gwen said “Sir…I’m barely a field agent surely there is someone else for this…”

Casey answered “you have your ear to the ground Agent… these men are pro’s trust them…”

Gwen nodded “ok sir…”

Casey finished “by the way no Names Agent…the leader is a red head…call him Nomad.”

And with that Casey hung up as Gwen cruelled into a ball and cried.

  The cave:

The team relaxed it was about 9:00 AM local time so it was like sleeping in for them, Campbell burst into the room and the man shot up as he said “as you were…” Campbell rolled his eyes as he said calmly “sorry to pry you away from whatever it is you were doing but something big has come down the pipeline.”

David said “what is it Sir?”

Campbell explained  “3 hours ago, General Casey got a call from the Director of The FBI requesting a couple of operator’s for a job…our names came up.”

David frowned “Sir?”

Campbell sighed as he carried on “Intel is spotty at the moment…they want you boys on the ground asap, to be briefed on sight…however what I can tell you is that a cult may have hijacked nukes out in the Bonnies.”  

The team sat up straighter “when do we leave sir?”

Campbell sighed “ten minutes ago…your plane is standing by you are parachuting in…we don’t know how extensive the cult coverage is…so assume hostile on all save for your local Fed…a Gwen Santos…we will get you a picture in the air…happy hunting gentlemen.”

And with that the wolves grabbed their bags and headed for the tarmac.

Safe house:

Gwen w was curled into a ball mumbling “I have an ear to the ground…really! This Is nuts…and who on earth are they sending! No names! They can’t be good…”

She sighed “just stay cool…these guys are pros…whoever they are.”

Just then she heard a thump, followed by 3 more thumps. Gwen grabbed her gun taking a deep breath as a voice knocked on the door saying “Agent Santos?...it’s Nomad.”

Gwen lowered her gun carefully and opened the door ready to fire, what she saw was a red head about her age dressed in black, with a black hat covering his hair, he was armed with a suppressed Assault rifle and a pistol strapped to his leg, the rest of his team was similarly dressed and armed.

Nomad smiled at her gently saying “Holt,Midas Burry the chutes…Agent…we were told you would give us the run down.”

Gwen nodded gesturing into the odd Bunker with the Solider behind her. Gwen tried to stay calm as she briefed “This morning I found my boss Agent fronds…dead…the cult offed him.”

Nomad reached out gently “Agent Santos…”

Gwen said simply “call me Gwen…Nomad.”

Nomad smiled “Ok Gwen…this is hard for you…your file says you are rather new to the agency, that is part of the reason why my team were brought in so quickly. We are here to help you, but we need to know everything you do.”

Gwen sighed “right…the cult is built more like a militia…they own the entire county and have it divided into four regions one is central and where that snake Daniel is…the other 3 are run by his ministers…”

David smiled gently as Gwen explained “Agent fronds and I referred to them simply as A,B,C the cult has some name for them…but I’d rather call them A, B,C…A is run by a punk by the name of Pike man…he was military, no idea what happened to him…but he ended up here and runs the cult training center…and they train hard. there forces are an army in every sense of the term it is nuts…B is run by an Ex Con known on the streets as dirty Kevin…he is the reason the bureau got interested in the cult to start with…we think the cult and Dirty Kevin are using his drug connections to produce and ship massive amounts of a designer drug called Haze… Haze maybe how the cult is funding there other…areas, Area C is the intro area it’s there where new cultists and brainwashed and assigned there new jobs…the region is run by Daniel wife… a woman named Jen…I have next to nothing on her…so there you go that’s the run down…”

Nomad touched her arm gently saying “thank you…we were also told about a group of locals some rebel types?”

Gwen nodded “Sleepy Peak county fireballs…local bowling league before all this… the leader is an old tough guy type…I think he was a marine.”

Nomad chuckled “figures”

Gwen rolled her eyes as she kept it going “they got guns and the motives to fight the cult…and have and do…me and Agent Fronds made contact…Quartermaster likes me…I think.”

Nomad nodded “right then Gwen…just remember we are not here…that means the locals did everything understood?”

Gwen nodded “right…”

Nomad smiled “we should make contact and start coordinate…”

Gwen asked gently “I can do that…but you sure you want to go dressed like that.”

David blushed asking “do you another option?”

Gwen pointed to the back as the rest of his team chuckled amused.

David came out wearing a pair of jeans and a red plaid shirt he concealed his pistol under his shirt, he shoved his hat into his pocket asking “shall we?”

Gwen nodded stunned honestly he looked cute…enough she could almost forget he was a trained killer who was here to literally destroy an entire cult.

The pair left the safe house climbing into a jeep with David driving who said calmly “Gwen…if anyone asks my name is Michael…I was camping and came down and stumbled into you in the woods…you then filled me in on everything.”

Gwen frowned testing the name “Michael…is that your name?”

David chuckled lightly “do I look like a Michael?”

Gwen paused before conceding “No you do not…then what do you look like?”

David shot her a wink “Nomad…”

Gwen rolled her eyes “I should have seen that coming…well your entire team has cool call signs…do I get one?”  She half joked.

David kept driving asking gently “do you want one Ma’am.”

Gwen was rocked back into her new position she mumbled “right my op…uhhh do you think it is wise…Nomad?”

David slowed down slightly looking at her directly “Honestly Gwen…You don’t need to worry about our coms being tapped…and they likely already know about you…but if it makes more comfortable than absolutely.”

Gwen nodded “can I get back to you on this Nomad?”

David nodded “anytime…alright we are here…Sleep peak…the town of.”

The jeep pulled over into the small town some locals looked at him with looks of vague fear before seeing Gwen and there expression’s turning into relief, Gwen sighed “QM should be in the local bar…come on, Nom…Michael.” She corrected herself.

David fired her a smile “relax…the others are nearby…if things get hot they will be able to back us up.”