#i made amy too big on accident... oops

[talonbite4596]

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Sonic doesn't like needles.

[the-septic-maniac]

Criminal Case x FNAF AU Chapter 1

(this is a little something that me and @anxietyfluffy are working on together. hope yall like ^^ oh and like major spoilers for pacific bay and the conspiracy)

Pacific Bay man… what memories I have here. The murders… the utopian cult… the utopia in general and stopping that... Rough memories. But I had some good times too. I’m actually meeting up with Amy where we solved our first case at the beach. Man, how she has grown up since she was a junior officer. 

As I exit my plane, the familiar salty air enters my lungs. I look at the cityscape. So much has changed. I daze out for a bit flashing back to all the times I hung out with my partners outside work. “I wonder what he would think of me and Amy now?” A familiar chipper voice greets me, “Deraila! Over here!” Looking to find the voice, I see her. “Amy!” I rush to go hug her, almost toppling her over with the amount of force and weight I put into it. “Easy there! You could have crushed me!” she says chuckling. “Oops, sorry I sometimes forget how big and strong I am.” We head to the beach and relax for a bit, taking our shoes off and feeling the individual sand granules between our toes and taking in the scenery. The familiarity of Pacific Bay starts rushing back to me. “So when are meeting up with the old team?” Amy checks her watch and slightly panics “Crap, we were supposed to meet them at your Airbnb like a half hour ago!” I laugh a little. “Let's get going then.”

As we drive to the airbnb, we started to talk for a bit. “You still romantic partners with Russell after all this time?” “Yeah, I come to visit Pacific Bay once or twice a month to have a date with him. He’s made life a bit easier.” "How's Duncan doing Amy?" Silence… me and my big fat mouth… I should have known not to ask about him. Since his arrest way back when Amy was a junior officer, she hasn't talked about him since. Not even when I came to work at T.I.M.E for the short while I did she didn't talk about him. No one even knew she had a brother. "I… Haven't visited Duncan at all at the federal medical center… not once… been too scared to since how he acted in court the day of his trial." 

Gods… that day was a horrid day for Amy. She had already been through enough. Her best friend was dead and her ex-boyfriend turned out to be not just a murderer but a cannibal too. Then it turned out that her brother had turned into a serial killer after a major accident that caused him to step down from being an officer on the police force. The horrible abuse of their mother did not help. "How about one day, just one day while I'm here we go visit him? It doesn't have to be long but I'm sure he misses you and I'm sure if he saw where you are at today he'd be proud of you despite the circumstances." Amy nodded and returned her focus to the road. 

The rest of the ride was in silence. We arrived at my airbnb and I saw the familiar faces of the team. Yann, Roxie, Russell, Hannah, and Chief Andrea all stood there waiting for us. I hugged them all before I went inside. I missed how much of a family it was like with this team. Sure in Grimsborough it felt like a team but there was always some sort of tension on the team. In Pacific Bay, I felt at ease for the most part. The weirdest thing that I've encountered here were aliens and they weren't a threat like the Neohumans in my second time in Grimsborough. Of course, someone was missing… someone that is long gone. I look down at the shirt I'm wearing. It's the last thing I have of him. "You still have Frank's shirt huh?" Yann spoke up in a fatherly tone.

Frank Knight… man that's a name I haven't heard in a long time. The team was devastated at his death. Sure yeah he was removed from the team due to participation in a major heist and a murder but… remembering his story… the utter grief and despair that he went through with the loss of his daughters… It makes me want to cry.  "Yeah I-I still have it and wear it. Still has the faint smell of Gold Stag Whiskey on it. But to be honest I like the smell. I've grown used to the scent. I don't think it would be the same wearing it without that smell" A long awkward silence followed. We were all thinking about Frank in that moment. Solemn looks were plastered on our faces as we thought about the memories we had of him.

Andrea piped up after clearing her voice "How about we go out to eat and catch up with each other? My treat." We all agreed. After I got settled in, we went out to a local restaurant and sat down. "So Deraila fill us in, how has life been since you left Pacific Bay?" Roxie asked excitedly. "Oh man, where to start? The Bureau, heading back to Grimsborough, T.I.M.E and working with Amy again. So many things to choose from" I chuckled. "I hear quite interesting stuff went down in Grimsborough. What happened?" Andrea spoke with great interest. I sighed with a slight chuckle as I explained the whole thing with the Neohumans. "The team is doing fine. Jones and Rameriz have both retired from the force, though I still catch Rameriz's ass sneaking around in one of his old costumes. Little Sammy Turner would ya believe it or not has taken an interest in his parents' careers. Though like his mother, he does tend to hack into things and has taken up the @rtist name." Hannah looks absolutely flabbergasted. "I-I'm sorry did you say the @rtist?!"

"Yeah? Cathy Turner has been my friend for a good while. I mean I have seen her at absolute lows but she took over her husband's job a while ago." "YOU SAW THE FACE BEHIND THE MASK?!?" Hannah seems over-excited and absolutely flabbergasted to the point that Yann had to help her calm down. "Yeah, I did. It was during my first few years as a detective." I showed her a picture of Cathy when I met her. Hannah just looks like she gained a crush on her. "Oh she's cute. Too bad she's taken though." I chuckled "Hey now Alex would fight tooth and nail for Cathy." "My wife would've gotten mad at me if I even dared." They all laughed. "Carter is graduating college soon. He's such a big guy now. Makes his mama proud too. Amir and Jasper have adopted a few kids. Grace still works for the Bureau as their coroner." I rattled on and on about the Grimsborough team. 

"So how about you guys huh? I already know about Amy, and Hannah mentioned that she got married to her girlfriend which congratulations." Yann speaks up "My little ones are up and out of the house. Lily is going to be taking over my position as soon as she gets her masters. James is starting college soon to become a director in Ivywood." "How are they that big already? I remember them being up to my thigh last time I checked." "I know they get so big so fast." Yann sighed. "Planning on retiring soon from being Chief. Been in the position for a long while. It's time I stepped down and give it to someone else. I don't know who I'm going to give it to but in time I will." Andrea said with a sigh. "Hey, you were one of the best chiefs I have ever had though." Everyone nodded in agreement. We finished catching up with each other and went our separate ways, promising to meet up again tomorrow.

It had gotten dark while we were catching up so my only lights were the street lights. I was jetlagged and tired as I walked back to where I was staying. Engines roared in the background of the dark city as people prepared to street race. I could faintly smell the gasoline from their cars from here. I entered my airbnb and collapsed onto my bed. As I did, a loud crash near my location was heard, and an odd robotic cry of… a fawn?

Part 2

[starberryshuu]

The Legendary Cockblocker

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 1: The Hoodie Incident

Julie was cold. Not just slightly chilly, but shivering like a leaf in the wind.

“Ugh, I should’ve brought a jacket,” she muttered, rubbing her arms for warmth as she sat on the couch in the break room.

Before she could blink, Yoru was already taking off his hoodie. He wasn’t even looking at her, but he shoved it into her arms like it was no big deal. “Here. Wear it.”

Julie blinked. “Oh, thanks, Yoru—”

“WAIT.”

Iso suddenly appeared out of nowhere, moving faster than humanly possible, snatching the hoodie right out of Julie’s hands.

Yoru’s head snapped toward him. “Oi—”

Iso inspected the hoodie like a detective examining evidence, then narrowed his eyes at Yoru. “This smells like you.”

Yoru’s eye twitched. “Obviously, dumbass. It’s my hoodie.”

Iso made a disgusted face and turned to Julie. “You don’t wanna wear this. Trust me. His cologne is all over it. And you know what cologne is? Male pheromones.”

Julie blinked in confusion. “What?”

Iso shook his head dramatically. “He’s marking you, Julie. If you wear this, it’s basically a territory claim.”

Yoru looked like he was about to commit murder.

“The hell are you talking about?!”

“Not on my watch.” Iso tossed the hoodie aside, grabbed his own clean, neutral-smelling jacket, and gently draped it over Julie’s shoulders.

“There you go,” Iso said, giving Yoru a smug look. “A nice, safe jacket, with no ulterior motives.”

Yoru was seething. “I hate you.”

Iso smirked. “Good.”

Julie, still completely unaware of what just happened, smiled. “Aw, thanks, Iso!”

Yoru never recovered from this loss.

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 2: Chamber’s ‘Accidental’ Hand Placement

Julie was helping Chamber organize some blueprints. They were both leaning over the table, deep in discussion.

“This one looks fine,” Julie said, pointing to a section of the paper.

Chamber smirked. “Oh, cherie, your hands are so small. Delicate.”

Julie gave him a blank stare. “...Okay?”

He let out a dramatic sigh, casually placing his hand over hers. “Ah, look at that. My hand is so much bigger.”

Julie squinted at him. “Yeah, ‘cause you’re taller?”

Chamber’s smirk deepened. “Oui, but don’t you think there’s something... enticing about that?”

“No?”

Just then—BAM.

Iso’s hand slammed down on both of theirs.

Chamber froze. Julie blinked.

Iso leaned in. “Wow. Crazy coincidence. My hand is bigger than both of yours. Isn’t that fascinating?”

Chamber glared. “Mon dieu. You again?”

Iso smiled innocently. “What? I was just admiring the size difference. What were you doing, Chamber?”

Chamber inhaled through his nose, exhaling sharply. “I hate you.”

Iso patted his shoulder. “Join the club, buddy.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 3: The Chair Trap

Julie was sitting on a stool, working on something, when Chamber and Yoru had the exact same idea at the exact same time:

SIT BEHIND HER.

Chamber moved first, effortlessly dragging over a chair and settling himself right behind Julie, legs spreading slightly so she would have to sit between them.

Yoru was one second too slow, stopping in his tracks when he saw Chamber already blocking the spot.

Chamber smirked at him victoriously. “Ah, too slow, mon ami. What a shame.”

Yoru gritted his teeth. “You—”

Just as Chamber was about to get comfortable, Iso appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Julie by the arm, and yanked her up.

“Oops, sorry, Julie, gotta borrow you for a sec!” Iso said cheerfully, dragging her away.

Chamber and Yoru watched in horror as their perfectly crafted scenario crumbled before their eyes.

Chamber exhaled. “I despise him.”

Yoru crossed his arms. “For once, we agree on something.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 4: The Elevator ‘Accident’

Julie, Chamber, and Yoru were inside an elevator. Nothing unusual. Until the elevator suddenly jerked to a stop.

Julie yelped, losing her balance.

Chamber, who had been waiting for this exact kind of moment, gracefully caught her in his arms.

Julie blinked up at him. “Oh. Thanks, Chamber.”

Chamber gave her his most charming smile. “Ah, ma chérie, it is only natural to catch someone as precious as you.”

Julie, oblivious, nodded. “Oh, okay.”

Yoru, seething, clicked his tongue. “Tch. Show-off.”

Chamber smirked, pulling Julie just a bit closer. “Oh, but mon ami, some of us have a natural instinct for protection.”

Before Yoru could punch him, the elevator doors suddenly opened.

And Iso was standing there.

He looked at the suspiciously intimate pose Chamber and Julie were in.

And without hesitation, he grabbed Julie by the wrist.

“Julie, we have urgent business. Let’s go.”

Julie blinked. “Huh? We do?”

“Yes,” Iso said, dragging her away from Chamber’s arms. “Very urgent.”

Chamber and Yoru were left standing there, absolutely seething.

Yoru shoved his hands in his pockets, fuming. “I’m gonna kill him.”

Chamber adjusted his cufflinks, eyes dark with frustration. “Not if I kill him first.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 5: The Almost Confession

Chamber had finally cornered Julie alone. No distractions. No interruptions.

This was his moment.

“Julie,” he murmured, voice low and smooth. “I have something to tell you.”

Julie blinked. “What is it?”

He took a step closer. “I’ve been waiting for the right moment to say this...”

Julie tilted her head, waiting.

Chamber inhaled, eyes locked onto hers. “Julie, I—”

“JULIE!”

Iso suddenly appeared, grabbing her arm and dragging her away.

“WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY,” he announced.

Julie yelped. “What?! What happened?!”

“VERY URGENT. LIFE OR DEATH,” Iso said, not looking back.

Chamber stood there, completely robbed of his moment.

His eye twitched.

He slowly turned to Yoru, who was leaning against the wall, smirking.

“Yeah,” Yoru said, watching Julie and Iso disappear. “We’re never getting past him.”

Chamber sighed, rubbing his temples. “I’m starting to think he’s doing this on purpose.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 6: The ‘Accidental’ Lap Situation

Julie was struggling to reach a shelf, standing on her toes but still coming up short.

Chamber, who had been watching from the side like a predator waiting for the right moment, smirked.

“Ah, ma chérie, allow me,” he purred, stepping behind her. He effortlessly reached up, retrieving the item. But instead of handing it to her, he placed it on the highest shelf.

Julie blinked. “...Why did you put it even higher?”

Chamber smirked. “So I can do this.”

Before she could react, he smoothly grabbed her by the waist and lifted her, placing her directly on his lap as he sat down.

Julie, completely oblivious, was just happy she could reach the shelf now.

“Oh, that’s actually helpful. Thanks, Chamber,” she said, reaching for the item.

Chamber chuckled, resting his hands on her waist just a little too comfortably. “Anything for you, ma belle.”

Before he could get too smug—

“PUT HER DOWN, YOU FRENCH MENACE.”

Iso appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Julie like a sack of rice, and yanked her off Chamber’s lap.

Julie gasped, confused. “Wait, what’s happening—?!”

Chamber’s smug face vanished. “Mon dieu, must you always ruin everything?”

Iso narrowed his eyes at him. “I felt the smugness radiating from across the room. I knew you were up to something.”

Yoru, standing in the doorway with a drink, watched the whole thing happen. He let out a single amused snort.

“Pathetic.”

Chamber turned to him, scowling. “Shut up.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 7: The ‘Unfortunate’ Spa Day

Julie was invited to a fancy spa as a reward for all her hard work.

Chamber, sensing an opportunity, immediately tagged along. “Ah, you cannot go alone, cherie. Who will protect you from the dangers of luxury relaxation?”

Yoru, not about to be outdone, also insisted on going. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I need a massage anyway.”

Somehow, Iso got dragged into this too.

And that’s how all four of them ended up in plush robes, enjoying the spa.

Julie sighed, melting into the hot springs. “This is amazing...”

Chamber leaned back, smirking. “Ah, but of course. A woman like you deserves only the finest treatment.”

Julie hummed. “Yeah, I’m glad I brought you guys along.”

Yoru smirked. “See? We’re useful.”

Then, Julie suddenly tilted her head back against the stone edge, exposing the length of her neck.

Chamber and Yoru both froze.

The warm steam made her skin glisten, her shoulders relaxed, completely unguarded.

Chamber licked his lips. Mon dieu, she looks...

Yoru swallowed. ...Shit.

And then—SPLASH.

Iso casually swam in front of them, blocking their view.

He crossed his arms. “Stop it.”

Chamber and Yoru immediately looked away, caught red-handed.

“I wasn’t looking,” Yoru grumbled, clearly lying.

Chamber rubbed his temples. “Do you never let your guard down?”

Iso smirked. “Nope.”

Julie, completely unaware, continued enjoying her spa day.

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 8: The Sleepover ‘Incident’

Julie accidentally fell asleep in the lounge after a long day.

Yoru and Chamber found her first.

“Look at her,” Chamber whispered, smirking. “So peaceful, so vulnerable...”

Yoru narrowed his eyes. “You sound like a creep.”

“Oh? And why are you whispering, hm?”

Yoru scowled. “Shut up.”

Chamber knelt down, watching Julie’s soft breathing. “Ah, wouldn’t it be charming to wake up next to such a lovely woman?”

Yoru turned red. “Wha—WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT WAKING UP NEXT TO HER?!”

“Ah, mon ami, your reaction is so suspicious.”

Before their argument could escalate, Iso entered the room, eyes sharp.

He immediately grabbed a blanket, threw it over Julie, then sat directly next to her, arms crossed like a guard dog.

He stared them both down.

“Try something. I dare you.”

Chamber and Yoru exchanged defeated looks.

“...I hate this guy,” Yoru muttered.

Chamber sighed. “That makes three of us now.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 9: The ‘Trapped in a Closet’ Moment (Gone Wrong)

Julie and Chamber accidentally got locked in a small storage closet together.

It was tight. Too tight.

Julie shifted. “There’s not much room here...”

Chamber smirked. “Ah, but being close has its own advantages, no?”

Julie blinked, not understanding what he meant.

Chamber leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a murmur. “We could be here for hours... just the two of us... so intimate.”

Julie frowned. “I hope not, it’s kinda dusty in here.”

Chamber chuckled. “Ah, so innocent.”

Then, as if the universe itself had a sense of humor—the door suddenly BURST open.

Iso stood there.

His expression? Utter disapproval.

Julie, relieved, stood up. “Oh, thanks, Iso! I thought I was stuck forever.”

Iso just stared at Chamber, shaking his head in pure disappointment.

Chamber exhaled slowly. “Must you ruin every moment?”

Iso smirked. “Yes.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 10: The Accidental ‘Kiss’

It was a messy mission. A sudden explosion sent Julie tumbling forward—

Right into Chamber’s arms.

Her face was inches from his, breaths mixing.

For the first time, Chamber actually looked surprised.

Julie, oblivious as usual, just blinked up at him. “Oh. That was close.”

Chamber stared at her. “...Yes.”

Julie tilted her head slightly, lips dangerously close to his.

Chamber’s eyes darkened. “Ah, mon ange, if you stay like this any longer... I may take it as an invitation.”

Julie, confused: “Invitation to what?”

Before Chamber could make his move—

ISO. BODY. SLAM.

BAM.

Julie was yanked away so fast she barely had time to react.

Chamber was knocked to the ground by Iso’s full weight.

Julie: “???”

Iso stood over Chamber, cracking his knuckles.

“Not today, Casanova.”

Chamber just laid there, staring at the ceiling, defeated once again.

Yoru, watching from the sidelines, snickered.

“Damn. I’m actually starting to enjoy this.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 11: The ‘Innocent’ Ice Cream Catastrophe

Julie was happily eating an ice cream cone.

A simple, innocent thing.

But to Yoru and Chamber?

It was an EVENT.

Julie, completely oblivious, licked her ice cream, slowly dragging her tongue over it.

Yoru and Chamber froze.

Yoru’s eye twitched. “She needs to stop.”

Chamber’s fingers clenched. “Mon dieu... this is torture.”

Julie, noticing nothing, hummed. “This flavor is so good.”

Then, disaster struck—a small drop of ice cream melted down her finger.

Julie, without thinking, brought it to her mouth and licked it off.

Chamber inhaled sharply.

Yoru nearly choked on his drink.

Before their internal screaming could reach dangerous levels—ISO. STRIKES. AGAIN.

He yanked the ice cream out of her hand and took a huge bite.

Julie blinked. “Hey!”

Iso shrugged. “Too much sugar. Bad for you.”

Julie pouted. “I wasn’t done!”

Chamber dragged a hand down his face. “Do you enjoy ruining our lives?”

Iso took another bite. “Yeah.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 12: The ‘Dangerous’ Stretching Incident

Julie had been sitting too long, so she stood up and stretched.

And when I say stretched, I mean—full-body, arms up, back arched, soft sigh kind of stretch.

Chamber and Yoru looked at each other.

Yoru: “We’re in danger.”

Chamber: “You noticed it too?”

Julie, completely unaware, sighed. “Sitting too long is bad for posture.”

Chamber’s eyes darkened. “Ma chérie, you can sit on me if your chair is uncomfortable.”

Yoru snapped. “WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!”

Before things escalated—ISO appeared from nowhere.

He shoved a pillow into Julie’s hands. “Here. Sit on this.”

Julie blinked. “Oh. That’s nice, thanks Iso.”

Chamber rubbed his temples. “Unbelievable.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 13: The ‘Drenched’ Disaster

Julie got caught in the rain.

Her clothes were soaked.

She stepped inside, shivering. “Ugh. I hate the rain.”

Chamber and Yoru froze.

Julie’s shirt was clinging to her.

Chamber was already unbuttoning his jacket. “Ah, ma belle, you must be freezing—”

Yoru was already taking off his hoodie. “Just put this on before I lose my mind.”

Before either of them could make their move—ISO. INTERCEPTS.

He THROWS a giant towel over Julie’s head.

Julie, now just a bundle of fabric, muffled: “???”

Iso took another towel and started drying her hair aggressively.

Yoru gritted his teeth. “WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET A TOWEL THAT FAST?!”

Chamber looked like he was in physical pain. “Why. Must. You. Always. Intervene?”

Iso smirked. “Your suffering is my relaxation.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 14: The Unfortunate Pajama Choice

Julie came into the lounge wearing an oversized shirt and shorts.

She wasn’t even trying to be provocative—this was just how she dressed when she was comfortable.

Unfortunately for Chamber and Yoru, it was an EVENT.

Chamber nearly choked on his wine.

Yoru spilled his drink.

Julie yawned. “I’m so tired.”

Chamber exhaled sharply. “Ma chérie... perhaps you should not walk around dressed like that.”

Julie blinked. “Why? It’s comfy.”

Yoru covered his face. “I CAN’T DO THIS.”

Before they could spiral into madness—ISO. ARRIVES.

He drapes a huge hoodie over Julie’s head.

Julie: “Oh, thanks! This is warm.”

Chamber pinched the bridge of his nose. “I loathe you.”

Iso grinned. “I know.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 15: The ‘Perfect’ Fall

Julie tripped.

And somehow, in the most rom-com way possible, she ended up falling straight into Chamber’s arms.

Chamber immediately caught her.

Julie, blinking up at him, completely unaware of the tension: “Oh. Thanks.”

Chamber smirked. “Ah, but of course. Falling for me already?”

Julie, confused: “Huh?”

Chamber’s eyes softened as he gently helped her up. “Careful, ma belle. If you wish to fall into my arms, you need only ask.”

Julie tilted her head. “That’s a weird thing to say.”

Chamber chuckled. “Ah, you truly are too precious.”

And then—A FOOT SWINGS OUT OF NOWHERE.

ISO KICKS CHAMBER’S LEG OUT.

Chamber stumbles—and this time, he’s the one FALLING.

Julie gasps. “Chamber! Be careful!”

Chamber glares at Iso from the floor. “Was that truly necessary?”

Iso grinned. “I’d do it again.”

Yoru, watching from the side, wheezed.

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 16: The Deadly Game of Twister

The team was having a “friendly” game night, and someone (cough Chamber cough) had suggested Twister.

Julie, completely unaware of the danger, was happily following the instructions.

Julie: “Left hand, red!” (leans forward, stretching to reach it)

Yoru, positioned right behind her, nearly had a stroke.

Yoru’s brain: ABORT. ABORT. ABORT.

Chamber, watching from the sidelines, sipped his wine. “This is quite the spectacle.”

Yoru was seconds away from self-destruction when—ISO STRIKES.

Iso: “Oh, you’re off balance.” (Casually SHOVES Yoru over)

Yoru: “—HEY!”

Yoru crashed face-first onto the mat, completely losing his position.

Julie, still oblivious, pouted. “Yoru, you lost already?”

Yoru shot up, furious. “I WAS FINE UNTIL HE RUINED IT!”

Iso smirked. “Nah, looked like you were struggling.”

Chamber patted Yoru’s shoulder. “Ah, mon ami, it is a shame. You were so close.”

Yoru, glaring at Iso: “I will end you.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 17: The Hoodie Incident

It was cold.

Julie, shivering, wrapped her arms around herself. “Ugh, I should’ve brought a jacket.”

Yoru saw the opportunity.

Yoru, already taking off his hoodie: “Here, just wear—”

ISO APPEARS.

Iso drops a blanket over Julie’s shoulders before Yoru can even react.

Julie beamed. “Oh, thanks, Iso!”

Yoru, hoodie still in his hands, staring in betrayal: “I hate you.”

Iso, smug: “Didn’t want you catching a cold.”

Chamber, watching in absolute amusement: “This is delicious.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 18: The ‘Oh No, There’s Only One Bed’ Disaster

A mission had gone terribly wrong, and now Julie and Yoru were stuck in a safehouse with only one bed.

Yoru internally: This is my moment.

Julie, oblivious: “Guess we’ll have to share.”

Yoru, trying to play it cool: “Yeah, whatever. Just don’t hog the blanket.”

Then—A KNOCK ON THE DOOR.

Yoru opened it—AND ISO WALKS IN.

Iso, carrying his own blanket and pillow: “Yo. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Yoru: “…The hell are you doing here?!”

Iso shrugged. “I figured you’d try something stupid.”

Yoru: “GET OUT.”

Julie, already tucked in, yawning: “Mm… Thanks for keeping us safe, Iso.”

Yoru, vein throbbing: I WAS ABOUT TO BE THE ONE TO KEEP HER SAFE—

Iso smirked. “Sweet dreams, guys.”

Yoru, seething: “I hate you so much.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 19: The Almost Confession

Yoru was SO CLOSE.

After weeks of suffering, he finally had a moment alone with Julie.

The moon was out, the air was crisp—the perfect setting.

Yoru, exhaling slowly: “Julie, I… I need to tell you something.”

Julie tilted her head. “Hm?”

Yoru: “I—”

ISO. LITERALLY. WALKS. BETWEEN. THEM.

Iso: “Julie, can you help me with something real quick?”

Julie: “Oh, sure!” (walks away)

Yoru, standing there, fists clenched: “I AM GOING TO KILL YOU.”

Iso, walking away like he didn’t just ruin Yoru’s life: “Not my fault you’re slow.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 20: The Accidental Lap Pillow

Julie had fallen asleep on the couch after a long day, curled up with her head resting on the armrest.

Yoru saw his chance.

Yoru, casually: “Tsk. That looks uncomfortable.” (moves to adjust her position so she rests on his lap instead)

And then—ISO STRIKES.

Before Yoru can even reach her, Iso casually sits down and pulls Julie’s head onto his lap instead.

Yoru: “EXCUSE ME?!”

Iso, nonchalant: “She’s already asleep. Don’t wake her.”

Julie, nuzzling into Iso’s lap, sighing softly in her sleep: “Mmm… warm.”

Yoru, silently SCREAMING.

Chamber, watching from the side, grinning: “Oof. That must hurt, mon ami.”

Yoru, shaking with fury: “I WILL BURY YOU.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 21: The Paint Disaster

Julie was helping Chamber organize his new office.

Julie, standing on a chair, trying to paint a high spot: “I think I can reach if I just—”

The chair WOBBLES.

Yoru: “OI, BE CAREFUL—” (moves to catch her)

Julie: “Ah—!”

And then ISO APPEARS.

Iso grabs Julie by the waist and steadies her before she can fall.

Julie: “Oh! Thanks, Iso.”

Yoru, hands still outstretched, ready to catch her, looking completely useless: “…ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”

Chamber, smirking, swirling his wine: “Sacrebleu, Yoru, you are always a step too late.”

Yoru, rage building: “I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON THAT WINE.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 22: The Spa Fiasco

The team had somehow ended up at a spa.

Julie, wrapped in a fluffy robe, sighing happily: “This is amazing.”

Yoru, watching her from the side, struggling.

She looked so relaxed. Her hair was damp from the steam, the robe was slightly loose at the collar, and she had that blissful look on her face—

NOPE. NOPE.

Yoru looked away. He was NOT going to let his brain go there.

And then—DISASTER.

Julie, completely unaware: “Yoru, your shoulders are super tense. You should get a massage.”

Yoru, struggling to maintain composure: “I—I don’t need—”

Chamber swoops in, smirking.

Chamber: “Ah, mon cher, would you like me to give you one?”

Julie: “Oh, can you?”

Yoru: “ABSOLUTELY NOT—”

And then.

ISO. APPEARS.

Iso, grabbing Julie’s wrist: “C’mon, let’s go get tea first.”

Julie: “Oh! Okay.” (walks away happily)

Yoru, glancing at Chamber, both of them equally offended.

Chamber, sighing dramatically: “That man is a menace.”

Yoru, muttering: “We should drown him in the hot tub.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 23: The Rainy Day Horror

It was pouring rain.

Julie, soaked to the bone, shivering: “Ahh, this is the worst. I’m freezing.”

Yoru was already pulling off his jacket.

Yoru: “Here, just put this on—”

AND THEN ISO, LIKE A DAMN MAGICIAN, WHIPS OUT A DRY HOODIE AND HANDS IT TO JULIE FIRST.

Julie: “Oh! Thanks, Iso. You always come prepared.”

Yoru, jacket still in his hands, murderous rage building: “…I AM GOING TO END YOU.”

Chamber, patting Yoru’s shoulder: “It is impressive how often you lose.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 24: The Almost Kiss

It was late.

Julie and Yoru were alone on the rooftop, the city lights glowing in the distance.

She was standing so close, her face illuminated by the soft lights.

Yoru’s heart was racing. This was it. This was his moment.

Yoru, leaning in: “Julie…”

Julie, tilting her head slightly: “Hmm?”

Yoru, breath hitching: “…I—”

AND THEN—ISO SLAMS THE DOOR OPEN.

Iso: “Julie! I brought snacks.”

Julie, brightening up instantly: “Oh! What did you bring?” (runs over to Iso, completely forgetting Yoru was about to confess)

Yoru, left standing there in the cold, staring at the sky, dead inside.

Chamber, appearing from the shadows, sipping wine: “Oof. That one hurt to watch.”

Yoru: “…I’m going to throw him off this building.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 25: The Ice Cream Incident

Julie was happily eating ice cream, sitting on a park bench.

Chamber and Yoru were suffering.

Julie, completely unaware, had a little bit of ice cream on the corner of her lips.

Yoru noticed first. He could NOT stop staring.

Yoru, gripping his knee, mentally screaming: “Just wipe it off. Just. Wipe it. Off.”

Chamber, smirking, obviously noticing Yoru’s internal breakdown: “Mmm, mon ange, you have something… right here.” (gestures vaguely at his own lips)

Julie, blinking: “Huh? Where?”

Chamber leans in, tilting her chin slightly.

Chamber: “Here. Allow me—” (about to wipe it off for her)

Yoru, fuming: “OI, BACK OFF—”

AND THEN ISO STRIKES.

A napkin appears out of nowhere, and Iso just. WIPES. HER. MOUTH.

Julie, blinking up at him: “Oh! Thanks, Iso.”

Iso, casual as ever: “Eat slower next time.”

Julie: “You sound like my mom.” (laughs, keeps eating)

Yoru and Chamber, absolutely SEETHING in sync.

Chamber, sighing dramatically: “I hate him.”

Yoru, dead serious: “Same.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 26: The Yoga Disaster

Julie had started doing yoga because she said it helped with stress.

Chamber and Yoru had no peace.

Julie, completely innocent: “Ugh, this pose is hard. I feel like I’m gonna fall.”

Yoru, staring at her stretched-out form, struggling to breathe.

Chamber, smirking, clearly entertained.

Julie, still focused on her stretch: “Chamber, can you help me balance?”

Chamber: “Ah, but of course, ma chérie. Anything for you.” (moves in way too happily)

BUT THEN ISO, THE DESTROYER OF DREAMS, GRABS HER WAIST TO KEEP HER STEADY.

Iso, completely serious: “You should stretch near a wall next time.”

Julie, sighing in relief: “Oh, good idea!”

Yoru, trembling with rage.

Chamber, hands still outstretched, looking personally victimized.

Chamber, muttering: “One day. Just one day. Let me have one.”

Yoru, whispering back: “We kill him tonight.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 27: The Hoodie Thief

Julie had forgotten to bring a jacket on a chilly night.

Yoru was already taking his off.

Julie: “Brr. It got cold so fast.”

Yoru, softly: “Here, take—”

AND THEN, LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT, ISO APPEARS AND DRAPES HIS HOODIE OVER JULIE FIRST.

Julie, happily hugging the warmth: “Ohh, Iso, you always have an extra hoodie!”

Iso, shrugging: “You always forget yours.”

Julie: “You know me so well.” (laughs, completely oblivious to the war about to start behind her)

Yoru, hoodie still in hand, trembling in fury.

Chamber, losing it, laughing: “OHHH, MON DIEU, THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL.”

Yoru, turning to Chamber with dead eyes: “Not. A. Word.”

Chamber, still wheezing: “The way you got overshadowed so fast—”

Yoru, grabbing his collar: “SHUT UP.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 28: The Sleeping Beauty Trap

Julie had fallen asleep on the couch again.

Yoru saw his moment.

He moved closer, ready to gently move her hair out of her face.

Chamber, watching from the side, sipping wine: “Brave, are we?”

Yoru, ignoring him.

Yoru, whispering: “…Julie?” (about to wake her up gently, because her neck looked uncomfortable.)

AND THEN—ISO.

Iso walks in, sees the situation, and immediately picks up Julie like a sack of potatoes.

Julie, groggy: “Mmm? What’s happening?”

Iso, already carrying her to her room: “You’ll hurt your neck if you sleep there.”

Julie: “Oh… okay…” (falls asleep again in Iso’s arms.)

Yoru, left standing there, fingers twitching, absolutely FUMING.

Chamber, wiping away fake tears: “That was the cruelest thing I have ever seen.”

Yoru, dead inside: “I am going to commit a crime.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 29: The Wet Shirt Tragedy

It had been a hot day. Too hot. Julie had just finished helping organize Chamber’s files at the office, and now, she was pouring water over her head to cool down.

Julie, sighing in relief: “Ahh, that feels better.”

Yoru and Chamber were staring.

Her white shirt was now slightly damp. Not see-through, but clinging just enough to make their brains short-circuit.

Yoru, gripping the chair so hard it creaked: “…D-damn heat.”

Chamber, smirking, clearly enjoying the view: “Ma chérie, if you needed cooling down, I could’ve provided… other methods.”

Julie, completely oblivious: “Like what? Air-conditioning?”

Chamber, chuckling lowly: “Something like that.”

Yoru, glaring at him: “Shut the hell up.”

Julie, still cooling down: “Man, I should’ve brought an extra shirt. This one’s kinda sticking.”

Chamber, leaning in with a dangerous glint in his eye: “I could always lend you one of mine—”

AND THEN ISO STRIKES.

A hoodie smacks into Julie’s face.

Julie, confused: “Huh?”

Iso, completely unfazed: “Wear this.”

Julie, laughing: “Oh, thanks, Iso!” (happily puts it on, hiding everything.)

Chamber, leaning back dramatically: “This is getting RIDICULOUS.”

Yoru, rubbing his face in defeat: “I hate him. I hate him so much.”

Iso, calmly drinking his water: “Stay mad.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 30: The Elevator Incident

Julie had been sent on an errand for Chamber and was now stuck in an elevator with him and Yoru.

The AC wasn’t working.

Julie, fanning herself: “Ughhh, why is it so hot?”

Yoru, trying so hard not to look at her, but also sweating bullets.

Chamber, rolling up his sleeves, smirking at Yoru’s struggle.

Chamber, leaning against the elevator wall: “Well, at least we are stuck in here together, hm?”

Julie, groaning, still fanning herself: “I swear, if this takes too long, I’m taking off my—”

Yoru, choking: “TAKING OFF YOUR WHAT?!”

Julie, pausing, blinking at him: “…Shoes?”

Chamber, laughing his ass off.

Julie, frowning: “Why do you look like you just had a stroke?”

Yoru, face red: “I—I THOUGHT YOU—” (dying internally.)

Julie, confused: “…Are you okay?”

Chamber, patting Yoru’s shoulder while laughing: “Mon cher, I believe you need some fresh air. Oh wait, never mind. We are trapped.”

Yoru, about to punch him.

AND THEN, ISO’S VOICE COMES FROM THE INTERCOM.

Iso: “Elevator’s almost fixed. Try not to die in there.”

Julie: “Oh, thank god. Iso, you’re a lifesaver.”

Yoru, muttering: “A cockblocker, you mean.”

Chamber: “A menace to society.”

Iso, laughing over the intercom: “I heard that.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 31: The Sleepover Disaster

Julie had been staying late at work helping Chamber with some contracts, and since it was storming outside, he insisted she stay over.

Yoru, also there for some reason: (Totally not because he was jealous.)

Julie, yawning, stretching: “Ugh, I’m so tired…”

Chamber, smirking: “Then allow me to escort you to bed, ma douce.”

Julie, laughing: “You sound like a villain.” (stands up, wobbling slightly from exhaustion.)

Yoru, grumbling: “Just go to sleep already.”

Julie, half-asleep already: “Mmm. But I don’t have anything comfy to wear…”

Chamber, way too eager: “Oh, mon ange, I have plenty of shirts you can borrow—”

A pillow suddenly SLAMS into Chamber’s face.

ISO. STRIKES. AGAIN.

Iso, holding out a neatly folded oversized hoodie: “Here.”

Julie, happily taking it: “Oh, yay! Thanks, Iso.” (puts it on immediately, drowning in it.)

Chamber, slowly removing the pillow from his face: “This man… is the devil.”

Yoru, nodding: “Kill him. We kill him tonight.”

Iso, smirking as he walks away: “Sweet dreams, idiots.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 32: The Movie Night Sabotage

Julie had invited them all over for movie night.

Yoru and Chamber had plans.

Julie, cuddled up in a blanket, sitting in the middle of the couch.

Chamber and Yoru, on either side, waiting for the perfect moment.

The moment? A jumpscare.

Chamber, leaning slightly closer: “Don’t worry, ma chérie, if you are scared, I am right here.”

Yoru, grinning: “Tch. If she’s scared, she can just hold onto me.”

Julie, casually: “Oh, thanks. But I’m not really scared of horror movies.”

Yoru and Chamber: “…Oh.”

AND THEN, OUT OF NOWHERE, ISO SITS DOWN BETWEEN THEM.

Iso, taking popcorn: “What are we watching?”

Julie, smiling: “Oh! You’re just in time! We’re watching a classic.”

Yoru and Chamber, frozen, realizing they’ve been completely blocked.

Iso, casually eating: “Oh, nice. I love horror.”

Yoru, gritting his teeth: “You weren’t even INVITED.”

Iso, grinning: “And yet, here I am.”

Chamber, whispering: “I hate him.”

Yoru, whispering back: “Me too.”

Julie, completely unaware of the war happening beside her: “Shh, it’s starting!” (happily eats

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 33: The Unexpected Pervert

Julie had just finished her work for the day and was stretching, arms lifted above her head, back arching slightly.

Chamber and Yoru, as usual, were watching.

Yoru, muttering: “Tch. She doesn’t even realize what she’s doing…”

Chamber, smirking: “Ah, but that is what makes it so adorable.”

Julie, yawning: “Mmm, I feel so stiff today.” (twists her upper body, making her shirt rise just a little.)

Yoru, gripping his drink: “…” (slowly looking away.)

Chamber, tilting his head, admiring: “Julie, ma chérie, if you are feeling stiff, I can offer—”

AND THEN.

ISO. SPEAKS.

Iso, completely calm but with a tone that instantly sets alarms off: “Mmm. You should stretch more, Julie. You’re so… flexible.”

Julie, completely innocent: “Yeah, I should.” (continues stretching.)

Yoru and Chamber, whipping their heads toward Iso.

Yoru, blinking: “…What?”

Chamber, raising a brow: “Pardon?”

Iso, sipping his drink like nothing happened: “What? I just meant she should stretch more.”

Julie, nodding: “Yeah, I should, right?” (completely oblivious.)

Chamber, squinting at Iso: “That is not what you meant.”

Yoru, staring in disbelief: “Did you just—”

Iso, leaning back, smirking: “What? You guys thinking something weird?”

Julie, frowning at them: “Yeah, why are you guys acting weird?”

Chamber and Yoru: “…” (brain short-circuiting.)

Iso, still smirking: “Don’t worry, Julie. You’re fine.” (pats her head like he’s innocent.)

Julie, smiling: “Aw, thanks, Iso!”

Yoru, muttering: “That bastard… He’s the real menace.”

Chamber, whispering: “We have underestimated him.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 34: The Ice Cream Scandal

Julie had bought ice cream for everyone and was happily eating her strawberry cone.

Julie, taking a slow, content bite: “Mmm, so good.”

Chamber and Yoru, watching the way she licked the ice cream.

Yoru, looking away: “D-don’t eat it like that.”

Chamber, smiling too much: “Ma chérie, you must be more delicate with it, no?”

Julie, confused: “What? It’s just ice cream?” (licks again.)

Chamber, watching: “…” (presses a hand to his mouth to hide his smirk.)

Yoru, suffering: “…I’m leaving.”

AND THEN.

ISO STRIKES AGAIN.

Iso, looking at Julie with a completely unreadable expression: “You really like ice cream, huh?”

Julie, happily nodding: “Yeah! It’s my favorite!” (takes another slow bite.)

Iso, voice lower than usual: “You’re making a mess.”

Julie, blinking: “Huh?” (looks down, sees a little bit of melted ice cream on her lip.)

Iso, watching her too intently: “Wipe it.”

Julie, laughing, wiping it off with her tongue: “There! All gone!”

Yoru and Chamber, FROZEN.

Yoru, choking on his drink: “SHE DIDN’T EVEN REALIZE WHAT SHE JUST DID.”

Chamber, suddenly fanning himself: “Mon dieu… That was… unexpected.”

Iso, smirking slightly, still watching Julie: “Yeah. Unexpected.”

Yoru, whispering: “Why is he like this?”

Chamber, also whispering: “He has always been the quiet one. But quiet men are the most dangerous.”

Julie, happily eating her ice cream: “You guys are weird.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 35: The Yoga Disaster

Julie had just started doing stretches in the breakroom to relieve stress.

Julie, bending forward: “I heard stretching helps wake you up!”

Yoru and Chamber, both watching with wide eyes.

Yoru, looking away immediately: “Nope. I’m leaving.”

Chamber, grinning: “I am staying.”

Julie, still stretching: “I should do yoga more often.” (moves into a deeper stretch.)

AND THEN. ISO. STRIKES.

Iso, casually walking in and immediately sitting down to watch: “Mmm. Yeah. You really should.”

Julie, smiling: “Right? It feels so nice.”

Chamber, narrowing his eyes: “You are enjoying this too much.”

Iso, raising an eyebrow: “Am I?” (smirks slightly.)

Yoru, scowling: “Yes.”

Julie, oblivious: “I bet you guys would feel better if you stretched too!” (stands up and turns to them.)

Iso, still watching her closely: “Oh, I feel great already.”

Yoru and Chamber: “…” (ready to throw him out the window.)

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Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 36: The Bathrobe Incident

Julie had just finished showering after a long day of dealing with Chamber’s ridiculous requests. Wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe, she stepped into the common area, hair damp, steam still clinging to her skin.

She was just going to grab a drink before heading to bed.

And yet.

SILENCE.

Yoru, staring.

Chamber, grinning immediately.

Iso, raising a brow.

Julie, blinking at them while pouring herself a glass of water: “…What?”

Chamber, tilting his head, eyes slowly trailing her: “Ma chérie, are you aware of how scandalous you look right now?”

Julie, looking down at herself. “…It’s a bathrobe?”

Yoru, looking away, face red: “It’s not just a bathrobe. It’s��why is it so loose?”

Julie, still confused: “It’s comfortable?” (takes a sip of water.)

Chamber, leaning forward with a smirk: “Comfort is one thing, mon amour, but this… this is a dangerous look.”

AND THEN.

ISO, THE MENACE.

Iso, smirking, voice low: “Mmm. And she just came out of the shower too.”

Julie, nodding, not catching the tone: “Yeah, I feel so refreshed.”

Yoru and Chamber: “…” (holding back a reaction.)

Iso, watching her drink the water, still smirking: “Your skin’s still wet.”

Julie, patting her arms with her robe sleeve: “Yeah, I didn’t dry off completely.”

Yoru, looking at Iso like he’s an actual threat: “…You need to leave.”

Chamber, grinning, but his eye twitches: “Mon ami, why are you enjoying this so much?”

Iso, leaning back casually: “What? She’s comfortable, right? Nothing wrong with that.”

Julie, rolling her eyes at them: “You guys are being weird again.” (walks past them to her room, oblivious to the chaos she left behind.)

Yoru, gripping the edge of the couch: “That was… a problem.”

Chamber, sipping his wine, watching the door Julie disappeared behind: “Yes. And an exquisite one at that.”

Iso, smirking to himself: “Interesting.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 37: The Sleepover Disaster

Julie had fallen asleep on the couch. Curled up in a blanket, completely defenseless.

Chamber, admiring: “Such a rare sight. Our dear Julie, so vulnerable.”

Yoru, sitting across from him, arms crossed: “Don’t say it like that, freak.”

Chamber, ignoring him: “Perhaps I should carry her to bed?”

Yoru, glaring: “You will do no such thing.”

AND THEN.

ISO APPEARS.

Iso, strolling in, looking at Julie for one second before immediately moving.

Yoru and Chamber, watching in horror as Iso—without hesitation—pulls the blanket up to Julie’s chin and tucks it in snugly.

Iso, calmly: “There. She might get cold.”

Julie, still half-asleep, mumbling: “Mm… Thanks, Iso…”

Iso, smirking at the other two while sitting down like he just won a game.

Yoru and Chamber, furious.

Chamber, gritting his teeth: “I despise him.”

Yoru, nodding: “Same.”

Iso, grinning, sipping his tea.

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 38: The Hoodie Incident

Julie had stolen Yoru’s hoodie.

Not on purpose. She had just grabbed it from the couch because she was cold.

Julie, yawning, hugging the oversized hoodie around herself: “This is so warm…”

Chamber, grinning: “A charming look on you, mon amour.”

Yoru, eyes locked on her wearing his hoodie, processing emotions he’s not ready for.

And then.

ISO.

Iso, walking in, pausing. Then, casually: “Did you steal that from Yoru?”

Julie, blinking, pulling the sleeves over her hands: “Huh? Oh, I just found it here.”

Iso, deadpan: “You look cute in it.”

Julie, laughing softly: “Thanks! It’s cozy.”

Yoru.exe has stopped working.

Chamber, grinning wickedly at Yoru’s reaction: “Oh, this is delightful.”

Yoru, pointing at Iso, whispering angrily: “He’s doing it on purpose.”

Iso, sipping his coffee: “I have no idea what you mean.”

Julie, stretching in the hoodie, still oblivious to the war happening in the room.

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 39: The Ice Cream Disaster

The sun was blazing. Julie, in her usual oversized shirt and shorts, sat on the bench outside, enjoying a cup of mango ice cream.

Chamber and Yoru were seated nearby, watching her in dangerous silence.

Julie, completely unaware of their eyes on her, took a slow lick of her spoon, savoring the flavor. “Mmm… so good.”

Chamber, grinning immediately. “Delicious, non? And not just the ice cream.”

Yoru, glaring at him: “Shut. Up.”

Julie, taking another bite, licking a bit of ice cream off her lip. “…It’s melting too fast.”

Yoru, looking anywhere but at her mouth: “…Then eat faster.”

Chamber, smirking: “Or perhaps, let someone help you?”

Julie, blinking, holding out the spoon: “You wanna try?”

Yoru short-circuits.

Chamber, leaning in with a smirk, about to take the spoon—

AND THEN.

ISO.

Iso, walking past, casually stealing the spoon from her hand and eating the bite himself.

Julie, blinking. “Huh?”

Iso, nodding in approval. “Not bad.” (walks away like nothing happened.)

Chamber, staring, utterly betrayed. “…Did that just happen?”

Yoru, muttering darkly. “I’m going to kill him.”

Julie, completely confused. “…You guys are weird.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 40: The Laundry Incident

Julie was doing laundry in the common room.

The problem?

She was wearing Chamber’s shirt.

And it was huge.

Julie, rolling up the sleeves, mumbling to herself. “Why does he wear stuff this big…”

Chamber, walking in, stopping in his tracks.

Yoru, entering after him, also stopping.

Julie, oblivious, tossing clothes in the basket.

Chamber, grinning. “Mon amour, I must say, you look magnificent in my clothes.”

Yoru, glaring at Chamber: “You’re an idiot.”

Chamber, ignoring him: “But now I wonder… should I let you keep it? Or should I request compensation?”

Julie, tilting her head, confused. “…Compensation?”

Chamber, leaning in slightly. “Perhaps you wear it for me more often, hm?”

Yoru, about to yell at him—

AND THEN.

ISO, THE DEVIL HIMSELF.

Iso, walking in, raising a brow. “Oh, you’re finally returning his stolen property?”

Julie, frowning. “I didn’t steal it! It was in the laundry pile.”

Iso, crossing his arms, smirking. “Mm, sure. Wearing another man’s shirt, all loose like that…” (shakes head.) “So scandalous.”

Julie, deadpan. “It’s literally just a shirt.”

Chamber, hissing at Iso. “Would you let me have my moment, mon cher?!”

Yoru, smirking at Chamber’s frustration. “Yeah, welcome to my life.”

Iso, grinning, sipping his drink. “I live to serve.”

Cockblock Chronicles – Ep. 41: The Nap Trap

Julie had fallen asleep on the couch again.

This time?

She had curled up against Yoru.

Yoru, sitting completely stiff, eyes wide. “…She’s on me.”

Chamber, grinning, sipping his wine. “Ah, how lucky you are.”

Julie, murmuring in her sleep, nuzzling against Yoru’s arm.

Yoru, internally combusting.

Chamber, leaning in, whispering. “You could adjust your arm. Pull her in more. Let her—”

AND THEN.

ISO.

Iso, walking in, immediately assessing the situation.

Iso, grabbing a pillow, expertly sliding it between Julie and Yoru, causing her to roll onto it instead.

Julie, still asleep, hugging the pillow now.

Yoru, glaring at Iso, whispering angrily. “…I hate you.”

Chamber, chuckling. “Ah, what a tragic loss.”

Iso, grinning, patting Yoru’s shoulder. “Stay safe out there, buddy.”

Yoru, muttering. “One day, I’m gonna throw him into the ocean.”

Chamber, raising his glass. “A noble goal.”

Iso, sipping his tea. “Good luck.”

[msrosey]

shadamy: Easy Chill

Summary: Amy canonically hates the cold. Shadow canonically runs hot. You can see where this is going.

Links: AO3

Comic panel that inspired this. Tumblr ( @lonelysadblob​) that inspired me. 

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Amy Rose prided herself on her adaptability, on being prepared for any scenario with the brightest of smiles, the most positive of attitudes, and, when all else wasn't enough, a quick hammer to the kneecaps.

There was, however, one blind spot in her nigh impenetrable shield of optimism, one Achilles heel to her adonis of good cheer. And she was currently hip deep and freezing in it.

“Stupid forest. Stupid snow,” Amy muttered, using her hammer to whack at the section before her. The snow was sent soaring to rather impressive heights only to be quickly replaced by a fresh wave from nearby drifts. Amy narrowed her eyes at the offending substance, pointing with a gloved finger. “I will destroy you.”

Omega chimed in from ahead, “I APPROVE OF THE FLUFFY PINK ONE’S NEW APPROACH. QUERY: MISSION CHANGE TO ELIMINATING GEOGRAPHICAL RANGE?”

“Not unless you wanna start an avalanche with us in it,” Rogue said, contently flapping in the air far above the perilous drifts. Amy shot her a look of pure envy. Wings were the biggest cheat. As if reading her mind, the bat smirked and added, “Plus, I’m pretty sure the fluffy pink one would demolish you if you added any more ice to this bunch.”

“Darn straight,” Amy grumbled, whacking away more snow off the path. Which had the unintended consequence of hitting the nearby tree and dumping a fresh pile. Right on top of her. Her headband was knocked off. Trickles of now melting slush were sliding to slide down the back of her dress. She couldn't feel her nose.

Above her, Rogue giggled with a pink gloved hand covering her mouth. “Aww, trouble, fluffy?”

That was it. Amy let out a cry and swung her her hammer in a flurry of movements that cleared several feet of snow around her, lobbed several patches of ice towards Rogue and Omega (the former ducking behind the latter with an agility that proved she’d not been completely ignorant of the effects of her teasing), and last, but not least, uprooted the offending tree and several of its brethren and sent them flying off until they were small, dark specks in the sky.

Amy panted with exertion as she looked over the results. A nearly clear patch of forest, with only the lightest trace of offending snow. Her feet on solid ground, er, permafrost. Finally. She let out a deep, long breath.

“You have this one handled, or do you think you might need some backup?” Rogue called out, a sly smile on her face as she rested on Omega’s shoulders, who looked almost impressed at the carnage.

His robotic features were certainly doing something. “IMPRESSIVE DESTRUCTIVE POWER. CASE FILE UPDATED TO REFLECT SO.”

“Well, of course,” Amy said, casually brushing the remaining ice from the spines in her hair. “I mean, a lady like me always has things handled.” She leaned on her hammer as she fixed the last few spines, hip cocked to the side. “And a couple flakes can’t bring down A—“

The only warning was the sound of several dozen trees swaying in a sudden heavy breeze. It was only her innate superb hedgehog tracking skills that had Amy turning, only in time to be hit in the face by several tons of snow.

Courtesy of her destined hero’s rather bumpy stop.

“You guys all right? Shadow spotted some trouble by here just now, do you need...“ Sonic's eyes went wide as he spotted the hedgehog shaped snow drift at his side. “Hey, is that—“

“AMY ROSE WITH THE SHORT TEMPER AND HIGH PROCLIVITY TO VIOLENCE?” Omega responded, something almost gleeful in his robotic tone. Atop his shoulder, Rogue was staring, slack jawed. “AFFIRMATIVE."

“Ooh,” Sonic winced. “Heh, heh, oops?” A low growl started to build from the pile and Sonic wisely took several steps back, looking towards Omega and Rogue for backup. The former of which looked to be eagerly awaiting the results of the interaction and the latter already flying ahead.

“We can…talk this out, right, Amy?” Sonic asked sheepishly, “It was an accident. I know you hate the cold but you hate Eggman more, right? Attack him first.”

His answer came in the form of a the sudden poof of the piko piko hammer, poking out from the side of the Amy-shaped snowman.

“Not a good sign,” the blue hedgehog muttered, “Might be time to—“

In a blur of black and red, Shadow slid to a stop across from him and coincidentally beside the snowhog of murderous intent. The rockets on his hover shoes flared at the sudden change in speed, causing the snow immediately around him to rapidly melt. The hedgehog shaped snow mound quickly became a dripping mess of pink spines and wet clothes.

Shadow opened his mouth to speak only to shut it at the look of genuine fear on his blue counterpart’s face. A note of true concern leaked into his voice as he said, “Was there an attack?”

“ABOUT TO BE,” Omega chimed in, robotic voice high with excitement.

Shadow turned in time to catch the determined look on Amy Rose’s face and the current soaked state of her clothes and froze. Her spines dripped steadily onto the surrounding permafrost earth, breath coming out heavy and cloudy in the cold air.

There was a moment where Sonic looked about to laugh...but then the single hedgehog army better known as Amy Rose moved.

Then Sonic actually did laugh, although less due to the situation and more due to the absolutely stricken look on the Ultimate Lifeform’s face as he was embraced by the smaller pink berserker.

Her arms were wrapped around his neck and looked to be supporting herself up, knees bent and boots high off the wet ground. Her head was tucked somewhere between the tuft of white fur on his chest and his neck, and she looked to be…nuzzling closer? Shadow’s eyes went between the top of her head to Sonic’s form, hunched over and cackling, then to Omega, who looked confused as to whether this was some new offensive strategy, and looped back around to the hedgehog currently holding onto him for dear life.

“I-Uh-“ stammering in a completely out of character way for an ultimate lifeform, Shadow held his hands in tense positions on either side of her, not entirely knowing what to do. “What?"

A small, muffled sound came from her. “—mfph-ded the snow.” A shift in position, one that sent a surprise shudder through the dark hedgehog, and the words became clear. “You can melt snow.”

Amy Rose looked up at her current savior with eyes full of hero worship. Her voice was syrupy with awe, “You. You can melt snow.” Her arms showed no sign of tiring as she tucked herself closer to the living weapon’s chest, sighing. “And you’re warm.”

“ANALYSIS COMPLETE: SUBJECT KNOWN AS ROSE HAS SUFFERED A COMPLETE MENTAL BREAK.  RECOMMENDATION: TERMINATE IMMEDIATELY,” Omega offered to the side, perking up at this new potential of violence.

“Nah, nah,” Sonic cut in, still chuckling, “This is classic Amy. She hates the cold. Usually trades off with Tails on these kinds of missions, but he was busy with the Rogues. Must be your lucky day, huh, Shadow?”

Shadow looked less prone to chaos controlling himself back onto the ARK where things made sense, robotic lizard monster and all, but still had every spine on edge. His eyes flickered down to the still happily sighing hedgehog attached to his form. In a still not completely level tone, he told her curtly, “Off. Now.”

Amy ignored him in favor of tucking herself more securely over his shoulder, improbable muscles barely straining to carry her own weight even with his own arms still hanging loosely at his sides. It was obvious she do this for hours. Something in Shadow’s stomach twisted at the thought. Whether it was the fact the pang wasn’t quite unpleasant or his own dislike of Sonic’s increasing likelihood to pitch into another spurt of laughter, he found himself tugging at the hands around his neck. “You’ve faced down dimensional calamities. The cold is hardly a threat to you. Now, let go."

“No use,” Sonic said, grin now a thing that stretched so far across his face it was a wonder it didn’t reach his ears. “Last time it was Big, and she didn’t get off for hours. Or was it days?” A mischievous light was in his eyes as he pretended to think on it. “But it’s not like the Ultimate Weapon can’t handle one delicate lady, right?"

Shadow narrowed his eyes at the taunt, preparing to chaos control away just to spite the blue hedgehog of a target. The figure pressed against him made a sound of dislike at the first feeling of chaos energy being collected, turning her face upward to face his.

The full might of Amy Rose’s bright, pleading eyes were unleashed upon Shadow, a sight made particularly pitiful by the way her wet quills laid stuck against her still flushed cheeks. His resolve began to falter. No. No, he wasn’t going to give— Amy’s eyes went impossibly bigger, looking to reflect the whole of his being. Shadow’s thoughts spun. He was the Ultimate Lifeform, a Living Weapon—

Amy Rose stuck her her bottom lip, trembling.  

—A glorified pack mule. Swearing to find some way to patch up his weak spot towards innocent looking girls in apparent distress, Shadow slumped his shoulders and moved to support the pink hedgehog fully. He pretended not to notice the pleased sound she let out or the way her tail was currently wagging at speeds closer Sonic’s own when chili dogs were involved.

A few feet away, Omega sulked. “ANOTHER SITUATION SOLVED BLOODLESSLY. I AM QUICKLY TIRING OF THIS PATTERN.”

“Don’t worry, big guy, I’m sure Eggman has something special for you,” Sonic said, still smiling. He looked over at Shadow. “That is, if someone isn’t too busy playing knight in shining armor. Or should we leave you two alone for a bit?”

Shadow humphed. He’d quickly moved through the stages of acclimatization and was now compartmentalizing the sensation of being in such extended close quarters. Even if the errant hum or brush of shoulders from Amy seemed to scramble those thoughts, he was still perfectly capable of dealing with the current issue.

Which was shutting Sonic up.

“What shining armor? I’m just taking a handicap,” Shadow scoffed, activating his hover boots. “We both know I’ll reach Eggman’s fortress easily in this terrain. I thought I’d at least give you a fighting chance.”

The words hit their mark and Sonic bristled. “Oh, yea? Well, eat powder!”

He launched off towards the coordinates Tails had sent them, with Shadow hot on his heels. He thought of overtaking the blue hedgehog then but passed on it. Plenty of chances in the future and he might as well give the faker a shot. Plus, the potential of harm to Amy in this current wooded area was too high.

But mostly the part about chances.

Blocking out the rest of the snowy world around her, Amy nestled closer to the radiator of warmth that was a certain soft-hearted Ultimate Lifeform. Sometimes the best ways of adapting was leaning on others. Literally.

Now to break it him this was gonna be a repeat thing…

[loudsuitlover]

Love is not knowing

Part 1 Love is a lot of doubts

Part 2 Love is a lot of texts 

A/N: Warning of part 3; smut 

Preview 

I leaned back and got comfortable and still we were not touching one another. We were closer than we have been before- there was no armrest between us anymore- but I didn’t want to be cliché and cover my eyes against his arm when a scary scene was coming so I just sat there and tried to be as less cliché as possible. He kept fidgeting so I looked up at him from my position on the couch.

“Are you comfortable? Do you want me to make some more room? Move to the side?”

“I was just trying to snuggle you but...” He raised his eyebrows and I grinned like an idiot.

I scooted closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder and with the movement the button of my skirt popped. The other side of the skirt was the one that was tied up on my hip so it still covered me but the other side was free as a bird.

“Oh shit” I whispered “my skirt just broke.”

“What do you mean it broke?”

“The button just popped.”

Without thinking I grabbed the fabric and get it out to show him but the other part, the one that was tied up on my hip, wasn’t big enough at all to cover my thighs so he ended up getting a good glimpse of my black lace underwear. I laughed because I had genuinely done that by accident and I was tipsy and it seemed funny to me and he chuckled too.

“Oops, I didn’t mean to show you my underwear.”

He chuckled.

“You’re just teasing me.” He said.

“Thank God we’re just friends.” I grinned at him.

I remember it took me no time to get ready, for I had known what I was going to wear for a week. I had wanted to get myself one of those skirts forever, the ones who are tied with a little bow on one of the hips making it look like a pareo; and when I saw it shopping with my mum I bought it without even trying it on. 

I had been waiting for him for fifteen minutes when he finally arrived and he looked up at me from the beginning of the stairs and smiled and I remember how relief I was- because he had arrived just on time and that meant we wouldn’t have to go inside the movie theatre late which had always been so embarrassing for me- and how nervous I started feeling as well. It was the first time in my life I went to a date without making it explicit that it was before it happened. We never really talked about what it was but then again the fact that we were meeting alone with no other friends whatsoever to go to the movies kind of made it a date. 

I remember Amy texting me right before he arrived “good luck babe” and “of course it is a date what else could it be?” and I remember I had smiled like an idiot to those texts. The thought of Harry didn’t even cross my mind once. 

He made it up the stairs and I could tell he didn’t even know how to greet me so I just gave him a smile and started walking ahead. 

“You almost didn’t make it.” 

“There’s a building site on the road so there’s no access to the mall.” He explained. “I parked the car so far away you’re gonna laugh at me.” 

I chuckled.  

“I’m sorry. I always walk here so I didn’t the road was closed.” 

He just nodded with a smile and followed me suit. It was weird, to have someone from the city center in my suburb, but it was also nice and I remember in that moment I kind of could see myself hanging out with him in my neighbourhood every once in a while. It was stupid really because I was going to Italy in a month so there was clearly not going to be a future between us but somehow in that moment I didn’t see that. 

“You already got the tickets?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Otherwise we would have been late.” 

“Oh, well, you let me know how much was it.” 

I smiled at him and he started laughing. 

“I owe you a lot of money.” 

And with that we just make our way inside the movie theatre. I remember I liked the feeling I got when I gave the tickets to the cinema guy because it felt as if that guy would think we were a couple, because this was pretty much a date and we were laughing and blushing and staring at our feet, and I just loved that. I had never felt that before for I always went out with Cody and no offense but it didn’t get me excited that people would think we were together. I didn’t mind when they did but it just wasn’t something I would want anyway; yet with Luke it felt good because for as long as I had known him I always thought I wasn’t his type so the thought that someone else would think I was felt nice. 

I guess that was the thing about me. Before Luke- even though now I can’t help but think it wasn’t actually Luke but Harry who had given me that boost of confidence- I had always attracted older guys’ attention but never really guys my age. I had had a woman’s body- not a girl’s but a woman’s- since I was about thirteen years old, so guys my age didn’t really even consider me as an option to date or whatever it is that teenagers do; so I had never had a high school romance or a teenage relationship and one part of me had always longed for that. Then with time I realized staying single all through high school and even after that through my first years of uni hadn’t been that bad at all. In fact, I felt like I knew myself better than most people did and, even if it’s bad of me to say it, I reckon I had reached that by asking myself so many times what was it that was so wrong about me not to attract guys’ attention. And then I realized there wasn’t anything wrong about me. It was just a general lack of confidence, of self-love even. It’s hard to be liked by others when you don’t even like yourself. And then I thought about it like this- this whole thing it’s just like an add: flirting, attracting people’s attention, being charismatic... It’s all about selling a product really. Nobody would sell a car without showing it, nobody who’s asshamed of their work would sell a painting and no one who’s not happy with one-self is going to make another person want them. But then the moment you do, the moment you look at yourself in the mirror and just go “well I don’t know what’s going on with that guy who isn’t paying attention to me because I’m rocking this, I’m hot as hell”; it’s just like everybody else starts thinking the same thing. It’s so strange and it doesn’t make much sense but really, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and sometimes in the words who’s speaking. I wish every girl in the planet would feel this way.

All throughout the movie we sat side by side, not touching each other at all, and I felt like it was inappropriate to lean my head on his shoulder or to reach out to him but he leaned in to whisper funny comments on my ear every once in a while. I enjoyed it; the whole thing, the movie, the cinema, his company; and then when it was time to go out, I was afraid our night was going to end. 

We excitedly chatted all the way outside the movie theatre and I kept smiling like an idiot and he kept making jokes. I could tell he was comfortable and I was happy about it because after all the texts we had sent while he was in Germany, this was the first time we were hanging out together and some part of me was afraid we were going to end up having some awkward moments of silence or some weird feeling that we had run out of topics but so far it hadn’t been the case. 

“So” He started “are you hungry?” 

“Yeah.” I grinned like a kid on Christmas. He didn’t want the night to end either. 

“Cool.” He smiled. “Well it’s your home, you tell me where to go.” 

“Well there’s a pizza place here in the mall. Then there’s a kebab, a McDonalds just across the road, a Chinese restaurant, a traditional regular restaurant... And then... It’s probably too late to go there but we have the most famous homemade guacamole in town. Do you like guacamole?” 

“Of course! Don’t trust people who say they don’t.” 

I laughed at that. 

“Well, if it’s too late to go there we’ll just have to go another time.” He smiled. 

Oh boy, he knew what he was doing. I didn’t even care he would know how happy that kind of comment was making me so I let my grin ouverran my entire face. 

“What do you feel like having?” He asked me. 

“Pizza?” I suggested. 

“Pizza it is.” 

We both made our way inside the pizza place and once again I enjoyed the way the waiter was treating us. A table for two. And how he said “it’s quieter here” as if he was a partner on our date and he wanted to give us some privacy we hadn’t even asked for. 

“Perfect” Luke smiled at him “thanks.” 

He sat us down in such a small table I was afraid if we ordered two pizzas they wouldn’t quite fit but it was in a far corner, like in some sort of small inner patio where no one else was sitting, and it had a flower on a tiny jar right in the middle of the table. Luke chuckled when he saw it and I grinned at the coincidence. I can still remember perfectly fine how he looked in contrast with all the red perpendicular lines that decorated the walls and the cloths. It was a funny place, kind of wanting to look Italian but ending up looking kind of French, and I liked being there with him, with that flower in the middle. 

My pizza arrived before his and I tried to wait for him to eat but he kept insisting. 

“It’s gonna turn cold otherwise.” He shook his head. “And you’re like the slowest eater in the world, even if you start now I’ll finish mine before you do yours.” 

“Okay well then don’t look at me while I eat. I’m gonna make a mess.” 

Luke laughed out loud at that and I just blushed and smiled as I tried not to drop the mozzarella from the slice I had just grabbed. 

“Well where do you want me to look at? It’s just us two!” 

“Well just... Look at the flower I don’t know.” I shrugged. 

“Alright” 

He kept his eyes focused somewhere on the distance right next to me and I had a bite of the pizza not failing to notice how amused he seemed by my request. 

“This is very awkward” he noticed “but funny so I’ll do it for the sake of humour. I’m guessing it’s gonna be me talking too since your mouth is full of cheese.” 

“I meen” I tried to participate covering my mouth with my hand “I can agree with you with little hums and throat noises.” 

“I would very much appreciate that you didn’t.” 

I laughed out loud and he looked at me so I widened my eyes and he looked away in a second. 

“Sorry.” 

He started telling me about his family- about his parents’ name that I didn’t know- and about what they did (that now I can’t remember) and then he talked a bit about his childhood and about his teenage years and I loved that he would open up like that, telling me about his insecurities as a boy, while staring into the distance and I had pizza like the little pig I really am. 

“Can’t I really look at you?” He chuckled. “Like, I mean, how bad can it be?” 

He glanced at me for just a second and I know it wasn’t even enough for him to see anything. He was just doing it in the interest of humour so I just laughed when he spoke. 

“Oh, okay, yeah, I get it.” 

We agreed he could look at me once his pizza had arrived because then we were on an equal footing but he was so elegantly eating the pizza the little shit, bending the corners so it’d look like a crepe and then just having elegant bites without losing a single bit of tuna. I envied him.

“Where did you learn to eat pizza like that?” 

“Not in the same place as you, that’s for sure.” He joked, his hazel eyes set on all the lost bits of cheese and cherry tomatoes that had been left on my plate. 

“I’m a free bird.” I said before I had a sip of my beer. “I didn’t come into this world to be an elegant lady but to be a ridiculous one.” 

“You’re funny.” He smiled. “I love that about you.” 

I wish I had written this before when I still remembered it perfectly but all I have now is a note on my phone that I wrote the day before I left to Italy in an attempt to remember it all for I didn’t want a second of it to be lost in my memory. He made me feel so lightweight and I wish we could keep feelings on jars so that I could just open it and feel the same all over again but all I have now is the memory and a longing of seeing him after not having touch him in four months. I love Italy but I wish all my friends were here too. 

After dinner he asked me what we could do then and I don’t remember how, but I know it wasn’t out of place, but at some point during dinner I had revealed that there was no one at my house. I don’t remember his reaction to that but I think he looked up from his pizza into my eyes and then I just smiled. Yeah, I think that’s what happened. But then, I’m not sure if he already knew I was staying home alone for that month since my mum was at my uncle’s with my little sister even though I hadn’t properly said it like that so it was never an invite. But now that I think about it, the fact that he was so keen to come all the way to the suburbs might have had something to do with the fact that we had a whole house to ourselves. 

We walked to his car, even though we could have easily walked to my place, so that it would be closer for him to go home afterwards, and he kept telling me how it was probably so embarrassing that he had parked the car so far away. 

“You probably think I’m such an idiot but this is not my neighbourhoor. I didn’t know where it was okay to park.” 

“Just stop worrying.” I laughed. “I just got my license two months ago. I’d probably need a whole runway to park my little car so I’m in no position to judge you.” 

He laughed at that. 

“Actually I just wanted to take you to some dark place.” He smiled. 

“You don’t need to take me anywhere dark.” I encouraged him. 

He turned his head and smiled but then he chuckled and I rolled my eyes because it was making me desperate that he would dismiss me like that. I was not kidding. 

I got on the passenger’s seat and that was the first of many times I got into his car that summer. Before he started the car, he got the key on the ignition and then he turned his head and smiled at me. I smiled back and posed because somehow I knew he was just taking in the image of me on his car. 

“Alright.” He grinned. “Where to?” 

“Just all straight. We have to get out of the building work.” 

“Right.” 

We got lost. Twice. 

“I thought this was your neighbourhood?” He laughed. 

“This building work is new and it’s blocking everything” I explained “but just relax, we’ll get out of here, eventually.” 

“Do you even know where we are now?” 

“Of course I know where we are now.” I calmly said. “Just keep driving straight and when I tell you you’ll take a turn to the right and then that should take us to the main road which is not closed and then all straight that’s my place.” 

“Alright, you’re just the worst co-driver in planet Earth.” 

I smiled. 

“That’s the turn.” 

He glanced at me as if saying “you sure?” and I nodded and then he took the turn to the right and we made it to the main road as I knew we would. Still, always in the interest of humour, I pretended to dry the sweat from my forehead as I puffed and he laughed out loud. 

“You’re the worst.” 

“You’re laughing a lot.” I pointed out.

“Cause I’m having fun.” 

“That’s good.” I smiled. 

“That is good, despite the company...” 

I looked ahead through the windshield with the firm intention of ignoring his comment and he laughed at my antics, placing his hand on my knee for the first time since I had known him. I wanted to hold his hand in mine, intertwined our fingers and then rest our hands on my lap but I didn’t, instead I just tried to control my heartbeat as I gave him indications to take the right exit from the main road to my street.

“You’re so mean.” I spoke right as he stopped the car. 

I thought that was a good moment for him to kiss me. He had parked the car right on the bulding in front of mine so he could just kiss me then and we didn’t even have to go to the bar like I had suggested before. But he just smiled. 

“Why do you say that?” 

“Because I keep making this so easy for you and you still just say mean things. I don’t know what you want.” 

“Well you can’t know everything.” 

“Well I know one thing: you’re terrible at making girls feel special.” 

“I’m not” he shrugged “I’m just not trying.” 

After that I opened the door of the car and got out. I wanted to scream at him for being so awkward. I wouldn’t give up and I quite frankly don’t know why now but I guess the fact that he had come all the way to my neighbourhood alone and that he had wanted to have dinner after the movie and that he had asked what to do afterwards as if he didn’t want to leave and he was comfortable being alone with me kind of gave me some confidence despite his words. Maybe he just wasn’t sure what he wanted either and that was why he was giving me mixed messages but I thought both of us knew what was going on between us. 

I gave him a stern look when he glanced at me from the other side of the car and then he just started chuckling. The fucking bastard loved to make me look like an idiot. 

“So this is your flat?” 

He was looking at the wrong building. 

“No” I smiled “it’s that one.” 

I pointed at my flat and while he stared at it I walked around the car and got to the sidewalk walking in the other direction. 

“Hey!” He jogged a little to catch up with me.

“The bar is the other way.” 

He nodded and followed me. We talked about sport all the way to the bar for we both loved practicing sports and he knew about my frustrated athletics career and about my knee injury and as a physical therapis and a sportsman himself he seemed very interested about it. I loved being able to talk about it with someone who actually got it. Cody seemed to be allergic to sports so he didn’t quite understand why it had been so tough on me. “Why would you want to run anyway?” He always said if I ever saw him running I should run as well because probably he was being chased. We sat outside and I asked what he was going to have. 

“I’ll have what you’re having.” 

“You have to drive afterwards.” I noticed. 

He nodded. 

“I can have a beer though. I mean if I get drunk you’ll just have to wait with me until I’m not anymore.” 

“Right, on that bench of the park” I pointed at one lonely bench with my head and he chuckled. 

“For instance.” He smiled. 

The waiter was a friend of mine or he had been. We had gone together to high school but I hadn’t seen him in forever. I didn’t usually go out in the suburbs do I didn’t even know he was working there but he seemed happy to see me and he didn’t let us pay. I got up and gave him a hug and I introduced Luke to him. 

“So” Luke frowned as he left “who’s that guy?” 

“He’s an old friend.” I shrugged. “I feel bad that he didn’t let us pay though because I know he used to have a crush on me and now he’s treating me to a beer with you.” I laughed. 

He laughed as well. 

“Thank God we’re just friends.” Luke said. 

“Yeah, I know. Don’t worry, it’s already clear for me that we are nothing more than friends.” I rolled my eyes. 

“Good.” He nodded his head and I hated his fucking smirk. 

“You do know you suck at flirting, right?” 

“I’m not flirting.” He smiled. 

“I know” I lied “but I’d love to see you doing it. I’m sure you suck.” 

“I don’t.” 

“Well you did flirt with me when we met.” 

“What?” He chuckled. 

“Yeah, two years ago when we met. You were totally flirting with me.” 

“I was not!” 

“Oh, you were.” I laughed. “You would text me and sent memes to me and I actually have quite a few drunk voice mails from you complaining about how long it had been since we had seen each other” I drop my tone of voice a few octaves trying to make it sound lower like his and he grinned at my attempt “and I mean we weren’t even friends so you can’t just say that you were just being friendly.” 

“Well, first of all I was just being friendly. You were Cody’s best friend so I wanted you to like me because Cody is also my friend.” 

“That’s not a reason for you to want me to like you.” 

“Of course it is.” 

“Do you try to be liked by just everybody?” 

“You are not just everybody”

“You’re flirting.” I shrugged. 

He rolled his eyes and smiled and I had a sip from my bottle of beer. In that moment I was sure the night was going to end and he was going to go home and so was I and nothing was going to happen between us so I just kept smiling but I wasn’t going to try to be flirtly again. After all, Harry had also rejected me when I had made it clear in his car just three weeks earlier and I was not about to take another rejection- a timely retreat is a victory too. But I had another beer and so did he and my determination of not being flirty again fell down like a pile of leaves. 

Somehow we ended up at my place. I don’t exactly remember how but I’m sure I suggested it for he would never invite himself up to my house. Oh boy I remember I had cleaned the entire house. I lost my mum’s sunglasses in the process. My house has always been such a mess- there are too many things and so little space- so really all I did was take everything that was out of place in the living room and placed it over my mum’s bed. The living room and the kitchen had never looked so tidy. 

I showed him my room and he sat down on the bed and just smiled at me. Now I know I could have kissed him right there but in that moment I swear I still didn’t know whether he wanted me to or he really just saw me as a friend so after I showed him how my pink room looked like with the fairy lights on, I just made my way to the living room and turned the TV on. 

“You wanna watch a movie?” 

Another one. Nice. 

“Sure.” He shrugged. “A scary movie.” 

“No, not a scary movie.” 

“Why not?” He smiled. “You’re afraid?” 

“As a matter of fact I am. I mean not during the movie but then I can’t sleep. We can only watch a scary movie if you stay the night.” 

I actually meant it. Of course I wanted him to stay the night- I had wanted to kiss him for two years- but it was actually true, I couldn’t sleep if I watched a scary movie. I have never been able to sleep after a scary movie. Even thinking about them keeps me up- I might not sleep tonight. I just have a very imaginative mind and my nightmares are very powerful and more frequent that I’d like them. So when I said that was the only way that I would watch a scary movie. I meant it. It was close to 2 am anyway. 

“Do you want me to stay?” 

“Yeah.” I smiled. “Will you?” 

A month prior I would have never thought I’d have him sleeping over at my house. 

“Well I... I haven’t told my mum I wasn’t going to sleep at home but... What time is it again?” 

“It’s 1:45 am.” 

He looked down at his phone. One part of me wanted to think it was only an excuse because after all we were 22 years old- well I was 21 at the time- but we still lived at home with mum and dad for we lived in the city and didn’t need to move for uni so it wasn’t actually that crazy. 

“I’ll send her a text and if she answers I’ll stay.” He reasoned. 

“I hope she answers then.” 

“So do I.” He smiled. 

We just stared at one another and I remembered all that confidence had come with alcohol really so I thought I’d have a beer before I sobered up. 

“I’m gonna have a beer. I’ll get some water until you know if you’re staying or not.” 

“Thanks.” He smiled. 

I went to the kitchen and grabbed myself a can of beer. I was so happy my mum was such a heavy drinker- I’m kidding, she doesn’t drink that much but she does like her beer and I had just come back with my beer and his water when he grinned. 

“She replied, I’m staying.” 

“Want a beer then?” 

“Yes, please.” 

We sat down side by side on my couch and I let him go through Netflix searching for a scary movie to watch. He wanted to watch It because the second movie was about to go out and he wanted to go watch it but haven’t watched the first. 

“Wait, you want me to watch Stephen King?” I panicked. “I told you I’m afraid of scary movies and you want me to watch Stephen King, who’s probably the scariest guy ever.” 

He laughed. 

“There’s no It in Netflix anyway so let’s watch some other.” 

He scrolled through the movies for less than a minute before he handed me the control. 

“Actually, you choose. You’re the one who’s picky.” 

“I’m not picky.” I complaint as I scrolled through them. “I’m just impressionable. Have you watched Mama?” 

I had seen that movie, even though I didn’t remember it pretty well, but it was safer to watch a movie I had already seen than watching a new scary movie at the risk of getting traumatized forever. 

“I haven’t, have you?” 

“I don’t know. It sounds familiar to me but I don’t remember what it is about so maybe my mind just erased it in order to protect me or maybe it just sounds familiar to me because it’s famous.” 

“In order to protect you” he mocked “okay, let’s watch that one then.” 

I leaned back and got comfortable and still we were not touching one another. We were closer than we have been before- there was no armrest between us anymore- but I didn’t want to be cliché and cover my eyes against his arm when a scary scene was coming so I just sat there and tried to be as less cliché as possible. He kept fidgeting so I looked up at him from my position on the couch. 

“Are you comfortable? Do you want me to make some more room? Move to the side?” 

“I was just trying to snuggle you but...” He raised his eyebrows and I grinned like an idiot. 

I scooted closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder and with the movement the button of my skirt popped. The other side of the skirt was the one that was tied up on my hip so it still covered me but the other side was free as a bird.

“Oh shit” I whispered “my skirt just broke.” 

“What do you mean it broke?” 

“The button just popped.” 

Without thinking I grabbed the fabric and get it out to show him but the other part, the one that was tied up on my hip, wasn’t big enough at all to cover my thighs so he ended up getting a good glimpse of my black lace underwear. I laughed because I had genuinely done that by accident and I was tipsy and it seemed funny to me and he chuckled too. 

“Oops, I didn’t mean to show you my underwear.” 

He chuckled. 

“You’re just teasing me.” He said.

“Thank God we’re just friends.” I grinned at him.

There, I felt like a queen throwing that back at his face in that moment and I was happy with the way he threw his head back and just started laughing. 

“Fair enough.” He laughed. “I actually deserved that.” 

I shut my legs tight and covered myself with a pillow and then I fully rested against him and we watched the rest of the movie. I would hold my head up every time he’d lean towards the table to grab his beer so I could lay it back again agaisnt his arm when he rested his back on the couch. He kept chuckling whenever I would yelp and we would comment the movie and it just felt nice to have that moment with him and somehow I felt as if we had done that so many times before- just watching movies together snuggling on the couch. I could definitely get used to that. 

When the movie ended it was past three in the morning but I wasn’t even sleepy. I guess I was still excited and I was happy that everything had gone so well so far. I sighed and silently enjoyed his presence for a few seconds. 

“You see now is when it gets scary for me so if you scare me I swear to God I’ll kill you.” 

He laughed. 

“No, I wouldn’t do that. I saw it was actually scary to you.” 

“That’s right so if you want anything from the kitchen, you go. I’m not going in the dark alone.” 

“Well, there’s nothing I want that’s on the kitchen anyway.” 

I smiled but he didn’t see it. Of course I got what he meant but I wanted to give him as much of a hard time as he had given me before. I had made it pretty clear that I liked him so if he wanted something from me, he just had to lean down and kiss me. 

“You didn’t get it, did you?” 

I laughed out loud. His voice came out in some sort of whisper and it was the cutest thing I had ever heard. I wanted to push him against the couch and straddle him and kiss him until my mouth was dry but he had said so many stupid things that night I wasn’t even sure if he wanted me to do that or if instead he was going to turn his head at me so instead I just got out from the couch, turn on all the lights and made my way to my room. 

“I’m gonna change into my pyjamas.” 

I left the door opened while I changed because he couldn’t see me from the living room anyway and I was actually still a little afraid after the movie and I put on the shortest shorts that had ever been made- they were practically underwear leaving a good part of my bum exposed- and I kept my black lace bra under my white cottom short sleeves t-shirt. He looked me up and down from his seat on the couch when I came back to the living room. I loved the feeling I got when his eyes ran down my bare legs and then he bored them into mine. His jaw was slightly clenched. 

“So” I smiled knowingly “there’s no one home so you can choose any bed you’d like.” 

“But I want to sleep in yours.” He stated. “With you.” 

I let the smile overtake my lips as I nodded. 

“Okay.” 

I got closer to him and the couch and since he was sitting down his head what at sight level with my belly. If only he reached up his hands he could trace the back of my thighs and I would straddle him, but he didn’t. He had his phone on his hand but his eyes had been set on me since I had stepped a foot in the room. 

“So what do you want to do now?” I whispered. 

“I want you.” 

I was surprised by the energy inside of me, an impulse that was encouraging me to push my legs across his lap and straddle him so he could grab my bum and pull me closer. Man I was dying for him to touch me like that but I was so nervous. I swallowed before I smiled at him. 

“Let’s go to bed.” 

I walked ahead of him and I knew he could see half my bum out of my shorts but in that moment I wanted him to. I was feeling confident and sexy and I wanted him to see me and to want me like I did him. I lied on the bed and watched him get his wallet out of his back pocket and leaving it on my desk. He left his phone there too.

“You can take off your jeans.” I told him. “You can sleep in your underpants.” 

“Really? You don’t mind?” 

“Not at all” I shook my head “sleeping in your jeans must be so uncomfortable.” 

“Yeah, thanks.” 

He took off his jeans and carefully folded them, placing them on the back of the chair at my desk, and then he just lied down next to me. We were both staring at the ceiling, lying down on the bed next to one another and no one was touching the other or even facing each other. It literally looked like we were on some American teenage rom com so I started laughing. 

“You know you’re the first guy I share this bed with?” 

He’s still the only one. 

“Really?” He smiled. 

I nodded. 

“We might go down to history as the first two straight people who share a bed for no reason in a house alone and do nothing.” I pointed out.

“We might.” He shrugged next to me. 

I was grinning because the whole thing was beyond funny to me but I still had no clue of what was going on, whether he liked me or not, whether he wanted to do something or not. I didn’t understand a thing so I started mindlessly playing with the knot of my shorts, as I always do when I’m thinking- I always keep my hands busy. 

“Is that an invitation?” Only when he said that I realized I had actually untied my shorts and also, that he had been watching my hands playing with the knot. “Undoing your belt...” 

“No” I grinned “look, I’ll tie the bow again so you can undo it.” 

I turned my head and grinned at him and he just stared at me, a smile fixed on his face, but then again he had had that expression for hours. We had a bit of a staring contest but both of us were smiling and I wanted to kiss him.

“I don’t understand anything.” I confessed. 

“About what?” 

“About you!” I frowned. “About this.”  

He just stayed quiet, encouraging me to explain myself so I look back to the ceiling. 

“I mean when I asked you if you were playing dumb or if you just were dumb I was asking you if you had realized I was flirting with you and just dismissing it or if you just really didn’t know I liked you.” 

“Yeah well of course I had realized!” He turned his body sideways so he was fully facing me. “I just... I don’t know what you want.” 

“You don’t know what I want?” 

“I mean... I do know you want something to happen between us.” Thank God. “But before that happens, I just want you to know that I don’t have feelings for you.” 

I don’t think that hurt me, not even in that moment. I just remember I said “alright” and then I just stayed quiet but I wasn’t mad, I wasn’t hurt; I guess I just took those seconds because I finally understood. I was going to Italy on a month after that anyway so it wasn’t like I was expecting him to fall in love with me or anything and really I guess I just wanted to kiss him, like I had wanted since I met him.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t feel attracted to you though and of course it doesn’t mean I don’t want to have sex with you.” He explained. “But it’s important for me that you know perfectly well where my feelings stand because I wouldn’t want to like mess up our friendship, much less hurt you in any way so... I mean I can do the friends with benefits thing perfectly fine. I don’t know how you feel about that.” 

He granted me a moment of silence and I was so grateful, not only for the moment to myself and my thoughts but also for his honesty and how clear he had spelled out his thoughts. I thought in that moment that was all I wanted in my life, for someone to speak out their mind like that and not be afraid of just being open and to have things that clear, that spoken out, that clean. 

I still didn’t look at him. He had pretty much left everything on my hands and now my next move was important. I swallowed. The only thing I knew was I wasn’t going to lie to him so I decided I’d do the same thing he had just done and maybe together we could decide what was wiser. 

“Okay.” I started and he licked his lips, ready to listen to me. “Well first of all, thank you for your clarity.” 

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head as if dismissing my gratitude but I still felt very grateful for that. 

“And I want to give you the same so I won’t lie to you. I do like you, like I do have feelings for you. However,” He nodded. I guess he could work with that. “That doesn’t mean I want a relationship or anything. I mean after all I’m going to Italy in a month and I wouldn’t want to go on my year abroad on like a brand new relationship so... And I mean I’m not jealous, like at all, so that means despite me having feelings for you, uh, you could like, be with whoever you want I really wouldn’t mind that so... Uh, right now I’m just thinking.” 

“Okay.” He chuckled. “You can think.” 

“Thanks.” I chuckled too. 

We stayed like that for I don’t know how long until I made up my mind and then I just turned my head against the pillow so I was facing him. 

“What I like about this is that we just talked about how we feel and like all the cards are on the table and still it doesn’t feel awkward, does it?” 

“Yeah, I know, you’re right. I was thinking the same thing.” 

“Isn’t it nice? I mean I’m very... Comfortable here, like... I don’t feel any tension or anything.” 

“Right.” 

“But” I raised my eyebrows at him “now that you have made everything clear I do have to tell you, man, you’re terrible at flirting.” I confessed, making him laugh. “Like for real you had me completely fool like saying you were not trying to make me feel special, that you were not flirting with me like what was that?” 

“Well” he chuckled “I don’t know. Actually on the car? When I said I wasn’t trying and you just got out of the car I actually thought to myself gosh you’re an idiot and like I could tell I was messing up but I just couldn’t stop.” 

I threw my head back and laughed out loud at his comment. 

“But I mean” he said “it was pretty clear anyway like I did come all the way here just to watch The Lion King” he frowned. 

“It was a great movie.” I defended and he chuckled. 

“Yeah, sure, but” he lifted his palms to the ceiling as if saying but come one and I laughed at his confessions. 

I liked that he would just tell me these things. I shook my head and stared at the ceiling again. For the first time that night I wasn’t nervous anymore. 

“And then you put on those fucking shorts which are pretty much undies and... I mean you looked so good tonight with that fucking see-through top... You gotta understand.” 

I grinned at him. I looked down at his lips. Come on, come on. He just had to lean like five centimeters and his lips would be on mine. Come on! I didn’t say anything further but just stared at him and I saw his eyes roaming my body. I intensified my breathing. Come on, just fucking kiss me already. 

I got even closer to him until I could feel his breath on my cheek and he delicately brought his hand to my hip and held me in place so that I wouldn’t move. I smiled. He wasn’t going to kiss me. 

“Come on.” He whispered. 

I almost rolled my eyes. We were both waiting for the same thing. 

“You come on.” I whispered back. 

He pressed a kiss to my cheek and even if it had been just a long peck and it wasn’t the first time he pecked my cheek, it was the first time he did it like that. I can’t even say what went through my mind in that moment but like that I just held his hand on mine, turn around and pressed my back against his chest, my bum on his lap and I said:

“Okay, let’s spoon.” 

He just held me. He moved his hand until he was wrapping my waist and then he held me close to him. I could feel his breathing on the back of my ear and it was so quiet I could listen to it too. I was afraid of making a sound that would break the atmosphere and then in that moment I felt such a heavy weight falling on top of us, as if someone had just thrown an iron blanket over us two. Every little movement of his fingers against the skin of my belly was magnified. It was as if he was touching my entire body just by moving his finger a tiny milimeter and the way he smelled and how warm he was... I had never felt more tensed in my entire life. I brought my knees closer to my belly and mindlessly press my bum against him. My breathing caught on my throat when I felt his arousal.

“Well now I just have to put up with this.” He said. 

“Okay now I can feel the tension.” I confessed. 

I turned my head so I was facing the ceiling once again and he lifted his from the pillow. His hands caressed my waist as I turned my body so I was facing him and then we were the closest we had ever been and his hands were already on my warm skin under my t-shirt. 

“Just kiss me.” I begged. 

“I already kissed you on the cheek, the next step is yours. That’s how it goes.” 

“Are you serious?” 

“Yes, I want you to be the one who starts this.” He smiled. 

I had never felt more powerful in all my life and deep down I knew he wanted that just to feel in some way upper, kind of premium, but to be honest I didn’t even mind. I was fed up with that thing that guys had to hit on girls and it couldn’t be the other way around and I was glad he had been that honest with me and that he was giving me this opportunity of breaking the stereotype and the standard set. I could have easily just turned around again and keep torturing him with my body against his and I knew that would have worked and he would have given up and kiss me himself but I was desperate to kiss him too so instead I just pressed my lips against his and his response didn’t take a split of a second. 

The moment I pressed my lips against his he was kissing me back and he even moaned against my mouth and he pushed me against the mattress and hovered above me and I had never felt more wanted. His excitement was evident as it pressed against my thigh and I devoured his mouth like a hungry cub getting fed for the first time and enjoyed the sounds he made, the groans, the sighs, the growls. 

Those were all things I had read about a lot, I had also written about them, but I had only had sex once, despite what all my friends thought, and somehow even though I probably should have felt nervous or shy or novice; maybe it was the way he sounded or the desperation in the way he grabbed my body and his tongue pushed against mine; but I felt so sexy, so confident on my own skin. 

I was still wearing my pyjamas and he still had his t-shirt and his boxers on but we were just kissing for I don’t know how long, just letting the other discover our own mouths and letting our own tongues discover the taste of the other. Oh God he was such a good kisser... Up to this day I haven’t yet met a better kisser. I loved how it felt- his wet mouth, his full lips, his angry tongue claiming mine, his breath dying on my throat... 

His hands were all over my body but I could tell he was still timid because they would caress my breasts but he wouldn’t dare to grab them even though I knew he wanted to for they would keep coming back to my chest and every time he’d dare a little more pressure. I was dying for him to make me his in as many ways as possible, but I was also enjoying the discovery, the shyness and my writer’s mind was romanticizing everything but it was also making me realize that that was the first and the last time it was going to be the first time for the next time- if there was even going to be another- he wouldn’t be this self-conscious- he would know what he could do and what not then- and it wouldn’t feel so new so I had to enjoy that and let my body notice that with every caress of hiss. 

His hands then slipped under the hem of my t-shirt and he just ran them across my skin as if he was straightening it. I felt like I was made of sand and he was sculpting me, very carefully and with a lot of caution. I was a moaning mess on his mouth. My hands had been under his t-shirt for quite some time now and I had been silently enjoying the way his muscles felt under my fingertips- I could feel them all- the trapezius, the deltoides, the latissimus dorsi- and they were all moving in sync as he slowly and I’m sure mindlessly thrusted his hips against mine. My legs were wide opened for him so I could feel him rock hard against my entrance and I caressed his back bringing his t-shirt up until he lifted his arms for me to take it off. 

My plan worked because then he grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my chest, pulling back from our kiss to admire my chest from the distance his back allowed. His eyes moved frantically along my skin before he looked up at my face and I remember I felt funny when I saw his lips for they were swollen and red and it was all my doing. I felt like a naughty girl. 

With a confidence I didn’t know I had, I started moving my own hips against his and I took very care in watching his every expression. His brows went closer for a second in a fleeting frown and his lips parted and he just held his weight over me as I moved my hips in circles feeling his arousal pressing against my hot skin. I brought my hand to his cheek, pulling his face closer to me so I could kiss him. 

“I’m so hard for you.” 

I smiled against his mouth. Once again I felt like he had read one of those texts I had read so many times where the guy would say that and he was just saying all those things and acting like that just to please me for I had always thought those were the kind of things girls write about and romanticize but never actually happened and it made me feel so good to be wrong about that. I felt like I was living what so many other people had written about. 

“This is not fair. I’m here on my underwear and you still have these fucking shorts, even though they’re like undies... But take them off. I want you in your underwear.” 

I gave myself a mental high five for choosing matching underwear that night and I lifted my hips from the mattress, allowing him to bring my shorts to my ankles before I kicked them off. He chuckled and shook his head when he saw my matching underwear and once again I brought his mouth closer to mine so he would kiss me again like he had done before. 

We started a perfectly synchronised dance, twirling our hips so that they would find and then hide from one another and in that moment I swore I could have lived from his moans alone. I remember I just wanted that moment to last forever and despite the heat that our bodies were creating- sweat was starting to creep at the back of my neck- I remember I thought I wanted time to freeze so that I would always feel like that and nothing but him would ever touch me again. 

When I thought I couldn’t feel any better than I was feeling at the moment, his hand travelled from my waist up to my chest and he finally dared to cup my breast and gently squeezed it on his hand. I moaned out loud and he groaned and I could only figure he wasn’t controlling his throat either. His hand then pressed against my stomach as he thrusted hard against my hips and I pulled my mouth back from his so I could get a deep breath of air in my lungs because I was feeling all wet, even my lungs were feeling wet, and I was afraid I was going to suffocate. He started kissing my neck then and his fingers moved down to my core and he ran his four fingers up my lace covered folds, his thub resting against my inner thigh. I thought I was going crazy. He then started pressing firm but slow circles against my clit as he kissed the skin of my neck and his tongue timidly traced my jaw line. 

I couldn’t do anything but moan, couldn’t even control my eyelids, and I felt as if I was about to go somewhere very far away and not come back for the next few hours. I swear I wasn’t even feeling the mattress anymore and then I listened to the elastic of my undies as he grabbed it and slipped his fingers underneath and then I felt his warm fingers collecting some of the wetness before he slipped them inside me and I wanted to scream out loud so that I could get some of the heavy tension I was feeling all the way from my belly to my chest out of my body. And yet despite the heavy tension that was pulling my chest down and making it hard to breathe, at the sime time I felt as if I wasn’t one pound heavy, as if I was not even there, and it was the first time in my life I felt a total disconnection between my body and something else, and I was very aware of everything- of his thumb moving against my center, two of his fingers going in and out, of all the blood running in my veins and going to that one bundle of nerves that was growing and swelling and my head spinning around; but at the same time it all felt like it wasn’t mine and I felt myself at the edge of becoming undone. 

“Do you have a condom?” 

I whispered against his mouth for I didn’t have one despite it being my home because as I said I had only had sex once and it had been more than a year prior; but I wanted to feel him. I was so desperate to have him inside of me and to feel my walls stretching as he made his way inside me and claim my body his. 

“Yes.” He whispered back. “Do you want me to get it?” 

“Yeah.” 

I didn’t have to say it twice. He just got up, grabbed his wallet and in a second he was back on top of me with the little tin fold grasped between his fingers and he pressed his lips against mine, brushing my hair away from my face with his palm. 

“Are you sure?” He whispered again. 

“Yes.” 

With my verbal confirmation he sat down on the side of the bed and gave me his back as he rolled the condom. I didn’t look because I wanted to give him some privacy, the way he had done it, turning from me, kind of made me think he was a bit nervous about it and I didn’t want to make it harder for him so I respected his privacy. I don’t remember how Jack, the other guy I had had sex with, had done it but now that I think about it I don’t think I had seen him rolling the condom on either. I was just glad he hadn’t asked me to put it on because I have no idea how to do it- I don’t even know what a condom looks like when it’s not on a dick if I’m honest. 

He hovered over me and kissed me when he was ready but he didn’t get inside me yet and I was about to pull from his hair hard until he fucking thrusted inside me because I swear I couldn’t take it anymore but instead he just rested both hands on the sides of my head and then he pulled back and pecked my cheek and then the angle of my jaw and then my pulse and my collarbone and finally he wrapped his mouth around my nipple and lightly sucked and my back arched so my spine lifted from the mattress and as a result I was pressing my breasts further against his face. With one of his hands he cupped and squeezed my other breasts as he licked and sucked the other and I kept thrusting my hips against his, hugging the lowest part of his back with my ankles and pressing my heels on the soft dimples of his back. 

I remember I started feeling my own skin so soft but somewhat heavy and I remember how much I liked the contrast with his for he was so much paler than I was because it was the middle of summer so I was very tanned and he was also somewhat colder than me. I ran my hands down his back and noticed the thin layer of sweat that covered his skin and before I could think of anything his mouth was back on mine and he brought his hand down and grabbed his arousal. 

The next thing I remember is how I felt as if all the nerves in my body where forming a circular web and the center was right between my legs and then the nerves extended themselves all the way down my legs till the tip of my very toes and all the way up my stomach and to my arms and my neck and then he was pushing the exact center of it with every thrust so I felt like all my nerves were being pulled and released, pulled and released and I was afraid my skin was going to break and all those nerves were going to be exposed and then I’d feel like I was more than naked and we would both burn into flames for I could literally feel the electricity, every connection, every time he thrusted inside me. 

He started slowly but I don’t remember I needed much time to adjust to his size and it was only when I changed the position of my hips, granted him with a new angle, when he sped up the rhythmn; and the entire time he had been sloppily kissing me and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

“I don’t think I’m gonna last long” he excused himself against my mouth “I’m so fucking turned on... And, my God, you feel so good.” 

I pushed my tongue inside his mouth, wanting him to shut up, and I wished I could form coherent sentences to ask him to just listen to the way our skins sounded together, to our weight pushing down the mattress with every thrust. I wanted him to listen to our rhythmn as I was listening to it. One, two, three... I thought it was the most relaxing sound in the world. I also wanted to tell him how good he was making me feel, how fucking amazing he was at this and how I wished my channel would be velvety so he felt as welcome as he was inside me; but all I could do was kiss him and let my throat whimp. 

“Oh God!”

My mind went from black to all kind of colours and I swore I was seeing the entire galaxy behind my eyelids when he started thrusting the fastest he could muster in and out of me until all of a sudden he stopped. 

“Oh, no, don’t stop!” 

“Yeah I don’t want to stop either but if I don’t I’m cumming.” He pressed a kiss to my lips, surely trying not to make them purse. “And I want this to last.” 

He smiled as he kissed me again and I chuckle against his mouth, playfully pushing his tongue with mine, and allowing him to calm down as he kissed me. 

“You’re so soft, Anna.” He whispered before he licked a stripe on my neck. “And so warm. You’re driving me crazy.” 

“Jesus Christ.” I sighed. “You feel amazing.” 

He grinned at me as he resumed the movements of his hips and despite his attempt of calming down so it would last longer, his hands moved down to my ass and he squeezed it as he pressed me against him, thrusting fast and deep inside me and moaning against my neck until we both reached it together. 

I was out for a second or two and when my conscience came back, I felt him completely resting on top of me like a dead weight. With the little strenght I had left I brought one of my hands to his hair and caressed his skull as I hugged him close to my chest and I felt him fighting for the control of his breathing for a minute or two. 

“Fuck.” 

He lifted his head from my chest when he had gained some composure back and he gave me a toothy grin before he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. He kissed me slowly, lifting some weight from my body.

“Did you cum?” He worried. 

“Yeah.” I pecked his lips. “You know, it was the first time I came at the same time.” 

“We came together?” 

He grinned and I nodded pushing his curly hair back from his face and kissing him again. 

“Yeah. You really didn’t notice?” I chuckled. 

“I noticed it on my hand before but not this one. Sorry I was so gone.” He chuckled. “That was crazy.” 

I chuckled until he kissed me again. 

“I need to go to the toilet.” He said. 

“Okay.” 

With that he got up and went to the toilet, I guess to freshen up, but I still needed a moment for my blood to reach my legs again so I just laid there for a couple more minutes before I got up and went to the other bathroom to clean up. 

I came back before he did so I was already lying in bed in fresh underwear when he arrived. He put on his boxers and lie down next to me. I didn’t know what to do next because I hadn’t had a friend with benefits before so I didn’t know if after fucking you just acted as if nothing had happened or if you were allowed to cuddle with them so I just lie there like a dead person and wait for him to show me what was supposed to happen next. 

He searched for my mouth and pressed some innocent kisses against my lips and then he hugged me and caressed my skin, pressing soft kisses on my shoulder or my arm or anywhere his lips would reach so I caressed his arm as he draw figures on my bare skin. I was happy he was affectionate and it almost felt as if that moment of intimacy, the cuddle after the sex, was better than the sex itself. 

[jordm]

Heartland 11x02- Highs and Lows review

This episode, we have Cass, Caleb, Lisa AND Peter back for their season 11 debut. Holy moly! Cannoli! (So I don’t know where I was going with that but it totally rhymed & I do like Cannoli). Anyways, here we go.

I’ll start off by saying I loved the opening sequence where Amy (Amber) herding the animals in the beginning because not only do I love seeing Amy ride but it’s also how I imagine Amber doing chores around her house, with Remi following close. And it honestly, just feels so natural to see.

Overall, I thought this episode was a high.... no pun intended ;)

TY & AMY

At the top, Ty still seems protective but this time it doesn’t bug me because Ty does seem to catch himself and Amy seems amused by it. And frankly, I am too. It’s his first time leaving his girls behind and it just felt like a natural reaction from Ty as someone whose leaving for his first day. I loved that last lingering look Ty gives to Amy/Lyndy before he leaves. It shows his love for them... and that he doesn’t want to go even though he really really should. Because dear god, he’s been off for like a year and they have expenses to pay!

Them finding out about Georgie’s parents and her experience in foster care, made Amy and Ty think about their will. They didn’t want Lyndy to have to go through that if they were to ever both die. Let’s go through their options:

Jack & Lisa - too old (or not as young as they used to be). And let’s face it, not great options since if they do die, I’m sure they wouldn’t want to have to care of an infant and enjoy their retirement. Plus, chances are they can still see Lyndy regardless of who Amy and Ty choose.

Tim & Casey / Lou - Well, frankly, they’re just all over the place. We don’t know where Casey is and Tim has his past issues which we know will come up again, not to mention Lou is never home. If Lou was home more often and regularly, I would argue that Lou would be a better option than....

Cassandra & Caleb - definitely an option, especially after Amy witnessed Caleb holding Lyndy and talking to her, and furthering their case, when Ty witnessed how affectionate they were when they adopted Jasper. Seriously, how cute was Jasper?!

... yeah, Cass and Caleb definitely seem like the best option at the present moment and because of Michelle Morgan’s seemingly reduced role in the show this season (or as they know, Lou basically lives in NYC half the time), Amy & Ty seemed to agree, luckily- so did Cass & Caleb! 

CASS & CALEB

Of course, the minute Amy leaves, of course Lyndy cries, however I loved seeing Amy’s reaction to Caleb bonding with Lyndy, despite the frightened look on his face when Lyndy starting crying. They also adopt a dog named Jasper and it’s also really really cute and adorable with how they interact with the Jasper. I have also used the word cute way too much in this section... oops. 

I still don’t know much about their marriage, except that they are ready for the responsibility of a dog & being the parents in the case of both Ty & Amy’s death. So. That was disappointing but also not wholly unexpected. More Cass & Caleb please! 

LISA & JACK

Oh Lisa, how I’ve missed you on our screen! How I’ve missed seeing Fairfield, it’s been a few seasons for sure, even though I think there could have been way more Lisa & Lisa/Jack scenes but y’know. We can’t all have nice things.

Anyways, one of the name “Fernand LeForte” sent Lisa flowers and this sent Jack to Fairfield. Lisa says that in France, they talked investments and that’s why he was sending her flowers. As a viewer, I’m sure there’s more to this truth. Nothing is ever as it seems; further, at that moment I’m also positive it’s nothing bad, but something that could get ugly with misunderstandings. 

Eventually, Jack looks up Fernand on the super convenient world wide web, where Amy calls Fernand, not just a real estate agent, but “the worlds’ best looking real estate agent.” Yikes. I mean, if that photo was Fernand then he looks like half of Lisa’s age... so i’m thinking she isn’t having an affair?

But thank god Jack is an adult and instead of moping or assuming things, he ASKS Lisa about Fernand... and what Lisa says isn’t what he thought. 

The assumption: Fernand is someone who likes Lisa and wants to... date her? Or something? I’m not sure what Jack was implying but it definitely wasn’t the truth

The truth: Lisa is broke because no one is buying high end horses as much anymore and she’s renting her house in France so she doesn’t have to lay off any of her staff because they have families and mortgages y’all. I love Lisa and her big heart. Such an angel. 

I loved this conversation between Lisa and Jack. It show’s how mature they are; despite Lisa not telling Jack initially. Once confronted with the truth, they don’t make it worse by covering up the truth. They were able to have a mature, sensible conversation without getting angry that the other kept a secret from the other. 

It was also nice to see SOMEONE struggling financially. Logically, it should be Amy & Ty since well... obvious reasons so Lisa being broke came out of left field, but it gave me a belief of realism, that not everyone on Heartland is well off and never struggles with money anymore (since we haven’t heard about it the last few seasons)

Which leads me to a few questions: Does this mean more Lisa this season since she has absolutely no excuse to be in France anymore? How broke is broke for Lisa? And how long has she been broke for? If all she had to do was lay off a few trainers she couldn’t have been that broke... right? Anyways I’m glad Lisa is back on my screen & I hope for more Lisa soon.

GEORGIE 

(Warning, this section is long!)

We find out early on that Jeff had the article about the drunk driver and he didn’t want to give it to Georgie until she was older. As much as I loved this Jeff mention, I don’t understand why Jeff would send this to Georgie with little to no explanation when he knows it will affect Georgie and he should/will need to be there for her; since out of everybody, he knows what it feels like the most. Heck, he lived it. 

But I supposed, the actor wasn’t available and I will assume Jeff and Georgie talked on the phone about this. But let’s be honest, I just really wanted a Jeff appearance. Doesn’t Jeff only live a few hours away somewhere else in Calgary? My memory is failing me.

When Jade seems visibly worried about Georgie going to visit Charles, one must think it must not be such a hot idea. But she’s a good friend so she goes with her. Some things I noted:

- Georgie must be driving, so she must’ve gotten over her fear of driving? That’s a plus. 

- Did anyone think that maybe Jade should have been driving? I know it’s Georgie’s car but like, someone must have thought that Georgie driving was not the best idea especially given the situation. 

Georgie wants to put the “genie back in the bottle,” once the truth comes out but we (and probably deep down Georgie) that this is not a good idea. One way or another this fear/past will manifest and it’s best to face it head on to prevent it from coming up at an inconvenient time, like say while in a jumping competition? Luckily, she has the support of her family to get her through this.

Enter Peter. Jack calls Peter since Georgie really could use the support, because she literally has no parents around. +1 for jack realizing having parents around is good and for communicating with Peter about Georgie’s whereabouts/happenings despite him living so far away (or a 30 minute plane ride as @the-real-tc so pointed out). and +1 for Peter for realizing he needs to be there for Georgie and catching a flight asap. 

With her father’s encouragement, she agrees to talk to Charles. And for what it’s worth Charles did seem truly sorry. He seems to have realized how his actions impacted Georgie, have truly changed and turned his life around. With him having a family, I personally think that it made him realize what he took away from Georgie. Georgie, although realizing this, could not forgive Charles, to the complete understanding of all parties, but of course she was able to turn it around and make the best amends she could... by making Charles promise to love his daughter everyday, and by therein turn realizing everything Peter has done for her. 

Upon rewatch, I also realized that making amends with Georgie probably also helped Charles move on as well. Not that I would know, but I imagine if you caused an accident and innocent lives to die, you would live with so many regrets; regrets that aren’t usually fully realized because you can’t/won’t confront the victim’s family to apologize; regrets that nag at you the rest of your life. Thereby, this conversation gave both Georgie and Charles CLOSURE (not forgiveness). And sometimes, closure is the best you can ask for when it’s something this serious and it’s all you need to move on (but never forget).

ANYWAYS, this seemed to have freed her from her past, knowing that while she can’t forgive, she can make amends with what happened and move on, with the support of her family. It was so great to see Peter and Georgie bonding, something I feel like I we have seen so rarely lately, and I hope we get to see this more.

PETER

I loved Peter being a good father and flying back to be with Georgie, despite her reservations. in the end he’s the one who ends up getting through to Georgie and being there for her when she talks to Charles, encouraging (but not forcing) her to face her fears and talk to Charles, and the one who was there when she woke up from her nightmare. 

I’m so glad Georgie acknowledged that she needs and loves her father; the first happy family memory she had since her parents died. Peter has, have and will continue to do everything to be there for Georgie

TIM & MITCH

Frankly, I’m surprised that Mitch even came when Tim called since he doesn’t even work there. Of note, Mitch didn’t know Lou turned down Peter... SO HOW DID SHE GET THE CASH TO KEEP MAGGIE’S GOING??!?!?!? Like seriously. I need an explanation here. 

Speaking of the Dude Ranch..., with Lou gone is she neglecting the dude ranch? Is it on purpose? Did she not have someone running it at one point in her absence? So many questions! But one can imagine no one has been taking care of it since she has been gone since it’s been so dusty, plus the skunk appearance, which was pretty stinkin’ cute... also, no pun intended ;) Let’s add the dude ranch to list of things suffering in Lou’s absence. 

Tim calling Mitch trooper shows that he still respects Mitch, and might even miss having him around the ranch, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. Jack missing Mitch around the ranch only makes sense and I feel like Tim may have told Mitch that as a cover up. He did thank Mitch for his skunk help... which I think Mitch was surprised at, because Tim is not the person to say ‘thank you’ or show gratitude as easily as others.

“Thanks for your help trooper” 

- Tim

Another favourite moment of this episode was at the end when Tim was on the phone bragging to Lou about how he saved $300... only to find out the duvet cost twice as much and he actually lost money. Oh Tim. 

Side note: Are duvet’s REALLY $600?! 

PROOF THAT GEORGIE HAS A GREAT SUPPORT SYSTEM

- Jade being a good friend and almost forcing Georgie to tell the family about her visiting Charles. Because if she didn’t then this fear/issue/past might continue to haunt her which will not do any good for the future.

- Jack being a good great-grand father and calling Peter since Lou can’t be around (and she literally has no parents around at the moment); knowing that Georgie knows her parents.

- The whole family being there for Georgie and Amy knowing intuitively that something was bugging Georgie and on her mind when she wasn’t able to jump successfully; and not pushing the issue, knowing that hopefully Georgie will tell when she’s ready. 

FAVOURITE QUOTE

“I only remember my life without them and it was pretty bad before I come here. I can’t forgive you for something I don’t remember, but you can make me a promise instead. Promise me you’ll tell Jillian you love her everyday..

and when she’s a teenager, be the kind of dad who flies in from anywhere even when she tells him she doesn’t need him, because the truth is, she loves him and needs him, even though she doesn’t say it enough.” 

- Georgie Fleming-Morris

SONGS IN THIS EPISODE (@heartlandians)

Through the Fire - performed by Sion- Russell Jones

If you made it to the end of this, hopefully you found no grammar or spelling mistakes because I actually read it over once or twice. If you did. Eh. You got the point ;) Till next week!