#im gonna take a long ass bath jerk off pass out and answer asks

[fraternum-momentum]

okay sorry for the spam im just rlly excited and happy that im done and i get to draw again and do whatever i want without feeling guilty or constantly worry about shit and aughghqgshgwehwhegqhrgwjhr im just ahhhhhhhh im just so so so glad

[horansqueen]

okay, so I have this scenario in my mind that I keep thinking about and I think it would be great smut 💦💦 so could you please write this in more detail?? 💦💦💦

Imagine: y/n swimming in a small bikini while Niall sits sunbathing watching her. She keeps teasing him and even takes off her top. Niall gets hard and to teach her a lesson he gets up and pulls her out of the pool. He lays her down on his lap to spank her and after that, he fucks her so hard the neighbors could almost hear her moans.

But before he could finish he pulls out and turns her around so she's on her knees, he facefucks her while she plays with herself with one hand. He sees and immediately gets even more turned on and lays her back on the chair, he slowly enters her and she moans loud in pleasure

hi!!! i changed a few things but i think i kept the most important ones! i personally think it sucks for real but im posting because its written so i may as well :P 

1.9k. smut smut smut. Niall’s POV.

I couldn't stop watching her. It didn't matter how long we had been dating, she was still turning me on like the very first time we had sex, and it was new to me. Perhaps I had never been in love before but I knew this time, it was the real thing. I wanted to spend time with her and make plans with her for the future and that in itself was something I had never wanted before.

"Niall!"

I looked up at her, moving my sunglasses on my head before taking a sip of my beer. She swam closer to the edge of the pool and placed her arms on the side, sending me a big smile. I loved the way her wet hair stuck to her arms and I crossed my ankles, leaning my back against my chair slightly, still staring at her.

"Don't you want to come swim with me?"

"Maybe later, Y/N." I proposed with a small smile. "I'm a bit tired."

"Please, Nee, for me." she begged, sending me puppy eyes and making me chuckle.

"Later, babe."

She frowned for a second but her lips curled into a cheeky smile as she took a step back. "I think you should join me now."

I held my breath when she moved both her hands behind her back and my eyes remained on her chest until the top of her bathing suit fell on the water. I stared at her breasts now completely free as her top floated away in the pool. Her nipples were poking and I could see goosebumps on her skin because of the coldness of the water. She took an other step back and I almost choked on my own spit when she pushed water on her, making her nipples even harder than they already were.

I moved my upper body slightly closer as I felt my cock swell in my shorts, letting out a curse word under my breath. She knew what she was doing, and all that teasing was making my heart race and thump against my chest.

"So?"

"Get out of the pool." I quickly ordered roughly.

"What?"

"Ya heard me."

We stared in each other's eyes for a few seconds and finally, she started nibbling on her bottom lip and nodded. I watched her reach the side of the pool and pull herself out, water dripping from her legs down to the ground, and I made a quick head movement. She didn't wait, she just moved closer and when I could reach her, I pulled her on my lap. My eyes fell on her breasts again as I triedto resist the urge inside that made me want to run my tongue all over them and when I looked up, she was smirking at me, satisfied of the effect she had on me.

"You think it's funny?" I asked in a stoic tone.

Her smile fell and her lips parted as I waited for her answer. After a while, she shook her head but I pushed on her back, turning her body and feeling it slide on my thighs. I heard her whimper, a bit surprised by how rough I was, and I noticed she was holding herself with her hands on the ground as her ass was placed on my lap. I ran my hand on it slowly before slipping my hand between her legs. I pulled the fabric of her bathing suit to the side before pushing a finger inside her and smiled when she started squirming.

"You like teasing me? That deserves a lesson, don't you think, darling?"

Without waiting for her answer, I pulled her bottom down, exposing her ass, and spanked her hard. She whimpered and wiggled on my lap, making me smile. I slapped her ass again a few times, hard enough to leave a red hand print on her butt. I smirked more, caressing the sensitive spot a few times before spanking her one last time.

"Fuck, petal, can you feel how bad you turn me on?" I whispered, pulling on her bathing suit before throwing it away.

My eyes roamed on her naked form for a few seconds and I let one of my hands slide on her back and move to one of her breasts, grabbing it and making her whimper again.

"That's what you wanted, right?" I squeezed one of her hard nipples between two of my fingers and groaned low. "Come on, sit on me."

Slowly, she got up and pushed her dark hair behind her shoulders as she stood naked in front of me. I moved closer, letting my hands slide gently on her naked legs and thighs before gripping her waist and pulling her closer again. She straddled me and I quickly brought my mouth to one of her breasts, wrapping my lips around her nipple before feeling her hands in my hair.

"Take my cock out, pet. Sit on it and ride me."

She did exactly what I asked and I loved how obedient she was. It always made my cock even harder. I leaned against the chair and watched her move up and down on my cock very slowly as she held herself on the arm of the chair while passing her other hand in her hair. The sight was amazing and I let one of my hands slip on her thigh until I reached her pussy. I started rubbing her clit with my thumb and she moved faster over me, letting out a moan as her head fell back on her shoulders.

"Don't stop baby."

I reached down to grab my beer waiting next to my chair on the ground and brought it to my lips, my eyes never leaving my girlfriend's body. There was no way I would miss a move, a whimper or a facial expression. My thumb rubbed her clit faster and I could hear how wet she was. She started grinding against my hand and when I felt myself getting close, I stopped her and took a sip of my beer before putting it away again.

I got up too and gripped her hair hard, making her moan again and I didn't have to say anything. Slowly, she moved on her knees, using her towel to make sure she didn't hurt herself, and opened her mouth when I brought my hips closer.

"Good girl." I whispered again. "You're just craving my cock right now, aren't you?"

She didn't answer and I didn't give her time to do anything. Quickly, I pushed my cock on her mouth, holding her head close to me. I heard her gag and pulled away as she swallowed but she opened her lips against, making my lips curl in a smirk.

"So fucking needy, you're such a little slut, pet, I fucking love it." I added, tapping the tip of my dick against her tongue after she stuck it out. "Beg me to fuck your mouth."

"Mm please, please fuck my mouth, make me choke on your cock."

My grip tightened in her hair and I pushed my cock again in her mouth before pulling it out. Hearing her choke and gag on it a few times as I did that turned me on even more but she got used to it after a while and I started fucking her mouth harder and faster. It's only when my gaze dropped that I noticed her hand between her legs. She was sitting on her feet, her knees far apart while she rubbed two of her fingers on her clit, sometimes making them glide on her slit and pushing them inside her dripping pussy. I started seeing black spots and I knew I was about to cum. I took a step back and she let out a whimper that also sounded like a whine.

"Bet you're dripping right now petal, aren't you?"

She nodded quickly and I moved back closer, bending down to reach between her legs. I felt my cock twitch when I realized how wet she was and brought my hand to my tip, rubbing her juice slowly on it.

"Always so ready for me." I pointed out, looking at her. "Sit on the chair."

Once again, she got up and did what I told her to do, bringing her feet on the chair to expose her pussy to me. I could see her wetness all over her thighs and down her ass and I started at it as I jerked off slowly.

"You think you can keep quiet petal?"

"Mm, maybe?"

I chuckled and bend down a bit. "That means no."

I pushed myself inside her as she leaned her head on the back of the chair. My knees started hurting a bit but I couldn't stop pushing myself deeply inside her. She felt fucking amazing and I could feel her throb around my dick, squeezing it between her walls from time to time.

"Oh my god, Niall..." she moaned, gripping the arms of the chair so hard that her hands turned red. "Oh fuck!"

I brought my hand to her mouth, pushing my palm against it, and started fucking her as hard as I could, pushing her against the chair with every jerk of my body against hers.

"You're so fucking horny you can't keep quiet.. Can't let the neighbors hear now can we?" I whispered as her eyes fluttered open to look in mine. "You're gonna cum on my cock, darling, I want you to soak it."

It only took a few seconds until I saw her shake and felt her cum. Her eyes shut tight and one of her hands reached for my wrist as I pressed my hand more on her mouth. Her moans were muffled by it but I could still hear how hard she came and it quickly brought me to reach my own peak.

I pulled out and realized I had already started cumming as the rest of my cum landed all over her pussy. She let out a curse word in a low tone but I couldn't take my eyes off of the vestige of my orgasm dripping out of her pussy and sliding down to her ass. It covered almost all of her pussy and it made me reach for my dick again, squeezing it slightly and breathing in through my teeth.

"You're so fucking hot, I hope you know that."

I brought my hand closer and rubbed her clit for a few seconds before pushing one of my fingers inside her, bringing out more of my cum.

"You made me cum so hard." she admitted in a low whimper, making me look up at her.

She moved closer and cupped my face with her hands, bringing her lips against mine to kiss me slowly but deeply. The feeling of her mouth against mine made something stir in my stomach and my hands reached for her thighs as I caressed them gently.

"I love you." I murmured against her mouth. "I can never get enough of you."

She smiled and chuckled, nibbling on her bottom lip. "I hope you never do."

[stinkfacestories]

Bull’s Eye

"Vaaashended.." Iron bull cursed. He and the Inquisitor found themselves at a dead end. The room was filled with large steel trimmed boxes. There was no escape.

"We fight then" The Inquisitor drew his sword.

"Not this one, boss. I'm not one to turn away from a fight but we have no exit. The whole base will flood this room if they catch us." Bull said. He was feeling the wall for hidden doors. Sometimes these bandits were smarter than they looked. He tapped one of the crates. Then another. He found a hollow one. 

"Get in boss, we can hide till midnight then when there all asleep we can escape" Bull lifted the heavy hinged lid.

"You first" you said.

"Nah, if they find us I wanna be between you and the sharp edge of a weapon"

Bull lifted you up and set you in. He crawled in after. It was a tight fit for just a single human, let alone a qunari of bull’s swole size. The hatch was heavy though and when it closed it latched. A few moments of squirming and you were as comfortable as you were going to get.

The crate was well sealed, but not airtight. The body heat between you made you and Bull break out in a sweat.

"Boss? You good?"Bull asked.

"Good as I can be at the moment"

"That's your face I feel isn't it boss"

You paused. In the wriggling and wiggling to get the lid closed and be in a comfortable position Bull had squat squarely on your face.

"It is" you replied

You couldn't see but you bet Bull was smiling.

"Shit boss, I wasn't trying to. Here let me see if I can.." he tried to move. There was no way for his big body to fit inside the crate any other way. The shifting just resulted in his muscular cheeks slapping your nose side to side.

"It's fine, it's fine" you said, stopping him. 

He stopped. "Hopefully we won't be in here to long"

The sweat was bad enough, but you were privy to the noxious fumes and odors of Iron Bulls rear.

"Less then four fucking days and here I am giving the Inquisitor the world's longest Rik'na a'Ishi"

You were picking up a few qunari words since bull joined but that one was new.

"Oh. It's just a stupid kid thing. Bullies tend to do it to weaker boys in the houses. I think the closest translation in human terms is smell, or stink face. Care to guess why?"

You didn't need to think very hard. Your nose clued you in. "I can guess Bull. I got a good nose and I don't think you bathed in a while"

A normal Rik'na a'Ishi would only be a few seconds. Have a friend kneel behind the target, push him so he falls, then rub your ass in his face. 

"What's the point?" You ask.

"Kids being kids; make sure they know you're the dominant type; sometimes just for a laugh."

"From the outside I could see it being funny," you said.

Bull chuckled

"Yeah go on you can laugh" 

"No boss, it's not that. I can feel your breath and it tickles" Bull said.

You moved your face around in the darkness. You notice that your nose has wedged itself in a hole torn in Iron Bulls pants. You traced the curve of his taught skin till it found the hair mangled valley of his cheeks. The Iron Bull was going commando. Your nose jumped over the chasm. The way he had been squatting had peeled the cheeks apart slightly; there was still miles of nutty brown flesh between you and the bullseye.

"You got a hole in your pants I think" you said.

Bull chuckled. "Yeah, that was a good Farakes" He suddenly got real quiet, as if he let some secret slip.

"What's a Farakas?"

'It's nothing boss."

"Is it like a party?"

"No. Some things are best keep secret boss"

"Well now I really want to know. Tell me what is a Farakas?" You blew out your nose. If Bull wasn't going to tell you he could expect a lot of tickling.

"I'd nothing. It's like a belch.." he trailed off muttering something under his breath.

"I didn't catch that last part; say again?"

"It's like a belch..but from your ass."

"You split a hole in your pants with a fart?"

"No, I split it with a good fart." He shifted again. "It's bad luck in the quen to say the word fart when your trapped in a cramped place; doubly so if it's the Bull who has his ass wedged in your face"

You recall your times in the barracks as a soldier, your older brothers and uncles. "Give me some credit Bull, I'm no featherweight mage."

"Oh boss, I know you're as badass as they come, but you don't know how bad the bulls ass can be. You know how Cullen keeps getting reports about a bear roaming around the camp at night but can't seem to find it?"

You had read the reports. For the past three nights just before dawn the night watchmen had been reporting low and long growling sounds. They were expecting a bear woken from hibernation, but they had yet to find any signs of the creature.

"Those are me," Bull said. "A sure sign I'm about to wake up is me letting slip with some slow growling juicy ones"

You shuddered "Maybe when we're back at base we can share a drink and I can experience this legendary beast. From a safe distance downwind that is."

You heard Bull's stomach groan. It was the cry of a tortured soul.

"If we have to stay in here much longer you may get to experience it up close. I'm gonna pinch it off as long as I can boss" Bull said.

What felt like hours passed. Guards kept coming in on routine patrols, none the wiser that two stowaways were crammed in one of their boxes. Your shoulder had begun to cramp. You needed to stretch it. With some working you managed to press it between Bull's legs.

"Woah, boss. Hello." Bull jerked as your arm ran along something long and rubbery.

You gave it a squeeze. "Feels like some sort of toy snake?"

You heard bull chirp. "Close boss. That's my toy snake"

You let go, red in the face. “Im sorry Bull I didn't mean to” “It's all good boss; I just usually like to know someone more than a few days before we get to the tug of war.”

Frantically you try and think of a way to change the topic, only to fail utterly by asking “So, what's got you so excited?” You squint so hard. You wish you could slap your own face. Of all the things to ask.

“Well I was just thinking about the last time I ripped one in someone’s face. The chargers and I were on the storm coast. We were waiting for some nobles to finish whatever shit nobles do when they are together. I was leaning on a rock just watching the waves. In and out. In and out. Really hypnotic. Guess I nearly dozed off. Snapped back to life when I let off a real tak’rethanka-- the wet roar of a dragon--. Rocky and Grim were behind me at the time. Poor grim took the brunt of the black. Rocky was ok. Nutty dwarf lost most of his sense of smell working with explosives. Grim though. That was the last day I remember Grim talking. Now he just grunts. I think I may have melted something in the guys brain, ya know boss?”

As Bull talked about the past you could feel his big rubbery snake bobbing and weaving up and down over your arm.

“That’s the kinda thing that gets you… excited… bull?” You say.

“Shiiit boss. No one really knows about that. I'm not usually with someone this long talking with them having my ass in their face. I’m into some weird shit aint I boss?” “Bull, if it's one thing I've learned about the world so far, it that there is too much crazy shit to worry about what makes people happy. If it makes you feel good I say do it.” You tell him.

“You’re alright boss. More than all right. Don't you worry though I won't let it mess with the job. And i'll make sure your plenty clear before I let rip” Bull says.

“That's gonna be kinda hard in here don't ya think. My face has been wedged in your ass for over an hour.” “I can hold it back boss”  Bulls stomach whined again, this time louder. “This is a nasty one though. It's taking all my willpower to keep the beast at bay.”

“Just get it over with and let it rip. I don't want you to explode” You tell him.

“Nah I can't do that boss. This is a real bad one.”

“I know you want to Bull.” “No, no I want nothing of the sort” He tells you.

You reach out and slap his rubbery cock. “Your ardor gives you away. Trust is important, and truth is the basis of trust. You want to do this.”

Bull cursed in qunlat. “You see right through me boss.” He shifted again, “By the way I wanted to ask. That thing you do with your sword when you draw it. Where did you learn that?” “Well it's a funny story, a few years ago” You start, but you never got to finish the story. As soon as he had distracted you, bulls cheeks let fly with a low rumbling fart. It was like staring into the mouth of a dragon. It washed over you like rain. The entire crate vibrated. Your nose was assaulted with the smell of fresh steaming shit. Bull was a consummate master of the gassy arts. He could have just let things out in one monstrous crack, but he metered it out, just enough to maintain a low droning hum. He caught you mid breath so you were forced to breath in a lung full through your nose. Your eyes watered. Suddenly you knew why Grim may have lost his ability to speak. 

The rest was silent.

You and Bull were in a sauna now. The floor was wet with buckets worth of sweat between you too. Bull just let out a sigh. 

“I tell you boss, very few things feel as good as letting it out after you’ve held it that long.” There was no answer. “Boss? Are you still alive down there?” You coughed. “...Bull” you weakly groan out. Alive, but possibly barley. “How in the the maker can you make such a thing inside you”

Bull was blushing again. “I know. I know. I'm a master. Bet you regret giving me the permission eh boss?” “Shit no Bull. Out of all the farts I’ve ever been privy to in my life, that one will go down as the most epic, the most legendary. You have my permission to let rip whenever, wherever, you want.” Bull stifled a belly laugh. “I don't think the camp guards are gonna be happy about that.” “If anyone gives you trouble, you have my permission to sit on their heads. You can even sit on mine again if you ever want” You tell him.

There was a tender silence between you. As if you were both having a conversation about something more meaningful than farting.

“Boss….” Bull said. “Feel free to say no if this is outta line but, after this mess here is over. Do you wanna fuck?”

[capmaverick]

Day Two: Explosion

[Warning: Dark/Mature themes]

Fire sirens cut through the cold New York air.

The streets were lit bright, even in the dead of night, painted orange and yellow. Manhattan was jerked awake by a thunderous roar and screaming from the streets.

“The bar! The bar’s on fire!”

“Someone blew it up! I seen ‘em!”

“Were there people in there? I see people!”

In the midst of the uproar, Jack Kelly scrambled through the streets, running towards the blaze. MacLaren's Pub. Not popular to anyone except the poor kids of this city. His fellas had a habit of hanging around there after hours, and today had been no different.

“Albert! Racer! Elmer! Specs!” he screamed through the crowd, desperately shoving people out of the way as he searched for his boys. For a terrified moment, he couldn’t find them. His heart caught in his chest and his breath stopped as his face was bathed in the light of the flames.

Jack almost passed out when he saw a group of boys huddled away from the fire on the sidewalk. He would recognize his fellas anywhere.

“Damn, fellas. Don’t give me a heart attack like that,” Jack said, moving over to them, clasping Albert on the shoulder.

All the boys were staring at the burning building with terror.

“Wha-”

It was then that Jack realized that one of them was missing.

“Where’s Racetrack?”

No one answered.

“Where the hell is Race?” he asked again, voice getting louder.

It was Elmer who spoke up, “He was playin’ cards last I saw ‘em. We told ‘im we was leavin’ and he said he was gonna play one more round.”

Jack froze. Every fiber in his body turned against itself as his eyes fell on the building again. Racer, one of his boys, his second in command, was inside.

His feet were moving before he could stop himself. The only thing that stopped him from running into the burning building was Albert’s hands on his shoulders.

“Jack! That’s suicide,” he snapped, yanking him back into the group.

“I don’t care!”

“We’ll we do!”

Jack stopped short, looking around at the faces of the younger boys, all of them scared out of their minds. They needed him to be here for them, even if that meant not knowing if Racer was alive or dead.

He needed to stand up for his fellas. He needed to protect them.

“Okay.”

They were all silent for a long time, staring at the fire, watching what used to be their bar burn down to the ground, along with everyone who got stuck inside. People they had known and cared about; fellas that were family.

Since the day he met him, Racer was like a little brother to Jack. He was damn good at what he did, and worked the streets as good as any Newsie. He could outsell Jack in a heartbeat if he so dreamed it. That was why he had wanted him as his second in command the second he took over Manhattan. The two of them looked over the city together and Jack was grateful for Race for more reasons than one.

They were brothers. Family.

And he was gone.

No, Kelly. He ain’t gone. You ain’t seen a body. Until you sees a body, he ain’t gone.

“What the ‘ell‘s goin’ on?” a concerned voice asked from behind Jack. He almost didn’t turn, but the voice was familiar.

“Spot?”

The King of Brooklyn stood behind him, arms crossed over his chest, eyes wide as he looked at the burning building in front of them. He didn’t bother looking Jack in the eye as he snapped a response.

“Answer the question, Kelly.” There was venom in his voice, but Jack could sense a deep set panic he was doing a fairly impressive job of hiding.

“Don’t know fo’ sure,” he said, shaking his head. Spot shouldn’t even be here; it was far from Brooklyn and it was late. Before he was given the chance to speculate, Spot was grabbing a fistful of the front of his shirt.

“Where is he?” he asked, voice low so only Jack could hear him.

“What?”

“Where is he?” Spot repeated, speaking slowly, each word deadlier than the last.

So that was why he was here. To see Racer. It made sense; Jack knew the two were close and spent a considerable amount of time together. Of course that was why here.

In a split second, Jack had to decide if he wanted to lie and avoid a soaking or tell the truth and risk getting beat by Spot there and now. The King of Brooklyn was full of rage and obviously not in a very good emotional place right now.

But Jack could see the pain in Spot’s eyes; could hear the worry in his voice. He deserved to know the truth.

“Last we knows, he was inside.”

Jack didn’t have the chance to even finish the sentence before Spot was throwing him down to the street, sprinting off towards the burning building. He was back on his feet in a heartbeat, chasing after Spot.

“Conlon,” he said, grabbing his arm to stop him. Spot didn’t miss a breath as he spun around, fist already swinging. It connected with Jack’s jaw, and he felt his lip break against his tooth.

But he didn’t let go.

“You ain’t good to no one dead.”

“But Race-”

“I know! Trust me,” he took a deep breath, centering himself. “I know. He might not ev’n be in there. You gotta use your brain on this one.”

Spot looked like he was going to hit Jack again, and the Manhattan boy fully prepared himself to be struck again. But something in his eyes shifted, and he nodded.

“If he wasn’t inside, he’d be in the alley out back. Smokin’,” he said, gesturing with his head to the back of the building.

Jack nodded, letting go of his arm. He was surprised that he hadn’t thought of that first. No one knew Racer better than Jack did; at least that’s what he had thought.

Without a word, the two boys rushed to the back of the building, making sure to keep a safe distance from the flames.

The alley behind the building was small, laced with fire escapes and one dumpster. Half if it was deadly close to the flames. Jack looked into the mouth, desperately searching for anyone. He almost gave up looking, when he saw the tip of a shoe sticking out from behind the dumpster.

Spot had seen it first, and was already running when Jack moved.

The Brooklyn boy collapsed down next to the figure, grabbing at his shoulders.

As Jack stepped past the dumpster, a physical weight lifted off his chest. There was Race, eyes half open. He was covered in ash and blood but he was there. He was alive.

“Spottie?” he muttered, voice quiet.

“It’s me, Race,” Spot said, putting a hand on his shoulder. The younger boy reached out, balling his fist in the front of Spot’s shirt, clinging onto him as if he was the only thing anchoring him to consciousness.

“What’s ya doin’ ‘ere?” Race asked, confused.

“We had plans, ‘member? Then your stupid ass had ta get yaself blown up,” Spot said, flashing a nervous grin down at Race. It was the most genuine Jack had ever seen the other boy, and there was something between the two of them he’d never noticed before.

Spot cared about Race.

“Oh yeah,” Race muttered, weakly trying to pull Spot into him. Spot seemed reluctant, and Jack knew it was because of him. But Race needed it, so the King gave in. He moved closer, taking one of Race’s hands in his own.

“Dammit, Racetrack, you scare me like that again, I’ll kill ya,” Jack said, nudging his foot gently. Race frowned, looking up, as if he had just noticed that Jack was there.

“Oh. Sorry Jackie,” he muttered, squeezing Spot’s hand gently. “I didn’t mean ta.”

“I know you’s didn’t. Let’s get ya to a hospital, kid,” Jack suggested, looking at Spot instead of Race. The Brooklyn boy nodded, moving to slide his arm under Race’s. As gently as he could, he pulled Racer to his feet, trying not to wince at the whimper that pushed past his lips.

As soon as he was standing, Jack moved to pull Race’s other arm over his shoulders.

Together, he and Spot carried Race out of the alley into the street. As soon as the others came into sight, Jack slowly broke off, letting Spot take all of Race’s weight. He had boys to take care of, and Spot was fully capable of carrying him. Any reluctance that Jack may have had at Spot’s commitment was gone the second he looked at his face. There was pain and worry all mixed with honest relief. He was sure that was exactly what he looked like right now.

It was sincere. Jack knew Spot would die before he let anything more happen to Race.

For the first time in history, Jack could trust him.

As a group, the boys walked away from the fire, arms linked, each pulling on the strength and support of the others. They may have been broken and hurt, but they were all okay. Which meant they would make it just fine.

As the walked away, not one of them looked back.