#su x cassy

[canaidliafail]

Stay grounded

streamer Abby x streamer f!reader 🌿

[part 1 ]. [part 2]

Not proof read like at all. pure crap. Im just horny had an idea and wrote it down. enjoy tho~ MDI cause it will get explicit in later chapters

CW: college exams, weed

“fuck, give me a caption”

“I like tits”

“literally fuck you”

you mumbled and your friends laughed, enjoying your misery. You stared at the blank space below your post and pursed your lips in concentration. Eventually you started typing cringing at every word

“trying some new products ˖◛⁺ ⑅ ♡”

and pressed “post” on the photo tossing your phone on the other side of the couch defeated. Been a presence online sure had its fun but you were also filled with the existential dread that people knew you “existed”

150k people to be exact. not much but more than you ever expected to get from your hobby. You usually posted your figurine collection from the most recent games you streamed with the occasional over the top pic of you dolled up and in clothes styled to fit the game of the month which unsurprisingly always over performed in statistics.

you had been doing this for a good two years now give or take and it was a wild turn of events considering how quickly and well your career took off. You loved the financial comfort but hated how exposed you constantly felt.

“Don't you have a stream tonight?” your friend,june, asked and you shook your head rubbing your face and squeezing your eyes shut to hopefully get rid of the persistent ache

“No, I'm resting for the week. Told them I have exams or whatever”

she passed you the blunt and you took a few puffs in silence staring into space

“Mind if I put on some music?”

“no go ahead” you mumbled and went to the kitchen to make coffee as you heard the first notes of mr.kitty after dark play in the living room.

“We need to go on a trip somewhere”. June said and Cassie agreed

“trip? where?” you shouted loud enough to be heard across the halls

“I don't know man but like, leave this town for a bit. Remember how fun we had on our last trip ?”

you smiled. Italy was fun. England was insane and Germany was borderline a fever dream. all three unique and all three with a romantic disappointment that entertained your friend group for months and you had to admit you had been craving leaving your city for a while now. Had it not been for the fact that you were on your last semester at college you would be somewhere else every other week -without any romantic endeavors-

You made the quickest shittiest coffee and went back to the living room sitting on the floor “Once Im done with exams we can go anywhere you want” you promised. Your phone pinged the flash going on and off

“What the fuck”

“Im suing for optical damage”

they yelled and grabbed your phone tossing it your way and you all but laughed

“Sorry sorry my bad forgot to turn off flash alerts”

You tapped your screen and almost choked on your coffee fumbling to unlock your phone the lyrics blurring in the background until they became a numbing buzz

staygrounded69 just made a new post

you tapped the icon and saw the new photo. You couldn’t quite understand what it was about her but she had you hooked and entirely captivated. It wasn’t a crush but you always found yourself checking for new posts or streams.

Abby, known by her public name staygrounded was a gamer who streamed here and there. In a more a casual stream she eventually explained that her nickname was a jab by her friend when she asked for ideas and he said “staygrounded, get it? cause of your fear of heights?” and it just stuck by.

That wasn’t why she had blown up though. No it was due to her coming out as a lesbian and that fueled every female straight and not. She was after all, a tall muscular woman with beautiful blonde hair and a face with unique features that deserved appreciation in the form of oil paintings and perhaps a face seating

you shook your head trying not to let your mind fall too deep into hopeless thirsty thoughts and admired the new photo. a casual gym pic. Fuck she wasn’t even flexing her muscles or anything. she wore the baggiest grey sweatpants with a black hoodie and a black cap with her braided hair and the lower half of her face peaking through sitting on a bench casually

and yet you felt weak. you bit your lower lip and chewed on it a little

“Cotton????” your friends called out to you by your streamer nickname and snapped their fingers. you looked up feeling your cheeks heat up

“aaah did she post?”

“mhm” you nod excitedly and went back to looking at the photo. You tapped the share button and posted it on your story leaving a small note

“her <3”

not been shy of publicly “aPprEciAtiNg” her since she was hell of a popular figure and would for sure not see your reshare.you let out a sigh and june smirked

“what ails you my victorian maiden”

“I love women” you said dreamily and took a sip of your coffee

“Wish they loved you back” Cassie bit and you grabbed your pillow and went over to her “oh you’re dead” you barked and she laughed as you started playfully smothering her with the stuffed item.

“alright time for me to bounce” june said first and grabbed her things “my teacher will probably be up my ass for coming so late” she groaned and you looked at the time “yeah I need to also get going”

“sucks to suck. Ill go take a nap” Cassie said and grabbed her things.

you and June both had afternoon classes while Cassie was happily a drop out who did seasonal work and rested during winter. The two of you were very visibly jealous of her not having to deal with the pain of exams.

“Yeah yeah get over yourself” June said jabbing her at her sides and Cassie yelped running in front of her, June chasing her down the stairs and you being the last one to leave the apartment to lock the door.

•••

You were in class when it happened. Your week ended with a babging 3 hour lecture entirely dedicated to pattern making. You were ready to grab the scissors and stab yourself to end this. You friend also seemed to slowly wither away while your teacher remained as chipper as always

“Now regarding coats-“ she continued and you pushed your chair away from the desk softly getting up to grab fresh paper to start copying the notes she was starting to draw on the board

You spread it out on your desk and grabbed the ruler and pencil and started measuring a No.44 coat purposefully being slower than usual so that you wouldn’t have to do much work. Your brain was squeezed dry for the day and this class was always the most difficult

you grabbed your phone to take a picture of the finished measurements and pattern on the board to have it for later. You opened the camera and zoomed in ready to take a pic

staygrounded69 liked your story

came the first notification and you fumbled with your phone as it nearly fell off of your hands. You sat down on your chair and stared at the icon for a hard long minute not wanting to tap it and see just a fan account instead. You decided to stay delusional

staygrounded69 liked your post

staygrounded69 liked your post

a few minutes later came another few notifications and then that was it. You opened your page and tapped the username that led to her profile.

holy shit

it really was her

its fucking her

You breathed in quitting her page and tapping her username again still in disbelief. She saw your photos. She had specifically liked the ones with your face in.

“Refrain from using your phones in class” your teacher reminded you and you were snapped back into reality

right patterns

coats

you shoved your phone in your bag and tried to focus on the sheet in front of you. for the remaining half hour you faked working on the class assignment and pretending to draw lines and correct them and the second your professor dismissed you, you bolted out of the class and grabbed your phone and checked for any new notifications. There was none and you tried to ignore the soft pang of disappointment that filled your chest.

You did hope she would follow you back or something but that was ridiculous considering how famous she was and by your knowledge she only followed her friends the she hang out with outside her online careers which was a dreadfully low number of people meaning there was no reason for her to follow you

you called june “you won't believe what happened”

“Oh my god. Its about that hot beefy streamer isn’t it?”

“Yes yes it is!”

and you heard screaming on the other line till the mic peaked and muted her out entirely. You gave her a few moments of squealing till she was back on the line ready to question you

“spill. what happened? Did she see your story? did she reply to it?”

“alright no nothing that important but-“

“oh come onnnn”

“BUT!” you interrupted and she waited for you to continue

“but she liked two of my pictures. You know what this means? it means she went through my page and liked two of my pictures June!”

“Wow oh my she will propose to you. She is so in love oh god”

You kept hyping up each other’s delusions all the way to your bus station

“did she text you ? any other notifications?”

you pulled your phone away and checked your page.nothing new so far

“no nothing yet, oh my bus is here”

“alright keep me updated if anything happens”

you hung up and walked inside the vehicle and sat on a plastic seat daydreaming of every possible scenario between you and Abby. However the more you sat the more the high of the excitement wore off and the more you settled back into your usual sorrowful self

ok and? she liked your posts. hell she is probably a player and likes every cute girls posts

you thought and sank further into the seat drowning in the soft music playing from your headphones. you tapped your foot on beat and rested your head against the cold misty windows of the bus. You started lying to yourself pretending this didn’t affect you much and that you'd be over her by tomorrow

You walked back home and tossed your bag carelessly near the shoe rack while taking off your boots and coat in one go leaving them on the floor not caring to tidy up. You went to the sofa and turned on your ps4 feeling excited that you finally had a few hours to dedicate to yourself

You logged into assassin’s creed valhalla ready to continue. This was your third play through and the only game you refused to play on stream. You liked keeping it as a way to comfort yourself and disassociate. You were planning on eventually getting tge ¼ scale Eivor statue that cost the not so humble amount of 1,2k $. Until you were ready to commit to such an expense though you settled for seeing your favorite character in game and left the statue in your wishlist amongst the other figurines you wanted to get

in between enjoying the game you checked the time and remembered today was Abbys turn to stream. You hated to admit that you had purposely made a schedule around hers so that you wouldn’t miss any time she went live, good example being now. You unlocked your phone leaving her stream open waiting for it to start while simultaneously running around in the forest, leisurely exploring the areas in your game

“Hey everyone! Can you all hear me fine? musics not too loud?”

came abbys voice and you snapped your head to your phone looking at her. fuck she was wearing that grey sleevless tank-top again

“Todays stream will be more chill. thought we could just catch up and chat a bit. I ugh had a long day at the gym”

she continued in her usual timid tone. On first look you would never think a woman like her would be so damn shy but she was. Or maybe it was just the camera and audience that caused her to be a bit more chaotic. Its not like you knew what she really was like behind the lens.

“Oh hey Alice nice to see you again!” she said taking her time to greet most of the people viewing her

“Oh we have Nora and Manny in the chat too” she said with a soft laugh. Nora. Oh you knew Nora. Abby usually posted with two women. Both seemed to be friends with her but could equally be suspected to be her girlfriend. One was Nora. They went to the same gym together and often hung out on stream. The second one was Ellie. Another streamer who in the beginning had a very well known hatred towards Abby until one day they miraculously made up and started occasionally hanging out.

not that it mattered to you if either of them was dating Abby…

“Next games? hm..Im not sure. Any suggestions”

you hesitated. You were a silent watcher most days. actually you had never said a damn word other than a donation to her stream and when she called you by your username back then to thank you, you felt so embarrassed that you decided to be one of the lurkers in her stream. Must have been a year ago or so when no one knew you either so there wasn’t a big deal made out of your name being mentioned. You felt stupid for even considering that anyone knew you at all to care if you left a comment. Even in the slim chance that your audience overlapped no one would really bother making a big deal out of it

“Have you tried ac valhalla?” you looked at your comment again and again till deciding to press send and then wait

“yeah not sure about that one..” she seemed to be reading and expanding a bit on which games she considered giving it a go or not. You felt a bit of relief thinking your comment was lost in the sea of others and resumed your game only to pause it shortly after

“Cotton? heh, cute nickname…I haven’t tried any of the assassins creed games but Ill check it out” You heard and your hands started to shake in excitement your ears burning from the heat.

Its not like Abby had any unique accent but the way she said your nickname made you twirl your hair and giggle to yourself. You grabbed your phone again

“oh really? she is?” you heard abby say and you read the comments the excitement turning into plain horror and mortification when you saw people start to recognise you and tease you for recommending the game they had probably seen you continuously post on your stories for a year straight. You exited the stream in shame and gently put your phone on the coffee table continuing your game.

I will end it all for real

this was my last straw

By the time the embarrassment of this minor inconvenience wore off You were in the middle of finishing the Granterbridge arc when you decided to post another story with a short caption regarding the characters. Your phone slowly started going off with notifications with people responding to your story and being in a sour mood you decided to mute it and continue your game till you fell asleep on the couch. The only reason you woke up was because you actually had a really shitty sofa with the thinnest pillows that did nothing to shield you from the hard wooden planks beneath.

You groaned in pain and looked at the screen of your Tv. Your ps4 was on rest mode and at 4.00 am you couldn’t be bothered to do anything about that so you just grabbed your phone and walked to your bedroom quickly going through the unusually vast amount of notifications in case there was something from your friends that you had missed

you stopped in front of your bedroom door and rubbed your eyes. your mind was blank. it was 4.00 am

you read the notification again

staygrounded69: hi

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[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Reader : DANCE RECITALS

Requested & ideas by my buttercup 💚 @harlowcomehome

Your daughter Cassie, your niece Mia and your nephew Ezequiel were part of the school's dance recital. They each had their own little five minute moment to do their performance.

They picked the songs themselves and the school dance teacher would help them with the cherograpy, but most of it the kids would be doing their own thing.

Ezequiel of course picked one of Jack's songs, which was What’s Poppin. Mia had chosen one of her moms song which was Wow BB. Your daughter had chosen your song Dolores, and she would incorporate a camera to represent Urban.

Cassie was the last one to perform and she did such an amazing job. You couldn’t be more proud of her. She’s usually a shy little thing, so to see her come out of her shell, it brought a huge smile to your face and even some tears.

Urban- who had arrived with Jack and Jessica was standing in the very front row recording the entire thing, cheering her on.

Once Cassie was done, the curtains closed and you all clapped for your babygirl and for all the kids who had performed.

“Our kids will be taking our careers in the future.” Jack says jokingly.

“We definitely have our hands full with them.” Urban says, joining you all.

You were waiting for the kids by the stage since the principal requested the parents to stay in their seats and not head backstage, just to avoid a crowd.

“Tio Urb, daddy.” Ezequiel comes running towards you all.

“What’s up? Where’s your sister and Cassie?.” Jack asks him, turning around quickly at the panicked sound of his voice.

“Come, go.” He’s out of breath. “Someone made Cassie cry.”

“WHAT?” Urban yells.

“Let’s go.” You say and follow behind Ezequiel.

Once you make it to the backstage area, you see Mia holding a crying Cassie, comforting her but glaring at some kids.

When Cassie sees you two there she automatically runs to Urban so she could be picked up. “What’s wrong baby?” He hugs her tight against his chest.

“Que paso mija?” You rub her back.

“Can we go homes?” She cries out.

“After you tell me what happened baby, so we can try to make it better.” Urban tells her.

“Nino, some kids said that you and Nina don’t love each other and that you don’t love Cassie. They laughed at her, saying her dance was ugly.” Mia explains.

“Who said that, which kids?” Jack asks.

Ezequiel points to four kids who were standing with their moms. So you and Jess make your way to them.

“Excuse me.” You interrupt their conversation.

“Yeah?” The woman looks at you up and down.

“It seems like your kids made rude comments and made my daughter cry.”

“Who’s your daughter?” The other lady rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, fully giving you attitude.

“Cassandra.”

The women look at each other and chuckle, “Well now it makes sense.”

“Excuse me? Listen lady, if your kids don’t have anything nice to say, maybe teach them to keep their comments to themselves.” Jessica tells them.

“Whatever it is that they said, I’m sure it was for a reason, right kids?”

One of the kids nods “Not my fault Cassie mom and daddy don’t love her.”

“My mommy and daddy ALWAYS go places together. Cassie's parents don’t, we saw.”Another kid says.

You and Jessica are shocked by what these little shits just said. You could only imagine what they say to Cassie when no one is around.

“Que no está gringa es la que le está poniendo los cuernos a su marido con el director?”

Jessica gasps, “Oh my god, si es ella.” You both start laughing.

“We’re not in Mexico, we speak English here.”One of the lady’s snaps.

“What the fuck?” Jack comes quickly to stand by Jessica.

“Say that shit again.” Urban says, standing next to you now.

The women look up at both Urban and Jack. “Oh my god, you’re- we're big fans of the both of you.”

“Cut the shit, you just disrespected my wife.” Urban snaps.

“Wife? Aren’t you two separated?”

Urban, who is still holding a crying Cassie, pulls you to his side and wraps one arm around your waist. “She’s my wife and your little shit kids made my daughter cry.”

“Everyone calm down, settle down.” The principal finally makes an appearance and stands next to the two ladies. “What’s going on here?”

“Seems like we need to reconsider where we put our money into Xavier.” Jack glares at the principal.

“Wh-whatever is going on, we can fix it.”

“I don’t think they can be fixed. These kids made my goddaughter cry and then these ladies said racist shit to our wives. So tell me Xavier, how do we fix this?” Jack asks.

“Mr Harlo-“

Jack snaps his finger, “Oh I know.” He looks at between the two women and their kids “I want them expelled.”

“EXCUSE ME?”

“Mr, Harlow please, if we could avoid the dramatics.”

“Jackman, baby, are you sure?” Jess asks.

“This won’t look good and you know how the press is, they’ll make a story out of this.” You add.

One of the women smirks, “Listen to your wives, because we’ll tell everyone.”

Jack and Urban share a knowing look. “Then I’ll tell everyone about your racist comments and that you enjoy making kids cry. I have it all recorded.” Urban flashes them his camera.

“Come on, we're leaving.” Jack grabs a hold of Jessica's hand. “I’m not kidding Xavier, fix who you have in this school or everyone will know what happens between parent conferences.”

You smile, “Next time think twice about who you’re coming after.”

“By the way, my daughter was amazing. You little shits are the ones who sucked.” Urban glares at the kids.

“Urb.” You let out a chuckle.

“I don’t care, I’ll fight kids, especially if they make my baby cry.” He shrugs and you three walk out of the school.

“Are you feeling better mamas?” You ask Cassie, as soon as you make it outside by the playground and tables, meeting The Harlows there.

“Mhm, I think.” She whispers out, you can definitely tell she’s still upset so that makes you sad because today was supposed to be a fun day for her.

“Cassie bear.” Mia runs to her and hugs her tight. “Don’t listen to them okay?”

Ez nods, “Want me to beat up the boy?”

“Ezequiel.” Jack warns him.

He shrugs, “They made her cry, they were big meanies.”

“I know baby, but we don’t put our hands on people, that’s not nice.” Jess tells him.

“Fine.” Ez rolls his eyes as he goes to hug Cassie. “Let’s get ice cream?”

“Can we meet you guys there?” Urban asks Jack, “I want to talk to her for a bit.” He motions at Cassie who is still in his arms.

“Yeah, take all the time you need.” Jess kisses Cassie on top of her head. “Hiciste un buen trabajo mi niña, I’m proud of you.”

Cassie smiles just a little bit “Gracias Nina.”

After they all leave, it’s just you and your little family.

“Cassie.” Urban pulls her aside and sits her down in the middle of you and him. “I need you to know that your mommy and I love you so much. You make us the happiest parents ever. You were amazing in there.”

“But why you and mommy not get here together?” She whispers.

“I was at a meeting, baby, and your daddy was working with your Nino.”

“I love you and your mommy so much.” Urban kneels in front of her, grabbing both yours and Cassie’s hand. “You two are the most important people in my life. Mommy and I are just taking time to get our thoughts together. But we still love each other, but most importantly, we love you and we always will.”

You give Urban’s hand a squeeze, smiling at him. “Those kids are just jealous because you’re the coolest girl with the coolest parents.”

Cassie smiles nodding. “I have coolest parents”

You and Urban laugh at that. “Yeah you do, but we have the most amazing, beautiful and talented daughter.”

Cassie smiles and she turns to look at you then at Urban. “We get ice cream now.?”

“We’ll get you all the ice cream your heart desires baby.” You tell her, standing up.

“Okaiis, let’s go.”

You three are walking to the parking lot, hand in hand, and it’s just your luck that you’re parked next to one of the ladies who you had an argument with.

“Straight into the car Urban.” You warn.

“Babe.” He chuckles, “Tell that to yourself, you’re shaking.”

“Mhmm, she’s lucky there’s kids around. That’s all I’m saying.” As you unlock your car, the woman is staring you and Urban down, but you decide to be the bigger person and ignore her.

“Hey you meanies.” Cassie yells as Urban is buckling her into her seat. “My parents do love me and thems. You just suck.”

The little boy gasps and hides behind his moms legs.

“That’s right, you tell them baby” Urban chuckles.

“And I’m getting all the ice creams. My mommy and daddy are coolest, yous suck.” She continues.

“Cassandra, ya mija.” You love that she decided to stand up for herself just then, but you don’t want her to be mean and lower herself to their standards.

“I’m done pomise.” She giggles.

Once you’re all buckled up and ready to go, Urban turns in his seat to look back at Cassie. “When we get home do you want to build a fort and watch your dance?”

She gasps, nodding “yes please.”

“It’s a date then my little star.” He smiles.

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[chaotictarlos]

You took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces

ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos| read on ao3

Rating: Explicit Warnings:  Angst, Carlos Reyes needs a hug, canon divergence, before season 3 and during, feelings of being unwanted, self-doubt, Grace is Carlos’ bestie, break-up sex, anal sex, m x m smut, mlm, canon whump, ex-lovers, lots of feelings, canon whump, tk strand whump, internalized homophobia

Word Count: 23,520

Summary: An exploration of emotions. 

To Cassi @ronensass who is my angst bestie and lets me send her songs (and send songs in return) and random thoughts about tarlos - I’m sorry that this took so long to get out.

To Ali @sapphire11 who became one of the biggest supporters of this fic as I wrote it. Thank you for all the encouragement and love that you gave me.

To Giggles @detective-giggles who is just a fantastic person and always listened to my ideas and lets me scream in her inbox about so many different things and sends me the best plot bunnies.

To Noxy @noxsoulmate who always listens to my spirals and allows me to scream about different things and ideas and who always helps me put my ideas into the proper order.

To @lightningboltreader who was so encouraging and allowed me to scream with them about this fic and was always excited when I posted something about it.

To @thebumblecee @mooshkat and @cowlos-reyes has listened to me complain and stress over this fic many times.

To everyone in the TWP discord who has been encouraging and so kind.

Thank you to everyone who's sent an ask about this, who has taken the time to send motivation, and have been excited for this fic to come out.

Author's Note: Title from In the Stars by Benson Boone. Cassi sent me this song and I’ve been listening to it a lot on my drives I thought of this idea so here it is. Remember this is slightly canon divergent so not everything might line up with canon but I did the best I could to make it mostly canon. Though it did, at times, take on a mind of its own. This fic means a lot to me. I spent 6 months writing it and it grew to be this epic -what I think - a masterpiece and I have a few others planned to go on with this fic. I hope you guys enjoy it. I would love to know your thoughts so please drop your thoughts in a comment, send me a DM, or an ask. I'm so nervous to post this dnsndj I hope you all enjoy it and take time to read it. I know it's long.

I am writing a TK POV and a sequel where it explores them getting back together. I hope to have those out soon.

I have also made a Spotify playlist for this fic! Take a listen as you read!

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Oh, it hurts so hard

For a million different reasons

You took the best of my heart

And left the rest in pieces

- In the Stars by Benson Boone

Past Sundays would have found Carlos awake early and in the kitchen, making breakfast for him and TK because it was their favorite day. After TK got hurt again, they had made a promise to each other that they would always set aside one day of the week that would be their day. A day that they would set aside for time with each other, a day where their attention would only be on each other and they would ignore - within reason - outside forces. It took a lot of begging, graveling with their captains, and promises of picking up an extra shift if needed, but they were both able to get Sundays off so they could enjoy the act of just being together. It was important to both of them that they had one day to stop and enjoy each other’s company and remember that they were important to each other - not that that fact was often forgotten.

Carlos would always start with making a pot of coffee and let the smell of it fill the townhouse. It was a dark roast that both he and TK were fond of. It always made Carlos chuckle to make it because he knew that TK was going to load it down with sugar and cream, ruining the taste of it in Carlos’ opinion, but he was still fond of how TK did it; he had given up on trying to convince TK to get one of the sweeter coffees so that he could add fewer things to it. Carlos would make himself a cup and enjoy the morning paper before he would start breakfast.

Sunday had become pancake day for breakfast. It hadn’t always been that way when they started setting the day aside for each other, and Carlos couldn’t remember what had prompted them to decide that they were going to have pancakes each Sunday, but it was enjoyable. Carlos liked to challenge himself and each week he would come up with different ways to make the pancakes so that they wouldn’t grow tired of it.

Eventually, the smell of coffee and pancakes drifting through the townhouse would wake TK and he would wander into the kitchen, most often blanket still wrapped around his shoulders. TK would mutter a good morning, sometimes complaining that morning came too fast, and Carlos would wordlessly hand him a mug of coffee and kiss his temple. He would urge his sleepy boyfriend to go back to bed and tell him he would bring breakfast to bed when it was down. 

After a few more kisses were exchanged, Carlos would watch TK shuffle back to bed with a soft smile on his face. He would finish breakfast, make two plates, and put them on a tray to carry up and into the bedroom. It was always a 50 / 50 chance whether TK would be awake and drinking his coffee, or asleep with his cup sitting on the nightstand beside him. If he was sleeping, it was never tough to rouse him again and convince him to wake up for breakfast - and more kisses, of course.

They would eat and laugh together and then later, with their dishes cast aside, they would enjoy each other in bed before taking an after-breakfast nap and then spend most of the morning cuddled in each other's arms. The afternoons were always reserved for going to the Reyes’ for Sunday dinner. 

It was always a time when they could just be together and enjoy being in love. Even when the townhouse burned down and they had to move in with Owen for a while, they still found ways to make their Sundays special to them. They might have looked different, but they were still filled with love and taking time to be together. It was the one little bit of normalcy they had when everything went up in flames.

But all that was before.

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tags: @strangefurychaos @ronensass @sapphire11 @first-kanaphan @angeltk @noxsoulmate  @beautifulhigh @welcometololaland @rangergurlgleek1211 @detective-giggles @tarlos-spain @lonestardust @bubblesandroses8 @thebumblecee @mooshkat @importantbailiffpaperpony @tarlos-spain @ramblingdisaster73

[imoonblaze]

🌸Casiopea (my sona) belong to @imoonblaze 🌸CrossoverMansion belong to @some-multifandom-stories

Despues de semanas, por fin pude buscarle nombre a esta cosita de aqui. Esta es mi sona Casiopea, la deidad del mundo de CrossoverWonderland y la trotamundos.

GENERAL 🌟Nombre: Casiopea 🌟Apodos: trotamundos, Cassy 🌟Edad: milenios (16-19 años mentales) 🌟Sexo: Femenino 🌟Sexualidad: Demisexual - Bisexual 🌟Especialidad: saltar de mundo en mundo, dibujar, abrir portales. 🌟Alma: Alma de la determinacion (fragmentada) 🌟Armas: Guantes mecanico (en su otra forma).

BIOLOGICO 🌟Especie: Deidad gato-ardilla (???) 🌟Altura: 1.53 (163 cm en su otra forma) 🌟Peso: 47 kg (56 kg en su otra forma) 🌟Habilidades: dIbujar combate

SALUD 🌟Enfermedad mental: 🌟Enfermedad o lesion fisica: sicatriz en forma de X en su torso 🌟Trauma: haber visto su mundo perecer y tenerlo que destruirlo, almas rojas volverse genocidas 🌟Fobia: usuarios de alma roja, fobia social

PREFERENCIAS 🌟Gustos: tener su propio espacio de tranquilidad, leer, videojuegos, oir musica, dibujar y darles forma o vida, ver anime, viajar, andar en sus aires, beber té y comer ramen, y los arcades de ritmo y baile.

🌟Disgustos: socializar, multitudes, usuarios de alma roja, ser interrumpida mientras dibuja, el ruido (es sensible a algunos sonidos pero no es autista)

IDENTIDAD 🌟Personalidad: fria pero timida, cautelosa y desconfiada, algo cerrada pero dependiendo de la persona puede abrirse, creativa, tactica, algo solitaria; cuando se abre llega a ser muy animada, ocurrente, y aveces temperamental pero no mala.

🌟Informacion: ella es una deidad que alguna vez gobiernl otro mundo ya extinto, su ocupacion es el mantener el equilibrio y el bienestar de las redes interdimensionales. Tambien toma su ocupacion como exterminadora de rojos (incluye el que los intercepte y si ve que no son una amenaza o si sean un peligro inminente hara algo para si o no interferir). Fuera de eso es una joven que actua como cualquier persona cuando esta en sus hobbys y pasatiempos, pero que su apariencia no te engañe.

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Headcanons de Pareja (Sal x Serena)

Algunos headcanons sobre la relación entre Sally Face y Cassie. [English Version]

Serena nunca llama "Sally Face" a Sal, ésto es en parte debido a que lo considera más un apodo burlezco (que Sal tuvo que adoptar, a regañadientes) más que un nombre de cariño, por éso sólo lo llama Sal ó "Sally".

Ésta relación está 100% libre de café.

Su primer beso oficial fue en el cumpleaños de Serena, pero ella ya había besado la máscara de Sal antes.

Sal adaptó su casa/habitación para que Serena no se lastimara al caminar en ella.

A medida que fueron pasando los años, Sal sacó varias fotos de los conjuntos de ropa que se ponía para así poder recrearlos cuando Serena recupere la visión.

Los dos son tímidos y cursis cuando están con el otro, a medida que crecen Sal se hace más confiado y coqueto con Serena, llegando a disfrutar de molestarla y hacer que se ponga nerviosa.

A Serena a veces le gusta no llevar pantalones cuando está con Sally (usa camisas/suéteres largos). De la misma manera, a veces a Sal le gusta no llevar camisa.

Serena y Sal se llaman "Amor" cuando están en privado.

Sal ocasionalmente también la llama "pancito".

Sal pinta las uñas de Serena e incluso la maquilla de vez en cuando.

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Bueno, aquí estoy otra vez... :b Tengo una petición un poco extraña pero como en México empezó el mes de los temblores creo que sería bueno de leer. Entonces, ¿Qué pasaría si Castiel y Sucrette están en el departamento de Castiel y de repente comienza a temblar? (Uno esperaría que Castiel no le tuviera miedo a los temblores, o al menos eso espero yo :'D)

Hey, hola de nuevo.

Lamento la tardanza, estos días he estado muy perezosa y solo quería leer y tirarme en la tumbona mientras disfrutaba mis días de vacaciones sin hacer una mierda. Además me pusieron a limpiar la casa y me tardé una eternidad… En fin, dejo las excusas que a nadie le importa realmente.

Esta vez he decidido hacer un headcanon, más que nada porque tengo opción a elegir al no haber especifícado, me viene bien y me apetece.

Bueno, te lo dejo por aquí, suerte con el mes de los temblores, espero que sean leves y que no os pase nada a ninguno.

He investigado un poco porque nunca he sufrido un terremoto, ni un seismo y mucho menos una pequeña sacudida de tierra (sabía un poco, pero siempre es mejor informarse que meter la pata al escribir algo, documentaros antes cuando váis a escribir en este caso he visto unas cuantas páginas con diferentes explicaciones y después me he decantado por pensar por mi cuenta la situación y el carácter de Castiel).

-------------------------------------Empecemos.

Como tú, tampoco creo que Castiel le tuviese miedo a los temblores, creo que se mantendría fuerte y seguro, sin embargo, si el temblor es realmente fuerte y se ve casi desastroso, estaría un poco asustado por ti.

Castiel es una persona de carácter fuerte y tiene tendencia a guardarse sus sentimientos para él mismo, y más si tiene a su novia asustada entre sus brazos.

Creo que mantendría la calma en las dos situaciones, pero haría lo imposible por salir de allí lo más pronto posible y llevaros a un lugar seguro.

Creo, sinceramente, que es imposible que alguien no sienta un poco de miedo ante un temblor muy fuerte de la intensidad más grande, un sismo o un pequeño temblor de tierra de unos segundos, incluido Castiel y más todavía si no lo has vivido nunca.

·         Probablemente Castiel se sentiría un poco sorprendido porque en Francia (que es donde creo que está ambientado el juego realmente) no se sufren los temblores de forma habitual, en su vida ha experimentado uno y se alarma un poco al pensar en ti.

·         Cuando gritas de terror y sorpresa, Castiel se aproxima hacia ti y mantiene la calma, llevándote contra él e intentando tranquilizarte, te besa suavemente mientras te repite una y otra vez que va a salir todo bien, que está aquí para ti. Una vez que te tranquilizas

·         Castiel sería bastante sensato y utilizaría el protocolo o lo que le parece más sensato en ese momento.

·         Te llevará más aun contra él, para refugiaros debajo de una mesa, tapándote entera con su cuerpo, mientras tú, con desesperación, le cubres con tus brazos. Os agarrareis como podáis a las patas de la mesa, mientras os calmáis. Puede que no sea muy fuerte, pero prefiere tomar todas las medidas necesarias.

·         Te dirá que te calmes y te tranquilices constantemente mientras te besa una y otra vez en la cabeza, alentándote a que te tranquilices y a que te sientas segura a su lado. Mientras él esté aquí, obviamente no va a permitir que te suceda nada

·         Cuando el temblor termine, sin saber realmente que es lo correcto, os alejaréis del edificio, bajando por las escaleras, para dirigiros hacia fuera, alejándose de los edificios y los postes de luz, en comuna con los vecinos y las personas que se acumulan en la calle.

·         No va a soltarte, no pienses que lo hará, porque estás equivocada si lo haces.

·         Una vez que lleguen las autoridades o los bomberos, esperaréis las indicaciones.

·         Se mantendrá a tu lado constantemente, abrazándote y preguntando muchas veces si te encuentras bien.

·         Cuando todo terminé y hayan verificado el final del sismo, creo que, definitivamente se preparará a conciencia para la próxima vez, tendrá todo a mano, estudiará mucho sobre el tema para teneros protegidos a ambos y que no os pille de improvisto.

·         Será muchísimo más cuidadoso y seguirá las normas y recomendaciones antes los temblores.

·         Creo que lo veo siendo un experto en la materia, es sensato e inteligente y, si tú estás en medio, desde luego que va a prepararse para tenerte sana y salva sin un rasguño.

·         Se preocupará excesivamente por ti, más que por el mismo, tú eres su principal preocupación. Y la mascota, si tienen una, os pondrá a vosotras primero a salvo incluso aunque eso le retrase a él. Lo importante siempre habéis sido que tú y el animalito salgáis indemnes.

·         La próxima vez que sufráis un terremoto, ten por seguro que no le pillará de improvisto.

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You’re Enough

Summary: Dealing with anxiety can be tough, and sometimes thoughts can be louder than someone screaming at her, but Beau is there to pull her out again. 

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader

Word Count: 1914

Warnings: Anxiety, Self-Hate, Somewhat Suicidal thoughts and Tendencies. Self-Conscious Reader. Reader is just not in a good mental state. Fluff.

A/N: This fic is completely unbetaed, please do not copy my work. Feedback is golden! I hope you enjoy this fic!

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The house was quiet. The only sound that filtered through the dark living room was the sound of the television playing softly in the corner, something Y/N wasn’t even paying attention to. At this point, it was just on for the background noise. She had been far too caught up in her own head to even register what the man in the suit was saying. 

What was loud and obnoxious were the voices in her head. The ones that repeatedly screamed insults at her from everything that had to do with her weight, from her hair color and length, all the way down to her personality. The very same ones that told her she would never be good enough to make Beau happy, or to keep him, because Jenny and Cassie were so much prettier than she was. The one that said that the only reason Beau was her boyfriend in the first place was because he needed a rebound to distract him from the ex-wife drama he was having when he first got to Big Sky. That he’d never love her, and never would, because no one ever did love her, everyone hated her, and she was nothing but the butt of everyone’s joke. 

She picked up her phone for what felt like the millionth time in an hour, noticing that it was after 10 PM, and she knew that Beau would be coming through the door soon, or at least, he was supposed to be if nothing at work went extremely backward, which lately it had the tendency to do. He was getting home later and later at night, and when he did get home, he was tired. He didn’t need her anxiety and self-hating depression issues weighing him down. That would run him off faster than she was probably already going to lose him. 

She knew that she should probably just let him go, but honestly, she love him, and she was selfish, and no matter how much it hurt, no matter the damage it would cause in the end, she couldn’t bring herself to let him walk away, or tell him to leave, so she’d hold on to him as long as he’d let her, because what choice did she have really?

Beau was a good man. He was strong, sensitive, handsome, everything she felt as if she didn’t deserve. Surely, he would get tired of her eventually. Hell, she didn’t even want to live with herself at this moment, why would he want to keep coming home to her? Eventually, she knew he’d stop showing up, she just knew it, and she was more and more afraid every night since he’d taken over working as Sheriff that tonight was the night he’d never come home. 

Unable to sit and look at the door and wait for it to open any longer, or sit and stare at the phone, she turned the television off with a huff, and let her dragging feet take her to her bedroom, where she’d planned to collapse on her bed, and just wait in misery, and hope that, if for some reason there was a God that was merciful out there, she’d just go to sleep and never wake up, because Beau and everyone else would be better off if she weren't around. 

Cassie always made him laugh, they were friends before Y/N and Beau had even gotten together, bonding over a loss she didn’t understand, that was a part of him she’d never be able to relate to, no matter how much she tried. Surely, he’d be happy with her. 

Or maybe even Jenny. She was a strong, attractive woman. Definitely more in his league than she’d ever be. Maybe he’d be happier with her? Jenny was a mom, Y/N wasn’t. She could relate to some of the things Beau had to deal with and was feeling concerning his daughter and past marriage. Y/N couldn’t relate to that. She’d never had any children. Fuck, she was fourteen years younger than Beau was. To him, surely, she looked childish most of the time. Those women were more his age. 

She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t hear Beau come in the front door, or even in the bedroom, until she felt the bed dip, and she jumped and turned quickly to see Beau freeze on the spot, apparently, he’d even snuck around and took a shower, and she hadn’t even heard him, she was to in her head. 

“I’m sorry,” Beau said before settling down and pulling her into his warm embrace. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I thought you were asleep.”

It was too late to hide the wetness that dampened her cheeks when he pulled her into him, and he froze as soon as he noticed that she’d been crying, hell, she didn’t even remember noticing that she had started to cry, it was such a natural state lately. 

“Hey,” he said, turning just enough to flip the bed side lamp on so that he could get a better look at the state she was in, concern filled those apple green eyes that she loved so much, and fuck if that didn’t just make her feel worse, he heard enough stress in his life, he didn’t need to carry her shit too. “What’s wrong sweetheart, why are you crying?”

“It’s nothing,” she tried to brush it off as he quickly worked at whipping away any lingering tears with the pad of his thumb. “Guess I’m just really tired, and hormonal or something, it’s close to that time of the month and—”

“Bullshit,” Beau cut in, and Y/N looked down immediately as a fresh wave of emotions hit her in her chest that already felt too tight. “Darlin, you’re looking at the King of making excuses to downplay shit right there. I literally ended up having to go to grief counseling because of it. Don’t downplay it. Talk to me. It’s why I’m here. I love you, and if there’s something wrong, I want to help. That’s part of being partners, in a relationship, when things get too heavy for you to carry around on your own, that’s what I’m here for.”

Y/N swallowed thickly, doing her best to keep her emotions under control, but it was a losing battle. Everything she had felt so far. The anxiety, the depression, the body image issues. It had all been bottled up for so long, it was going to come out one way or another, and Beau was asking her to be honest with him, he said he loved her, she could see the obvious concern in his features, she owed him at least her honesty. He was always open with her. She knew she needed to do the same but getting that first word out when it comes to talking about your feeling is always so fucking hard. Even if she knew once she started, the rest would come. 

“Beau…” she tried, swallowing back against the tightness that wrapped itself around her throat like a vice, and Beau pulled her in closer, tucking her into him, and just held her there as tightly as he could. Instantly she felt safe. Instantly she felt not as empty and alone. “I just… I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you. I see you with Cassie and Jenny, and you’re so fucking far out of my league. I don’t deserve someone like you. I don’t really have any friends to speak of other than you. I’ve always been the odd man out. I know it’s only a matter of time before you see it too, and I’m just sorry I’m not what you deserve. I’m sorry I’m not good enough. I’m sorry I’m a burden to everyone.”

“Hey,” Beau voiced, leaning her head back and brushing her hair away from her face where she’d hidden herself in the crook of his neck. “Where’s this coming from? Darlin, none of that is true. You’re more than enough. You’re more than enough for me. Honey, you're more than what I deserve. I never thought you’d actually like me back, that’s why it took me weeks to even get the balls to ask you out on our first date! Cassie and Jenny are awesome, and they’re talented and they’re my friends, but baby girl you’re the one I wanna come home too. They don't hold a candle to you. You’re smart. You’re funny. You put up with my shit when I promise you no one else would. There’s never been a moment when I felt like you weren’t there for me. I’ve never wanted more than what we have right now. I’ll never want more than this. It’s everything I’ve always wanted and never could have; you are everything I will ever want. I’m sorry I don’t tell you that enough, but baby I love you. I love you, not some other women. You’re fucking gorgeous, and you’re all I’ll ever want to see.”

Beau reached up and wiped the tears away that made their way down her cheeks before pressing his lips softly to her own, and just like that, the tightness melted, the shaking stopped, with one kiss, he was able to wash it all away and put her back together again. He was all she’d ever need. He was all she’d ever want again. It was a comfort to know that at least one person out there had her back, even if no one else did, and she’d rather no other person than Beau Arlen. In her eyes he was perfect, and in his eyes, she was enough. 

Sure, those old thoughts and fears would come back, they always do, but he’d be there to pick her up again and again, no matter how many times it took. Because he did love her, and he did want to spend the rest of his life with her. She wasn’t perfect, but it’s the imperfections that make one beautiful. What they had was real, and no matter what it took, no matter how long it took or how much time it took out of his day, from then on Beau made a vow to himself to never go to bed at night without telling her he loved her, or how beautiful she was, or how she was more than enough for him, because sometimes, a person just needs to hear that. Sometimes, you just have to help one another carry the weight when it gets too heavy

“I’m gonna take a vacation next week,” Beau announced as she laid her head on his bare chest in the dark, safe little cocoon of covers they had created for themselves. We’re gonna get out here for a while, drive out to California, watch go see the coast, just spend some time with each other, just me and you, how does that sound?”  

“You could take me to a tent in the middle of nowhere and as long as you’re there with me, that’s all I need,” she answered, and Beau laughed, throwing his head back against the pillow before turning and capturing her lips again in a sweet, lingering kiss. The kind that always stole her breath away. 

“Then it’s a date,” he said, resting his head against her own, and holding her tightly to him, determined to never let her go. 

“It’s a date.”

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Oerba dia vanille

Snow villers

Tifa lockhart

Hope esthiem

Oerba yun fang

Vincent valentine

Lighting farron

Zack fair

Aerith gainsborough

Narnia

Lucy pevensie

Peter pevensie

Susan pevensie

Edmund pevensie

Mr tumnus

Prince caspian

NCIS LA

Marty deeks

Shay mosley

Sam hanna

Kensi blye

G callen

Fatima nazami

Eric beale

Harley hidoko

Nell jones

Code lyoko

Aelita schaffer

Odd della robbia

Yumi ishiyama

Ulrich stern

Milly solovieff

William dunbar

Tamiya diop

Jeremy belpois

Triple frontier

Will "ironhead" miller

Frankie "catfish" morales

Benny miller

Santiago "pope" garcia

The night shift

Landry de la cruz

Joey chavez

Gwen gaskin

Kenny fornette

Jordan alexander

Michael ragosa

Drew allister

Shannon rivera

TC callahan

Ewan mcgregor characters

Catcher block

Dan torrance

Perry makepeace

Christopher robin

Rodney copperbottom

Robert lewis

Alex law

Edward bloom

Star wars

Crosshair

Cara dune

Luke skywalker

Aayla secura

Hunter

Din djarin

Padme amidala

Cal kestis

Rey skywalker

Obi wan kenobi

Bo katan kryze

Qui gon jin

Tech

Ahsoka tano

Poe dameron

Leia organa

Echo

Finn

Iden versio

Del meeko

Wrecker

Misc 1

Jack mercer

Mason "mace" brown

Spike spiegel

Toph

Lu fox

Elizabeth martinson

Casi

Laney boggs

Max lewinsky

Mahtilda

Flip zimmerman

Nani pelekai

Murphy macmanus

Korra

Lu fox

Samantha caine

Bill s prescott

Iris

Zack siler

Rachel

David abbott

Marta

Jed eckhart

Tess finnegan

Ryan williams

Barbara novak

Ted logan

Toni

Eugene/vida boheme

Tris prior

Murtagh morzzansson

Skeeter

Christian

Stephanie speck

John wick

Viola eade

Jonathan levy

Evey hammond

Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz

Casey jones

Marni

Elliot alderson

Misc 2

Chris chambers

Andie anderson

Michael perry

Beatrix "the bride" kiddo

Elliott

Quinn fabray

Benjamin barry

Dani rojas

Billy/four

Daphne moon

Javi gutierrez

Allison reynolds

Hector villanueva

April o'neil

Ned tash

Kara

Don billingsley

Asami sato

Beau hutton

Monica long dutton

Joey coalter

Celine naville

Sam munroe

[fizzyxcustard]

Accident (Armitage Summer splash. Day 24.)

As part of @lathalea and I’s Armitage Summer Splash, I present to you, day 24. 

Masterlist of fics for Summer Splash

Prompts: “I need to see you." / Accident trope.  

Fandom: Stay Close

Pairings: Ray Levine x Reader

Warnings: Angst. Slight mention of su*cide.

Summary: You have been in an accident, and Ray gets the news.

Comments/Notes: If anyone would like to be added to or removed from my tag list, please say.

I need to see you.

I know that in my heart.

But I can't.

Time stands still.

It feels as though everything has completely stopped.

The earth is no longer spinning.

"Hello?"

The word buzzes in my head.

It breaks through the daze.

It pierces through, like a shot to the head.

The doctor sighs down the phone.

"Critical." That's all I hear.

My world is ending. That is apparent.

Critical means little to no hope.

"Mr. Levine?"

Had you found out that I'd visited Cassie?

Is that why you were speeding?

I caused this.

Fuck! I caused this.

I stutter, agreeing to go and see you.

But all I can think of is ending things.

I'm a fuck up.

I destroy everything I touch.

This should be my end, not yours.

***

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[kbbey]

   The House of Cedar & Pine 

[teadocs]

MERIC (Matty x Beric) - Character Relationships (2/?)

Relationship timeline: S2-S4 onward

What do you get when two of the worst people in the world start dating? This. You get this.

In season 2, Matty is dealing with MAJOR internalized homophobia that spawned from his ill-fated sexual awakening crush on Charlie in s1. But then he meets Beric.

Beric was the kind of entitled asshole who thought every girl was in love with him and fawning at his feet. That being said he thought it was okay to hit on people even after they expressed discomfort with him doing so. Even getting punched in the face and kicked where the sun don't shine didn't stop him.

By the end of season two, the two of them had on more than one occasion kissed and then said no-homo so it "didn't count". There was also a moment where they shared dick pics in their DMs and therefore made everyone really sus that they weren't just "bros".

In season 3 is when things get messy because Beric comes to the season raving about his new girlfriend, Brie, which causes Matty to be very upset because while he claims he "doesn't have feelings for his bro", he feels jealous and replaced which leads to him being a total asshat to literally everyone.

Beric is also on the whole "I was an asshole please forgive me" train after having the near-death experience of being attacked by a bear in s2. Also he says that Brie makes him a better person (which makes Matty want to VOMIT).

Worst of all, a Beric fangirl by the name of Maddie joins the cast and vies for Beric's attention. He continually brushes her off, being loyal to his girlfriend, but her presence has Matty FUMING. They practically have the same name, for crying out loud!

After s3 finishes filming, Matty finally meets Brie over FaceTime with Beric, confirming that she is a real person despite everyone kinda assuming he was lying the whole time. This sends him on a tirade. He ends up getting into screaming matches with people which leads to him beating the shit out of Charlie before being sent home.

((Charlie makes a callout post and gets Matty cancelled))

In-between s3 and s4, Matty is doing major damage control ultimately getting into a relationship with Cassie Caulfield, a pretty well known pop star. The two of them date, somewhat repairing his reputation with their PR relationship. Beric spends that time still dating Brie, which only forces Matty to push the envelope with his relationship with Cassie to attempt to make Beric jealous (does it work? Well...)

Season 4 comes along, both Matty and Beric in their respective relationships. Beric is back on his asshole bullshit very early into the season, up everyone's ass besides Matty is trying to be a better person, but people are still mad about his hate crime toward Charlie so he's kinda failing.

Beric gets his jaw broken by Vic and the following happens in their contractually obligated WHOLE CAST group chat:

Matty (still bitter about Brie) is like "boo hoo go cry about it to your girlfriend". Beric confronts Matty about his PR stunt, implying that he and Matty had more chemistry when they kissed than Matty and Cassie ever did (calling Matty a virgin).

Beric asks Matty what his deal is with Brie anyway and Matty (finally coming to terms with his attraction to him) goes on the cringiest rant about how he thought they had something and then season 2 ended and Beric forgot about him for Brie.

And that's when it clicks for Beric. They weren't just "bros", they had a connection. Beric was just completely oblivious to it this whole time. They finally kiss and reunite. Beric dumps Brie ASAP, but Matty, scared of his reputation being ruined again, decides to keep dating Cassie even after s4 ends, but is torn about wanting to date Beric.

Eventually Matty and Cassie have a fight because she thought he was actually into her. He says he's gay out loud for the first time, storming off and breaking up with her and going directly over to Beric's house...

And the rest, is as they say, history.

((ALL ART CREDS TO @lionheart-giddings <3 ))

[ragazza-whintigale]

Posso richiedere Yandere Mother Roxana Agriche x Figlia lettrice x Yandere Father Cassis Pedelian ? Il lettore cerca di scappare da loro perché troppo iperprotettivi e soffocanti. Ma il lettore viene catturato quando ha cercato di scappare e ottenere punizione (rimanere bloccato, morire di fame ecc.) Grazie. Nota: non sono italiano e non conosco la lingua Itali mi dispiace se non hai capito perché uso solo Google Translate (se non hai capito, va bene se hai semplicemente ignorato questa richiesta) Mi piace molto la tua scrittura

English Version of Request:

Can I request Yandere Mother Roxana Agriche x Daughter reader x Yandere Father Cassis Pedelian? The reader try to run away from them because they are too overprotective and suffocating. But the reader get caught when she tried to ran away and get punishment (get locked, starving etc etc) thank you. Note: I am not an Italian and I don't know Itali language. I am sorry if you didn't understand because I only use Google Translate (if you didn't understand this, it's ok if you just ignored this request) I really like your writing

𝔜𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔐𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 ℜ𝔬𝔵𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔄𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔢 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔵 𝔜𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔉𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 ℭ𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔰 𝔓𝔢𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔫

𝔒𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔞 ➵ The Way To Protect The Female Lead’s Older Brother

𝔄𝔳𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔷𝔢 ➵ Comportamenti Yandere, Yandere platonico, prigionia, infantilizzazione, tortura psicologica, manipolazione, fuga.

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢 ➵ 1475

All'inizio avevi pensato che fosse più che normale il loro comportamento. Infondo il mondo era sempre stato un luogo mostruoso e spaventoso nonostante contenesse quel pizzico di mistero che ti lasciava quasi affascinata, quel tanto che basta per salire in grembo di tuo padre con i suoi capelli argentati e gli occhi dorati e chiedergli come era il mondo al di fuori delle mura. Non aveva mai mostrato molta gioia per il tuo flebile interesse e si ridusse a descrivere il mondo in un modo fin troppo piatto, che per qualche motivo contrastava con quello che diceva invece tua madre, che descriveva il mondo esterno ricco di mostri e uomini malvagi. Ed era vero che all’inizio ci avevi creduto sul serio, in fondo le loro descrizioni erano talmente accurate che davvero non avevi potuto che credergli. Solo con il tempo avresti potuto notare le discrepanze, paesaggi situati nello stesso luogo ma diversi tra loro o persone che da un lato erano esseri malvagi e senza pudore dall’altro veri e propri mostri, descrizioni che non coincidevano e tu ti sforzassi di credergli ma era sempre più complicato. Mettere insieme pezzi che non coincidevano e piano piano la loro figura iniziò a risultare meno rassicurante e familiare. Il fatto che fossero così asfissianti non aiutava molto, non ricordavi neppure l’ ultima volta che avevi passato del tempo con qualcuno diverso da loro, avresti incontrato alcune cameriere ma non erano mai passate oltre la soglia concessagli da Roxanne e Cassis. I poveri sventurati che hanno provato una qualche sorta di approccio era spariti, oppure si allontanavano alla tua vista, ciò rese tutto ancora più strano. 

Niente era mai sfuggito veramente al loro controllo tranne te, eri sempre rimasta entro i limiti che avevano disegnato per te, mentre ti accontentavi di intrufolarsi nei loro uffici per ricevere una qualche sorta di compagnia, o di scappare dai quei insegnanti troppo noiosi per dargli retta, oppure sventolare la spada in modo fin troppo spavaldo cercando di imitare un qualche cavaliere di cui avevi letto, venendo però rimproverata amorevolmente da Cassis che finiva per sciogliersi leggermente al tuo sguardo appannato da perle salate. Ma con il tempo quei gesti avevano perso in loro significato, improvvisamente avevano perso quel familiarità. Quei ricordi risultavano accoglienti quasi quanto una camera bianca e priva di mobili e piacevole quanto la sensazione dell’alcool che bruciava su una ferita, tutto con il tempo aveva perso il proprio ordine naturale, quello che avrebbe dovuto avere secondo qualcuno, ma in realtà era diverso. Per questo ti eri azzardata a dire quelle parole che solo giorni prima ti sarebbero sembrate così maleducate e irrispettose.

« Papà, mamma voglio diventare un cavaliere »

Cassis quasi si strozzò con la tazza di tè che stava bevendo, mentre Roxana rideva sotto i baffi al comportamento forse troppo esagerato dell'amato marito. Forse ti stavi solo annoiando a giocare con quel pezzo di legno che avevi identificato come una spada, o forse ti eri stancata dei semplici racconti della biblioteca, ti sarebbe passata presto, era con questo che si rassicurarono mentre continuavano il pasto. Ma questa non era un fase come pensavano loro, e quindi hai insistito, alzandoti in piedi e bloccando i pugni contro il tavolo. Cassis aveva fermato il suo sguardo sul tuo, e lo avresti incontrato anche tu, da quando eri bambina ti era sempre stato più facile guardarlo negli occhi quando volevi qualcosa, a differenza di Roxana che finivi per perdere le parole di fronte a quei occhi taglienti. Era sempre stato più morbido Cassis di Roxana, ma non abbastanza morbido da permetterti di fare un’affermazione così azzardata.

« Come mai questa richiesta improvvisa » trovavi più strano se non glielo avessi chiesto, ti eri sempre limitata a quelle storie, a quegli oggetti che potevano, nella tua immaginazione, eguagliare gli strumenti di un cavaliere, ma ora eri cresciuta e avevi bisogno di conoscere più cose, di sperimentare sulla tua pelle tutto quello che era considerata realtà. Ma loro non sembrano contenti, i loro sguardi vagavano per incrociarsi tra di loro e poi su di te, era naturale che fosse fuori discussione una cosa del genere, tu eri loro figlio, e un genitore protegge sempre il proprio figlio, anche se questo non comprendeva il motivo. Per questo te lo negarono. Allora eri talmente deluso, avevi sempre pensato che ti avrebbero supportato in ogni tua scelta, come avevano fatto quando ancora solo una bambina.

Però, era vero che non ricordavi mai di aver fatto alcuna scelta, tutte erano parole raffinate e confezionate dai due così che tu avresti accettato come tue, ma non te ne davi una reale colpa, eri un bambino, santo cielo, avresti mai potuto notare la differenza, solo ora avevi le facoltà mentali per farlo, e avevi anche quelle necessarie e aggirarli. Per questo ti sei seduta di nuovo al tuo posto , ti sei tranquillizzata al meglio che potevi, ringraziando almeno in parte le doti recitazione ereditate della tua adorata madre. Avresti agito in silenzio e con calma, non avevi ancora voglia di essere scoperta. 

Non era passato molto tempo prima che si accorgessero della tua assenza, la residenza diventava fin troppo silenziosa quando accadeva e come falene attratte dalla luce, Cassis e Roxana non poterono che cercare la tua presenza per la tenuta, avevano già sperimentato una atmosfera simile, di solito era un campanello d’allarme che gli indicava che ti era accaduto qualcosa e la maggior parte avrebbero indovinato, e le restanti volte avrebbero confezionato il loro volerti accanto, che non era per nulla falso, anzi, avrebbero preferito che tu ti avventurarsi per i loro uffici più tosto che all’esterno, avrebbero preferito tenerti tra le braccia quando eri troppo stanco per giocare a qualche battaglia immaginaria che avresti vinto mentre nella realtà stavi lentamente cadendo nell’oscurità. Ma forse erano stati ancora troppo indulgenti con te, le restrizione che avevano progettato erano state abbastanza quando eri ancora in cerca della loro attenzione ma ora eri cresciuta, ed eri anche scappata.

Non era stupiti, solo arrabbiati, avevi sempre avuto un certo caratterino, una miscela perfetta tra l’orgoglio e la giustizia dei Pedelian, e l’astuzia delle controparti Agriche. Già da tempo avevano iniziato a temere che fossi scappata, ma non avevano prove, sarebbe stato come non darti la giusta fiducia, ma ora era palese che avevano ragione. La loro preoccupazione era ridotta al solo pensiero che ti fossi ferita eccessivamente mentre ti riportavano a casa, che risulto abbastanza infondate, eri abbastanza scalciante intrappolata sulla spalla di Cassis, ciò vuol dire che hanno fatto il loro dovere. Le ore successive sarebbero state decise a seconda del tuo comportamento e dalla loro benevolenza.

Il loro lato iperprotettivo gli impedì per ovvie ragione di pensare a qualsiasi punizione che implicasse il danneggiarti eccessivamente, che fosse fisicamente o mentalmente, quindi perché non farti provare quella stessa sensazione che gli hai fatto provare quando eri fuggita lasciandoli soli. Per questo eri stata legata con robuste corde ad una sedia tutto fuorché comoda, i tuoi vestiti erano ridotti ad una leggera sotto veste, mentre i tuoi occhi erano stati coperti da una spessa benda per impenderti di vedere qualsiasi cosa, non che potessi vedere qualcosa, la stanza, se tolta la benda era completamente buia, lasciandoti quel senso di pressione che mai avevi provato, nemmeno quando i tuoi genitori ti rimproveravano. Ma quello che più di tutto era considerata una tortura era quel fottuto suono. Sembrava come una goccia d’acqua che cadeva per schiantarsi sul pavimento in pietra grigia, ripetutamente e all’infinito, eppure non sentivi la presenza di umidità nella stanza. All’inizio ti era sembrato gradevole e piacevole, almeno c’era qualcosa a farti compagnia, poi divenne insopportabile, niente cambiava, ti sembrava di ripetere sempre la stessa scena in terno senza che nulla cambiasse. Non sapevi esattamente che significato aveva questa punizione per loro e non avevi alcun interesse a scoprirlo, da chissà quanto tempo non mangiavi e volevi solo che tornasse, eri disposta a chiedergli scusa, a lasciarti andare in quello che loro avevano in mente, avresti persino sopportato quelle noiose lezioni di eticchetta, lo avresti fatto davvero.

Eri persa nei tuoi pensieri tanto che ti accorgi della loro presenza solo quando la mano di Roxanna, che improvvisamente ti sembrava così calda e accogliente, che ti toccava amorevolmente il volto. « M-mamma... P-papà... » Avresti potuto dire qualsiasi cosa per farti tirare fuori, o anche fare qualsiasi cosa, ma c’era ancora qualcosa, c’era ancora quella voglia di libertà che avevi dimenticato a causa dell’oscurità crescente intorno a te e bensì non lo dessi a vedere, era ancora lì ma loro lo avevano capito. Per questo il tocco sulla tua pelle sparì e la presenza, di colpo rassicurante, si allontanò dal tuo fianco.  

 « Vedo che hai bisogno ancora di un po' di tempo, quando ti sentirai pronta, avremmo già tutto il necessario per vivere insieme, cara»

[rebelwrites]

Wrong Side Of The Law || Chapter Two

Harvey Specter x OC

Wrong Side Of The Law Masterlist

This Months Writing

Harvey had been staring at the case file that laid in front of him for hours now. This kid looked so much like her mother he couldn’t believe it. So much guilt flowed through his body, he wasn’t one to care but there was something about this one.

“You look like you have seen a ghost,” Donna said, placing a large coffee on the desk in front of him.

“I think I have,” Harvey sighed, loosening his tie and undoing the top button of his shirt. “I’m going to need you to clear my schedule. I need to do some digging and I need you to arrange for me to represent an inmate.”

“Pro-Bono?” Donna said, raising her brow at him “am I hearing this right?”

“Yes Pro-Bono, Marcus brought this case to me,” he said lowly, passing her the folder, “I knew this kid's mother, I don’t normally take these cases but I saw the look in Marcus’ eye and I feel like I owe it to her mother.”

“Was she the one that got away?”

“Something like that,” Harvey shrugged, sipping the coffee that was in front of him before he shrugged his suit jacket off. “I’m going to need you to get me some information on this Roxanna.”

“On it,” Donna nodded before she walked out of the room, leaving Harvey alone trying to bring himself up to speed on this new case.

Turning to his laptop he started to see what information he could find, the first thing he landed on was the amount of medical debt that had built up over the years, running his hand over his face he saw how the payments were never let up with. “Oh Cass, why didn’t you just come to me,” Harvey mumbled to himself, the guilt was consuming his entire body. Would life have been different for her if he had the balls to confess his feelings that night of the party? Would Cassi have gotten the medical treatment she desperately needed but couldn’t afford? Would her kid have gone down the same path she is on now?

The longer stared at this kid's picture the worse he felt, he never let emotions get involved with cases but this was different. He walked away from this kid's mother when he was 21, he chose law school over love and now it was coming to bite him in the ass. But there was something telling him that this kid was innocent and she didn’t commit the murder.

The more he dug into the past the more he realised just how bad things got for Cassi and her daughter, but somehow the rent was still paid every month with cash but the last couple of months were paid via bank transfer.

Picking up the case file he needed to get some more information about this girl, he needed to know everything about her. What exactly caused her to go down the road of destruction? She was so young, where was her support when her mother was ill? Where was her father? Was he even in the picture? He had so many questions to ask.

Staring at the paper in front of him, he sighed.

Aged 14 - shoplifting

Aged 15 - shoplifting

Aged 16 - carrying a class B drug, shoplifting, breaking and entering, illegal street racing, organising illegal street races

Aged 17 - assaulting a police officer, carrying a class A drug, grand theft auto, street fighting, resisting arrest, carrying a concealed weapon, credit card fraud of the first degree

Aged 19 - trespassing, street fighting and illegal street racing

And now there was a potential murder charge to be added to this list.

The moment Marcus’ brother walked into the room Roxanna scoffed, she knew what type of person he was just from one look at him. The suit he was wearing must have cost at least 2gs and she could buy a house with the Rolex on his wrist.

“How much you charging me?” Roxi snapped, kicking her feet onto the table in front of her. “Because I sure as shit have no money,” one look at him and she already despised the guy, he was everything she hated in the world but was that just because she had nothing to her name or was it just she hated people in power, she had no idea.

“I’m not charging you,” he said, slipping out of his suit jacket, hanging it on the back of the chair before sitting down. “Now what do you prefer to be called?”

“Roxi,” she nodded, folding her arms across her chest. “Now do I get to know your name if you are my representative or am I just going to have to call you mr posh prick for the whole of this trial?”

“Are you always this rude?” He smirked, raising his brow at her, she definitely reminded him of her mother when she was 19.

“Pretty much, now name,” Roxi scoffed.

“Okay it’s Harvey,” he nodded, “now Roxi if I am going to be able to help you I need you to tell me what happened, and from the beginning.”

“You know if you want me to talk you should have brought coffee right?” Roxi sassed, narrowing her eyes at Harvey. She knew she shouldn’t give him a hard time, but he looked like he could take the sass.

“What do you mean this coffee,” he smirked, placing two coffee cups on the table, pushing one of them towards her before knocking her feet off the table “Marcus pre warned me, although he didn’t tell me how you took it so I just got the same as mine.”

Roxanna took one sip of the drink and nodded. “Black coffee with two sugars and a splash of vanilla, not bad.” It was nice to have a decent cup of coffee for once, not the shit they gave her here. “Wouldn’t put you down as a guy that had vanilla in his coffee.”

“Well there is a lot you don’t know about me,” Harvey nodded, a small smirk playing on his lips. “But we aren’t here to discuss me, Roxi, we are here to discuss you and this mess you got yourself into, so let’s start with how you got that black eye of yours.”

@little-diable @everyhowlmarksthedead @band--psycho @talicat713 jomariekirby @i-love-scott-mccall @pancakeisreading @pascal-reyes @fourthwallhateclub @theysayitscrazy @chibsytelford

[elysiashelby]

In Another World - T.Shelby Imagine Ch. 25

Paring: (Eventual) Thomas Shelby x Aliena Welsh (OC)

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Word Count: 18,006

WARNINGS: Angst, Cursing, Fluff, Continuous First Person to Third Person POV Shifts, ONE! Tom Third Person POV, Self-harm, Alcohol, SMUT! (NSFW): oral sex (female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex

Summary: It’s March of 1922, Ali’s nearing the end of her stay with the Shelby’s. After years of waiting, she’s finally ready to move on, but will fate let her. 

MASTERLIST  CHAPTER 24.2  CHAPTER 26

A/N: This chapter contains some POV switches as will the next chapter! Y’all know the deal. Black line breaks are there as a warning for the self harm scene. Only 1 ‘n it’s small! 

Smut is finally here! I haven’t written a SMUT scene in forever, so I fear I’m a little out of touch. 

It’s March of 1922 and things are going great! Well, not really, I had a mental breakdown so... I mean, not as bad as my last one, which was like a year ago. But, I was coming to terms with the fact that I killed someone! Someone who I did not have a paid hit on, but I murdered out of pure hatred. 

So, I had to do some inner reflection on that, and it would have gone a lot smoother if I had chosen to stop doin’ my side job. But I didn’t. I kept on with my “assassinating.” 

So was I really healed? Probably not, but hey! I don’t think about it anymore. I did it, I got away with— let’s move on. The guy was a douche anyway. Probably did society a favor. 

Yeah…

Right now I was cleaning up at Cassie’s flat. The gang was coming over soon, and I had to get the blood of a client off of me. The job was easier than most. I infiltrated another big party, seduced the target, and shot them in the chest and in the head. It’s a rule of thumb I have that I took from Zombieland. I got some blowback on me, so that’s why I’m taking a shower.

I’m not in the best of spirits tonight. Why, you may ask? Well, it’s because Michael and Arthur were to be arrested tonight. The only reason I knew was because Moss tipped me off. He caught me while I was visiting his wife. He took me aside and told me that Campbell had reason to arrest Michael, and he told me when it was going to take place.

The only reason why he was letting me know was because Campbell had his own plans for me. He didn’t know if Campbell wanted me arrested, but if I was on the scene— I was to be taken in. 

Let me tell you, I was so fucking proud of myself for befriending Moss’s wife! The single best thing I ever did. I mean, I knew I would be “bailed out” in no time thanks to all my rich mates, but Michael would still be in the clink. I think. I could ask around for some connections, if I needed to or was asked.

But, yeah. Michael and Arthur were being arrested tonight while I was at Cassie’s. Of course I felt guilty that I couldn’t prevent it, but it’s not like I could in the first place. That would mess with the timeline too much. 

Eventually, I got out of the shower, dried off, and put on my underwear. I’ve been trying to get more comfortable with my breasts, so I haven’t been wearing my bra to bed. In nothing but my towels and underwear, I walked out into the room.

“So,” I began while walking over to the bed, where I had my clothes laid out. “What’s on tonight’s agenda? Some heavy flirting? A therapy session? Or some good old fashion gambling?”

Cassie giggled, a pillow in her grasp as she threw open her arms. “All of it, babes!”

I chuckled. “That’s what I like to hear.” I dropped my towel and put on my dress. It was a velvet robe-like dress. Very flowy and comfortable, though it had a deep v-neck. Again, trying to get comfortable with my tits. Luckily, this process has been going on for a while and Dougie and Horace are now used to seeing a bit of my cleavage.

The pair do not regard me as anything more than a mate. Dougie is like my male twin flame while Cassie’s my female twin flame. They just match my vibe so fucking well! While Horace...well, he only has eyes for Angie. We bond pretty well academically, though. He answers a lot of questions I have pertaining some of the hypotheticals I conjure while writing.

After I put on my dress, I lotioned up my legs and arms before moving on to caring for my hair. I was brushing it out when the gang came in.

Dougie came up to me and kissed my temple before heading toward the table with the rest of the group. I hurriedly scrunched up my hair as I desperately wanted to join the conversation in fear of being left out. 

I threw my hair towel aside and quickly shuffled to the table. Cassie saw me coming and got up from her seat.

While beckoning me to her, she said. “Ali, c’mere.” 

I sat in her chair and once I was settled down, she sat on my lap. I sighed before asking, “So, what are we playing first?”

Cassie was sitting on my lap sidesaddle. She reached over on the table to the carton of ciggies that someone had thrown, tapped it on the bottom before pulling two out. 

With a ciggie hanging from her mouth, Angie replied while shuffling the cards. “We decided on Go Fish. Your favorite.” She winked at me and I returned it.

I giggled before accepting the ciggie Cassie held for me. She rested hers on her lip and just as she went to lit it— Dougie leaned over to us.

“Here, just use mine.” He said while pressing the end his ciggie to hers. 

Muffled, Cassie replied. “Thanks.” She looked back to me, took my face in her hands, and connected the ends of our ciggies. Basically, repeating what she’d just done with Dougie.

I swear to God, this group is so sus. And I think I’m partially at fault for how close and open the group is. I’m sorry, okay, I’m a physical person and I cut through the bullshit with the people I hold dear!

Angie dealt the cards, and I slid them closer to my face. I was exhaling when Cassie decided to start the conversation flow again.

She asked. “So Tina, how’s your married man? What was his name again?”

Tina tsked, a scowl on her face. “Darren, his name’s Darren. And, he’s fine...”

I raised an eyebrow. “Just fine? Who the hell’s starting?”

Angie cleared her throat. “I dealt so Douglas goes. Cassie’s sitting in your lap, so either you or her is next and vise versa. Then, Tina goes and finally Horace before me.”

I nodded as a quiet “oh” escaped my mouth. I looked back over at Tina.

Tina replied. “Yes, just fine.”

“So, has he filed for a divorce from his wife? Any sevens?” Dougie asked.

Horace and Angie gave him their cards.

Tina pouted, her arms crossing defensively. “He—! He’s been avoiding the question.”

All of us shared a glance and some of us hummed.

Dougie asked. “Any fives?”

“You know, statistically and due to England’s current standpoint on divorce— Darren is less likely to actually ask his wife for a divorce. There is an even lesser probability that the divorce would even be granted in a court of law—” 

The four of us girls shouted. “Go fish!”

“--because we’re obsessed with this “Christian purity.” And, his wife would have to be the adulterer. And as it stands right now only he has—!” Horace was spewing before he was cut off. His face contorting in pain before hunching over. 

Collectively, we all glanced at Tina, who was not holding up well. 

This was not going good, and the urge to tell her that I told her so, was not helping. She should just dump him, but eh, who was I to judge? 

I cleared my throat before holding my ciggie away from my lips, and asking through an exhale, “Anyone got any Queens?”

Cassie didn’t hesitate to give me two. I took the two I had in my hands and laid the four cards on the table. 

“Anyone got any nines?”

Angie threw one of her cards to me. Cassie passed it to me before looking over to Tina.

She said. “Well, Tina. Whatever you decide to do, we’ll support you. If ya want to stay with him, or leave him. We’ll be right here for ya.” 

All of us tried comforting her ‘n all we managed to get was a small smile in return. It didn’t reach her eyes, I knew that. However, I really wanted to have a good time so I was looking to change the subject. 

‘Just—! Anyone please talk about anything else!’

As I inhaled, I asked. “Any threes?”

“Go fish!”

I tsked.

I was laying down on the floor with Horace. Our arms were extended up in the air and we laid opposite to each other, if that made sense. Like basically, our heads were right next to each other. 

Our arms were in the air because I was playing with Horace’s fingers. Angie, Tina, Cassie, and Dougie were either sitting on the sofas/couches, or somewhere else in the room. He was a little drunk and wanted to calm down, so I offered to stay with him.

“So, how are things going with Angie, buddy?” I asked while still playing with his fingers.

He sighed and then chuckled. “Better. I think she… I think she’s beginning to like me back.”

I hummed and chuckled under my breath. “Well, don’t get too cocky there. She’ll knock back down a peg or two if she finds out that you’re feeling like that.”

Horace scoffed. “Don’t I know it. Hey! The only way she’d find out is if you tell her!”

My eyes widened and I spluttered rolling over to my sides. When I calmed down, I repositioned myself and grabbed hold of his fingers again. I sighed. “Well, that’s true but I promise I’ve never told her a thing.”

That’s a blag, I’m almost certain. It probably slipped from my tongue from time to time. 

I was running my fingertips over his short-cut fingernails while blowing raspberries. I took a deep breath before asking, “Well, you guys went on that date like last week, right? Angie’s told us some things, but how’d it go from your perspective?”

He blew raspberries before replying, “I think it went rather well. I mean she actually paid attention to me this time.”

I couldn’t help but snicker. “Oh my god, Horace!”

“It’s true! This time I felt like she was actually like looking at me. I don’t know. She’s hard to read sometimes, but it’s endearing, really.”

“So, you’re saying that you like the mysterious side to her?”

“Yeah. Yeah, in a way, I am.”

“So, if you discover all there is to her, do you think you will lose interest in her?”

Horace and I grew quiet. His arms flopped down to his side which I repeated. I rolled over to my side, an arm supporting my head as my other hand scratched away at the rug.

Horace mimicked how I was laying, so that we were facing each other, and he sighed through his nose. “I don’t think I’ll ever know everything about her. People typically evolve over time as do their curiosities and interests. So, I don’t think you nor I nor Angie will ever fully know one another. However, to answer your question, no, I don’t think I would lose interest in her even if I knew everything about her. I—! I’ve been in love with her since I was a child, so it would be pretty odd if I were to just lose interest once we were together. I mean, then why the hell did I waste all these years pinning after her. You know?”

I hummed and nodded. “I feel that.” I continued picking at the rug. “Hey, Horace?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, um. Basically, you know what, nevermind, it’s dumb.”

“No, come on. Ask me.”

“No—”

“Just ask me.”

I sighed and looked down. “Well, I wanted to ask you since you’re a guy ‘n all. Um, why doesn’t Tommy like me?”

Horace’s tongue swiped over his bottom lip as he jerked his body around a little. Basically, shaking on his side like a mermaid out of water would, but not as violent. “Now, Aliena. Do you want an honest answer, or do you just want one that will solidify the ideas you already have in your head?”

I chuckled, a small smile spreading across my face before I shouted. “Both!”

Horace rolled over to his back and I inched closer to him. I hovered above him as he spoke. “Okay, then. The honest answer is, well, why does anyone not reciprocate a person’s love? It could simply be because you’re not the person’s type, or there could be any other extenuating circumstance. Why—? Why does Angie not acknowledge my love when I’m obviously ready to give her my all? She just has her reasons. Now, I’m not her nor am I your Tommy, so I can’t speak for him. I don’t know why he won’t look your way. Only he could truly tell you.”

I blinked, my mood souring. I took a deep breath and reached up to fiddle with the collar of his white dress shirt. “And the answer that would solidify my thoughts?” I whispered.

We stared into each other’s eyes as he replied. “You met him too early in life. You met him too early in life, and now all he can see is that 16 year old girl. Not to mention the 12 year age gap! I mean it would probably be nothing, if the both of you had met now, as you are 20 and he’s 32, but you met when you were 16 and 28. I—! Don’t get me wrong a lot of men would have gotten with you being 28 and you being 16. So, regretfully, I have to applaud the man.”

I rolled my eyes.

“It’s the truth, Ali. Men are—! Men aren’t the best. I’ve learned more than enough of the struggle women go through because of men from Angie, believe me!”

“Oh, I believe you!”

We chuckled before falling to a silence. 

Horace continued. “There’s also your personality!”

My jaw dropped and my face contorted. I smacked his chest as I gasped. “What’s wrong with my personality!”

He raised his arms and tried defending himself from my attacks. A big ol’ smile on his face. “Ali, you’re very affectionate! Do you know that? God, I’d have believed that Cassie would have fought with you if she didn’t know about Tommy. It’s honestly rather settling to know that you actually have your heart set on someone ‘cause you’d have fooled the rest of us!”

I pouted. Still fiddling with his collar, I asked in a childish voice. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, you flirt with everyone in the group. You know that, right? You sit on Douglas’s lap. You sit on my lap! You sit on Angie’s! You kiss us on the cheek. Dougie kisses your cheek or temple. Then, there’s your unique fashion sense. I’m not judging your choice to display what God gave you. Angie would kill me if I did! But, you can even ask Douglas, we—! Well, I! Don’t regard you all that innocent, anymore. If you get what I mean, I—!”

I waved my hands as a way to stop him from tripping himself over his words even more. “I, I know what you’re trying to say. I get it all the time. Your point is?”

Horace took a deep breath before rubbing his forehead and letting his hand rest there. “Well, don’t you think that a person will just either get used to the affection or eventually grow annoyed by it?”

I’m regretting talking to him entirely.

“I don’t act like that with him, Horace. He’s still my boss, you know. I—! I could never!”

His eyes widened. “O-Oh! Then, disregard that last statement. Uh...”

I mean, but I have thought about that. I debated whether or not my compassion and love for the man was being taken for granted. Well, that he was manipulating me into like placating his feelings. I’m more used to that treatment coming from girls. You know, they act like they’re sad just so that I can comfort them— that sort of thing! I don’t deny that it’s crossed my mind.

Horace cleared his throat. “Well, then, perhaps he’s the sort of man that can’t handle you. You’re very independent and upbeat. I mean you can be serious when the moment calls for it, but you’re quick to giggle. Maybe he just wants a damsel in distress. Maybe he wants a more serious, proud woman. Proud being opposite to your “down to earthness.” Is what I’m trying to say.”

I snickered. “Uh… Right, okay? That was a whole lot in a small package. Um, right, okay then! Well, thank you for giving me your most honest answers, sir.”

He nodded. “You’re welcome, madam.”

I snickered away while cringing and then stuck my tongue out at him. Eventually, we got up from the floor and rejoined the group. We chatted away while sipping our bevvies, and nursed our cigarettes before finding ourselves seated on the couches. 

Tina and Cassie were sitting on the couch opposite to Dougie and I. I was sitting rather close to him with my legs draped over his thighs. His right hand rested on my thigh while I ran my fingers through the back of his hair. 

Ah! I see what Horace was talking about. Yeah, all those Tik toks ‘n shit are coming back to me. Maybe I should ask Cassie how she feels about my touchiness? Oh, I definitely should. Great! Fucking dammit! Why did my love language have to be physical touch? 

He was telling me about his week when Angie’s voice was growing increasingly more loud by the second. She was pacing back ‘n forth in front of Horace, who was sitting on the arm of the couch.

Angie groaned exaggeratedly before snapping her fingers and shouting, “Ali, Ali! What about your opinion, eh? How do you feel living in these times while looking the way you do? Acting the way you do?”

I furrowed my eyebrows and glanced at both Cassie and Dougie. They both gave me shrugs. I sighed before pushing some of my hair away from my face. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

With a drink in her right hand and waving about her left, she said. “Well, I mean you don’t conform to beauty standards. Right? Your hair is still very long, you typically wear what you want to wear. You enhance your curves and you know, embrace the waves in your hair. I mean that’s almost the total opposite of the way women dress today.”

I get that I was out of tune with the modern style, but she was making it sound like I was trying to be some sort of trendsetter.

I giggled and waved a hand and dismissed her comment. “I don’t know what to say. I wear what I want to wear. I—!”

“Exactly! Exactly. You wear what you want to wear. And, and you scrap with men. You fight your own battles. I mean—!”

I scoffed, shaking my head. “Angie, Angie, wait a minute. I—! Look, we live one life. I intend on living it how I want. That’s all.”

She nodded. “I know! Exactly and that’s what I love about you. You don’t give a damn about what anyone else thinks. You live your life the way you want, and I don’t know... Well, like tell us—! No, tell me how you do all this without worrying about snagging a man.”

Ah! And the other shoe drops. 

I sighed and rubbed my left eye. “Ah, okay. There we go, something I can answer. First and foremost, I dress and act however I want regardless of how a man sees me. How he chooses to warp me in his head, in anyone one’s head, is their problem. I will talk, dress, act, laugh anyway I want because at the end of the day— I have to live with myself and love myself. That’s how I go about my business.”

She began clapping and nodding, her lips pursed. 

Oh god, she was tipsy.

Angie snapped her fingers. “Exactly. And! And the beauty standards men put on us and other women expect each other to uphold is ridiculous. Like how the hell is one figure more attractive than another. Women are—! Women, men, everybody should be appreciated. Why, Why do we have to favor one type more over the other? I-I mean, I understand preferences but to subject people to a set criteria when some of us aren’t even capable of accomplishing that standard. It’s—! It’s preposterous.”

Angie raised her free hand to her forehead and she scratched it. “Take Aliena and Cassie for example, they can’t become more flat-chested. They can’t make them smaller. Nor, nor can they help their curvy figures! Why should society tell them to, you know, bind their breasts or something. Or to hide their figures in loose fitted clothing! They’re beautiful! Beautiful!”

All of us shared a glance at one another before bursting with laughter. We laughed so much that I’m sure all of our stomachs ached in pain. 

Through her laughter, Cassied rasped. “Angie, Angie sit the fuck down ‘n take a breather, hon’! For the love of...”

I chimed in. “Yes, please sit down before you blow a casket ‘n like faint or some shit.”

Angie pouted through a smile and plopped down on the couch. “I’m just saying. I mean Aliena, you exercise, right? Like, you work out in a way that a man does. Not just take strolls or ride bikes.”

I wiped under my eyes before nodding ‘n sniffling. “Yeah, I do. I exercise for myself. I don’t do it to please society or any man. I do it for me.” I shrugged my shoulders and turned my attention back to Dougie’s hair.

Angie snapped her fingers and pointed at me. “Thank you. I love you. Thank you. And that’s why I want to tear down Hollywood.”

“Ah—!” I snickered and shook my head before blowing her a kiss.

After that fiasco, things called down a bit ‘n I went back to talking to Dougie. He was tapping my thigh when he quickly picked up his head and said, “You know I finished developing the photos.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “The photos…? Oh, shit! The photos! How’d they come out?”

Some weeks ago, Dougie bought this camera and wanted to practice his photography skills. He loved the art, but it could never be his main job, for obvious reasons. His father was passing on the company to him, so we all know how that goes. Anyway, I made the suggestion that the gang could be like his practice models ‘n eventually I got everyone to agree.

It was fun, obviously! I helped position everyone and of course, I had to sneak in some 21st century gestures. I just hated that I wouldn’t be alive to see my grandbabies’ faces. I’ll break the timeline, just for this reason. To fuck with my descendents. 

During the day, we went to an empty grassland area and had like a cottagecore photoshoot. It was fucking fantastic! One thing from my bucket list I was lucky to complete. But at night, it was a more risque photoshoot. And yes, even Horace participated in it. I made him as did Angie.

Dougie smiled and nodded. “I think they came out to be pretty good. I’ll bring them next time. It just slipped my mind today.”

I psh-ed him and shoved his head away from me before throwing my head back in a cackle. We talked a bit more before I beckoned somewhere else. I eventually made it back to Cassie, and I was sitting on the couch while she was on the floor. I was messing around with her hair. Right now, I was making a bunch of braids. 

Cassie was eating some fruit while she was talking to Angie. “Okay, but like who was your first kiss?”

Angie hummed through hooded eyes with an arm hanging in the air. “Oh, it was Tina.”

I spluttered and began spazzing out. I scurried off the couch and started running around the room while shouting over and over again. “No way! No way! No fucking way!”

Cassie joined my freak out session by rolling around on the floor and slapping the couch behind her, where I was previously sitting. When I felt calm enough, I ran back to my spot.

I shouted. “No fucking way!”

Angie chortled. “What? Why is it such a big deal?”

“Uh...” Cassie and I just looked at each other. In an American accent, I said. “Well, I mean. I don’t wanna be a bitch, but like when I felt met y’all… You guys were kinda sus. Like Tina, full truth, I thought you had a humongous crush on Angie ‘n yeah so, um, yeah. Did y’all date or…?”

Angie’s eyes widened and she rose from Tina’s lap, who was stunned, by the way. Angie snatched a pillow from the couch and chucked it at me. 

“She’s. Just. Shy. And we were kids when we just did it! It was innocent.” Angie yelled. 

I cried out when the pillow hit me. Through my laughter, I replied. “I’m sorry!”

Angie huffed as she laid back down on Tina’s lap. “Yeah, yeah. You’re not the only one to think it. People just get the wrong idea. She’s just shy.” Angie reached up and caressed Tina’s face. “Oh, we’ve both kissed Horace, too.”

My jaw dropped and a hand flew over my mouth. I looked at Cassie and Dougie, who were just as shocked as me. I screamed into my hand and began running around the room again, only this time I wasn’t alone. Dougie was running in the opposite direction of me. 

He zipped over to Horace while I tackled Cassie on the couch. Well, I more like got her in a headlock ‘n swung her around a bit as I settled onto the couch. 

Tina groaned, averting her gaze from us before running a hand through her hair. She asked. “Well, who were your guys’s first kiss?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Ugh, I guess my first kiss was with my childhood best friend too. Name was Brooklyn.”

“Mine was with Mary, she was a classmate.” Cassie replied.

Angie tsked. “See a girl, right? Why are you harping on us for?”

Cassie and I just shrugged. It was like we had this silent agreement that we weren’t gonna bring up the fact that we kissed each other on the lips as a greeting and a farewell.

“Hey, do you guys think I would look hotter with blonde hair?” I asked.

They all began telling me what they thought. 

Later in the night, we just went wild ‘n I was happy for it. Michael and Arthur didn’t cross my mind once. We blasted our records, danced the night away while chatting, drinking, and smoking away.

I was overwhelmed with emotions at the end of the night because—… Because I never thought I would have a friend group like this, and now that I did— it was surreal. I genuinely felt that I wouldn’t be in the mental state I was in, if they weren’t in my life.

They made everything that much better. I was always happy with Tommy, but that feeling was contorting into something else now. You know? It was becoming increasingly more platonic, and as much as that should feel liberating— it frightened me. 

I have a million reasons why I held out for him for this long and why it frightens me so, and I’m not going to dwell on them. To be honest, I think the moment he did reciprocate my feelings and he told me, I probably would numb myself immediately. I would just be in such a state of shock that I’d deny his feelings ‘n just move the fuck on. 

‘I mean that’s what is expected of me, right?’ 

Since I am the way that I am. I can’t just blame it on social media’s influence. I mean when I imagined the scenario I end up cringing a ton, and I send myself into like a “tic fit.” It’s the best I can describe it. 

Anyhow, back to how the night went! We got super drunk, super high, and probably pissed off Cassie’s neighbors but we settled down at like three or four in the morning. The people living downstairs were most likely the most grateful since we were jumping around like crazy people. 

We, collectively, all crawled onto Cassie’s bed ‘n knocked out. I was probably the first to sleep. I’m not going to tell ya a blag. It was completely plausible. But, what I loved most about tonight— it was that I was surrounded by people who loved me. It was warm and I felt safe. Something I wasn’t even able to feel in my own home at times when I was back in my own universe. 

Cassie was the big spoon while I was the little, and Dougie was her big spoon. I made sure to avoid being in the middle anymore. I talked to Cassie and she was fine with my touching. She said I showed her the same amount of attention, and she knew I didn’t fancy him— so we were good.

However, I didn’t want to interfere with a perfectly good moment. So, I chose to be on the outside while Cassie was in the middle. Yeah, that didn’t stop her from cuddling me instead. I was too intoxicated and tired to tell her to cuddle Dougie instead.

When I woke up, I found it to be fairly early in the morning because the sky was grey. There’s a difference to the 6 am sky and the 8 am sky, okay! I didn’t get up right away. I wanted to savor the tranquility that surrounded me for a little while longer. But like all sweet things, they must come to an end.

My guess is that I was probably stirring around too much by accident ‘n woke up Cassie, who inadvertently awoke Dougie. I tried coaxing her back to sleep, but it was too late for the both of them. Begrudgingly, I inched my way off the bed and strolled over to the table.  

Dougie was right behind me. I could hear his loud yawn from behind me, and then his hands gently fell on top of my head. My head bobbled as he kissed the top of my head. 

“Mornin’, Ali.”

I smiled and while my head did a little dance, I replied. “Morning, Dougie.”

He pulled out a chair for me before going to sit on his own. While gripping the arms of the chair, I scooted closer to the table. I craned my head back to see Cassie on the phone, no doubt ordering food. 

We really didn’t begin talking till the food came. I think we were just still sleepy, but food and orange juice helped. Horace was the first to get up ‘n he attacked the bacon. Then, it was Tina and finally, Angie. Who was very grumpy, by the way. So not happy about being awake.

I don’t know how it happened, but eventually we broke out into a food fight. It was awesome.

“Oi! Fucking watch it!” I exclaimed as I narrowly dodged a ketchup covered egg. I knew it was covered in ketchup ‘cause I saw Tina drown them in it. I grabbed a syrup-soaked waffle and chucked it at Dougie.

It got him right on the side of his face. He exclaimed and his face contorted in disgust. My mouth immediately contorted into deep frown ‘n my eyebrows raised, and when his crazed eyes found mine— I gasped. My gasp was so deep like a man’s that I hurt my throat doing it. 

I held my hands up as I croaked. “Wait.” He inched closer to me. “Wait! Wait!” I turned my back and started running. Something you should know about me, I never liked being chased. It gave me another type of anxiety and happiness— it was so weird. 

Eventually, Dougie caught me and we started wrestling with each other. Through our grunts, I heard the phone ring and Cassie hopped across the room to get to it. She landed on the bed and crawled to the phone. While sitting on her knees, she answered the phone.

I turned my attention back to Dougie and tried crawling away from him as he attacked my sides. It wasn’t my tickle spot, but I laughed at the pain of his fingers digging into my sides, nonetheless. 

“I’m sorry!” I yelled. “I’m sorry! I give, now cut it out.” 

Dougie loosened his hold and sat up on his knees, flipping his bangs to one side as he did so. I didn’t hesitate to get up on my feet. 

“Never!” He shouted. “You got syrup on my face.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. I playfully yelled as I charged at him ‘n I barely managed to get him into a headlock when Cassie shouted for me. She motioned the phone toward me, and my smile dropped as did my hold on Dougie.

I walked over to the phone and brought it to my ear. While taking some of the hair that fell into my mouth, I said. “Hello?”

“Aliena, love.” Polly sniffled before continuing, “Thank god you’re alright. Um, I need you to come home, darling.”

“Polly, you’re crying. What’s happened?” I’m only half-ashamed to admit that I was exaggerating my concern. Hard to actually experience when I already knew what was up.

“It’s Michael. He’s been arrested. You need to come home to the house in Small Heath. We’re gonna have a family meeting.”

“Is Tom there yet?”

Polly sniffled again before replying, “No, not yet. You still have time before it begins, so come quickly. Love you.”

“Love you too. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I hung up the phone and looked back at my mates. They were all looking at me concernedly. I waved my finger around before finding the words. “I, uh… I need to go. Cassie, can you tell Simmons—!”

She nodded. “Of course.” Cass instantly grabbed the phone and began calling him. 

I glanced at my mates one more time before walking over to the closet. I put on this off-white frock with some black heels. I didn’t fix my hair up or put on any makeup. I just packed up my things, threw on my coat, and hurried out the door. I bade everyone farewell before leaving.

I ran out of the car and into the house. I threw my backpack on the couch before shouting, “Polly, I’m here!”

Faintly, I could hear Polly gasp and then we met each other halfway in the kitchen. She pulled me into a hug and squeezed the breath right out of me. 

“Thank god!” She said. “Thank god you’re okay.” Polly parted from our hug ‘n began stroking my hair and face. 

Footsteps coming from my right caught my attention, and I hugged Finn, John, and Esme as they came up to me. All us exchanging words about how we were all glad that one another was okay. John caught me up to date as Polly was fawning over me. 

She couldn’t stop stroking my hair and kissing my temple. I didn’t mind it, but everything she did was exemplified since I wasn’t used to this sort of treatment from her. Well, I was ‘n it always happened in some sad event in our lives, and that’s probably what’s upsetting me the most. 

I managed to get her to sit down, and smoked a ciggie with her. Tom sure took his time coming home. It took him, perhaps, twenty to thirty minutes later before he strided through the kitchen and into the shop. 

I stubbed my ciggie out, just as Tom said. “John?”

“Coppers have lifted 10 of our men in Camden town, the rest of them on the run.” He replied.

Finn added. “Tom, they've taken Michael.” 

Polly rose from her seat and walked closer to the family and I followed suit, taking the opposite door to lean on. 

Tom waved Finn off saying, “Business first.”

“They took Michael— ”

“I said business first.”

“They picked him up—!”

“Polly, business first!”

‘Great! Went from having an awesome time last night to an anxiety ridden morning. I love my life. Wow, way to make it about myself. I’m amazing!’

Tom gave Pol one last look before asking John to continue. Polly looked vulnerable. She looked, sorry to say, pitiful. She was desperate to help Michael, but— obviously, Tom had an agenda he was intending to follow.

John continued. “They took all our whisky. So no doubt they'll be supping that for Christmas. They've impounded all our vans, put their own locks on the warehouse. The Eden Club and all our pubs have been raided by the coppers and handed back to Sabini and Solomons. The Black Country boys think it was Arthur who killed Billy because that's what the coppers told them. So there'll be no more free passes for our whisky boats.”

“I don't give a fuck about whisky. I don't give a fuck about Billy Kitchen.” Polly said as she walked over to the table and began to lightly slam her hand down on it as she spoke, “I want my son out of prison now.”

Esme decided to speak up, at the wrong time. “Thomas, I spoke to Johnny Dogs.”

“This meeting should just be family.” Polly insisted.

‘Ah—! Ma’am, the fuck does that make me? Oh, wait, family! You, idiot, you.’

“I can help.”

“-It's family only, she's not blood.”

“Let her speak.” Tom interjected, but Polly kept on going.

“Tommy! Or is this a business… How you forgotten family—!”

“ENOUGH!”

My hand flew to my mouth and I swear to God, my heart sank to my arse. ‘Holy fuck is the wrong, but holy hell is it erotic!’

I was given the side eye by multiple people in the room, and I quickly numbed my feelings. Faster than I ever had to before. I stood up straight and cleared my throat.

Tom looked back at Polly as he said. “Enough, Polly. Esme.”

“I spoke to Johnny Dogs. The Lees are kin.”

“The bloody Lees!” Polly exclaimed

“They can give us men.”

“We don't need more fucking men! It's men that have done the damage! It's… It is men fighting like cockerels that have put us here in the first place.”

Tommy said. “Esme, I'll take up their offer. We need men.”

There was this pregnant silence that stilled between all of us, and it made me bounce on my heels. 

Polly pointedly stared at Tommy, inching closer to him as she said. “If Michael ever gets out of prison, I am taking him away from this family, for good.” She took a step back from Tom and waved her hands around her. “This life is bad.”

Polly walked over to Finn ‘n grabbed him by the arm. “This life is all bad.” She began dragging him away and made a beeline for me. Pol gripped my arm ‘n began pulling me away too.

“Ah!” I exclaimed as my feet skidded across the floor.

“Aunt Pol, what’re you doin’?” Finn cried out as we were both being tugged away.

“Shut up and walk.”

I managed to crane my head back for one last look at Tom before Pol had tugged Finn and I out of the house. Tommy didn’t meet my gaze. 

Polly ushered us in her car and drove us to the house in Sutton. She ordered us to stay in the house, but I knew where she was going. I saw her make a call, which went on for sometime, before she darted for the door. 

I think she was calling Ada.

I grabbed her arm as she turned to leave. “Polly, wait! Where are you going?”

She sighed before taking my face into her hands. “I’m going to go see if I can get my son out by myself. Thomas isn’t going to help, so I’m doing this on my own.” Polly stroked the side of my face as she looked into my eyes.

“Don’t go...” I whispered.

Pol sucked on her teeth before shaking her head. I gripped her wrists as they were still close to my face and said. “I can—! I can call someone. My mates can help. They’re Michael’s mates too, so I’m sure they won’t mind.”

She shook her head and gently tugged her hands away from my face. I let her wrists go without hesitation. With one hand on my shoulder, and the other waving around as she talked, she said. “No. No, I can’t have your friends knowing about this side of the family. They’re different from us ‘n they need to have the best image of you they can. I will deal with this on my own. I will deal with this on my own as I’ve always done.” 

Polly quickly kissed my forehead and left just as I was about to continue to beg her not to. I ran after her, but my reaction time was a little too late since she was already in the car. I shouted after her, but she took off.

I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t—! I couldn’t interfere when she didn’t want me to, so I just walked back into the house ‘n focused on taking care of Finn. We spent our time talking and playing card games. I finished making our lunch when Ada showed up. I knew she’d show up. ‘Cause of the episode, of course. 

She brought Karl, which made everything better ‘n brighter for a while.

I  spent time playing with the baby and catching up with Ada. Eventually, I left Ada alone with Finn since I’m sure she’d wanted to talk to him alone. I had the maid make dinner ‘n eventually sent Finn’s lanky butt up to a room. Had the maid prepare it for him beforehand.  Ada and I talked into the night till Karl grew tired. 

She took another room and retired for the night. On the other hand, I only went up stairs to change into something more comfortable, then I went back down to wait for Polly to come back home. I basically wore a nightgown and put my hair into a ponytail. 

I knew Polly was going to want to take a bath ‘n I wanted to be the one to help her. It was only right since she’d helped me when I needed it. 

I hated myself. I hated myself. I could’ve tried harder. I could’ve used better words to persuade her. I could’ve—!

Polly stumbled in at around eleven o’clock at night. I sprang up from the couch ‘n she didn’t even make a fuss about the fact I was up. Pol stumbled into my arms with the stench of alcohol on her breath. 

“Ali my love!” She slurred as she leaned all her body weight on me.

I muffled a groan as I held her up. 

Polly picked herself up a bit and slapped her hands on my face. I flinched at the force she put behind it. 

“Beautiful...” She whispered. “Absolutely beautiful...” Her thumbs roughly wiped the space under my eyes. Bringing them up and down and stretched back. 

“Polly,” I whispered. “What’s happened?”

Her head jerked back and she stumbled away from me. Averting my gaze, she replied. “Is done. Michael with—! Michael will be out within, at, in the morning.”

I smiled and clapped my hands in front of my mouth. “That’s great news, Polly!”

She smiled and nodded, drunkenly. Like she was nodding like a bobble head, someone who wasn’t in control of their motor functions. Polly’s gaze drifted to the side and she pointed to the tub. “Were you gonna take a bath?”

I shook my head. “Oh, no. I thought about it, but then I was waiting for you to come home. I had the fire lit. Why? Did you want to take a bath?”

Polly stumbled forward and gripped my arms, steadying herself before she nodded. “Yes. Yeah. Ali, darling, can you be so kind… And help me?”

I nodded, my eyebrows furrowing in concern. I ran to the kitchen and filled up the bucket for hot water. This house actually had a water heater ‘n that meant hot water from the tap. I had to make a few trips back ‘n forth but it was quicker than it would’ve been at the other house. 

“Alright, all done.” I turned back to Polly, who was sitting on the couch as she gazed into the fire. Her head shot up when I spoke. I turned around as a way to give her the privacy she needed to undress. 

I could sense her walking toward the tub and I turned my body more to the left while closing my eyes. Slowly, I got down to my knees ‘n sat on them. I wanted to give her the respect she deserved. The water sloshed as she dipped her body in the tub.

“Can you pass me the soap and sponge, love?” Polly asked me.

My eyes fluttered open instantly and I crawled to where I had placed the body soap and sponge earlier. I reached up for them and then crawled back over to her before giving them to her.

I sort of just sat there as she bathed herself. Her movements were sluggish and looked to be done with great difficulty. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted to pry. I wanted her to open up to me and just cry about it. I didn’t want her to keep it in. However, I knew that was wrong, so I just picked at the carpet below me. 

Eventually, I couldn’t stand doing nothing and I asked her if I could shampoo her hair. She gave me a sloth-like smile and gave me permission. I reached up for the shampoo, took off my sheer robe, and shuffled on my knees around the tub. 

Polly leaned forward to give me some room. I scooped up some of the water from the tub using the pitcher and poured it along her hairline, slowly making my way to the back of her scalp. 

Shampooing someone else’s hair was always something comforting to me. I did Cassie’s hair all the time as she did mine. It was a type of intimacy that was more innocent than others types. 

I began humming something from Billie Holiday. I didn’t know the song by heart, but I knew some of the words ‘n rhythm enough. I was rinsing her hair when Polly’s shoulders began to shake. Muffled sobs escaped her nose as she shakily took deep breaths. 

I didn’t know what to do or say. I didn’t know if it was appropriate to touch her and hug her, so I asked. I asked if it was alright if I hugged her. Like a child, she nodded through her sobs. 

I hugged Polly from behind. She was wet, I knew that. I was painfully aware of the new sensation of my dress sticking to my body and her cold hair against my cheek. Everything in my being was screaming and begging me to launch myself backward, away from her— but my heart was pleading for me to do the opposite. 

My heart wanted to absorb her pain, and it was my heart that won. I choked back my tears. I didn’t have the right to shed them. I could’ve saved her from this pain. I could’ve prevented this. But, ultimately when I blinked, they slipped down my cheeks. 

I didn’t pry, I stayed true to my word. We composed ourselves simultaneously and silently. 

“Love?” 

I wiped my nose on my arm before answering, “Yes?”

“Can you get me a cigarette? They’re in my purse.”

I nodded as I muttered. “Of course.” I rose to my feet and walked over to her purse, which was on the sofa. I put one in my mouth and lit it. With it still hanging off my lips, I took a quick puff as I grabbed the ashtray. I placed it on the stool that had the soaps on top, and then passed Polly her ciggie.

I walked back around to the chair that was behind her ‘n admired the fire crackling. Ada came in not too long after. I left… 

Truthfully, I didn’t know why I left. 

I trudged up the stairs all the way to my room. I closed the door behind me and slid down it.

I felt like a complete piece of shit and hollow and empty. My face scrunched up in a sob, but no tears came out. There was this increasingly more painful headache forcing me to acknowledge it, and with it came anger and annoyance. I wanted to punch the walls. I wanted to throw stuff around. I wanted to kill Campbell for what he’s done to this family.

I wanted his blood. I wanted to slit his throat. I wanted to bite a chunk of his neck out. I wanted…

I heaved a deep breath and found it still difficult to breathe. I crawled forward on all fours with one hand supporting my weight while the other clutched my throat. I took deep breaths till finally I couldn’t take it anymore. 

I had to release these emotions inside of me. The need to punish myself became overwhelming, and my eyes flickered to the suitcase that laid under my bed. 

I shook my head. ‘I couldn’t afford any marks’ I thought. 

With my other job, my body is a tool ‘n any harm to it hinders my ability to get it done. 

So, I yanked the straps of my gown down and let it fall under my waist. Ferociously, I began to claw away at my neck, arms, and stomach. The burn. The burn was what I needed. 

And when I stopped, the pain took over but as much as it meant everything— it was also nothing. 

Slowly, I brought the straps of my gown back up to my shoulders, rose to my feet, and sauntered over to my bed. I climbed in it and just laid there while staring at the lamp that was always on at my desk. I fell asleep, eventually…

The next morning, Polly came into my room ‘n asked if I wanted to come with her to go ‘n get Michael. I felt like she wanted me to go with her, so I said I’d go. While dressing up, I was glad to see that none of the scratches I’d made scarred up. 

I made sure to dress warmly since we would be going out so early in the morning and then we headed off to pick him up. We didn’t make any conversation during the drive or as we waited for him to come out. 

But nothing— and I mean nothing, could tear my eyes away from the scarf around her neck. 

I chose to lean against the wall as we waited while Polly was pacing back ‘n forth on the pavement. When Michael walked out, the first thing I noticed was the ugly bruise on his right cheek. Then, I noticed the little cuts all around his face. The need to comfort him was strong, but he walked straight toward his mother while smoking a ciggie.

“You need cream on them cuts or they'll go bad.” Polly said to ‘em.

Michael didn’t reply. He took a drag before saying, “The screws told me why I've been freed. They told me what you did.”

Polly looked away from Michael. Her gaze found mine, and she hurriedly looked away from me too. Polly stared straight on, instead. 

“They thought it was funny.” He continued. Michael took another puff before he said. “Maybe it is.”

The urge to degrade and make someone cry had never been activated so fast in me before now. I glared at Michael as he walked away. My blood boiled with each step he took.

With my foot, I launched myself away from the wall and walked to Polly’s side. I put a hand on her shoulder and whispered. “C’mon. Let’s go. He probably needs time is all.”

Polly said nothing, but allowed me to lead her over to the car.

Michael eventually had to come home, and he had the audacity to knock at my door. Of course, I let him in but only to give him a piece of my mind. 

“Do you even know what she did?” He shouted.

“She got you out, didn’t she? Why should you care how?” I shouted back.

“She fucked Campbell to get me out. She prostituted herself!”

I pretended to process it and be shocked before I continued. “And? So fucking what? Who are you to say that it was funny, huh? Fucking bastard! Fucking ungrateful prick!” 

I wanted to put my hands on him so badly, but I resorted to punching my palms repeatedly instead. As well as folding in on myself.

I whipped my hair back and ran a hand through my hair. 

“You’re tellin’ me you don’t see anything wrong with that? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Of course there’s something wrong with that! Campbell abused his position and abused his powers. He raped your mother!”

His face fell.

I scoffed. “Did you actually think I would side with you? Oh, fuck you, Michael. I would’ve done the same for me own son and so much more. She did that out of desperation ‘n fear ‘n pure maternal love! And—! And, you threw it back ‘n her face! I mean look at you, Michael. How much more of that could you have withstood?”

“All of it! I would have taken every beating… Every fucking—!” Michael choked up and rose his fists over his eyes. 

I averted my gaze. My tongue prodded the inside of my cheek as I violently shook my right leg. I tsked before rushing toward Michael and pulled him into a hug. Weakly, he hugged me back. 

Muffled, I said. “I’m not the one who has to forgive you for the things you said, but me and you are not alright right now. And I need you to respect the fact I need some time to process and get over what you said to her. It was very insensitive and I don’t play when it comes to situations like that. I don’t care about the excuse. You should have comforted her or each other when you were given the chance.” I parted from the hug and turned around. 

I didn’t turn back around till I heard my door shut from behind me.

About a week and a half has passed since Michael’s release and we’re still not on good terms. He hasn’t apologized to Polly for what he said, so obviously I wasn’t going to just sweep that shit under the rug. Little shit would have no idea how much restraint it took to not slap him across the face!

Of course I encourage him to “get it over with” and “clear the air.” But the stubborn twat was like his mum, and he refused to do so. It was like that conversation we had went in one ear and out the other. So, I’ve just steered clear of ‘em. Pissed me off just looking at him.

Anyway, John and I went to visit Arthur in jail. He was pretty rough, but when was Arthur not? We just visited him to see him. Tommy didn’t have a plan drawn up yet. Other than that, I’ve been busy with work. Legit and side hustle alike. 

Since the coppers fucked with the inventory, Tommy needed my help with the numbers and had me running around more often. At the same time, Dom gave me hit orders every other day. 

Some of the hit orders were during the day as well! I had to run off to get that job done, then hurry back to Small Heath. I’m just lucky nobody gets on my arse. Tommy could, no doubt there, but he was busy himself and I got the job done anyway. 

I knew he had some Peaky men or juniors watching me, for my “protection.” I knew they told him what I was doing, where I was going, but they never found out what I did. I had to let Dom know what was going on at home, and he helped me get away from them. 

Was it suspicious? Short answer, yes. 

Not like I could stop the side, though. The second season was coming to an end soon and what happens on Derby Day determines if I’m staying in this family or not. I, myself, don’t even know what to expect. 

I mean, it’s obvious he’s going to sleep with Grace and knock her up. What the fuck did I even want to happen? Did I want him to just confess to me and we get together instead? Well, of course, I want that to happen! But it’s not. And I can’t even see Tommy doing something as cringy as that. Yes, cringy.

The idea of him just springing on a confession on me still made me cringe up. My feelings have never been recuperated, so if they were to finally be mutual— there’s a good chance I wouldn’t have the romantic reaction I would be hoping for. Sad truth, but what could I do? Not like I had control over what my crushes felt. 

So, basically, if Grace is pregnant— I’ll quietly go away. I haven’t brought it up to Cassie yet, but I’m planning on slumming it with her. Just for a while, I know I have enough money to buy a house of my own. I would probably get Dom to do it for me, though, since I had no idea how to do it. 

If Tom tried to find me, then I’d just hide at Dom’s place. I’m sure he’d let me. On the topic of Tom, though— I missed him. Like talking to him, bugging him, and especially seeing his face. I was being deprived of my daily dose of serotonin. It was a crime!

Despite all that, today was a night of relaxation. I’d planned to go out with my mates, but since it’d be too dangerous to go South— they had to come to me. Ridiculous, I know but Tom insisted on the idea the last time I saw him. Even though I’d been going all around the fucking country for a week and a half.

We were in the snug at the Garrison. Smoking a few cigs while sipping on our bevvies. It was a girls’ night despite the fact that Finn was here. Let him have two pints, and that was it. He was still working on his first like a good lad. 

Angie spat. “I mean who the fuck does that bitch think she is? Just because her mum is a famous pianist doesn’t mean she is too! Dumb dora doesn’t know about key or pitch to save her life.”

I raised my eyebrows and slurped my bevvy. I smacked my mouth before asking. “Hey, Ange. How are you and Horace?”

Her movements faltered and a smile crept up on her face. I gasped and my hand shot over my mouth.

“Oh my god! Oh my god, are you two finally dating? Are youse dating?” My hand flew back to Cassie’s arm and I gripped it while shaking her. She was just as excited as I was.

Angie couldn’t meet my gaze to save her life. “I-! We… Yeah, we’re dating. I, I said yes.”

All of us girls squealed and congratulated her. Internally, I was congratulating my boy, Horace. My mans was pinning after Angie since childhood and he finally got the girl. 

Even material to make a story out of, oop! Mayhaps.

She told us how it happened. They had been in a fight since her father secretly set her up on a blind date and he’d caught them as she was out. Horace didn’t blow up on them at the spot, but Angie felt compelled to follow him out the restaurant they were dining in. On the street, he aggressively professed his love and told her he couldn’t bear to beat around the bush anymore. He gave her an ultimatum, and she was thrown off by how assertive he was being. It made her heart flutter, and she confessed she felt the same. 

Another round of squeals at the table, please! Poor Finn, he had to suffer through us. His own fault for volunteering to, like, chaperone me.

The topic changed to the ball Cassie had for her 21st birthday. This happened like a couple of Fridays ago since her birthday was on the tenth of February. It was really extravagant and the theme was like a royal ball. So, we got to dress up in these really amazing ball gowns. I wore this beautiful green ball gown that was most likely akin to 16th century fashion, as one man told me. 

I wouldn’t know the exact period my dress resembled since that wasn’t my area of expertise. Glad the man knew, though!

Cassie tapped me on my arm, her face contorted in confusion. “Ali… What did we do for your birthday?”

I blinked before smiling. “Oh, we didn’t do anything.”

Her face immediately contorted in horror and she looked at Angie and Tina, which of course made me do the same. They had the same expression on their faces.

Tina raised a finger and began wagging it as she said. “Wait a minute… Did we even do something for your birthday last year?”

“Uh...no.” My eyes kept flickering between the three of them and I watched as the horror deepened in their faces.

They began showering me in apologies, and while it did comfort me— it annoyed me at the same time. ‘Like it was too late for apologies since the days already passed. So, like why sweat it now?’

The girls surrounded Ali and showered her in apologies. Finn watched from the sidelines. He saw the flicker of discomfort on Ali’s face before she began to smile. 

He knew that his family had forgotten about her past two birthdays as well, and he wanted to get something for her. But the last time he did that— he got in trouble for it. So, the best he did was wish her happy birthday. 

“Okay! Okay! We obviously just have to throw the biggest party ever to make up for them both.” Cassie said, her lips pursing as she talked. Tina and Angie nodded, but Ali sighed. 

She shook her head while clutching her forehead. “No. No, it’s alright really. My birthday passed. I don’t need anything.”

The girls dismissed her wishes, which annoyed the crap out of Ali and Finn. 

Ali rubbed her eyes roughly before waving her hands up. “Okay, okay, fine! We can have a little something. It has to be little. I’m not allowed South, so—!”

Cassie cut her off. “That’s completely alright. We can do it here like last time. You know?” She looked around the room. Tina and Angie nodded in agreement. 

Ali thought about it and just succumbed to her mates’ wishes. Ali took a breath and thought about it in a different perspective. Instead of holding onto the fact her birthdays were overlooked, she was just appreciative that they, at least, wanted to celebrate it now.

They girls talked it out and they decided they would reconvene next Friday at the Garrison. Finn was welcomed to join, and the lad was not going to miss it for anything in the world because of what they were planning.

These girls were planning to get “fucked up.” More specifically, Aliena “fucked up.” He had some idea of what that meant, and he knew he wasn’t going to like it. 

Eventually, Finn ended up asking Aliena what that meant, and she told him that her mates basically wanted to get her really drunk. He knew he wouldn’t like it. 

That week Finn, Aliena, and the girls were all just really preparing for the “doomsday.” Aliena was pumped up to have fun with her girls in her honor, and couldn’t decide what she to wear. The girls were trying to find gifts for her birthdays, you know, since they missed two of ‘em. 

While Finn, he was going through it. He was debating so hard whether or not to tell Tom. He didn’t know if he should. He usually would have, but with things being so tense lately— he really didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news or add fuel to the fire. So, he decided against it and was just glad to be invited. He also looked for a gift.

The day of the party both Finn and Aliena visited Tommy’s office. Aliena went to give him his dinner at around 5:30. She had yet to get dressed for the night, but her hair was beautifully done in waves from the braids she made the night before. She had half of it up since if it was all down— her hair would be too poofy.

Aliena knocked on Tom’s door before entering. Tom was finishing up some last minute paperwork. He didn’t tell Aliena, but he was going to Ada’s house to meet up with Grace. She’d called some weeks ago, and Tom was finally available enough to meet her. 

She rested the basket on his desk and moved a piece of her hair away from her face. “Here you go, Tommy. Have a nice night.” 

Tom picked up his head and his eyebrows wanted to furrow as he took in her appearance. Her hair was done nicely and she was wearing a nice outfit. 

Ali had on a white tank top with a sheer white long-sleeved blouse over it and wore a ribbed off-white skirt that hugged her curves. She didn’t think anything of it, but Tom sure did. 

He wondered if she got dressed up for another boy of hers, but then he realized he had no business admiring her or getting jealous. After all, he’d be meeting up with Grace in almost a half hour. 

Tom looked into Aliena’s eyes ‘n noticed she was wearing a bit of makeup and holding a vanilla folder in her hand as well. “Night, Ali.” He replied.

Ali smiled at him, gave him a nod, and knocked on his desk before spinning around on her heels. Ali was almost out the door when her hand knocked into one of the chairs and the contents of the vanilla folder went flying. Ali cursed under her breath and bent down to collect the papers from the ground.

Tom’s eyes never left her arse. Tom recognized that Aliena was blessed with well-endowed features— ample breasts and a large behind as well as thighs. He admired the way her breasts hung from her body as she had to reposition herself to get a paper that had flown under the chair. He admired the arch of her back. 

Tom realized he was acting like a pervert and resituatied himself. He silently cleared his throat and sat up straight while tugging on his pants. Aliena tapped the folder on the ground to straighten its contents before rising from her knees. 

She smiled at him, sheepishly, as she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Sorry ‘bout that, Tommy. Good night.”

Tom repeated the phrase under his breath and Aliena made it out the door without a mishap. 

Finn came in not five minutes later, passing Aliena on the way to the office. He walked straight into Tom’s office. 

Tom’s head shot up and he didn’t hesitate to begin speaking, “Finn, I want you to look after Aliena tonight. I’m going over to Ada’s and I don’t know when I’ll be back.” Tom had risen from his seat as he spoke. Putting on his coat and cap. 

Tom walked over to Finn and clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Alright?”

Finn nodded. “Yeah, got it.”

Tom nodded and began walking ahead of his little brother, but then turned around all of a sudden. Tom pointed toward his desk ‘n said. “Oh and eat that for me, yeah? Aliena made it so… It should be good.”

Finn chuckled and took his brother up on the offer. He’d been starving.

Aliena rushed home and practically inhaled her meal. She didn’t want to eat, but since was planning to drink till her liver bursted— she didn’t want to knock out on the third drink. After eating, she hauled the tub to her room and took a bath.

Aliena decided tonight was the night. 

She wasn’t going to wait for Tommy anymore. 

She’s been building up to it and she didn’t care anymore. Virginity was just some societal construct anyhow. Plus, she wouldn’t tell anyone but she owned a dildo in her other universe ‘n yeah… 

Aliena just assumed this body, that was very fucking different, had it’s hymen, so…

She freshened up and shaved her vagina. Not for the poor guy she was going to use, but for herself. Aliena was big on, “you like me for me or you can fuck off.”

Don’t worry Ali had her hair all tied up away from the water and when she was done— all she had to do was dry her body off.

Ali kept her towel on as she did her makeup. She kept it light and noir like she did for the Garrison’s reopening. After makeup, she slid on her dress. The best Ali could describe it was a loose body con dress that had ruffles that reminded her of a curtain. It was sky blue ‘n fit with the times. 

Ali took down her hair once she was done putting on her dress. She tried her best to keep her waves, but they had ultimately lost most of their volume throughout the day. Aliena tried to not let it bother her. She put on her heels, grabbed a matching clutch, and her white fur coat. 

Aliena walked over to Finn’s room ‘n knocked on his door, asking if he was ready. He didn’t answer from his room, but from downstairs. Aliena hurried down the flight of stairs, joined their arms once she was down, and then they were on their way to the Garrison. 

Isaiah met them on the way, which was a pleasant surprise. Finn had invited him along ‘n of course Aliena wouldn’t mind. She hadn’t seen him in a long time, and she figured it was due to the business. 

Aliena was escorted with two men around her arms to the Garrison and she chatted with them the whole way. She was all smiles and it warmed both the men’s hearts. More so Finn than Isaiah. 

When they got to the pub, they instantly walked to the snug. They quickly seated themselves down ‘n got comfy. Isaiah ordered their bevvies from the window and they were served not too long after. 

The gang couldn’t have gotten there not twenty minutes later. Their hands were occupied with gifts ‘n the boys were carrying the cake. Aliena couldn’t feel more loved ‘n appreciated. She greeted her mates with kisses and hugs ‘n thanked them for the party. 

Aliena ended up thanking Douglas and Horace for showing up and for their gifts separately since she wasn’t expecting them. First manner of business was the birthday cake. Horace revealed this magnificent simple cake that had twenty candles around it.  

Ali couldn’t stop covering her face as she smiled. She tried reeling in her emotions, but she never could act “right” when people sang her happy birthday. For her birthday wish, she wished that she’d continue on working on her happiness. 

Before having a piece of cake, Aliena opened her presents. Cassie gave her another set of expensive jewelry that was to die for! Ali loved it! Douglas gave Aliena a new pair of shoes, a clutch, and a purse. While it wasn’t to die for, Aliena appreciated it since after all he didn’t even ask her what she wanted. It was ballsy to get a gift for Ali without talking to her first since her face usually gave her true thoughts away.

She’s worked on that since she was young, but sometimes it will show. Hasn’t happened yet, but doesn’t mean it won’t.

Angie gave Aliena more designer clothing while Horace bought her a typewriter. She absolutely gushed over their gifts, especially the typewriter. Tina’s present was Pride and Prejudice, Anna Karenina, Little Women, Romeo and Juliet, and The Picture of Dorian Gray. Aliena loved the fact that Tina gave her books. Truth be told, she hasn’t really read a book unless they were someone else’s. 

Isaiah didn’t have a gift, so we can skip over him. Finn, on the hand, did. Ali was a little apprehensive about it since last time he got her a gift, he would’ve caught a charge if he was anyone else. It was a big box, too. Aliena shook the lid off the box to find a box of items packed inside. There were about five different shades of lipstick, two bottles of perfume, and a whole lot of makeup. 

Ali couldn’t help but be in awe at the gift. She hugged Finn and thanked him for something so wonderful ‘n thoughtful. Finn was able to let go of the breath he was holding and felt extremely happy that she loved her gift. Swear, the boy had a smile for a majority of the night.

The minute Aliena was done opening her gifts, the real party began. Finn watched as Aliena and her mates took shot after shot after shot. He participated a bit himself, but out of conditioning from Aliena— he took his time. Isaiah was faring no better. He’d received the same order as Finn. His sole duty tonight was to protect Aliena ‘n the way she was drinking— he had a bad feeling something was gonna happen.

Eventually they made their way out of the snug ‘n began dancing more freely. Isaiah expertly manipulated Ali into only dancing with their mates. The minute she tried catching the eye of literally anyone else, he’d step in. 

Out in the city, he had no problem with who she danced with or who she made out with. In Small Heath, his and every other person’s eyes were at stake. But more importantly, his eyes were at stake!

Truthfully, Aliena wasn’t actually drunk— she was buzzed! But, she wasn’t drunk. She was mimicking Cassie’s behavior, who was on a completely different level drunkenness than her. She did it in a sense of solidarity and recklessness. She felt that since they were celebrating her birthday, since it was her night— she should be able to act freely. Especially when she was trapped in Birmingham per Tommy’s orders. 

Aliena was getting bored with just dancing and began to sing. She sang ‘Ain't No Other Man’ by Christina Aguliera. At first, it was just the mates who were aware that she was singing, but then other patrons heard her voice. Aliena was lifted in the air by a particularly strong ‘n tall patron and he set her down on the bar top. 

Aliena “under the influence” began to sing as clearly as she could and belt as loud as she could, as much in tune as she could manage. 

Not like they would know if she butchered the song or not.

Finn, who watched all of this go down, had enough. In his opinion, Aliena had gotten out of control ‘n it was out of his hands. So, he decided to get the big guns involved.

His senses were filled with her. Her perfume, the texture of her dress, the taste of her lips and the feeling of pressing them against his own. 

So, what had changed for him?

Tom wondered why her kiss didn’t set him aflame like it did months ago. 

“Tommy. Tommy, do you have someone?” She asked him. 

Tom kissed Grace again. 

“It's too late, Tommy.”

“It's 11:00, Grace.”

“I mean, it's too late. If you'd come with me to New York...”

“I had things to do.” He kissed her again, searching for that feeling. That feeling of completion and—! And wholeness.

“You mean the coin landed the wrong way?”

“It couldn’t have worked. That was the question.” Their lips met once more ‘n fiercer this time ‘round.

Grace parted from the kiss and breathily asked. “Tommy… Tommy, do you have someone?”

‘Yes?’ He thought as the memory of Aliena looking back at him at the park flashed in his mind. Tom took a deep breath. “I have a racehorse. She’s gonna win the Derby.” He said. Tom joined their lips again and this time— they didn’t part after a few seconds.

Tom was desperately seeking that feeling of passion, but he figured he was gettin’ into his own head by rushing it. So, he took it slow. Grace slipped down the sleeves of her dress, and it hardly did anything for him.

It aroused him, of course, but—! It wasn’t the same. It was akin to the times he’s laid with a prostitute. 

‘You’re getting in your head, Tom. The feeling will come back. Take your time.’ He told himself. He led her backward toward the couch, his lips never parting from hers. 

The more time he spent kissing her, the more that pit in his stomach grew. 

That feeling wasn’t coming back. 

Tom trailed down to her neck, and he paid attention to Grace there before going back to her lips.

‘Nothing. Nothing. Nothing! Give it some fuckin’ time, man!’

Then by the grace of God, the phone started going off. Tom parted from the kiss ‘n Grace’s hands flew to his face.

“Let it ring.” She rasped while trying to pull his face back to hers.

Tom never averted his gaze from the phone ‘n it didn’t stop ringing either. Annoyed, he got up from the couch and walked over to the telephone.

Tom had barely gotten the address out when Finn’s voice cut through the phone. “Tom, Tommy, are you there?”

“Finn, what’s happened? What’s wrong?” Panic overwhelmed his being and Tom began buttoning up his shirt.

The pub could be heard through the phone and Tom swore he could hear Aliena, but he thought he was just imagining it. 

Finn cleared his throat. “Uh, Tom, it’s Ali. She’s kinda going outta control right now.”

“You are there when I'm a mess

Talk me down from every ledge

Give me strength, boy, you're the best!

You're the only one who's ever passed every test!” 

Aliena’s belting could be heard from over the phone ‘n Tom sighed, exhaustedly. 

Finn continued. “She’s dancing and singing on top of the bar at the Garrison. I just—! I don’t know. I thought you should know. I don’t know what to do! Do I just let ‘er or—?”

Tom exhaled deeply as he rubbed his forehead. “Finn, all right, calm down. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Get her off the fucking bar top ‘n make sure she doesn’t do anything else.” He hung up the phone, turned around, and faced Grace.

She looked confused with her eyebrows drawn together and Tom was half surprised to see that her dress was still down. 

“Tommy,” She began. “What’s happened?”

Tom blinked before replying, “I, uh, I have to head back to Birmingham.”

“What?” She asked softly as she rose to her feet and slipped her sleeves back over her shoulders. 

Tom began putting his coat on as he said. “I can drive you, if you’d like, or you can call a Taxi.”

Grace scoffed while shaking her head. “You're serious, Tom?”

Tom looked at her like she stated the obvious and gave her a curt nod. “Yeah.”

Grace’s jaw dropped a little as did her head. She picked up her head, steeled her gaze, and stood up straighter. “I can find my own way back.”

He nodded again before motioning her to follow him out the door. 

The night didn’t go as he’d planned. But he had more important things to worry about. 

‘Fucking Aliena!’

Aliena was just glad she was able to finish her song before Finn and Isaiah pried her off the bar top. She had her little moment ‘n that’s all that mattered to her. ‘Cause she managed to get the attention of most of the lads in the pub.

Some were just staring at her from afar while others actually walked up to her. But they only managed to get a few words in before they were run off by Isaiah. At first it was cute. Yes, Aliena thought it was cute that Isaiah was scaring off the blokes that approached her— but then it got annoying. 

Why? Because he was ruining her fucking plan to lose her viriginity tonight!

“I’ma tell ya right now, mate. You either piss off or you’re losing your eyes, which one are you gonna pick?” Isaiah threatened the man in front of him.

The man scoffed and was about to say something when Isaiah reached up for his peaky cap.

“One...” Isaiah said ‘n that was all it took for the bloke to run off. 

  Aliena scoffed as she tried to look over Isaiah’s shoulder only to catch a glimpse of the guy running off. Aliena groaned and roughly shoved Isaiah in the chest. “The fuck are you doing, Saiah!” She shouted.

Isaiah raised his hands in surrender. “Look I’m sorry, Ali. All right, I’m sorry.”                              

Aliena’s face contorted in confusion and her head shook. “No, what the fuck is going on! You’ve never done this before, so what the ‘ell is up?”

Isaiah sighed and looked all around the room. He debated tellin’ her the truth or not, and he decided it would be easier if she just knew what was up. “Look, Ali… I can’t let any bloke in here have a go at you, all right?”

Her face didn’t change. “The fuck is that supposed to mean? The fuck you mean ‘you can’t let me’? Who’s...” Her voice trailed off as did her gaze.

‘No way!’ She thought. ‘There’s just no fucking way!’

Aliena huffed. “Di-Did Tommy—! Does Thomas have something to do with this?”

Isaiah nodded. He hesitantly said. “Tom… He ‘n the family ordered a long time ago that no one in Birmingham is allowed to have a go at ya. They’re not even allowed to accept a confession from you. And any Peaky Blinder who tries to disobey or not try ‘n help ya if you’re in danger, or knew about it ‘n let it happen— gets their eyes and tongues cut.”

Aliena was taken back by the rule. Some part of her was in awe that Tommy cared that much for her while the other was annoyed that he was. 

Why the fuck did he have to go ‘n do that? Why the fuck was he preventing her from going out with guys when he had no intention of going out with her himself? It was fucking ridiculous!

Her nose wrinkled in her anger before she closed her eyes and tipped her head back. Aliena took a deep breath before clapping her hands in front of her. “Okay, Saiah! You have two options. One, you either keep on carrying out this ridiculous order Tom have you ‘n you’ll have to face my wrath. Or two, you call it a night and get out of my fucking way. So, what is it gonna be one or two?”

Isaiah didn’t hesitate. “Two.”

Ali raised her hand for a high-five, which Saiah reciprocated. “Good man.” Aliena said before walking off, on the prowl. 

It took sometime before the men in the pub realized Isaiah was no longer lurking around Aliena and began approaching her again. Aliena was picky when choosing the man she wanted to lose her virginity to. After all, what’s the point of doing it if she wasn’t going to enjoy it? She wanted a man she could look at and be aroused from. 

She was lucky enough to find one sitting at the bar when she walked over to get another drink. His name was Robert, last name unknown since she didn’t care for it. They made small talk, but Aliena wasn’t looking to get to know him. She just wanted to make sure she could get wet. 

And she found that she could, as she began imagining all the positions he could put her in. 

Tommy kept intruding on her imagination— hijacking her scenarios, but she’d just close her eyes ‘n take a moment. The next time she opened her eyes, he was gone.

Aliena brought her bevvy up to her mouth and took a sip before shoving Robert’s shoulder for something  he said. 

Unbeknownst to her, Tom had walked into the pub deadset on finding her. And that didn’t take very long. Tom witnessed Aliena’s little interaction firsthand. She was sitting on top of the bar top while flirting with some random fucking bloke. He didn’t know what infuriated him more.  

The fact that someone dared to go against his orders, or that she was flirting with someone in front of his face. 

Tom’s jaw dropped a little and his tongue prodded the inside of his cheek. He closed his mouth and nodded before he made a beeline for Aliena. As he grew closer, she’d finally noticed him. A smile on her face was quickly wiped off as Tom walked right up to her, tugged her off the top ‘n threw her over his shoulder.

Ali gasped and exclaimed. “What—!”

Tom hiked her further up his shoulder before spinning around and making his way toward the door. “Shut up, Ali.”

“--the fuck are you doing!”

Tom had no intention of letting her down. He feared she’d just talk her way out of it, or try to fucking run away. Tom was gonna give her the lecture of a lifetime whether she liked it or not. He wasn’t going to let her get the chance to go back to her mates and cause more embarrassment for herself. 

Aliena was shouting at Tom to let her down. She was pounding on his shoulder as an extra measure, but it wasn’t like she was doin’ it hard either. The pounding resembled more like knocking or somethin’.

Eventually, Aliena huffed and just let herself be carried to wherever he was taking her. From the streets he was walking, Ali soon realized they were going to his flat. She tsked and tried to support her head up. 

When they reached his front door, Tom hiked her up on his shoulder again before reaching for his keys. 

Aliena rolled her eyes as she muttered. “I can walk on my own two feet, you know.”

Tom ignored her as he struggled to get his door unlocked and open. It was difficult with a body over his shoulders, but he did it. The minute he walked through the door— he let Ali down. 

As she regained her footing, Tom locked the door behind him. Ali stabilized herself rather quickly and threw her head back with an overexaggerated groan as she stomped away from Tom ‘n toward the stairs.

Tom turned back ‘round and shouted. “Oi! Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

Ali rolled her eyes and faced him. A hip dropped as she said. “To bed.”

He shook his head. “No.” Tom walked right up to her face and repeated. “No. We’re going to talk about the little show you put on at the pub. Huh?”

Ali averted her gaze from him and began shaking her leg.

Tom grabbed her chin and made her face him. “Huh? What the fuck was that t’night?”

Aliena couldn’t tell ya a blag. What he did went straight to her cunt and the fact she was looking to fuck tonight— did not help her case at all.

Tom released her chin and waited for Aliena to answer.

She sighed and waved her left arm out before letting it drop to her side. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talkin’ about, Tom.”

He scoffed.

“I DON’T... know what you’re talking about ‘cause all I was doing was having some fun with my mates. That’s all.” 

Tom shook his head. “No, that’s not all. You got on that bar top and sang and danced. You got drunk ‘n started making a fool of yourself.”

Aliena tsked, rolling her eyes, and throwing her head back. “I wasn’t fucking drunk.”

“Yeah fucking right!”

Aliena looked at him in disbelief. “You know what! You weren’t even fucking there, so I don’t even know how the fuck you knew about what I was doing, by the way! Don’t tell me you had another Peaky Blinder looking after me. ‘Cause that’d mean you sicked three people on me tonight, and I’d want to know the fucking reason for that too. ”

“Finn phoned me, worried about ya. And I did not sick three people on you tonight. I only told Finn to look after you.”

Aliena sighed deeply at the news, her eyes rolling again. A hand came up to her forehead and she rubbed it. “Finn...” She whispered. “Of fucking course, that goddamn kid.” Aliena didn’t even look at Tom again. Instead, she waved him off as she turned around while walking toward the staircase. 

“And where do you think you’re going, Ali? We’re not done here!” He shouted as he watched her climb the stairs. His gaze naturally falling on her arse. 

She craned her head back a little as she replied. “Yes, we fucking are. Both of our emotions are high right now. There’ll be no moving forward in this conversation. So good night, Tom.” 

Tom shook his head, his pointer finger running over his bottom lip. Angrily, he ripped off his coat, and threw both it and his cap on his sofa. He marched up the stairs as he shouted for Aliena.

Dumbly, Ali was deciding which room she wanted to bunk in for the night, and it allowed Tom just enough time to catch up with her. He grabbed her by the crook of her arm and pulled her into his room. He threw her into it, to which she cried out. 

“Jesus Christ, Tommy!” She yelled. 

None of this was helping, by the way. This roughness he was handling her with. Yeah, she liked this! So, he wasn’t winning in the slightest.

His eyes were blown wide, and his hands were on his hips. With the wave of his finger, he asked. “Yeah ‘n who the fuck was that who you were talkin’ too? Eh!”

Aliena squeezed her hands into fists before letting them relax as she stifled her groan. “God, Tommy! Why the fuck does it matter?”

“Who was he, Aliena! I want a fucking name!”

“I DON’T KNOW! Okay? He’s name was Robert and that’s all I know.” She yelled louder than Tom, which was making his blood boil more. Aliena clapped her hands and with finger guns, she began. “You know fucking what? Answer my fucking question, Tom. Why the fuck do you care? Huh?”

Aliena inched closer to him, and making Tom stand up straighter, slightly.

“Why the fuck did you have your men scare away other men away from me? Explain it to me.”

Tom chuckled, humorlessly. “For your own protection, sweetheart.”

She shook her head. “No. I would’ve believed you if you only ordered them to maim anyone who tried assaulting me. That would make it believable. But to put a city wide order that I was not to be fucking approached in the slightest! That even if I went up to them, they better run the other fucking direction unless they wanted to lose their eyes! No… Fucking no. So, tell me, Thomas. What the fuck is up?” 

Aliena was standing directly under Tom. She could hear his heavy breathing with clarity. He didn’t respond. She scoffed and walked away from him further into the room. 

By the grace of “intoxication,” Aliena felt like she was finally bold enough. She was going to blame it on the alcohol. If what she was about to do, backfired on her— she’d deny, deny, deny.

Tom watched as Ali walked away from him before facing him. The air about her was different. She didn’t look angry and annoyed anymore; she looked like she was on a mission. It was attractive. Seductive. Arousing.

Aliena’s fingertips trailed up her arm, an eyebrow raised as she said. “You wanna know why I was even talking to Robert, Thomas.” Her fingertips grazed up her left shoulder and across her collarbone. “It’s because I intended on fucking him.” Her voice trailed off at the end.

Tom’s head snapped up and he looked at her straight in the eyes, flabbergasted. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. 

‘She—! She was gonna what?’

Aliena giggled, humorlessly, as she took in Tommy’s expression. Her fingertips stopped her dance as she did so. Ali composed herself rather quickly ‘n she continued. “I was going to fuck him...” She shrugged her shoulders and pursed her lips as she said. “To finally get over you.”

Aliena cocked her head to the side and waited for his reaction. Tom shuffled his stance and tucked his hands into his pockets. He could feel his eyes glaze over and lust creep on him as Aliena teasingly had a single fingernail under the strap of her dress.

Aliena looked away before looking back at him. “So, there it is, Tommy. I said it. Now, you have two options. You either walk out that door, or...” Aliena attempted to look sexual as she slipped both of the straps of her dress down her shoulders ‘n let it fall to the ground. 

Tom gulped at the sight of her. Her bare breasts. The sight of her in nothing but her panties.

“You fuck me.” She finished, fixing her posture. 

Truthfully, she was trembling in anxiety. She hoped to God she wasn’t making a fool of herself.

Tom had to internally fight his demons and he needed to do it quickly, out of respect for her. It was a whole lot of, “should he” or “should he not.” But then, Aliena just had to trail her fingertip down her neck again with this far-off gaze and he knew his choice.

Tom rushed toward Aliena and captured her lips, hungrily. Aliena couldn’t help but gasp happily. Her mouth opening wide. Tom didn’t waste the opportunity to shove his tongue inside. He made her walk backward toward the wall. The pace caused Ali to be shoved into the wall. The pain that erupted in her back made her moan into his mouth. 

Tom’s hands trailed up from her waist all the way to her breasts and he squeezed them eagerly. Almost wantonly, Ali gasped with a smile again as she arched her back into Tom’s hands.

This… This is what Tom was talking about. This passion, this feeling of completion! This was it!

Tom parted from her lips which made her pant for air. He pressed kisses on the side of her mouth, her cheek, before peppering her neck with them. Aliena’s fingers found Tommy’s hair and she found herself pressing him closer against her neck. 

‘So, she feels it here...’ He thought.

Tom increased his antics. Nipping, sucking, and kissing her neck all over. While Aliena wasn’t moaning, she was panting ‘n gasping as if she couldn’t breath. Hitching as if she were in pain. 

Tom left her neck and lowered himself down to her breasts. He rolled her left nipple in his mouth while still kneading her right breast. When he decided to tug on her nipple with his teeth, he tugged on her right nipple with his fingers. Aliena gasped and yanked Tom’s hair as she arched her back into him further.

“Tommy...” She rasped. “I—! Please.” 

Mentally, it hurt her to plead like this. It sent her cheeks aflame, and she would’ve hid her face in embarrassment if she wasn’t feeling so much pleasure from running her fingers through his hair.

As Tom moved to her right tit, he shushed her and whispered against her skin. “Patience, love.”

Aliena’s breath hitched once more as Tom nibbled on her nipple, her thighs rubbed together. It did nothing, but allow her to get some pent up energy out of her. 

Tom let go of her right nipple with one last tug before he rose up a little to begin marking up the space above her breasts. Aliena giggled at him.

“So, are you a tits man, then, Tommy?” She asked breathily, a giggle at the end of her sentence.

Tom stopped sucking on a particular spot on her chest as he began to smile. He picked his head up and pecked her lips repeatedly. “Yours. I’ve. Been. Wanting to. Do this. To yours.”

Aliena’s hands had slid down to his face and she stroked his cheek lovingly. She parted from their pecks and whispered. “Who am I to deny you, then?”

Tom stared into her eyes before hooking his hands in the crooks of her knees and carrying her. Ali yelped and wrapped her arms around his neck before going into a giggling fit. Tom walked over to his bed and plopped her down on it. 

Aliena bounced as a result. Tom hurriedly back to yank his clothes off and cursed himself for wearing so many accessories. While Tom was working on taking off his shirt sleeve garters, Ali had scooted herself down the bed and worked on getting his belt off.

The whole situation was laughable, so Tom began to laugh— which made Aliena laugh. Once Tom got the bloody things off, Aliena had already thrown aside his belt and unzipped his pants. Tom bent down and tried to kiss Aliena. 

She realized what he was trying to do ‘n met him halfway by standing on her knees. Grateful that she allowed him to bend less, he continued working on unfastening the buttons on his vest ‘n shirt while slipping off his shoes. He took off his shoes, stepped out of his pants, and kicked them both away while throwing his vest and button up off his shoulders. 

The pair broke their kiss to let Tommy yank off his under shirt. Tom found her lips once more as he slowly climbed on top of her and hovered above her on his bed. After a minute or two more of kissing, he parted and asked against her lips. “Are you sure you want this, Aliena? We can stop right now.”

Ali stared into Tommy’s eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. She nodded her head. “I want you, Tommy. It’s always been you.”

They stared into each other’s eyes a bit longer before Tom’s head ducked down and began trailing deep kisses all the way down to her groin where the hem of her panties lied. He placed kisses along the hem as he hooked his fingers into the side of the band, and slowly slid them down. 

Aliena’s eyes were closed shut and she was fisting the blankets of his bed. She flinched at every kiss he placed closer and closer to her cunt. 

Tom licked a long stripe upward toward Ali’s clit as he slid her panties down her legs entirely. Ali whimpered as her hips bucked. Tom couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his mouth. Aliena was biting her bottom lip so harshly that she was afraid it would split. 

Tom spread her pussy and started off slow before working his way toward violently flicking her clit with his tongue and sucking on it. Aliena still didn’t allow her moans to escape her, instead, only letting out whimpers, gasps, and pants. 

Aliena’s thighs clamped around Tom’s ears, but that didn’t stop him. Hell, it couldn’t even stop him from hearing her little mewls. 

Ali felt that familiar build up growing in the pit of her stomach, and her hand flew to Tom’s hair. “Tommy, I’m close!” She said. “Stop, please. I don’t wanna... without ya...”

Tom didn’t stop, in fact, he worked her faster. “Go on.” He rasped. “Come.”

Aliena’s hands flew to her face as her face contorted in pure pleasure. Tom didn’t like that. She was blocking the view. Ali threw her head back and finally let out an audible moan. Her hips wildly bucked against Tom’s mouth and chin, and he let her ride out her climax. 

He let go of her with a pop and a hiss. Tom took a deep breath, trying to catch it before sliding a finger along her opening. Aliena’s hands had fallen to the sides of her head. An uncontrollable smile on her face. She outstretched her arms and whispered, lovingly. “Tommy...”

Tom felt his heart swell and without stopping his teasing— he leaned toward her and kissed her as she wanted.

Aliena didn’t mind the taste of herself on his lips, she was used to it. Having been a chronic masturbator. Ali tugged on Tom’s bottom lip and when she finally let go, she coquettishly whispered. “Fuck me, Tommy, please. I’m ready.”

Tom’s eyes looked over her face and he chuckled. He pecked her lips before replying, “No, it’s your first time, Ali. I won’t be rough with you. This time.”

Ali’s mouth stretched upward into a smile and she bit her lip. “Promise?”

As Tom finally slipped a finger inside her— making her gasp, he rubbed his nose against hers, replying, “I promise.”

Tom slowly pumped his finger in and out of Ali, and truthfully, the girl felt nothing. She’s teased her hole with her fingers loads of times. So, it was just a foreign feeling. But for the sake of seemingly “innocent,” she began panting a little.

Tom added a second finger and then a third— and that’s when she felt something. Her pants turned real and she wondered if he had to add the third finger so that she could accommodate to his size. She still hadn’t seen him. 

Meanwhile, Tom was handling his delayed satisfaction just fine. He wasn’t a teenager anymore, so he was lucky enough to just be able to focus on making this the best experience for Aliena as possible. When he felt that her pussy was sucking his fingers in, instead of trying to push them out— he removed them. 

Aliena moaned and looked up at Tom. Tom misinterpreted her gaze as her being scared and was quick to reassure her that everything would be alright. In reality, Aliena was just startled that her pleasure had been taken away from her.

She never thought she’d get off on fingers. She thought it was impossible for her. 

‘You really do need someone else’s fingers.’ She thought.

Tom pulled down his boxers and kicked them away. He was about to gather her wetness when Ali took his hand and pulled it toward her mouth. She gathered the saliva in her mouth and let it fall down onto his hand. His cock throbbed in his hand at the action. 

He couldn’t believe that she’d be this tempting. 

Tom lathered his cock in Ali’s spit and pumped his cock a few times, hissing at the pleasure he gave himself before lining up to Aliena’s entrance. Tommy hovered above her and took his free hand, and interlocked it with hers. 

“You ready?” He asked once more.

Aliena nodded. “Yes, yes, please...”

Tom kissed Ali as he slowly entered her. Ailena moaned from the sensation. Tommy began littering the side of her mouth and cheek with kisses. They both groaned when he was fully sheathed inside her. Her walls fluttered around his cock, squeezing him tightly. 

Made him grunt from the sensation. 

Aliena wasn’t in pain, but it has certainly been awhile since a cock has been inside her. Not to mention, she was still pretty sure this body was a virgin. There was no pain, but there was a lot of pressure. She couldn’t tell if he was big or not.

Aliena just felt very “full” and “satisfied.”

“Move, Tommy.” She rasped.

Tom breathily chuckled. “I can’t. You haven’t gotten used to it, yet.”

Aliena gripped his chin and made him face her. “Tommy, move slowly. I want to feel you.”

How the fuck could he deny that?

Slowly, Tom began moving his hips. He’d pull out just enough so his tip won’t fall out and then slide all the way back in. Ali whimpered at the feeling, but after enough times— she found herself wanted more. So, she vocalized it.

“Faster, Tommy.” 

Tom complied to her wishes and began thrusting faster. He found himself admiring this whole situation. Intoxicated on the feeling he’d been missing from… Yeah.  It was Ali. He’d fallen in love with Ali. 

Tom was taking in every reaction she had. With her legs wrapped around his waist, her breasts bouncing softly with each thrust, and her face contorted in pleasure. She couldn’t hide since their fingers were interlocked. 

Tom’s breath began to waiver as pants and grunts escaped his lips. He picked up the pace to which Ali couldn’t hold back her moans anymore. This only encouraged Tom to go even faster. 

“Fuck, Tommy! Yes!”

Ali was unsure of what she was feeling. She couldn’t tell if she was climbing toward her big O, or if she was getting off on pleasing him. She actually never orgasmed when using her dildo, but this was different. Sex with Tommy was different, of course it was, and that’s what threw her off. 

It wasn’t till Ali began bucking her hips upward did she realize she was really feeling it. Ali admired Tom’s blissed out face. She was doing this to him, and it absolutely gave her an ego boost. 

They were meeting each other’s thrust so roughly that all you could hear was skin slapping against skin along with the sloppy wet sound coming from Aliena’s pussy. It fueled them both with more lust for one another. 

Aliena felt that pit in her stomach again and she cried out as did Tom since her pussy tightened around his cock. He was so close and her tightening didn’t help at all. 

“Tommy, I’m clo—!”

Tom slammed his lips on hers before reaching down with one hand and began rubbing her clit. Aliena’s hips stuttered, her legs trembled, and her grip on Tommy’s hand turned iron. Tom pounded into her cunt, overwhelmed with pleasure. Aliena’s squeal as she came was muffled by Tom’s kiss. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her back arched into his chest. 

Tom wasn’t too far behind. He parted from the kiss and looked up at the ceiling as he came. Strained pants escaped him as he rode out their highs. Tom hiked Aliena’s legs up and got incredibly deeper which made Aliena giggle and sigh.  

Ali was surprised at how fucking nice it felt to be came inside of, but she loved every minute of it. Ali was the one to capture Tom’s lips this time and when she parted, she asked.

“You down for a round two?”

Tommy chuckled as he rested his forehead against her own. “Why the fuck not!”

Aliena gasped as he flipped them over with her now on top. Aliena laughed breathily and steadied herself by placing both of her hands on Tom’s chest. Tom was taken back at how sexy she was above him.

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