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itsmymindspeaking · 5 years

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Roxane’s Info🖤

I finally got around to making this yesterday !! Yay me lol and just wanted add some new edits for her as well 🖤 as always I can’t get enough ! Anyways here you will find a little more about Roxane I have so much fun doing these 🖤 hope you enjoy ! Lmk if you guys want to know anything else .

Personality: daring , self-assured courageous , silly , strong-willed , honest

She likes to have fun and enjoy the moment and just go with the flow which leads to her being very impulsive at times .

Likes:

Music festivals

Playing guitar

Writing / writing lyrics

Road trips

Windows down while driving

Going clubbing with friends and just having fun

Getting tattoos and piercings

Fall

Fashion

Drawing

Her cars lol

Meaningful lyrics

The 90’s

Tea and coffee

Thrift shopping

Spontaneity

Her pets

Dislikes:

Fake people

Liars

Small spaces

Bugs !! HATES BUGS

Waiting

People telling her what to do

Negative people

Being bored / not having anything to do

Most of the things she hates has to do with ignorant people

Her boyfriend is Castiel

Her close friends include:

Alana ( my oc ), Nathaniel , Alexy , Rosalya, Priya And Chani

Facts:

She drives a black ranger rover

She actually has two cars they are both range rovers and both are black , one is a convertible and one isn’t .

She comes from money but she doesn’t want to depend on her parents money .

She is very hardworking and takes school and her future seriously .

She wants to be a fashion designer

She got her first tattoo before she was 18 and with out her parents permission ( they were PISSED when they found out ) she was fine lol

She has a tongue piercing and her parents still don’t know about it

He first piercing was her septum and it’s her favorite

She also has her belly pierced but doesn’t usually wear it because it bothers her >.>

Castiel gave her an electric guitar as a graduation present in high school

She has a beautiful voice and knows how to sing but she doesn’t like to do it publicly

She has a black cat named Jude and a Samoyed named wolf

She’s an only child and wishes she had a sibling while growing up

She sometimes likes to dye her hair red either just the tips or all of it . But she always goes back to her natural blonde

Her eyes are a very light blue with a hint of green and sometimes it appears more green than blue

Her and castiel broke up for 1 year once .

She started dying her hair red after the break up

Her parents can be very strict

Her parents did not approve of castiel when they first started dating and gave them a really hard time

They sent her away to boarding school for a while because they thought he was too much of a bad influence on her little did they know it was the opposite ;)

Her parents travel a lot for work so aren’t usually around

#my candy love #mcl roxane #my oc #oc info #my candy love university life #amor doce #corazón de melón #amour sucre #sweet amoris #mcl #mclul

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melodyalanaroster · 5 years

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It’s About Time! (NSFW)

“Little Melody… You have sacrificed so much throughout your life… I’ve given you the tools to get what everyone else wants… Money, power, the ability to kick ass and take names, a nice place to live… Add that to the fact that you have a family that loves you and friends that adore you… And you have just about everything could ever want… Except the one thing I forced you to give up.” Alana looked down and put her hand to her neck, rubbing the ring concealed within the black choker and held back the sobs building within her. “Love.” she choked. Azrael looked at her, her silver eyes filled with pain. “Yes, my dear, love. Of all the missions I have sent you and your team on, this one is the most taxing… But I just know you’ll succeed.”

“Amber, I remember everything like it was yesterday. The happiness, the pain, all of it. I would never have given him up if I could have kept him safe from a distance. I know there’s nothing I can do to ever make up for leaving him… But I never stopped loving him… And each day without him continues to kill me.” “Alana… All I can say is that, what you’re doing with him now, taking your time, not turning him away, going toe to toe with him… That’s the right thing to do.”

Alana sat down on the couch next to Nathaniel. He had come over for dinner and a movie again. This had become a bit of a routine for them. At least once a week, Nathaniel came by her apartment, she’d cook for the two of them, and they’d watch a movie together. “Which one did you choose this time?” She asked. “Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them.” he smiled. “Oh? That’s surprising.” “Yeah, well, I wanted to know why you’re so obsessed with the Thunderbird that you have it tattooed on your hip.” “Nath, I gave you that whole lesson on the Ilvermorny Houses about how I got sorted and I’m in House Thunderbird.” She chuckled. “You go on and on about Frank. I want to see him.” “Alright then.”

Over the course of the movie, Alana felt Nathaniel’s hand on hers, his fingers running over hers and running along each and every finger. Frank was flying over New York and Alana had a look of pure wonder and adoration in her eyes. “You’re being awfully affectionate.” she purred as she rested her head on his shoulder. “I’ve missed you, Alana. These past few weeks with you have been wonderful…. And I don’t ever want them to stop.” he expressed. She couldn’t help but blush. As the movie ended, an overwhelming feeling took over her and she stood up. “Alana?” he puzzled. “Come with me, please.” she pleaded as she held out her hand, her eyes filled with love and desire. “Okay” he replied as he took her hand and she led him to her bedroom.

As soon as the door shut behind them, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him down to her and passionately kissed his lips. “Alana.” “Nathaniel, you know full well by now how much I’ve missed you. I’m not the only one who has told you that.” “This was not how I intended our second first kiss to be.” “Well, Mr. Jacott, that’s too bad… Because, I think we’re past the point of the cutesy types of first kiss like our last one.” “Damn, and to think, I thought you’d appreciate breaking in to the Sweet Amoris Library or making out in the Anteros Library.” he chuckled. Alana raised an eyebrow and ran her hands along his chest, lightly tugging at his shirt. “Really? Breaking into Sweet Amoris? Haven’t we done that enough?” “I thought it would be nice to have both of our first kisses in the Library.” he explained as he took of his jacket and placed it on her desk chair. “You’re so fucking corny.” Alana grinned as she took her glasses and choker off, placed them on her desk and she brought herself close to him. Suddenly, he turned serious. “Do you want to go further?” “Yes.” “Are you sure.” “Like with the rest of my love for you, I have never been more sure in my life.” “Okay then.”

Nathaniel quickly pulled Alana’s top over her head and threw it on the ottoman. Alana grabbed Nathaniel’s shirt, pulled it off and tossed it on top of hers. “God, it’s like he was photo shopped” she thought as she kissed his neck and ran her hands along his chest. He brought her lips up to his and he pressed himself against her. She could feel his pelvis against hers, his length getting harder and beginning to throb, the temperature in her core rising. He unbuttoned her pants, slid them down to the floor, looked her over, grabbed her ass, guided her, and sat her down on the bed.

“Nath…” “Yes?” “Can I properly show you how much I’ve missed you?” she begged as she unbuttoned his pants and looked up at him. “By all means love.” he smirked. Alana pulled his pants down and ran her hand along his length. Nathaniel couldn’t help but moan at the sensation. “You haven’t played with that in years.” he growled. “Not since London my dear.” She beamed as she pulled down his underwear, revealing his length. “Its been a long time Little Nath. God I’ve missed you.” she thought as she kissed his head. She began peppering it with sweet little kisses. “Alana.” Nathaniel growled impatiently. “Now Nathaniel, you know better than to be impatient with me. I may have to punish you for that.” she smirked. “Fine.” “Good.” Within seconds, she quickly took him into her mouth, causing him to step back and gasp. “Oh, fuck.” he moaned. As she licked and sucked, she couldn’t help but bring her free hand between her legs, playing with her hot, wet, core as she pumped him in and out of her mouth. “Alana, fuck, please, have mercy and let me play with you.” Nathaniel begged as he struggled to remain standing. “As you wish.” She replied as she gave him a final lick and licked her lips. He knelt down to her, started nibbling her earlobes, quickly unhooked her bra, slid the straps off her arms and tossed it aside. “Damn. No push up bra anymore?” He asked. “I had a growth spurt a couple of years ago. Instead of getting height like I wanted, I got bust. Push up bras hurt now.” She clarified as he pushed her down on the bed and got on top of her. “Lucky me. I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.” He smirked as he took one sensitive point in his mouth and the other in his fingers. Alana couldn’t help but gasp as he took turns running his tongue over her nipples. “Fuck, I’ve missed this.” she thought as he lightly scratched her breasts, leaving a trail of marks and kisses as he made his way down to her panties. “Now, let me properly show you how much I’ve missed you.” He grinned. Alana looked down at him, his head right above her slick core, his fingers looping themselves in her panties; she instinctively lifted her ass, he pulled them down and tossed them aside. “Thank god I shaved that recently!” she couldn’t help but think. Less than a second later, his head was between her legs and his tongue was stroking her. “Nath! Fuck!” She gasped as her head fell back. With each and every lick and sucking motion, she moaned and ran her hands through his hair. “Oh, god!” she moaned as she pulled his head down on her. When he stopped licking, she let go of his hair, he tilted his head up and licked his lips. “You’ve never held my head down there before.” he remarked as he brought himself above her. “I have really fucking missed you Nathaniel.” she conceded as she bucked herself against him. “What was that you said about patience you said earlier?” He chuckled as he walked over to his jacket, pulled out a condom, took the wrapper off and slid the condom on his length.

“Nathaniel, please! I need you!” She pleaded as she spread her legs and he walked over to her. He plunged two fingers into her, pulled them out, then licked them. Alana moaned and lightly arched her back. “Have I mentioned how you’re the only sweet thing I truly love to consume?” he smirked. “Cocky little shit. Such and ass!” she thought. “Please. Please my love. I want you!” She begged. “As you wish.” He cooed as he positioned himself over her on the bed and plunged himself into her. “NATH! OH MY GOD!” She yelled as she arched her back and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She put her hands on his back, pulling him into her, and leaving scratches down his shoulder blades. “That’s my girl. Take it all in.” He growled as he thrust in and out of her, taking time to bite and suck her neck at every opportunity. “Nath, at this rate, I won’t be able to cover that up.” Alana gasped between moans. “Good. I want the world to know you’re back to being mine, just as I’m back to being yours.” He moaned. Their moans continued to grow louder and louder until Alana brought Nathaniel’s ear to her mouth. “I want on top now.” she whispered. “But we’re so close.” Nathaniel pondered. “Yes, and I want you as deep inside me as possible when we cum.” she responded. “Yes ma’am.” Nathaniel replied as he put his arms around her, rolled them over, and let her position herself on top of him. “Fuck you’re radiant.” he sighed.

Alana grinned as she lifted herself above him, his length still inside her core, and brought herself down on him. “FUCK!” he moaned as his head fell back and he grabbed her ass. “That’s more like it!” she beamed as she bucked her hips. “You do realize, I love seeing you when you moan. I can’t do that so much when you’re on top.” she moaned. Once again, their moans began to grow louder and more frequent. “Alana.” “Nathaniel.” “Fuck.” “Oh god!” Nathaniel moved his hands from her ass to her breasts then back to her ass as he tried his best to lightly thrust as her hips bucked. “OH GOD!” she yelled. As their bodies synced up in rapid movement, they were both overcome with ecstatic pleasure. “ALANA!” “NATHANIEL!” they screamed as they rode out each other’s highs, their moans and sighs beginning to slow down. They looked at each other for several minutes. “I love you Alana.” Nathaniel grinned, weakly. “I love you too Nathaniel.” Alana sighed affectionately as she knelt down and kissed him.

Alana dismounted Nathaniel and walked to the bathroom for a few minutes. She looked at herself in the mirror and noticed her neck covered in hickies and bite marks. “You know? A normal person would be ashamed of these. But in this case, they really are badges of honor.” she thought as a massive smile spread across her face. Nathaniel poked his head into the bathroom, curiously. “Did you fall in?” he asked, jokingly. “No, I was just looking at the marks you left on me my love.” She beamed, walked over to him and kissed him. They walked back into the bedroom. Nathaniel grabbed his underwear as Alana walked over to her desk, picked up her choker, turned it over, opened the pouch on the back and let the little silver ring fall into her hand. “Is that the ring I gave you right before you moved to Toronto?” Nathaniel asked, shocked.

“Yes. I’ve had it with me for every training session, every mission. It’s the reason why I wear chokers. I keep the ring inside them to protect it and still have it on me.” Alana explained. “Oh, Alana.” Nathaniel purred as he walked over to her and took the ring out of her hand. “You know? Now that we’re back together, its rightful place is back on my finger.” she encouraged. “Melody Alana Roster, will you accept this ring, a second time?” Nathaniel asked. “Of course I will!” Tears began to fill Alana’s eyes as he slipped the ring back onto her finger and she threw herself into his arms.

Alana already knew what the three words that most everyone close to her would exclaim would be. The words that her parents, sister, Kentin, Amber and the entire Senior Staff of the RDR would yell as soon as it got out that she and Nathaniel were back together… The three words that were resounding through her head at that very moment… It's about time!

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I really enjoyed writing this... As the first truly NSFW thing I've ever written, I wanted to establish Alana's and Nathaniel's second first kiss and second first time. It's supposed to be emotional, and highly anticipated...

Credit goes to:

ChiNoMiko

Unnieverso

loligirlmikufan

LiyahMarih

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save-the-cronch · 6 years

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Flowers and Tattoos

Merry Christmas to @trans-space-prince !! I really hope you enjoy this!

This is for the DEH Secret Santa from @dearevanhansensecretsanta

Evan wiped his brow with his sleeve, as soon as he had placed the final load of flowers for a wedding in the buyer’s truck. It had taken all day yesterday to find all the needed flowers and sort them in the order that the bride and groom had asked for. It had only taken half an hour to load the truck.

Once the truck had driven away, Evan walked back inside his mother’s shop and went to the counter to sit on the stool behind the cash register. He didn’t have any orders he needed to work on, so he pulled out his phone and waited for anyone to walk through the doors with any last minute arrangement.

About ten minutes later, Evan looked up at the sound of the bell on top of the door ringing. In walked a tall, lanky boy, around the same age as Evan, twenty-three. He has long brown hair and wore ripped, black, skinny jeans, and a black hoodie with the sleeves rolled up, revealing a few tattoos littering the boy’s arms.

“Hi! W-welcome to Hansen’s Flowers, how, um, how can I he-help you?” Evan asked, placing his phone into his apron pocket.

“Oh, I was just wondering if I could look at your flowers for references? I work at the tattoo shop two shops down, and I realized that I didn’t have any flowers in my reference book.”

“O-oh! Yes! That’s to-totally fine!” Evan said, beaming at the man in front of him.

“Thanks…”

“Evan.”

“Thanks, Evan. I’m Connor by the way.”

Evan nods at Connor, as the tattooed man makes his way over to the flowers placed on display at the window.

Connor stays in Evan’s shop for half an hour, before he stands up, gives Evan a small wave, and exits the shop. The whole time that Connor was drawing, Evan couldn’t take his eyes off of the long-haired boy. Evan liked how Connor pulled his hair back into a messy bun right before opening his sketchbook. He thought that the tattoos on Connor’s body were beautiful. He admired how Connor was able to concentrate so intensely on his drawing. To Evan, Connor seemed to be that kind of person that had a lot of secrets, and he just needed someone to share those secrets with. For some reason, Evan wanted to be that person.

Two days later Connor showed up in the shop just as Evan was walking out of the back room.

“Hey, Evan, what’s the best way to say ‘congrats on your engagement, I’m sorry for being a bitch when we were in high school, you and Alana totally deserve each other.”

Evan blinks, not completely sure where that came from. “Uh, ye-yeah, one second.” Evan heads off, in search of the perfect flowers for Connor. Five minutes, he returns with plenty of different flowers in his hands. “Okay, so we have red carnations for love and pride, a bunch of daffodils for joy and happiness, yellow roses for a new beginning, and goldenrod for good fortune.”

“Thanks, Evan, these look fantastic.”

Evan smiles at that and goes to wrap the flowers up. “I-if you don’t, um, don’t mind. Who are the-they for?”

“My sister, her wedding is tomorrow, and the rehearsal dinner is tonight, she’s marrying her college roommate, super cheesy, but they are good for each other.”

“That’s ni-nice,” Evan finishes tying a bow around the flowers and then hands them to Connor, “Ten fifty please.”

Connor hands over the money, gives Evan another smile and then leaves with the bouquet in hand.

For the next two months, Connor continuously comes into Evan’s shop. They’ve developed a sort of routine, Evan brings them both drinks in the morning, coffee for Connor and tea for Evan, then during lunch, Connor comes into Evan’s shop to eat with him in the break room, sometimes they go out though. Their shops close at the same time, so occasionally they will grab dinner together, on Wednesdays, Connor comes up to Evan’s apartment, which is just above the shop and where his mother lived before she moved in with her boyfriend, well fiancé now, Kyle Heere. They watch the episode of Survivor that airs, while eating a bunch of stove popped popcorn.

On Saturdays, Evan goes with Connor to his apartment to do a movie night. They order out, and share a pint of ice cream, while watching whatever movie they had randomly selected that night. Usually, Wednesday nights end up with Connor’s head in Evan’s lap, while Evan mindlessly rakes his fingers through Connor’s long hair. On Saturdays, Evan is usually asleep before the movie is even over, his head resting in Connor’s lap, or on his shoulder. Connor always wakes him about ten minutes after the movie ends, prolonging the feeling of Evan sleeping on him.

Both boys wished that this could happen every night. Both boys wish that their friendship was more than that. Both boys wished they could have the courage to tell the other this. Both boys knew it would be awhile before they did.

Six months after they had first met, Connor was sitting on the counter, next to the cash register in the flower shop, when a guy, most likely around his and Evan’s age, walked in the door. He was shorter than Connor, defiantly taller than Evan. He wore glasses, and his hair was a dark brown.

“Yo, Evan!” The guy shouts, completely ignoring Connor, as Connor openly stared at him.

Evan hurried out of the back room, wiping the dirt on his hand, onto his jeans. “Jared, you’re early.”

“I got bored, my class was canceled because the professor is sick. So, I decided to come here early! Obviously, I’m better than just sitting here alone.”

“Jar-Jared, I’m not alone, remember whe-when I mentioned Con-Connor?”

“Yeah? So?”

“That’s Connor.” Evan points to Connor, who was still sitting next to the cash register.

“Oh, hey man,” Jared greets, giving a small wave. “Evan has told me a lot about you, is your hair really as soft as Evan says it is?”

At that comment Evan sends a glare to Jared, as Connor laughs, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“I believe it is, my sister gave me dove shampoo as a joke one year for Christmas, and I liked how it made my hair feel, so I kept buying the stuff.” Connor shrugs his shoulders as he hops off the counter. “Anyway, I should be getting home, Zoe and Alana are coming over for dinner, and since Zoe is pregnant now, she has really weird cravings. I’ve gotta get prepared for that.”

“Al-alright! I’ll see you tomorrow morning, right?” Evan asks, twisting his hands in the hem of his shirt.

“Course Ev.” Connor pulls Evan into a hug, waves at Jared, then leaves the store.

One minute of silence later, Jared turns to the nervous blond haired boy. “Dude, he is so into you. When are you planning on turning those movie nights of yours into date nights?”

“Shut, shut up Jared. He isn’t in-into me.”

“I dunno what planet you’re living on, but Connor is totally in love with you. The way he looked at you is the way my Dad looks at my mom when she’s babbling on about whatever story she’s currently writing.” At Jared’s words, Evan’s face gets as red as a rose. “Look, man, all I’m saying is, if you don’t ask him out soon. You might miss your chance.”

“But How am I su-suppose to do that!” Evan cries out. He’s never asked anyone out, and has only gone on a grand total of three dates. He doesn’t know how he should ask Connor out, much less how to proceed with the date if he even says yes.

“Relax dude, I know exactly how to handle this. Connor seems to be exactly like my sister’s boyfriend, and she asked him out so, we’ll base it off of what she did.”

“Bu-but Jenny is a lot mo-more comfortable around people!”

“And you’re comfortable around Connor. Please Evan, just trust me.”

Evan thinks for a moment. Honestly, he really does want to ask Connor out, and since he has no idea how to do that, Jared could help. He just hopes this doesn’t ruin what he already has with the tattooed-covered boy.

Two days later, as Connor walks into the flower shop, he notices that Evan is in the back room. Connor, deciding that he should sneak up on his friend, quietly walks around the counter, and goes to push open the half-cracked door when he hears Evan on the phone. Initially, he wasn’t going to listen in, but that was before he heard Evan mention his name.

“-Okay, but I’m still nervous. I always am! What if Connor doesn’t like me as more than a friend, and he thinks I’m really creepy, and never wants to talk to me again!”

Connor is a surprised at hearing that Evan likes him, but his happiness soon takes over that surprise, as he shoves the door open, and runs towards a shocked Evan.

“Trust me Ev, if I thought you liking me was creepy, I’d be a huge hypocrite.” Connor pulls back from the hug, smiling down at Evan.

“I, uh, you heard that?”

“Yeah, sorry about that, I didn’t mean to listen in, but I’m glad I did. What do you say we go out to dinner tonight? It’ll be like normal, except this time we call it a date, yeah?”

“Yeah, that sounds perfect.”

“Perfect,” Connor repeats, as he places a soft kiss on Evan’s cheek.

“And that is how I met your papa.” Connor finishes, placing a soft kiss on Evan’s head, hugging him from behind.”

“Damn dad, why didn’t you wait to see how papa was going to ask you out?” Their daughter, Vivian, asks.

“Well, Viv, I was just too overjoyed by the fact that someone as amazing as your papa liked me, that I just couldn’t wait. Plus, who knows if Ev would have actually followed through with it.”

Vivian and Danny laugh, knowing all too well how nervous their papa can get.

“Hey, I would have asked you out! Eventually, probably with Jared doing most of the work, but it would have happened.” Evan counter reacts, swatting at his husband’s hands that were still placed around his waist. “Now come on, your first day of finals are tomorrow, you need to rest up. Junior year is important.

The teens grumble as they walk down the hall to their respective rooms.

“We did good with them, didn’t we.”

“Yeah, we did.”

Connor turns Evan around in his arms, and leans down to give Evan a slow and soft kiss. Even after being together for twenty years, Evan still feels like a teenager, in lover for the first time, when kissing Connor. He never wants this feeling to go away.

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machihunnicutt · 7 years

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Could I get a Flower shop next to Tattoo shop kleinsen? I don't know why but that sounds really cute.

(Hey there! I’m highkey sorry this took so long and also went in a really weird, long direction. Hope you like it anyway lol. I’m also linking the post on archive. Thanks for the prompt it’s adorable!)

Alone (read on ao3.)

Sometimes in the morning when the light was just right, the bouquets in front of the flower shop across the street seemed to glow: deep golds and oranges mixed with the reds and purples and whites of the flower petals. It was better than a normal sunrise with all the added colors. Jared got to work too early often: he always left his apartment with time to get coffee and the occasional pastry at the shop on the way and he liked being able to walk slowly and let rushed looking people with briefcases or sleep clouded eyes cut ahead of him in line.

He liked unlocking the shop in the morning and going through all of the appointments before Connor or Zoe or any of the other artists got there to bother him. He also liked seeing the flower guy open up across the street at the same time. He had messy hair and freckles and looked stupidly excited arranging flowers in big bins and dusting pollen off of his apron. He was kind of cute (of course Jared would never admit this to Connor or Zoe, both of whom pestered him relentlessly whenever they thought he had a crush) but Jared was too cowardly to make a move besides the no doubt awkward smiles he directed his way when they happened to leave work at the same time.

He needed a reason to buy flowers.

“Hell Kleinman, what time did you get in?” A very tired looking Connor Murphy, complete with his signature ‘I didn’t have time to wash my hair, sue me’ bun, extra large coffee (likely his second of the day), and black and paint stained wardrobe, entered.

“8:15. Are you okay man? You look a little worse for wear, more so than usual I mean,” he smirked.

“Fuck off. I had a late night but I should be good after this coffee. My guy’s not coming in until 2:30 right?”

Jared glanced at the day’s schedule and nodded. “I gave him all the paperwork when he was here last time so he should be good to go, provided he likes whatever it is you came up with.”

“Oh he’ll like it,” Connor said with a wry smile. He pulled a sketchbook out of his messenger bag and presented him with an intricate design of waves and an anchor, several names curled in the deep blues like sea creatures. It was the design he’d been commissioned to make. “He gave me kind of a free reign.” Connor Murphy had a flair for design that complimented his steady hand when tattooing people. His portfolio included many pieces that were complicatedly simple.

“Impressive,” he replied sincerely.

Connor leaned his elbows on the counter, directly over Jared’s color coded calendar. “When are you going to let me give you some more ink Kleinman?

"We’ve discussed this.”

“Sure we have,” he said with an eye roll. “Alright, it’s my turn to clean the bathroom so that’s what I’ll be doing if anyone needs me.” He sauntered into the back.

The flower shop guy was out in front of the store again. He was talking to a customer and Jared leaned his head on his palm, and stared at him. He wished he knew his name.

“Are you staring at him again?”

Jared jumped. “I’m not staring. Staring at who? I don’t stare at people. I don’t know what you’re talking about Zoe.” She had come in the front door when he was distracted and was now raising her eyebrows at him critically.

“You should just talk to him you know? He seems nice.”

“It’s not a big deal Zo,” he said, face going red despite himself. “I don’t even know him.”

Zoe sighed. “That’s my point. You always do this dude. You get crushes on strangers or friends of friends and you stare and blush and get awkward about it but you never do anything.”

Because you’re a coward. Because you don’t deserve it. His brain filled in the mean, insecure things it always did. She was right. Zoe was usually right about him.

“Maybe I just don’t want a relationship. Have you ever thought about that?” he said defensively.

“Yeah I have and I know it’s not true.”

He frowned and looked away, back down at the schedule. She had three appointments for today and usually took care of the walk ins. Though not as design minded as her brother, Zoe Murphy was a skilled an efficient tattoo artist. Jared tended to schedule first timers with her because she was good at easing fears and communicating what she was doing as she did it. (He made a point to give nervous clients to anyone but Connor.)

“Hey.” Zoe reached out. She turned his hand over and traced the lined tattooed on his wrist. “We’ve all got each other remember?” She turned her wrist to display the tattoo that matched his: NOT ALONE in black print. Zoe, Connor, and Jared all had the same words. They got them a year ago, shortly after Connor was hired. He’d been up and down in the years before then, dropping out of college his sophomore year and working solitary odd jobs to get by. When Connor’s mental health got bad his physical health quickly followed. He smoked instead of slept and forgot to eat. He isolated himself, dodging Jared’s calls and disappearing whenever Zoe tried to visit him. After a particularly low point (he lost his job at a gas station, started self-harming again, and was MIA for two terrifying days) He showed up at Jared’s apartment looking like a ghost and begged him for help.

“I can’t go to Zoe,” he’d said. “Zoe dealt with me all through high school I can’t do this in front of her again. I’m just spiraling and I know it and I can’t stop.” Jared remembered that day too vividly. His best friend (their relationship had always been a little bumpy but Connor was his best friend) sobbing on his doorstep, looking starved and like he was missing a week’s worth of sleep, at his lowest since high school wasn’t something he could ever forget.

But with time and rest and proper medication and the wonderful, loving, brave Zoe Murphy to set her brother straight on a few things: “You can’t disappear like that. You just can’t. And you can’t hide from me either. I love you and I’m always going to be here whether you like it or not” things got better again. And in an odd turn of events the Murphy siblings fulfilled a bizarre childhood dream of becoming certified tattoo artists (they were fucking weird kids) and Connor started full time at the parlor when Zoe was hired part time to make money while she finished grad school. They got the tattoos to remind each other. Late at night, when the moonlight came in through the window he’d lift his wrist toward the ceiling and squint at the letters in the dark. He couldn’t really see much but the blur of his pale arm without his glasses but he knew the words were there.

The day passed quickly. The morning appointments went on without issue and by lunch Jared was nearly out of work to do.

“Hey can you do me a favor when you go on your lunch break?” Zoe had since tied her hair up into a messy bun, indicating that she had a lot of work to do. He’d noticed her studying in between appointments.

“Sure, what do you need?”

“Alana’s parents are coming over for dinner tonight. It’s kind of a big deal y'know?”

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” He exclaimed. Zoe and Alana had been dating for nearly a year and she hadn’t met her parents. Alana had met the rest of the Murphys, an extremely awkward affair by Zoe’s reports, but this was new.

“I don’t know,” she said with a wave of her hand. “I didn’t want to drag it out. But can you grab me a bouquet from across the street? My 1 o'clock is coming in early so I’ll be able to leave faster.”

“I can do that…uh, yeah. I can do that but why didn’t you ask Connor?” He felt his face getting red again.

She rolled her eyes. “Yes I think you should talk to flower guy but that’s not why I’m asking you. I don’t trust my brother to buy me things anymore.”

“Hey!” Connor called from the next room.

“Con I asked you to get eggs and milk and you came home with 4 bags of Cheetos and nail polish remover.”

“The Cheetos were on sale. I got distracted!”

“Please Jared?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll get you your flowers but I’m not going to talk to him unless I have a perfect opportunity.”

“It’s not a fairy tale Kleinman!” Connor called.

“It’s not polite to eavesdrop Murphy!”

“Deal,” Zoe said. “I don’t have a preference on flowers. It might be advantageous to ask an employee for help.”

“Don’t push it.”

He fixed his collar and cleaned his glasses in the bathroom before he left. He could hear the buzz of a needle as he stared at himself in the mirror and debated switching his watch to his other wrist to cover up his tattoo. He wasn’t ashamed of it or anything. In fact, it made him feel stronger. It made him feel like he belonged. But he got nervous. People figured out he worked at a tattoo parlor and got judge-y. They looked at the ink at his wrist and the tilt of their eyebrows asked when he’d get a real job. He fought back the urge and left the bathroom. He could do this. All he had to do was buy flowers. It was just a crush. It wasn’t a big deal.

The bell on the door dinged when he walked in and the guy looked up. Fuck. He felt his face go red as the guy smiled. “Welcome, I’m Evan. L-let me know if you have any questions.”

Evan…he had a slight stutter but the flowers he was arranging looked unified and his hands didn’t shake.

“Thanks,” he replied, looking away quickly. He scanned the rows of flowers and tried not to look completely awkward. “Do you uh…” he came closer to the counter where Evan was. "I’m looking for a bouquet to impress a girlfriend’s parents.“

"Your girlfriend?”

“Oh, no…not my girlfriend I’m sorry that phrasing was weird. I’m getting flowers for my friend. She’s meeting her girlfriend’s parents tonight and she’s too busy to pick a bouquet so I’m uh…I’m doing it. I don’t have a girlfriend though. I’m gay. And I’m single and I need to stop talking oh my god.”

Evan laughed. “You’re fine. You work at the tattoo place across the street right? I think I’ve seen you over there.” It might have been his imagination but he thought Evan sounded kind of eager.

“Yeah, I do. So does my friend.”

“Are you a tattoo artist?”

“Oh god no.” Jared crossed his arms over his chest self-consciously. “I make the schedules and balance the books and shit. I wish I was talented like that.”

Evan’s shoulders relaxed a fraction. “Still, it must be a cool place to work.”

“It is,” he said. “I uh…” He debated for approximately 5 seconds. “I have a tattoo though,” he said, turning his wrist to Evan. The other man leaned over the counter to get a look, small smile forming on his lips. Zoe was right, he was as nice as he was cute.

“I love that! I’ve always w-wanted to get a tattoo but I’m s-scared about it hurting or I don’t know, freaking out when they do it and moving too much so the whole thing gets messed up. Is that the only one you have?”

“Yeah, it was a friend thing. We all got them together. It was pretty special.”

“I’m going to do it one d-day.” Evan blushed furiously, determinedly.

“You should. My friend Zoe could do one for you. She’s great.”

There was a beat before Evan startled. “I’m sorry. You need help and I work here I should b-be t-talking your ear off.”

“You’re good dude. I just need a nice bouquet.” He eyed the arrangement he was working on. “Like that one. Can I have that one?”

“Of course you can.” Evan smiled again and Jared couldn’t feel his face.

“I’ll wrap it up for you in just a second.” He placed and replaced a few more flowers in the arrangement. It was bright, with peonies and hyacinth and hydrangeas.

“Thanks.” God he should say something. It was dumb to just stay silent. It was dumb to let the opportunity slip away. It was dumb…

“Hey, um. C-can I ask your n-name?” He looked up at Evan.

“Jared. I’m Jared.”

“Jared,” Evan repeated. “Would it be totally uncomfortable if I asked for y-your number?”

“Like the number to the shop?”

“N-no like your cell number. So I could ask y-you out.”

“Oh. No that wouldn’t be uncomfortable. I mean…I’m making things uncomfortable now but I can definitely give you my number.”

“Okay. C-cool. I’ll wrap this up and you can um…” he grabbed a post it and pen and handed them to Jared. “Do that.”

“Okay, I will.” He tried not to smile too much. He’d been around so many hard and edgy people working where he did. It made him feel out of place sometimes. But Evan wasn’t edgy. Evan was soft and gentle with flowers and speech. Maybe he wouldn’t feel out of place with him.

“Here you go,” Evan chirped, handing him the bouquet and turning to the register to ring it up. “I hope I see you around Jared.” He added after Jared had handed him the money and post it.

“Yeah. I hope so too.”

He didn’t feel alone.

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It’s About Time!

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“Little Melody... You have sacrificed so much throughout your life... I’ve given you the tools to get what everyone else wants... Money, power, the ability to kick ass and take names, a nice place to live... Add that to the fact that you have a family that loves you and friends that adore you... And you have just about everything could ever want... Except the one thing I forced you to give up.” Alana looked down and put her hand to her neck, rubbing the ring concealed within the black choker and held back the sobs building within her. “Love.” she choked. Azrael looked at her, her silver eyes filled with pain. “Yes, my dear, love. Of all the missions I have sent you and your team on, this one is the most taxing... But I just know you’ll succeed.”

“Amber, I remember everything like it was yesterday. The happiness, the pain, all of it. I would never have given him up if I could have kept him safe from a distance. I know there’s nothing I can do to ever make up for leaving him... But I never stopped loving him... And each day without him continues to kill me.” “Alana... All I can say is that, what you’re doing with him now, taking your time, not turning him away, going toe to toe with him... That’s the right thing to do.”

Over the course of the movie, Alana felt Nathaniel’s hand on hers, his fingers running over hers and running along each and every finger. Frank was flying over New York and Alana had a look of pure wonder and adoration in her eyes. “You’re being awfully affectionate.” she purred as she rested her head on his shoulder. “I’ve missed you, Alana. These past few weeks with you have been wonderful.... And I don’t ever want them to stop.” he expressed. She couldn’t help but blush. As the movie ended, an overwhelming feeling took over her and she stood up. “Alana?” he puzzled. “Come with me, please.” she pleaded as she held out her hand, her eyes filled with love and desire. “Okay” he replied as he took her hand and she led him to her bedroom.

As soon as the door shut behind them, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him down to her and passionately kissed his lips. “Alana.” “Nathaniel, you know full well by now how much I’ve missed you. I’m not the only one who has told you that.” “This was not how I intended our second first kiss to be.” “Well, Mr. Jacott, that’s too bad... Because, I think we’re past the point of the cutesy types of first kiss like our last one.” “Damn, and to think, I thought you’d appreciate breaking in to the Sweet Amoris Library or making out in the Anteros Library.” he chuckled. Alana raised an eyebrow and ran her hands along his chest, lightly tugging at his shirt. “Really? Breaking into Sweet Amoris? Haven’t we done that enough?” “I thought it would be nice to have both of our first kisses in the Library.” he explained as he took of his jacket and placed it on her desk chair. “You’re so fucking corny.” Alana grinned as she took her glasses and choker off, placed them on her desk and she brought herself close to him. Suddenly, he turned serious. “Do you want to go further?” “Yes.” “Are you sure.” “Like with the rest of my love for you, I have never been more sure in my life.” “Okay then.”

“Nath...” “Yes?” “Can I properly show you how much I’ve missed you?” she begged as she unbuttoned his pants and looked up at him. “By all means love.” he smirked. Alana pulled his pants down and ran her hand along his length. Nathaniel couldn’t help but moan at the sensation. “You haven’t played with that in years.” he growled. “Not since London my dear.” She beamed as she pulled down his underwear, revealing his length. “Its been a long time Little Nath. God I’ve missed you.” she thought as she kissed his head. She began peppering it with sweet little kisses. “Alana.” Nathaniel growled impatiently. “Now Nathaniel, you know better than to be impatient with me. I may have to punish you for that.” she smirked. “Fine.” “Good.” Within seconds, she quickly took him into her mouth, causing him to step back and gasp. “Oh, fuck.” he moaned. As she licked and sucked, she couldn’t help but bring her free hand between her legs, playing with her hot, wet, core as she pumped him in and out of her mouth. “Alana, fuck, please, have mercy and let me play with you.” Nathaniel begged as he struggled to remain standing. “As you wish.” She replied as she gave him a final lick and licked her lips. He knelt down to her, started nibbling her earlobes, quickly unhooked her bra, slid the straps off her arms and tossed it aside. “Damn. No push up bra anymore?” He asked. “I had a growth spurt a couple of years ago. Instead of getting height like I wanted, I got bust. Push up bras hurt now.” She clarified as he pushed her down on the bed and got on top of her. “Lucky me. I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.” He smirked as he took one sensitive point in his mouth and the other in his fingers. Alana couldn’t help but gasp as he took turns running his tongue over her nipples. “Fuck, I’ve missed this.” she thought as he lightly scratched her breasts, leaving a trail of marks and kisses as he made his way down to her panties. “Now, let me properly show you how much I’ve missed you.” He grinned. Alana looked down at him, his head right above her slick core, his fingers looping themselves in her panties; she instinctively lifted her ass, he pulled them down and tossed them aside. “Thank god I shaved that recently!” she couldn’t help but think. Less than a second later, his head was between her legs and his tongue was stroking her. “Nath! Fuck!” She gasped as her head fell back. With each and every lick and sucking motion, she moaned and ran her hands through his hair. “Oh, god!” she moaned as she pulled his head down on her. When he stopped licking, she let go of his hair, he tilted his head up and licked his lips. “You’ve never held my head down there before.” he remarked as he brought himself above her. “I have really fucking missed you Nathaniel.” she conceded as she bucked herself against him. “What was that you said about patience you said earlier?” He chuckled as he walked over to his jacket, pulled out a condom, took the wrapper off and slid the condom on his length.

Alana already knew what the three words that most everyone close to her would exclaim would be. The words that her parents, sister, Kentin, Amber and the entire Senior Staff of the RDR would yell as soon as it got out that she and Nathaniel were back together... The three words that were resounding through her head at that very moment... Its About Time!

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