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roosterforme · 6 months

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The Younger Kind Part 35 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: A new bed, a new toy, and another surprise for Bradley. He wanted to try everything with you, and you were keen to let him. And you were thankful he kept pushing things in a direction that you were becoming very comfortable with.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut, anal play, butt plug, pregnancy discussion, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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When Bradley woke up with a hangover on Sunday morning, that was his first indication that he'd overdone it at the Hard Deck. His second indication was the fact that it was eleven o'clock and he was just stirring. He would have never had a chance to enjoy a night out drinking like that if you weren't here with him to get up and take care of Noah.

As he climbed out of bed, he groaned and headed right for the kitchen where he drank a full glass of water and turned the coffee maker on. There were dishes in the sink, but you and Noah were nowhere to be found. He poked his head out the back door and then looked out the front window before he saw you both.

You were crawling around on the driveway with Noah and a bucket of sidewalk chalk, and it made him so fucking happy. His kid looked delighted. Then he remembered asking you if he could fuck a baby into you last night. "Oh, god," he groaned, rubbing his eyes with his fingers until he saw stars.

He stumbled back into the kitchen to retrieve his coffee mug and take a long sip. The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable here. He didn't really care if you wanted to wait; you were so young, and you were just starting out in your nursing career. He could understand that. He just wanted to know what you were thinking.

The coffee was scalding hot, but he downed it anyway before returning to the bedroom to pull on his gray sweatpants. Then he headed out to the driveway, barefoot and missing the two of you.

"Morning," he greeted, his head still not feeling too great. And on top of that, he was afraid he'd be able to read your discomfort on your face after he told you he wanted an answer about a baby. But instead you jumped to your feet and closed the distance to him with a vibrant smile on your face.

"Hi, Daddy," you whispered, running your chalk covered hands up his chest and giving him the kind of kiss that was probably not appropriate for the driveway. But he didn't really care. You had his bottom lip between yours, and your fingers were tugging through his messy hair, and he'd have taken you right inside if it weren't for Noah asking him to draw a dinosaur.

Should he bring up the baby discussion? Should he wait? You didn't seem to be expecting anything from him at the moment as you ran your lips along his neck when he accepted a piece of blue chalk from Noah.

"A dinosaur?" he asked his son. "How big?"

"Huge!" Noah exclaimed, jumping into the air. "Mommy drew three little ones already," he said, pointing across the driveway. Bradley didn't think he'd ever get tired of listening to Noah call you that. So with a smile on his face, Bradley squatted down and started drawing a pretty sad looking creature with a lot of teeth.

"Are you sure that's a dinosaur?" you asked him as you drew a fourth smaller one that actually looked correct. "Noah, Daddy needs art lessons. And maybe some glasses, too."

Bradley tossed a piece of chalk playfully at you as Noah came over to see the ugly dinosaur he had drawn. "He does," his son agreed, picking up yellow chalk and trying to fix the dinosaur.

It wasn't until much later that night that you were lounging on the couch with your head resting on Bradley's thigh and a bag of Skittles in your hand that he said anything about it. He stole a few pieces of candy and then ran his thumb along your flawless cheek. "Baby?" he asked, voice deep and raspy. You rolled onto your back so you were looking up at him, and Bradley watched your jaw work as you chewed.

"Hmm?"

He wanted to make sure he got this right, because he didn't want you to worry about his response or your own thoughts on the matter. "How would you feel if you got pregnant?"

Your face stayed calm and serene, and a smile played at your lips. "I was just waiting for you to bring this up again." But he didn't respond, still unwilling to affect your opinion. "If I got pregnant right now? I'd be very, very nervous, Daddy. And also really excited."

His heart rate ramped up so quickly, he felt dizzy even though he was sitting down. "Excited? Yeah?"

"Very," you replied, popping a purple Skittle between your lips. "Noah would be an amazing big brother. And you're already an excellent dad who dotes on his child. I know that a baby would just send you over the moon."

Bradley hauled you squealing up onto his lap, sending Skittles flying across the carpet. "Hey! That was my snack!" you protested, but then he was kissing you and wrapping his arms around you.

As you straddled his legs, he ran his big hands up your back and said, "I'm not in a hurry, okay? I'm sorry if I made you feel like I was last night."

You kissed his nose and whispered, "You didn't."

"Regardless," he replied, "I'll let you bring it up again when you're ready."

You giggled. "You want me to tell you when I'm ready for you to fuck a baby into me?"

He groaned and tightened his grip on you. "Yes. And I want you to say it just like that, okay?"

You were laughing harder in his lap as he smiled and tried to kiss you.

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Later in the week, everyone was rushing through breakfast when Bradley asked, "Did you say anything to Dr. Kelly about taking a day or two off?"

You chewed up a piece of toast and said, "I'll ask her today, promise. It's just that I'm a little nervous to bring it up."

"Why?" he asked, handing Noah a fork for his eggs. "I thought you liked her."

"I do!" you replied a bit defensively. "She's great. But she also asked me after I cut my hand if there were any... issues going on at home."

Bradley's eyes went wide. "Oh."

"Yeah. I mean, I told her there were no issues at home and that you were deployed at the time anyway, but it was still a little awkward."

You watched his brown eyes as he slowly brought them to focus on your face. "I should stop by and pick you up one day. I haven't been there yet. They don't know me. Maybe that would help."

You laughed and wrapped your arms around his waist. "Sure. You can do that if you want. Gotta run so I can come home for lunch when the new bed gets dropped off!" You kissed him and then Noah and shouted that you loved them as you ran out the front door.

You were way too excited about the new bed. And about the things you were going to do with Bradley in the new bed. And you were giggling as you thought about how he was going to react to some of your suggestions. He had been extra loving after you assured him you'd let him know when you wanted to try for a baby. The new bed was about to get a workout. But first things first.

The morning at work went by quickly, and then you were back at home where you had already removed all the bedding and Bradley had left the mattress propped up in the hallway. Then the doorbell rang with so much commotion, you just showed everyone where the old bed was and where you wanted the new bed. And then you stood in the kitchen doorway and ate a bowl of cereal and watched with a smile as the old bed was taken away. It was being donated to someone who wouldn't care that your boyfriend and his ex made a sex tape on it. Someone else could enjoy the bed since you were having a hard time with it.

"All finished," one of the men told you about thirty minutes later as they headed out.

"Really?" You peeked into the bedroom and had to press your lips together so you didn't squeal. It was perfect. When you jumped onto the mattress and rolled all the way across it, you sighed at how comfortable it was. And you had to admit, it was nice using Bradley's credit card for this.

You quickly made the bed with a set of clean sheets, and then you retrieved the things you'd ordered online out of your underwear drawer and tucked them under your pillow for later tonight.

Since you took a long lunch break at home, you had volunteered to stay at work a little late. Bradley was responsible for picking Noah up, and you were sure Casey was flirting with him probably right at this very moment. You rolled your eyes as you carefully disinfected the exam rooms and set everything up for the following day. Casey looked as desperate as Helen had. You weren't desperate. Your boys would be waiting for you when you got home.

At least that's what you thought. You could hear Dr. Kelly talking to someone in the hallway, and then you heard her laugh as she got closer to the room you were cleaning. "She's right in here."

Then Noah and Bradley were in the room, and you were trying to get your latex gloves off as quickly as possible so you could take Noah in your arms. "What are you doing here?" you asked Bradley as you held Noah tight. "I'm done in fifteen minutes."

Bradley leaned in and kissed you, and you realized just how good he looked in his khaki uniform. "Just wanted to surprise you. Noah kept asking what it looked like here."

You smiled at him, and then Bradley and Dr. Kelly returned to their previous conversation while you showed Noah the stethoscopes and the huge container of cotton balls. Then you set him on the table and pretended to examine him while he giggled.

"Mommy, can I have a sticker?" he asked. "I got one last time I went to the doctor."

"You can have more than one," you replied, kissing the top of his head.

When you left work with Noah in your arms, his shirt was covered in seven stickers, and he was all smiles. When you buckled him in the back of the Bronco and squeezed his hand, you turned and looked up at Bradley over your shoulder. "Will you drive my car home so I can drive with Noah?" you asked softly.

"Of course," he replied immediately, handing you the keys to the Bronco.

You dug around in your bag for your own keys, and when he took them, you said, "I love you so much."

Bradley smiled and kissed your cheek. "I love you, too. See you at home, Princess."

And then you got to turn on the playlist you made for Noah as you guided the Bronco along the busy streets with Bradley right behind you.

"Are you going to get married?" Noah asked, and when you looked at him in the rearview mirror, his face was calm as he looked out the window.

"Married?" you asked, unsure how to answer him.

"Are you and Daddy getting married? Everyone at school has people who are married," he said. "Mommys and Daddys and stuff."

Bradley mentioned putting a ring on your finger while the two of you were going at it. You weren't exactly sure how sincere he was about that. But it would be perfect. "Maybe someday, sweet Noah."

"Okay," he replied before asking you what's for dinner.

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It was almost comical the way you wouldn't let Bradley in the bedroom to look at the new bed until after dinner. You got Noah situated with a cookie and an episode of Mickey Mouse, and then you wrapped your arm around Bradley's waist and asked, "Ready to see it?"

"Yes. I've been ready since I got home, but you wouldn't let me," he muttered as you moved to stand behind him and guided him down the hallway while you covered his eyes. "Is this really necessary?" he asked, laughing as he stumbled.

"Yes," you replied, getting him situated inside the bedroom before you lowered your hands. "What do you think?"

He looked at the bed and the bedding, and it was all very nice, but then he noticed what was missing. "Where's your crown?" he asked, looking back at you. "It belongs on that post on my side of the bed." He was gesturing to the completely empty bedpost, getting worried that it had been removed with the old bed.

You were looking up at him in awe. "I have it," you promised him, running your fingers through his hair. "You make me feel special."

"It's your princess crown," he replied. "It belongs on the bed. And you are special." Bradley watched you retrieve it from your dresser drawer, and when you handed it to him, he put it right where it belonged. "That's better."

But you were already climbing up onto the bed in your scrubs and crawling toward him. You looked a little nervous as you stopped on your knees in front of him. "I thought we could break the new bed in tonight after Noah goes to sleep?"

"Hell yes," he groaned, leaning in to kiss you. But you scooted away from him and wouldn't let him touch you at all. Then Bradley watched the little grin that broke out on your face as you reached under your pillow and pulled out some soft looking pink fabric. "What's that?" he croaked, his hand coming to rest on his hardening cock as you draped it over the front of your body.

"Just a cute nightie I found. Do you like it?" Your eyes were glittering with mischief, but Bradley could tell that you needed to hear how incredibly sexy he found you.

The blush pink lace and silk were going to look amazing hugging your body. And what a way to break in the new bed. "I love it, Princess," he promised, gesturing to where his hand was resting. "Obviously I can't get enough of you."

You looked pleased with yourself as you crawled back across the bed, and Bradley groaned out loud as you kissed his cock through his khaki pants. Then you looked up at him and whispered, "I have some more surprises, too. I'm going to go take a shower first, Daddy. Will you get Noah ready for bed?"

Bradley nodded and melted into your touch as you eased your hands up his body before kissing him and scampering off to the bathroom. "Fuck, fuck," he grunted as he watched you go. Before he could get on with his night, he had to count to fifty to get himself under control.

When he got to the living room, Noah was already yawning. "You almost ready for bed, Bub?"

"I don't want to go to bed," he complained with another yawn. "I want to eat popcorn and play in the cushion fort with Mommy."

Bradley kissed him and turned off the TV before scooping him up. "It's getting a little late for a fort, okay? And besides, it's Daddy's turn to play with Mommy."

"What are you going to play with?" Noah asked as Bradley helped him change into pajamas.

Bradley snorted and said, "Hopefully everything." He kissed Noah and tucked him in, and by the time he got back to his own bedroom, you were wearing that pretty nightie, waiting for him on the bed. And the soft glow of the bedside lamp made you look like a dream.

"Daddy," you whispered, your eyes on him as he unbuttoned his uniform shirt and yanked it off. You were biting your lip as he tossed his undershirt aside, too.

"You ready to break in this bed, Princess?" he asked softly as he crawled across the bed to get to you. The mattress seemed nice, and sleeping on it would probably be great, but he wanted to get his hands and lips on you first. "You look beautiful."

You giggled as he caged you in with his big body and kissed you. Your small hands were warm on his face and in his hair as you guided him down for more kisses. When he eased his hands up your thighs and around to your bare ass, you whispered, "I used your credit card to buy the nightie."

"Good girl. Did you earn another spanking?"

He was kneading his hands into your butt and thighs as you said softly, "I actually bought some other things, too. Do you want to see them?"

Bradley looked up into your eyes which were filled with apprehension now, and his hands froze on your body. "Yeah, I wanna see them, but what's wrong?"

You reached your hands back under your pillow as you asked, "You know how you told me you never spanked anyone before?"

"Yeah," he grunted. Then Bradley's eyes went wide as you held three items out to him.

"Have you ever had... anal sex before?" Your voice was so soft as you showed him a bottle of lube, a purple USB drive, and a purple silicone butt plug. You were nervously nibbling on your lip, awaiting an answer, but Bradley's brain couldn't seem to put one together fast enough.

His hands were moving back to your ass seemingly of their own accord as he buried his kisses against your neck. "No," he told you, kissing along the top of your chest and back up to your lips. "Never."

You moaned softly and wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling his khaki covered erection closer to you. "Do you want to, Daddy?"

"Fuck, Baby," he whined, bringing his hands up to your face to cup your cheeks. "I told you already, you make me want to do everything with you."

When you whimpered, Bradley eased himself down your body, pushing the nightie up and kissing your pussy. He ran the tip of his nose through your wetness as you bucked against him, but he didn't stop there. He propped you up in the air with your legs spread wide, and he kissed your asshole. You even looked pretty here. Tight and perfect.

"You've never had anyone fuck you here before?" he asked, eyes on yours as you propped yourself up on the pillows.

"No. Of course not. You were the first guy to ever go down on me! Remember?"

"I remember very fucking well. And I plan on being the last. The last to do anything." He kissed you there again as you whined his name.

"Bradley. Anal sex can be something else we do for the first time together."

He groaned and had to thrust himself against the new bed for some relief. "Baby, you're killing me," he said before kissing along your pussy and down, spreading your wetness everywhere. "You're a fucking dream."

"Daddy," you gasped as he wrapped his lips around your clit. "Daddy, we need to start with the plug tonight. Okay?"

"Mmhmm." He ran his thumb in a little circle around your asshole as he kissed your thigh. "You put that toy on your princess credit card?"

"I did," you gasped as he teased you.

"Good girl." Then he was caging you in again and kissing your mouth, worshipping you. "So sweet. We'll go slow. I'll take care of you."

"I know you will, Daddy."

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You would have felt a little bit ridiculous, but Bradley was so outlandishly turned on, it didn't matter if your movements felt clumsy. He was making sounds you'd never heard from him before, and his words next to your ear were so sweet.

And you hadn't even told him what comes next yet.

After you managed to get him naked, you offered to go down on him. "You want me to take care of this first?" you asked, running your fingers along his erection. He was so hard, it looked painful.

"No," he said, gently taking your hands in his. "I plan on fucking your pretty pussy once we get your ass full of the toy." He was smirking as he eased you onto your back and hiked your nightie up above your breasts. "Gorgeous."

You spread your legs wide for him and propped yourself up with a pillow under your lower back. "I'm ready," you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. Because this wasn't scary with him. A few seconds later, Bradley was working his lube covered fingers around your hole while he kissed your lips and your cheeks.

"Does that feel okay?" he asked.

Your head was tipped back, and you were panting slightly as you said, "It feels good. Different. But good." Your voice sounded needy, and Bradley ate up your words with his lips as you moaned for him. He was going slowly, never pushing so that he hurt you.

Once he had worked the tip of his middle finger inside you, both of you seemed surprised by how much you were enjoying yourself. You felt full in a new way, and your body was telling you to take more. Bradley held your gaze and whispered, "You look like you're really enjoying this, Baby."

"So do you."

He groaned softly, his cock resting against your thigh and leaking precum. "I love this. I love you." And with those words, he eased his finger a little further. And he went slow just like he promised he would when the time came for your plug.

"Use more lube?" you asked him softly.

"Of course, Baby," he promised. And he applied just the right amount of pressure to the toy while he ran his other hand along your neck and kissed you so sweetly, pausing at every gasp and moan from you. "You're doing so well."

And suddenly you felt full and tight in all the right places, and you could tell by Bradley's reaction that you'd done everything right. He kissed you hard on the mouth, moaning your name. When you looked up at him, you whispered, "Let's make a video."

His cheeks were flushed pink and his brown eyes were wide in disbelief. "Are you serious, Princess?"

"Yes," you said, your voice just a needy little whine. "I got the purple USB drive for us. Now get your phone ready and fuck me, Daddy."

He scrambled off the bed to get his phone, simply asking, "Are you ready for me to start recording?"

"Yes," you gasped, running your hands along your breasts. You were so turned on, you were almost ready to beg him for relief.

But he held up his camera and climbed back in bed as he said, "There she is. There's my pretty Princess. And her new toy."

"Daddy, please," you managed as he propped his phone up on the nightstand, and then his lips were on yours again. And it felt like his hands were everywhere.

"Oh, god damn," he growled, and you were still spread wide as he ran his angry, red cock along your pussy. When he hit your clit, you cried out, already about to come. "Oh, shit," he whined, pushing his cock inside you.

You were keening, and he was pressing his mouth to yours to keep you quiet until he bottomed out. You felt so full. So good. And then Bradley rocked those delicious hips against yours. "Oh my god!"

His flushed cheeks and handsome face were all you could see as he fucked you, keeping your legs spread wide. A few more strokes, and you were coming, clinging to him as you clenched hard. "Good girl," he coaxed. "You're just loving me and your plug at the same time, aren't you?"

"Yes!" you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he continued to fuck you. And then his words became unintelligible as you reached for his phone to capture a few more seconds of video as he came inside you with his hand on your breasts.

When you managed to watch the playback of the video later, you would notice that Bradley took the phone from you to record the way his cum seeped out of your pussy and all over the base of your toy. But in the moment, all you knew was how fucking good you felt. How good you always felt with him. Because he told you a million times over that he loved you. That he'd protect you with his life just like he would Noah. And he let you have your new bed and your very own video, because he knew that's what you needed, too.

When Bradley curled up with his head on your chest, pressing soft kisses to your breasts, he whispered, "You're incredible. I love you. I love my family." His thumb and index finger were caressing your left ring finger, and you were thinking about throwing away your birth control.

"I'm going to use the credit card for a booster seat for Noah for my car," you whispered. You were trying not to get ahead of yourself, trying not to think about the fact that it would be a tight squeeze to get an infant car seat back there as well. But Bradley was the one who went ahead and made you feel a wave of excitement in your chest.

"Let's order it tonight. And maybe we'll need some more car seats someday."

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Daddy and Princess will return with their toy. Noah will return with more angelic adorableness. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 36

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darkmagicianseyeliner · 2 years

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it's Feels O'Clock with the Kaiba Brothers!

Part of what I love about the Noah Arc (ha, get it? because Noah has an ark and... anyway, carry on) is that Noa is just... vicious when it comes to trying emotionally manipulate Mokuba and Seto as much as possible. Like, he knows the exact memories that will make Mokuba open a door to his death, and the exact words to make Mokuba say to inflict psychic damage on Seto.

Like the fact that Mokuba misses Seto's smile so much that he, in a split second, decides to give up everything Gozabouro gave them just to see his brother smile again...

Seto please, for the love of god, i know you're a hormonal, very tol 16yo with trust issues but please smile at your brother. look at mokuba. look at how adorable he is! he thinks the world of you! do it for him you monster.

#seto kaiba needs a therapist #honestly everyone in this anime does #especially the penguin guy tho #Noa's Arc

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effiethebookworm · 3 years

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TSE Appreciation Week Day 3!

Hi again! Wow, almost halfway done with TSE Appreciation Week ALREADY? No way. If only it could be TSE Appreciation Month....... *wistful sigh* Here’s the fanfiction for Day Three! This one wasn’t my best one. I started out with a ton of motivation, but quickly lost it. Anyway, I hope you like it.

Idony and Melody

I sit next to the cold window, the smell of smoke wafting from the fireplace in the corner. I touch the windowpane, feel the frost seeping through, and quickly remove my hand. The children are out sledding today, but I decided to stay in. I dislike the cold, and wanted a bit of peace. The door to the room opens, and I hear my mother's boots stepping on the wooden floors.

“Idony, we have a new child with us.” I turn my face towards her, and get up from the window seat. I hear a smaller set of shoes now, coming into the room.

“Hello, what's your name?” I ask. My mother replies.

“This is Melody. Noah found her by the docks.”

“How are you doing, Melody?” Silence.

“Idony, Melody is mute.” I keep my smile on, although I no longer feel happy. Melody will be a new challenge. How will I keep track of her? I grope for my umbrella, and reach in Melody's direction.

“May I feel your face?” A hand grabs mine and squeezes. “I'm blind, you see.” The hand squeezes twice, and I reach up the arm and find the face. It has an upturned nose, long eyelashes that are damp with snow, full lips, and short curly hair.

“Mother, how do you know Melody's name?”

“She wrote it out in the snow for me when I asked.”

“So she knows how to write her name. Melody, can you read?” I ask. Her chin moves up and down.

“Wonderful. Do you know where your parents are?” Her chin moves up and down again.

“Perfect! Are they here in Greenway?” She pauses a moment, and then shakes her head. A moment later, she nods.

“Did you run away from home?” Another head shake.

“Did your parents abandon you?” Head shake.

“Did they die?” A nod. I reach onto her cheeks and feel tears. I grab a handkerchief from my pocket and dry her eyes. “I am very sorry to hear that, Melody.” She sniffles.

“Please take Melody to her room.” My mother says from the doorway.

“Yes, Mother.” Taking my umbrella in one hand and Melody's hand in the other, I take her upstairs to the girl's quarters. I don't really need the umbrella, I know the orphanage halls like I know the sound of my brother's voice, but it makes me feel safer. We get to the room, and I tell Melody,

“This is your new room. Find a bunk with nothing on it, and it's yours.” She lets go of my hand, and walks towards the bunks.

“The bell will ring at five for supper. The girls bathroom is the door to the right.” I point to my right, where I know the bathroom is. “Welcome to the St. Claire Orphanage, Melody.”

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“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Baysmore! Welcome to the St. Claire Orphanage. You're right on time for your appointment! My name is Idony St. Claire, and my mother owns the orphanage. Are you interested in adopting a child?”

“Yes. May we meet some of the girls?” A deep voice says.

“Certainly. Please follow me.” I lead them upstairs to the girls wing. Most of the girls are downstairs, playing or helping with chores, but a few stay up here and read.

“We have visitors, girls.” I can hear them scrambling into a neat line.

The Baysmores pass me to look at the girls.

“Hello, what's your name?” Mrs. Baysmore says.

Anna speaks up. “That's Melody. She's mute.”

The Baysmores quickly move on to the next girl, and I sigh. Melody has been here for three months now, and she has gotten that response on every single visit. As the Baysmores move down the line, I hear the rejected girls go back to their activities. It doesn't seem to bother them, being rejected so many times. I've talked to a few who actually don't want to be adopted. They want to stay until the age of eighteen and then go out into the world on their own. I know a few who have, and become successful workers and even business owners. I hear the Baysmores walking towards me, along with a girl.

“Miss St. Claire, do you have a foster option? We don't want anything final quite yet.”

“Oh, certainly!” I say. “If you'll just come downstairs with me, you can fill out the paperwork. Also, may I ask which girl you chose?”

“Me!” Rebecca says. The Baysmores sound confused.

“Why did you ask? Don't you know her name?” I laugh a bit.

“Of course I do. Can't you tell that I'm blind?”

“Oh my, I'm so sorry,” Mrs. Baysmore says.

“No reason to apologize.” I say. “Let's go fill out those forms.”

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“Hello, and welcome to the St. Claire Orphanage. Today is our annual Adoption Fair!”

Claps from the small crowd.

“This year, we decided that instead of having the girls' line on one side and the boys' on the other, they are grouped by age. Remember to look at all ages, not just the babies. All of the children are wonderful, and many would find amazing homes with your families. So, let the annual Adoption Fair begin!” More claps, and a few whistles. A very loud, high frequency squeaking noise.

“Enel, please stop. No one wants to go deaf today.”

The squeaking stops, and I hear giggles. I grab hold of my umbrella, and walk down the wooden ramp of the outdoor stage. The air is warm and at a perfect humidity level, perfect early summer weather. Child voices mingle with adult voices, and I hear laughter and even singing.

“This might be our most successful fair yet,” I hear a familiar voice say from a few paces away.

“Noah!” I rush towards my brother, and his arms envelop me. “How long have you and Papa been back?”

“A few hours. I have great news.”

“You and dad can stay forever?” I touch his face, and feel a slight frown. It disappears quickly when he says,

“Nope. I got accepted into medical school in the East!” I gasp. “That is amazing! Now you'll get to be a doctor, just like you've dreamed!” And maybe help me see again, I think, but don't say.

“The bad news is, I'll have to leave in the fall.”

“Oh, okay. But you usually do leave in the fall.”

“I'll have to stay until next spring.”

My face falls. “So long? Don't you get Christmas off?”

“Yes, but only two weeks. It takes a month to sail from Gallitan to Cedulan, where the school is.”

“Oh.” We are both silent for a while. “Well, I guess I'd better see how the fair is coming.” I say.

“And I ought to go unpack.” Noah squeezes my shoulder, and then lets go. I walk towards the noise of the crowd.

“How are you doing?” I ask a person at the edge of a cluster.

“Pretty well.” She responds very slowly and nasally. It is very hard to understand her.

“That's good!” I say. “Have you met any of the kids yet?” There is a long pause, and then a male voice says, “No, we haven't. I know this is an odd question, but do you have any deaf children here? We specifically want a deaf child.”

I am confused. “No, I'm afraid we don't. Is there any particular reason you want a deaf child?”

The woman speaks again, very slowly, and with a slight stutter.

“When I was a child, until r-recently, I was deaf. I had a surg-g-surgery last year so that I could hear. That is why I s-speak so s-s-slowly. I only learned to talk last year. I have-have been making a kind of speaking, but with hands. I call it S-Sign Language, and I want a child that I can teach it to. I al-also know the hardships of being deaf, so I might be a better mother than someone who has h-heard all her life.

“Oh, my. I am sorry that we don't have any deaf children.” Suddenly, an idea hits me. “We do have a mute girl. She can read and write, but she cannot speak. Do you think that she would work?”

“Yes!” The man says enthusiastically. “May we meet her?”

“Right this way, please.” I tell them. I walk over to a voice I recognise as Kulie, one of Melody's roommates.

“Kulie, do you know where Melody is?” Kulie looks around, at least, that's what it sounds like, and says, “There. 2 o'clock, straight shot.”

“Thank you Kulie.” I lead the couple over to Melody.

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“Melody? Melody! I know you can hear me!” I almost trip over a see-saw, but catch myself with my umbrella just in time.

“Melody! Come out. You need to go home with your new parents. Please, Melody.”

I hear a small whimper from inside the slide tower, about twenty feet away. The orphanage playground is huge, full of nooks and crannies and tiny secret passages perfect for hide-and-go-seek, but terrible for finding kids. I walk slowly over to the tower, carefully sweeping my umbrella in front of me before every step.

“Melody, please. You will love it with your new family, they have a big house, and a cat, and a big yard, and a big family of kids next door who you can play with. The mom used to be deaf and mute, and she can teach you how to speak with your hands. You liked her when you met her, remember?” I use the voice that I use to comfort sick babies. I am at the foot of the slide now, and I can hear Melody whimpering at the top.

“Melody, I know that change is scary, but you need to accept it. It's going to happen whether you like it or not. You need to come down by yourself. It's your choice. You don't have a choice on whether you're adopted or not, but you need to come down on your own. I'll wait for you.” I stand at the bottom of the slide for a moment, and then I hear the squeaky whoosh of Melody coming down the slide. She takes my hand, and squeezes. I take my handkerchief out of the pocket of my pinafore, and use it to wipe her eyes.

“Come on, sweetie. Let's get you to your new home.”

The End

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allthingsfangirl101 · 4 years

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An 80's Movie Apology–Noah Centineo

I woke up and groaned when I realized what day it was; my birthday. Most people loved their birthdays. Not me. Every year, it ended in disappointment.

My parents divorced when I was little and since then, my birthday is spent with me going back and forth between houses. I stopped celebrating it once I graduated high school. Until I started dating Noah Centineo.

Noah and I met on the set of The Fosters. He replaced Jake T. Austin as Jesus while I worked on the actors' make-up. We constantly flirted back and forth. At one of our season wrap-up parties, Noah and I got a little drunk and ended up making out in the prop closet. He asked me out the next Monday and we've been dating since the beginning of the next season.

"Tell me again why you're fighting this?" Noah's voice came through the speaker.

"I know that Taylor and Jen and Hailey mean well it's just. . ."

"You refuse to celebrate your birthday," Noah sighed. "Y/N, I thought we talked about this. I know you've hated celebrating it in the past, but the last couple of years have been okay. I mean, I usually take you to dinner and. . ."

"Yeah, well, you aren't here this year." I cut him off. I held my breath when he didn't respond right away.

"My flight gets in on your birthday. I'll be there."

"Your flight gets in at 4 in the morning, babe, and you don't sleep on planes. You're going to be exhausted. You're not going to want to come to a party tired and drained from a red-eye flight."

"I don't care," he laughed. "I'm your boyfriend and as your boyfriend, my job is to try and help you enjoy your birthday."

"Babe," I sighed.

"I'll be there," he cut me off. "I promise."

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"How can you not want to celebrate your birthday?" Noah laughed as we ate pizza and watched Netflix.

"Because," I sighed. "Everyone makes such a big deal about birthdays, but they always end the same. A disappointment that was celebrated with presents you don't actually need and cake that was half frosting."

Noah looked up at me and sighed. "I'm determined to change that."

That conversation happened about three months into our relationship, the first birthday I celebrated with him and he did change things. He snuck into my house in the morning and made me breakfast in bed. He went with me and paid for me to get my hair and nails done. We had a picnic in the park, went to the farmer's market, saw a movie in the drive-in theater, and had a romantic dinner at my favorite restaurant.

I celebrated two more birthdays with him, each one better than the last. Until this one.

I stood in my kitchen, the house full of my friends, coworkers, and family. My best friends had planned this party for me, even though I tried to convince them not to. They were just trying to keep my mind off the fact that Noah wasn't in town. Even though his flight got in super early and he was technically here, I didn't want him to feel obligated to make a big deal about my birthday.

I took my phone out of my pocket and sighed when there wasn't a single call or text from Noah.

"Why is the birthday girl hiding in the kitchen?"

"I'm not hiding," I said to my best friend as she walked in. She sent me an amused look before glancing down at my phone.

"Still nothing from Noah?"

"No," I sighed. I quickly cleared my throat, adding, "But, you know, his flight got in at 4 am and I told him not to worry about it. I mean, he did promise he would come, but I just figured. . ."

I was unable to finish my sentence as my voice cracked. "Y/N," she sighed. "Come on. This whole party is for you. Get yourself a drink and relax."

"You're right," I sighed, slipping my phone into my back pocket.

"Good!" She giggled. "Come on. Let's go dance."

I spent the rest of the night dancing, laughing, and drinking with my friends. Even though we were having fun, I couldn't help but think about Noah. I found myself constantly checking the door or my phone. I tried to reassure myself that at least he texted me happy birthday before he got on the plane and again when he got off.

By the end of the night, my friends had left and I was cleaning up the random cups around my house.

"I'm sorry," Taylor said. I turned around to see her standing in the doorway, watching me clean up.

"What are you sorry about? I had a great time. It was a fun party."

"I meant that I'm sorry Noah didn't show up. I know he promised. . ."

"It's fine, Taylor. He said he would try." My voice broke as I thought about my boyfriend not showing up to the party I didn't even want to have. "Besides, his flight got in really early this morning and he probably got home and passed out."

"Yeah," she smiled weakly. "I'm sure he has a great explanation and will make it up to you."

"Exactly," I tried to smile. She gave me a hug and wished me a happy birthday before heading home. I sighed as I finished cleaning the living room and headed upstairs to take a shower.

Once I got out, I had just gotten dressed when I suddenly heard music playing from outside my window.

Noah's POV

I woke up to my phone ringing. I checked to see it was around 11 o'clock before answering my phone. "Hello?" I answered, my voice still groggy from sleep.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I cringed as Taylor, Y/N's best friend yelled at me.

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" She scoffed. "I mean that you promised Y/N you'd come to her birthday party and you never showed. You know how she feels about celebrating her birthday and you didn't show up, Noah."

"Oh shit," I said as I sat up, suddenly wide awake.

"Yeah," she sighed. "Noah, Y/N really loves you, but you screwed up. Big time."

"What the hell am I going to do?" I panicked, running my hand through my hair. "How am I possibly supposed to make it up to her?"

"You need to Say Anything her."

"I need to what?"

"Say Anything," she sighed. "You know? One of Y/N's favorite old movies. How has she not made you watch it a million times? Then again, it is her breakup movie and you guys have been dating for three years."

"Three and a half," I mumbled.

"Anyway," she sighed, "after Diane and Lloyd have their falling out, he shows up to her house and plays her favorite song on a jukebox outside her window. You need to get a speaker, go to her house, and play her favorite song, which is. . ."

"Say You Won't Let Go by James Arthur," I finished.

"Good boy," she laughed. "Now, get your ass to her house and fix this. You should've seen her face, Noah. She was really hurt."

"I know," I sighed. "I can't believe I. . . I came home and just passed out."

"That's what she figured, but you should still go over there."

"I'm on my way," I cleared my throat. "Thanks, Taylor."

"Anytime," she laughed. "Just keep in mind that if you hurt my best friend again, I'll kick you in the balls."

"Noted."

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I put my car in park, grabbed my phone and Bluetooth speaker, and ran around the side of Y/N's house. I looked up once I was under her window and took a deep breath as I turned on the speaker. I took another deep breath as I pushed play on my phone, James Arthur's voice starting to play. I held my phone and the speaker above my head, holding my breath as I waited for her to come out.

It didn't take long for Y/N's curtains to be pushed aside and her window to open. I smiled as she poked her head out, looking down at me.

"Noah? What are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry I didn't come to the party. I got home and barely made it to my room before passing out. I woke up when Taylor called me, yelling at me for being a dick and not showing up."

She looked down at me, a small smile forming on her lips. I put my phone in my back pocket and the speaker on the grass, the music still playing. "I'm so sorry, baby," I said looking back up at her. "I should've set an alarm or gone right to your house and slept on your bed so you could've woken me up or. . ."

I stopped talking when she ducked back into her room. I was just about to pull my phone out of my pocket and pause the music when I saw Y/N running around the corner. I smiled as she jumped into my arms, instantly wrapping her arms around my neck.

"I'm so sorry, baby." I sighed. "I can't believe I stood you up and. . ."

She pulled out of the hug and cupped my cheeks in her hands, quickly pressing her lips to mine. Our lips moved in sync as the song ended and started playing the next song on my playlist of Y/N's favorite songs.

She pulled away, a smile still on her face. "It's okay," she whispered.

"No, it's not," I sighed. "I love you, Y/N and I. . ."

She reached forward and covered my mouth, shutting me up. "I love you too," she said before pressing her lips to mine again. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me as our lips continued moving against each other.

This time, I was the one who pulled away from the kiss. "Do you have plans for tomorrow?" I asked, making her laugh.

"Nope," she shrugged, still laughing slightly.

"Well, now you do," I smirked down at her as I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "I am going to spend the entire day making it up to you for forcing you to go through your birthday party alone. We will do whatever you want, spending literally all day together."

"I like that idea," she said as she tightened her arms around my neck. She bit her lip, her cheeks turning red. "We could," she cleared her throat, glancing at her window, "we could start right now."

"Now, I definitely like that idea." I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. I pulled away with a smirk on my lips.

"Happy birthday, baby."

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seven-oomen · 3 years

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Me again, courtesy of my being off today, and also perpetually having fannish thoughts! First, can’t wait to see what you come up with for the whole Dean/Chris thing (…that sounds weird, but you know what I mean.)

Second, if you are taking votes on the subject, I vote DILF Club for the whump prompt (because I will ALWAYS vote them on pretty much anything). Most logically I could see it being Chris or Noah suffering from a combo of possible concussion and hit of pain drain, leading to accidental confessions of feelings, thoughts of not being good enough, or other angsty trauma issues of your choice. Or for pure comedy gold, either of them in the hospital suffering from both previously mentioned things plus maybe a hit of local anesthetic, and Melissa getting WAY more detail about their sex life than she EVER needed to know. If it’s Chris, she gets the benefit of giving him shit for the rest of his natural life in the way that only your bestie can, if it’s Noah, she can also give him shit, and possibly compare what she hears to things she remembers being told by Claudia (actually…depending on what kind of details Chris shared this could work for him, too…) Although, the thought of a delirious Peter trying to hit on both his husbands because he forgot they’re married (or dating, or whatever) also has some serious appeal.

And third, I love the idea of knitter Cas, but I would like to offer up the suggestion of Dean taking up crochet before he moves to knitting. It’s basically just tying really small, elaborate knots with a hook, so I feel he’d understand the process a little better at first. Sort of like a gateway craft. XD And they could make each other things from the same yarn so they coordinated without going full on matchy-matchy, which I feel would be one of those WAY in the future things if it happened. And he could more easily drop it if he needed to have his hands free for defense or something without worrying about stitches falling off the needle or anything. (Am I thinking too hard about this? Probably, but who cares?)

And not to be depressing on main or anything, but I suspect the lack of extra siblings in TW is partially linked to the prevalence of single parents. But it’s definitely weird. What few siblings there are, are mostly dead or missing. Maybe the imaginary Martin sister was my brain trying to fill the blanks there, so to speak. ’>.> I also feel like the majority of multi-child families feature werewolves/shifters, whether born or turned (the Hales, both generations, Isaac, Boyd, Malia, Hayden, Brett & Lori, Ethan & Aiden.) I don’t know that it necessarily means anything, but it’s interesting.

Also, as someone who regularly forgets to eat until at least one or two o'clock or later on their days off, I’m certainly not going to judge you for it. XD Best vibes for your writing! Take care! *Hugs!*

I probably shouldn’t have had that wine because I didn’t eat much today and one single glass is sending me right now. But also I’m 29 and have no job due to disability and 2 days of loneliness. So whatevs. Anyway.

Dean/Chris things has been posted, I feel proud of it. Although I’m not sure what sort of a value it has except headcanon. Idk if I contributed anything or just randomly rattled my thoughts into the internet, but well, I was distracted for a few hours and I had a surge of dopamine I guess.

Then DILF Club (Chris/Peter/Noah) it is! And oooh, I like the idea of either Chris or Noah spewing all the secrets to Mel while they’re completely delirious. Poor Mel would have sooooo much material for blackmailing but I feel would also need a case of wine to cope.

And omg can you imagine?

Peter’s looking at both of them with a dopey smile on his face. “You two are so pretty, why are we not dating?”

Noah and Chris look at each other, unsure if they should be concerned or laughing their balls off.

“Peter-” Chris starts.

“-We’re married.” Noah adds.

“With children.” They finish simultaneously.

Peter looks at them, tears of joy streaming down his face. “We are?”

THE DELICIOUSNESS OF SUCH A SCENE!

Sorry, me on wine is hyperactive little bastard.

But I feel like that would def be a good little fic.

I mean it makes sense in some ways. But I feel like some of the single parents could have had more kids before they became single parents. Maybe not Melissa, but Noah and Claudia? Yeah Stiles could definitely have had a sibling there who was like 4 years younger. .There’s no reason for him not to. Jackson’s parents could have adopted another child. Also Chris & Victoria could have had another child.

For that matter, Noah could have had a sibling or even Mel. It definitely didn’t have to be the kids that had siblings.

I mean I get why they chose not to, but it would have been nice to have better surviving sibling relationships than Chris & Kate. (As in siblings who both survive.)

I’m not sure Derek & Cora really count anymore as they’ve been apart for a long while and don’t seem to be in contact as much any more.

But that’s just my feelings as someone who has a younger sibling and would have loved to see a better relationship than Talia & Peter or Chris & Kate.

Hope your day off is going well though! Since it’s nearing 2 am I’m gonna go to sleep but I’ll be around in the morning. Take care and hugs from me and Mo <3

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Chapter 5: A Good Night to Die

A HEROES Fanfiction Angel Before the Fall Series By: Allyssa J. Watkins

“I am going to kill Sylar tonight."

Noah turned the iron spike over and over in his fingers, practically trembling with anticipation. It was red with rust and dried blood. The first time he'd held this spike, he was pulling it out of Sylar's skull. Tonight it was going back in for good. I am going to kill Sylar tonight. How many times had he said those words aloud, wielded them like his choice weapon, threatened it, savored it, promised it, to Claire as she sobbed against his shoulder, to The Company as he stood over the blood-stained carpet of yet another Special with the top of their head sawn off? Hundreds. And every promise, every vow had been a lie. Sylar was an infection, a cancer that he could never quite get all of, that kept coming back even stronger than before. Finally, after four grisly years, Sylar Gray had made a mistake. He'd fallen in love, and given Noah a heart to break, a weak spot to press and ultimately shatter. The plan was foolproof, flawless, and would end in Sylar's Death. It was an impending event, the only outcome, an actual definite. I am going to kill Sylar tonight.

He squeezed his fingers into a fist around the spike, his eyes sharp and focused as he imagined it dripping with Sylar's blood. That snarky psychopath had raised his lethal finger for the last time. I've got you, Gabriel. No more running, no more smart remarks or murderous parlor tricks. The chase is over.

"Hey Bennet, we got Ally to the cell, and gave your orders to the five guards in position. Man, your Primatech Paper Phonies, they make my brother's guys look like punk kids playing paintball!"

"Is she still unconscious? I need her completely blacked out, Sylar's already enough of a variable without adding Mrs. Smith too. In fact, I want all the intercom speakers to the detention wing silenced, alarms, emergency warnings, kill it all. When he comes, I do NOT want her to know. And Peter...... they aren't your brother's guys........ make no mistake, they're DANKO'S guys. Your brother is just the friendly face that legitimizes an ultra illegal operation. Don't forget that. I'm watching out for him. If we need anyone right now, it's Nathan Petrelli. He'll come around, you'll see. Killing Sylar is exactly the win we need to get him to stop this ridiculous witch hunt.

Peter got really quiet, biting the corner of his lip before looking at Noah with solemn eyes. "Thank you. Thank you, Noah. God....... I needed to hear that. It all comes down to tonight. I just want my brother back. Ally's down for the count, I'll tell the security guys about the intercom........"

"I have a question. What happens if someone comes here, actually wanting to buy some paper?"

Noah cracked a smile, as he pocketed the spike. "Good question, Parkman. You know, it's funny, in all my twenty plus years in the business, that has never once happened."

Noah stared at his flip phone on his desk, and Peter followed his gaze.

"Has he called yet?"

"Sylar? No, not yet, but it's coming. I can feel his hatred and rage from here. Rene hasn't checked in though, that's what's worrying me. I told him eight o'clock on the dot, or I'm deporting him."

"Relax. I just got off the phone with Claire, she's fine, she's having some kind of sleepover girls night with her dorm mates."

Noah whirled around, his features hard. "I didn't say anything about Claire, what do you mean you just got off the phone with CLAIRE!?"

"Whoah, Angry Dad, she called ME!! Your daughter's worried about you, Noah. C'mon don't give me that look, I played it cool, I didn't tell her anything about tonight. I'm her uncle too, remember? I told her Sylar was a near miss, and that The Haitian's there strictly as a precaution. Smart move by the way, Sylar's not getting anywhere near her with him hanging around.

"Perfect. Now you know my daughter's exact location, just what I wanted, and HELLO, "Cool Uncle Peter," how do you know that, "girls night sleepover," isn't the secret code for "college rager party with tons of strange boys," any one of them being SYLAR!? She's MY daughter, Peter, she may not have my actual DNA, but she inherited my lying ability pretty quick."

"I just want to say," Parkman started, looking at Noah earnestly, "I myself, didn't hear anything about where Claire may or may not be. And if she is where I don't know, Sylar's not getting it from me."

"Na, she's not trying to pull one over on you, Noah, I heard Notebook playing in the background, and at least one girl crying over some guy named Chad. I think we're good."

Parkman made a face, "Wait.......You've SEEN Notebook?"

"What? No......" Peter stammered, his cheeks turning red.

"How did you recognize it if you haven't seen it?" Parkman asked trying not to laugh.

"I..... I just guessed- I mean, I'm sure she told me the name of the- one of the other girls probably-

Both Parkman and Noah leaned in expectantly, with knowing smiles.

"Alright fine!!! I watched it with my mom one night when I got off late, she'd been fighting with my dad, and GEEZ it was just the one time, okay!"

"Did you fantasize about being Ryan Gosling?"

"No! Well, maybe a little....... Rachel McAdams is hot, alright?"

"Let's hope for the love of GOD you lie better to my daughter, than you do to us."

Suddenly the flip phone on Noah's desk rang, and a cold, deathly silence filled the room.

"That's him. Everybody out. It's showtime."

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Noah inhaled deeply, as he took the phone in his hands. The ring sounded angry, accusing. He flipped it open, his hand steady, and slowly brought it to his ear.

"Hello?"

Nothing at first. Silence. But it was the Sylar kind of silence, the calm before the storm, the kind of silence that was an obvious threat. He heard it then, the heavy, erratic breathing, and could almost picture Sylar, shoulders rising and falling as he struggled to keep his composure.

"Hey Syyy! I had a feeling you might check in. How's it goin' buddy? Thanks for the scar."

"......... Where......... is............ she?" Sylar's voice was seething, animalistic, and not at all human. It sounded the way you'd talk to someone right before you murdered them.

"I've got her, Gabriel. You want her back? You better be willing to make a deal."

Noah could practically hear Sylar's nostrils flaring on the other line, his fuming inhale as he tried to steady his breathing. More silence.

"Sylar?"

"DAMN you to HELL, Noah! You son of a BITCH, you have NO idea what you've just done!!!!"

"You kiss your girlfriend with that mouth? You'll be kissing her goodbye, if you don't start talking."

More silence

"Let me guess, Noah," Sylar responded venomously, saying Noah's name like it was an insult all its own. "This is the part where I break down sobbing, the distraught boyfriend, begging you not to hurt her, and offer myself in exchange, right? WRONG. I don't plan on dealing. This is a courtesy call. THIS is the LAST chance you'll EVER have to hand her over, before I raise hell all around you and take her anyway. You don't do every single damn thing I tell you, then you're in for the WORST night of your life, and oh GOD you're going to wish I'd just killed you." Sylar chuckled coldly, his voice dripping with dark sarcasm.

"You're not really in the position to be making any demands, right now, Sy." Noah smiled, his eyes razor sharp, practically feeling Sylar's back arch, disgusted. "I know you. You're playing it cool, chillin' like a villain, but you're going CRAZY without her, it's tearing you up inside, I can feel it, I can hear it, in the edge in your voice. You're off your handle, and you don't know what the HELL you're going to do........."

Sylar's nostrils flared with his fury, and he scrunched the burner phone in his hand as he lowered it against his cheek, tempted to crush it with his fist, his eyes flashing like wildfire embers.

He looked at the violent destruction all around him, half of it he didn't even remember doing, he'd been so blind with rage. It was one of his old haunts, a long ago abandoned hotel in Queens called, "The Rogue." The kind of place he would have never taken his lady. Dark blood spatter on the floor from previous kills, slashed paintings, broken ceramic pieces from lamps, ashtrays, soap dishes, anything he could throw, torn down wallpaper, green marble actually dug out from the floor, crumbling holes in the wall, shredded curtains and sheets, and an entire mattress torn clean in half, feathers still floating in the dusty air, after he'd ripped his way through the down pillows. Every single thing in the room had been ravenously demolished. His whole body shook with his deep hatred of Noah and how dead on he was. Damn right, he'd gone mental.

"Face it, Sylar. You're out of moves. Your shield is literally down. Checkmate, because I've got your Queen. Step away from the board and turn yourself in. You do that, and I might even let you say goodbye."

"What do you mean LITERALLY down!?" Sylar said far louder and much more concerned than he'd meant to. Damn it. He turned his head at an exact angle, feeling his chest expand. "No....... no, nice try, you wouldn't kill her before you got to me. Ha. Yeah right, Good Guy Noah Bennet. She's alive. I would know if you were lying. Besides, she probably reminds you too much of your precious Claire."

"Gabriel, you know better than anyone that Good Guys are capable of some very BAD things. She's not dead...... not yet. But if you don't give yourself up...... She will be. Especially if you even say Claire's name one more time."

Sylar waited for it, the reassuring tingle, his body signaling Noah's lie, his vision shaking. Noah was a good liar, but he wasn't a killer. He waited..... But it never came.

"I should have KILLED you in the alley, Noah. I had you. I had your throbbing jugular between my fingers, and I should have squeezed hard, until it burst open."

"You didn't have me, Gabriel. I had you. I had everything right where I wanted it. If you'd taken one step where you weren't supposed to be, I'd have shot her in the chest, her blood cloaking possibilities be damned."

"Please. No you wouldn't have. Even if you did, I can heal, or did you forget? You know who you can thank for that. One injection of my blood, and she'd be alive, and you'd be just another NYC homicide. You EVER shoot her, or so much as touch one curl, and I'll cut out your beating heart."

Noah grinned jovially. Oh he didn't know, didn't even realize it yet. He wished he could see his face as he told him. "Wrong. Your blood can't save her, you fool. One shot, she's dead. Her blood can't be altered by anyone but herself, or did YOU forget? You can give her every drop you've got, but she's not coming back. It doesn't matter if I killed her then, or if I kill her now, or if YOU kill her later. That's right, one day you're going to get in one of your moods, you're going to get angry, you're going to work out your aggression without thinking, and she's going to be standing too close....... Don't you get it!? You're going to kill her the same way you did your own sweet mother, the same way you killed VIRGINIA!!!!"

"DON'T YOU EVER SAY MY MOTHER'S NAME!!!!!!! Sylar screamed into the phone, his eyebrows slanted dangerously downward, his bottom lip shuddering, incensed. He punched another hole into the wall, with a yell, felt it crumble with the force of his fist, and watched his bruised and bleeding knuckles melt softly back into perfect skin. He was nauseous, his head swimming. He couldn't save Ally. If they took her life, he couldn't bring her back........

"You can save her, Sylar. Turn yourself in, and she goes free, untouched, safe, and you'll never have to worry about living through that trauma again. Her life for yours, it's that easy.

Noah could feel the uncertainty, the fear in Sylar's silence.

"You were right about one thing...... No matter how this goes down, I'll NEVER let you have her. You really think you deserve LOVE after all that you've done!? Villains never get the girl, Gabriel, there is NO happily ever after for you. After you DESTROYED my marriage there's no way in hell I'm just going to let you ride off into your twisted version of a sunset, with that girl, letting you use and abuse her to your black heart's content. I'd rather see her dead, than on your arm."

"You'll never take her from me again, Noah. I'm going to get her back, and when I do...... I'm going to punish you, ohhhh yes, I can make you feel pain that you'd never believe exists. You take away my dream, and I'll introduce you to your nightmare." Sylar felt his blood quicken, the killer within stirring, a slow smirk salaciously working its way across his lips. "The game's not over, it starts with me throwing away the board."

"Listen to you. You love it, don't you?" Noah said, a bit incredulous. "Sylar Gray, The Big Bad Boyfriend."

Sylar smiled, one eyebrow raised, his dark eyes positively sinful." It certainly makes the downtime more fun. So much more....... interactive."

"So you're sleeping with her?"

Sylar chuckled, brushing his thumb along his strong jawline, feeling his heart race at the thought. "Come, Noah, must you be so crass? It's called love-making and no. She's not that kind of girl."

"But you ARE that kind of boy. Don't think I didn't see you with Elle before that second eclipse. If you hadn't already killed her father, he would have killed you."

"Oh you know me, Noah, always plan ahead. Yes, I am, and I'm ready, but she's delicate, and worth waiting for...... besides you know how I love to have my imagination teased. The anticipation........ can be exquisite."

Noah felt his stomach writhe, thoroughly creeped out, and his voice was wildly unenthused. "Well..... lucky her. I suppose third time's a charm."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You know EXACTLY what I mean. You're a literal lady killer, first Maya, then Elle, and now your new victim, Lovely Miss Ally."

Sylar rolled his eyes, annoyed. "Maya was a means to an end, and last time I checked still very much alive, I might add. The whole seduction was a ruse, and I didn't even have my powers then."

"Which didn't stop you from putting a bullet in her chest if I remember correctly."

"Insurance. If I hadn't, there would have been no way to know if Mohinder was giving me the right vial. I needed my powers back. And Elle....... Elle was your fault."

"Alright. I'll give you that one."

"Although........ I should thank you, really. If you and Elle hadn't pulled your messed up little stunt, I never would have become Sylar. You created me, Noah, and stopped poor Gabriel from killing himself."

"Like Frankenstein's Monster. There's not a day that goes by that I don't regret that. I should have let you hang yourself."

"Oh Elle....... If she hadn't used me, manipulated me, and outright lied to me about my parents, we might have worked. I think of her every time I'm electrocuting the life out of some poor soul......." He flipped his wrist, smiling fondly, and Noah could hear the crackle of blue lightning. "Oh yes, Elle's parting gift. It's funny...... at first, my little brunette seemed too good to be true as well. I threw her against the wall because I thought she was working for you. Fool me twice......"

"If I could have possibly known the hold she'd have on you, the unsettling fascination you'd have for her, she would be. Honestly, I imagined your taste in women much more malevolent. Nobody thinks the serial killer's going to fall for the girl scout. It sounds like a bad slasher flick. But then again..... what is it you call yourself? Sylar, The Great Defiler?"

"A lot of people call me that."

"No, it's just you. You make them good girls go bad, huh? Or is it opposites attract and all that?"

"Who says it can't be both? I just find it so sexy that the same girl and boy that always stayed in, unnoticed, unimportant, and spent every single night of their lives alone, are now the two most powerful beings in this world. Just warms ya up, doesn't it? I own the night now, Noah. And I own Ally.

"Not right now, you don't. You may have her fooled, with your tortured soul, misunderstood, all-I-need-is-love act, but as usual I see right through you. She's nothing but your next casualty. She belongs to The Company now, where her powers can be used for good, and not shielding worthless scum like you.

"Before you get too excited, Noah, about using her and get these grand delusions of invincible armies, allow me to enlighten you. "It won't work if you try to force her. She has to do it willingly. She has to want to do it. And she only has enough power to surround one person at a time."

"How the hell did you get her to do it for you that first time, then?"

"Hmmm.....It's killing you isn't it? I can't decide if it was my sexy eyebrows or my annihilating smile that convinced her. Huh. Probably both. You see, she has a thing for bad boys. And as it so happens, I have a thing for good girls. Especially when they have that little something extra y'know?

"Or much more likely, she showed you out of pure desperation so that you wouldn't kill her that first encounter. That's one to tell the grandkids."

"Yeah," Sylar smiled softly, remembering. She'd been so brave and instantly drawn to him, so willing and gentle. "That too...... God she's so clever. The moment she touched my chest, and I felt that inexplicable power pulsing through my veins, what can I say? She had me.

"And her little spell lasts about two hours doesn't it?"

Noah heard Sylar go dangerously silent on the other line. His breathing getting quiet, deadly.

"Yeah, that's right, I know about that too. Two hours, and it's been, what do you think, at least nine since your last power up?"

"Isn't that fortunate?" Sylar practically hissed, his snarky tone turning again cold and vicious. "You might actually have a fighting chance..... for once, Noah. Or at least a few hours longer than you deserve to live....... Well, it's been swell chatting, Bennet, but I'm bored. This is your last chance. Are you going to give me what's mine, or do we get to do this the fun way?

"You don't even know where I am, Gabriel. You'll never find her."

"I don't? You sure about that, Noah?"

A loud bang came from inside the closet and Sylar twitched like a predator that hadn't yet been fed.

"I know when you're bluffing, and I know when you don't know what the hell you're doing."

"Fun way it is. It's a good night to die, Noah. See ya in a few."

Sylar hung up, and Noah slowly lowered his phone. "Yes, Gabriel, it is."

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heartthrobcityimagine · 6 years

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Who Is This??/ Part 5/ Noah Centineo

A/N: Shew, what a week it has been. If anything were to go wrong it happened this week! Anyway, hope you guys enjoy!

Warning: strong language and sexual content. OFF WE GO!

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Where we left off last in part 4:

Slowly, he pulls away and you can’t help the whine that slips from your lips. His forehead pressed against yours, both of you panting. “I’ll see you later , yeah?” Licking your lips, “Definitely.” He places another quick kiss to your lips and makes a hasty retreat out the door. Your finger touch your still tingling lips. You could only imagine what would have happened if he would’ve stayed….

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OH MY GOD YOU HAVE TO TELL JACE!!!

You race to your phone swiping it from the counter and fly over to the couch. You plop down on it and immediately facetime Jace.

*Beeeoooop* *Beeeoop* *Beeeooop*

“Oh c'mon Jace.” Any other time he would answer before the first ring barely made it through.

*DING*

His face pops up on to the screen and you gasp. His hair was disheveled, lips puffy and blood red, and his eyes were wide. You then realize just why it was took him so long to answer.

"Jace....... what were you doing? Actually, better question... WHO were you doing?" " I could ask you the same thing!" he rebuttals. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the tiny square in the upper part of your screen. Just like Jace your hair was in a million different directions, your lips were beet red and swollen, a perfect reminder of just what you and Noah had been doing.

“Nuh-uh, you know who I was with, now spill.” "Okay, okay," he laughs. "So, you remember a few months ago when I met that really hot guy on set?" "The one you said was a tool?"

He was silent for a moment, " Yeah.... that one. His name is Travis. Well anyway, he asked me for drinks, he's actually quite interesting really. He has 2 beagle puppies that he's working to support, insert swoon here, and he's got a sleeve of tattoos that are for his family..."

"Jace, you're rambling babe."

" I can't help it! ANYWAY, we went for drinks and one lead to about 4, 4 then lead to us somehow ending up at my apartment and that somehow lead to him lic...."

"OKAY JACE!! DO NOT FINISH THAT SENTENCE!" At this point you did not want to even know what had happened. He gives you a huge grin.

" So did you and Noah fuck then? I mean you look properly fucked.." Slapping your hand over your face as it grows insanely warm. " OH MY GOD JACE! What is with you and my sex life??? For your information we did not..."

" Well, you did something because one's hair does not simply get to be that messed up and not have some sort of naughty background story involved" "For the love of... we just made out on my couch... and against the wall... then he left.”

" YOU LET HIM LEAVE??? ARE YOU INSANE??" " I've known him for less than a month Jace. You know what happened the last time I dove head first into something like this.." "Yeah honey, but I don't think Noah is like that." " I don't know. I didn't think that about Tye either." there's a heavy silence between the two of you. " and I can't lose you like that again either" he says sadly. You give him a small smile, "Never."

There’s a heavy silence between you two, "ANYWAY, there is going to be an end of shoot party on Friday, you wanna go with me?" Jace asks, breaking the silence. You think over it for a moment, it was Tuesday and you had a performance day on Friday.

" I don't know Jace, I've got a performance for class on Friday and I'll be exhausted. I kinda wanted to just chill this weekend?" He sighs heavily, shaking his head at you. "Babe, you'll smash the performance you always do, and you always chill on weekends. Plus if you don't come you'll miss seeing Noah..." That was quite the incentive to go.. Noah hadn't mentioned the party, but then again you weren't exactly focused on much other than each other.

With a heavy sigh you agree reluctantly. " PERFECT! I'll see you friday at 9! Love ya BISH!" You end your facetime and flop to your back, pulling the blanket you and Noah discarded on the floor over you, replaying the Harry Potter movie you and Noah attempted to watch earlier. Just as before, you quickly fall asleep.

*PING*

You groggily open your eyes. Stretching, you reach for your phone.

Noah❤️ : Just wanted to say that I had a great time last night, especially the ending, hope to have a repeat of that soon? ;).

Heat rose to your face, he wasn't even here and he had your face on fire. Your fingers circle your screen thinking of what to reply. " Fuck yes..." No, too forward. " Maybe.." Nope, that was false, you definitely wanted a repeat.

" I hope so too. :)," you press send.

Noah❤️ : Actually, I forgot to mention it last night, I was little occupied ;) but there's this party on Friday.. was hoping you'd go with me?

FUCK! You knew this would happen.

" I'm sorry, I actually told Jace I'd go with him already..." you reply.

Noah❤️ : :( Damn it. Well at least I'll still get to see your gorgeous face. I guess I'll see you Friday then?"

" Absolutely. " Suddenly you found yourself kind of excited for Friday to arrive.

The rest of the week went by quickly, you had spent most the time practicing for your performance on Friday. You and Noah hadn't talked much, he was busy doing photoshoots and you had been trying to focus on school. Jace had been hanging out with Travis all week and for some reason was very intent on telling you every. single. detail. even the ones you did NOT want to know. Before you knew it, it was Friday morning and you were heading to class. You breezed through the performance and finally it was time to go home.

It was almost 5 by the time you made it back home. You had 4 hours until Jace would be there to get you. Perfect, enough time for a quick nap..

*TING* *TING* *TING*

Your eyes shoot open, grabbing your phone, a message from Jace: Hey babes! I’m getting ready now and I’ll be over! Love ya!

It was almost 7 o'clock. You had fallen asleep for over 2 hours!! You jump up and run to the shower. Wafting smells of vanilla and strawberries fills your tiny bathroom as you step out of the shower. You wrap yourself in a towel and walk to your closet. Sure enough, shoved to the back was a lacey black, thigh length dress. You had gotten it a year ago after Jace had forced you to try it on. It had showed off your curves and was just short enough to be sexy. Looking at the floor of your closet you search for your heels. Amid the multitude of sneakers and sandals was the pair you were looking for. They were about 3 inches high, black with a lace top that would match your dress. You pull them and your dress out and toss them on your bed.

Standing in front of your mirror you let out a puff of air, let's get to work. You curl your hair in soft waves. You apply a light layer of foundation, some eyeshadow, just enough to make your your eyes pop, and a bright red lipstick.

A loud banging comes from your front door making you jump. Jace must’ve forgotten his key. You tap your phone screen, it was only 8:30, Jace was never early for anything in his life, but I guess he was pretty excited for tonight. “JESUS JACE I'M COMING!!” your voice echoing through your apartment.

You slip your heels on quickly and rush to the door, grabbing your keys and purse on the way. You fling your door open, coming to a dead stop. Instead of Jace standing there like you had assumed, a familiar pair of pair of eyes stared back at you. "Holy hell, you look amazing. " "What the fuck are you doing here Tye?" " I had been around and thought I would stop by."

"Oh you thought you would just stop by?!? Are you kidding me?." Scoffing you go to slam the door but a hand stops you.

" Oh c'mon (Y/N), that was over a year ago. Can't you just get over it already?"

"Get over it?!? You ruined my life Tye, I almost dropped out of school because of you. So, no. I will not just get over it. Fuck off." You slam the door in his face. Tears began streaming down your face, you grab your phone and call Jace.

"Hey babe!! I'm on my way! I'm so excite.... wait, what's wrong?" He asks when he hears your sniffles. " Tye showed up at my door just now Jace." you whisper, still in disbelief that he would even have the audacity to show up here. "What the fuck do you mean he showed up at your door? Does the asshole have a fucking death wish?" " I don't know, I slammed the door in his face before he could say much." Jace cackles at that, "I've taught you well young grasshopper." that makes you giggle a little. He always knew how to help you feel better. He had been your saving grace when Tye did what he did.

"Jace, I'm really sorry but I don't think I'm going to go tonight. I've already ruined my make up, and to be quite honest I just dont think I can." " That's alright honey, I will come over and we can have a girls night." you could hear the disappointment in his voice, you knew he was excited for tonight. "No no no. I am not ruining your night. You've been excited about this all week, you go. I'll be okay here, just going to take a bath and go to bed I think." " Babe, no. I don't want a repeat of last time that douche tried this shit." " Jace, I'm fine really. Please just go to the party and have fun. Plus, I'm sure you look amazing and I know damn well Travis is going to be there. So go. " "I do look pretty good." He says laughing, "I'll see you tomorrow and we'll have pamper day?" he asks. "I would love that." "Love you brat." "I love you too Jace."

You hang up with Jace, walking back to your room. You change out of the dress sadly, hanging it back in the closet. If you were being honest you had been looking forward to the party too. The closer it got the more excited you had become. You look in the mirror, the girl you seen was someone you recognized but hoped you would never have to see again. She looked defeated, black mascara running down her face.

You shake your head, you pick up your phone. You scroll down to Noah's contact, should you tell him you weren't coming? You decide against it, laying your phone down on your dresser. You grab one of Jace's shirts he had left and make your way to your bathroom to run a bath.

An hour later, the water was turning cold so you decided to get out. Drying off and pulling on Jace's shirt, you go grab your phone and plop down on your bed, turning your TV on and unlocking your phone. Your eyes widen, you had 5 texts from Noah and 3 missed calls.

Noah❤️ : Hey, where are you?

Noah❤️ : Are you okay? Did you come? I haven't seen you or Jace?

Noah❤️ : I'm getting kind of worried here... are you okay?

Noah❤️ : Babe, did something happen? Did I do something?

Noah❤️ : I'm sorry if I did something?? Please answer.

A sharp pain shoots through your chest. Maybe you should have told him what was going on, you just didn’t want to ruin his night either. You didn't intentionally mean to ignore him. He was so sweet, checking on you. Your heart rate began to race. Anytime you thought about Noah butterflies swam in your stomach. You could find yourself easily falling for him. Who are you kidding, you already were, quickly.

You were in the middle of replying to Noah when a loud knock came from your front door. You groan, you swore if it was Tye you were calling the damn cops. He didn't know when to quit.

You reluctantly get out of bed and walk to the door.Sighing, you really needed to install a peephole. It was the first thing Jace had told you when you moved in. He said incase "any fuckboys try to raid you". You had laughed at the time but right about now you were regretting not listening to him.

You slowly open the door, hoping and praying that it wasn't Tye. Your sad eyes meet blazing ones filled with anger and concern.

"Noah?"

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OKAY! There is part 5! We finally got some Jace action back, I think I just love his character, reminds me of a friend I use to go to school with. This part we got a glimpse into our main characters past, and can we just love on Noah for a minute. Like, he is honestly just such a wonderful human being, I can’t help but show that here too! Also, could you imagine opening the door to that beautiful creature standing there, I’d pass out. Next part will be a bit longer! We will finally find out just what in the hell happened!

As always let me know what you think!

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sammmys-writing · 5 years

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First Date

Pairing: Rafael Barba/Sonny Carisi (Barisi)

TW: None

Summary: Sonny finally gets the guts to ask Rafael out on a date and does so

Authors notes: ho- LEE FUCK THIS IS LONG (2,246 words uwu) also i wrote this at like 1AM and its not Beta-ed so please excuse any OOCness.

Amanda and Sonny being best friends is true MlM WlW soldarity

This is also posted on AO3. Read it Here

"Carisi has a crush, Carisi has a crush~~" Rollins teased in a sing-song voice once the ruthless ADA, (and Sonny's aforementioned crush) Rafael Barba had left earshot.

"I don't have a crush!!" The other exclaimed defensively. Ok, maybe he had a tiny crush on the ADA, but who wouldn't?? Especially with those fierce forest green eyes and the way they twinkled on the rare occasion that he laughed, or his pretty little "I'm Winning" Smirk that only showed up in court, but that Sonny would pay to see.

"Yeah and you didn't just stare at and flirt with Barba for..." She checked her watch "Half an hour" She snorted, poking at Carisi's side.

"I wasn't staring I was... being an attentive listener" He stated, hoping that his excuse would get the other detective to leave him alone about this.

"Right, so you weren't staring straight at his lips the whole time" She said skeptically, raising one eyebrow up. He'd seen her use this tactic in interrogations, but it wouldn't work on him, not today at least.

"I wasn't staring at his lips!!"

Yes he was.

"And the flirting?" She inquired.

"He was flirting with me and i was being polite. How do you know that its he who's crushing on me and not the other way around? Check and Mate" He smirked, crossing his arms.

"What ever you say tough guy" Rollins snorted before going back to her work.

~*~

Unbeknownst to either detective, Rafael Barba was in fact crushing on Sonny Carisi. Somehow the lanky detective had wormed his way into his heart, with his absolutely kissable lips, bright blue eyes, and those god damn dimples that would certainly be the death of him. But, sadly, Rafael was pretty sure that Sonny was straight, as he'd always seen him flirting with women at NYPD parties that he was encouraged (forced) to attend.

Although this knowledge didn't prevent his heart from melting as a result of Carisi's laugh or the way he was constantly leaning over things, giving Barba a nice view of his ass. It also didn't stop him from being slightly jealous when he caught someone else eyeing those long perfect legs, connected to that perfect ass. Still, he acted professional, he kept his feelings under wraps, he willed himself to look away whenever Carisi leaned over something (Most of the time), like he did literally every time Barba visited the precinct, and he never actively sought him out unless it was pertinent to the current case. He was slightly afraid of his feelings for the detective getting the better of him. His train of thought was cut off as Carmen entered his office to say

"Mr Barba, Detective Carisi's here to see you"

Sonny walked in as Carmen was leaving and he flashed the ADA one of those award winning smiles that Rafael couldn't get enough of.

"Good evening Detective, what brings you here?" He asked, not looking up from the papers he was working on

"Well, I was wondering, Counselor, if..." He paused "You'd like to go to dinner, with me" the Detective added looking down, which made a few pieces of his hair fall to his forehead, free from the grip of the hair gel he most likely used.

Barba for once was at a slight loss for words, he looked up from his papers and a slight smirk appeared on his lips, "Are you asking me out on a date, Detective?"

"Would you say yes if I was?" Replied the detective, looking up, his baby blues brighter then normal.

"Are you free tomorrow at 8?"

"Y-Yeah, I am"

"Meet me at DiAngelo's at 8"

Carisi smiled brightly and nodded, "I gotta go now or Picatso will get all weird when I get home. See ya tomorrow Counselor!" He said, waving his goodbyes before exiting Barba's office happily knowing he had a date with his crush.

Meanwhile Barba was rethinking all of his life choices that had led up to when he had fallen for a man who'd named his cat Picatso.

~*~

[Sonny days] roLLINS

ROLLINS

ROLLINS, I JUST ASKED BARBA OUT AND HE SAID YES??? I HAVE A DATE WITH HIM TOMORROW AFTER WORK

HELP

[Rollin' in the deep] i knew you had a crush on him carisi

[Sonny days] yeah, yeah, yeah, alright you were right, but still

Help

[Rollin' in the deep] with what? just let him slam it home

[Sonny days] thats like

the exact opposite of helping

what do i do with the date, like how

how does someone do a date

[Rollin' in the deep] ;)

[Sonny days] stop or i block

[Rollin' in the deep] ;(

have you told him about Picatso yet?

[Sonny days] yeah??

[Rollin' in the deep] and he didn't bail instantly? he must really like you

[Sonny days] hey, Picatso is the perfect name for a cat

[Rollin' in the deep] that is not a cat

thats a demon from hell

[Sonny days] he just doesnt like you because he can sense how much you hate him

animals are like that

anyway, back on topic, help please??

[Rollin' in the deep] Just, talk to him about mutual interest's or ask him about himself or smthn i dont knoW

I don't know man!! i havent been on a first date in so long

[Sonny boy] since you've been banging the lieu

[Rollin' in the deep] speaking of liv, Noah just fell asleep you know what that means

[Sonny days] gross

[Rollin' in the deep] ;)

get some carisi!! now i gotta go its time for some designated lady time

[Sonny days] have a good time rollins

and please never say designated lady time ever again

~*~

The next day at 8 o'clock, Sonny Carisi walked up to the DiAngelo's restaurant in a nice white pressed shirt and dress pants with a navy tie, not his work clothes, Barba was too good for him to wear his work clothes on a date with him, he saw Barba standing outside the restaurant, wearing a suit, like always. Sonny wondered what he looked like in home clothes or pyjamas, hopefully, if dinner went well he'd have a chance to see that.

"Hey counselor!" He called, waving to the hot ADA as he walked towards him.

Rafael smiled warmly at the tall blue-eyed detective, waving back.

"You're not late Carisi, I'm surprised" He joked lightly, giving the detective a quick look down, he dressed nice, better then what he wore to work at least.

Carisi smiled at the comment. "I try counselor." He chuckled, "Shall we go in?" he asked, offering his arm, internally panicking about this, he was trying to follow the WikiHow article he read on how to act on a first date, so far it was working.

Barba smiled again, "Call me Rafael" He said, taking his arm and the pair went inside, where they were seated quickly in a little booth in the corner. The date went rather well as far as first dates with your co-worker are concerned, they chatted and laughed, happy in their own little world.

Rafael was sure he'd just fallen even harder for the blue eyed detective sitting across from him. He talked with his hands lot, this was something he had never noticed before, when telling funny little stories of his childhood in Staten Island suburbia, he made grand gestures with his hands, whether he was explaining his sisters giant crush on his best friend, or how he fell off of the playground structure when he was 10 and had to be in a wheelchair for a month.

Carisi noticed how Rafael's eyes softened when he talked about his grandma or his mom, telling stories of his childhood, how he poured himself into his studies and go to college against the odds, go to Harvard, it was truly inspiring and Carisi was reminded of why he fell for the green eyed ADA. He was the most interesting man he'd ever met.

"My apartment isn't far from here, wanna come over, end the night with a few drinks?" Carisi asked as they exited the restaurant after dinner, looking down.

"Sure" Barba replied, after a few moments of hesitation. "Lead the way" He chuckled.

As they walked, they chatted some more, sharing thoughts about cases, the law, and ridiculous perp names that Sonny had encountered during his years as a detective, ("You arrested a guy called Dick Hertz?" "Crazy right?")

Carisi was happy to learn more about Rafael, see the softer side of him, which was just as hot as the snarky work version of him, (in Sonny's opinion at least). Meanwhile Rafael had learned that Sonny was just as loud outside of work as he was in work, which to be honest wasn't surprising and kinda endearing to say the least.

Once they entered Sonny's apartment, Picatso rubbed up against the pairs legs, seeking attention from his owner and this new person he'd brought into the house.

"Hey stinky man" Sonny greeted the eager cat, leaning down to give him a quick pet, before shutting the door behind them and putting up his coat, "Want anything to drink? I got wine, whiskey, tea, coffee, water" He stated, turning around to look at Rafael, smiling a bit. Hopefully his apartment was clean enough, he didn't have much of a chance to clean up beforehand but he thought it looked presentable.

"I'll have a whiskey" Barba replied, hanging up his coat and glancing down at the cat, it was rubbing up against his leg and trying to sniff him to make sure he wasn't an enemy. Rafael wasn't particularly fond of felines but Picatso (what'd the cat do to be named that) seemed reasonable, he leaned over, giving his hand to sniff before he gave the cat a hesitant pet on the head, Picatso purred quietly, liking the attention from the new human.

"He likes you" Carisi smiled, coming back with two glasses, one with whiskey and another with wine. "I think thats the fastest ive ever seen him warm up to someone" He chuckled, handing the glass of whiskey to Barba as he got up. Picatso protested the end of the attention with a quiet meow, he looked to his owner for more but he paid him no heed.

Rafael smiled softly, taking the glass.

"Come, let's sit" Sonny lead Rafael inside, sitting on the couch and motioning for Barba to sit next to him, which he did.

They sat in awkward silence for a moment, before Rafael spoke up.

"How long have you wanted to go out with me" He asked, Sonny looked slightly embarrassed.

"You don't have to be a detective to notice that" he chuckled, sipping at his drink.

Sonny turned slightly pink, and sipped his wine

"Its fine, it's kinda cute actually"

At this Sonny blushed harder, "A year or so" he mumbled.

Rafael smiled a bit, but hid it by taking a sip of his whiskey. "If it makes you feel any better I've probably been pining for you for longer" He chuckled.

Sonny laughed at this quietly, "Wanna bet?" he joked. "During the moustache or after?" he asked

"Oh god, please never again remind me of your awful moustache"

"I thought it looked good"

"It made you look like a cheap pornstar from the eighties"

"I bet teenage you would've jumped at the chance to sleep with a pornstar back then"

Barba just laughed, and Sonny laughed with him. Both men unconsciously leaned closer to each other. Sonny would never be sure if it was them being comfortable with eachother, or him being slightly more confident (due to the alcohol from dinner and the drinks now), or a bit of both that made him do it but he closed that gap between them after a moment of silence, by pressing his lips to Rafaels and kissing him, softly and slowly.

Rafael kissed back after a moment of surprise. Sparks flew between them and Sonny was astonished that the other would kiss back. Soon enough, the drinks were abandoned and Sonny deepened the kiss, moving closer.

That endeavor, however, soon devolved into Sonny kinda straddling the ADA and them hardcore making out, Rafels hands in Sonny's hair, removing it from the hold that the detectives hair gel had it in, and Sonny's arms around Rafaels waist, keeping the pair close.

By Sonny's standards, this was probably the best make out session her ever had the pleasure of being involved in, and judging by the way it was going he was hopefully going to be experiencing it much more.

[Rollin' in the deep] carisi how was ur date

did you guys talk wistfully about everything and nothing while staring into each others eyes

[Sonny days] that is the cheesiest thing ive ever heard

and me and my sister once talked for an entire hour in just cheese puns

[Rollin' in the deep] pffft

[Sonny days] getting back on topic

it was fine

normal first date stuff

we kissed

[Rollin' in the deep] a kiss?

thats nothing

tell me when u fuck

[Sonny days] haha

even though you'll probably be the first one i tell

[Rollin' in the deep] fuck yeaaaahhh

give me those relationship deets or i will die

i've watched you 2 pine for each other for too long, i need to know everything

[Sonny days] yeah yeah, ill tell you more tomorrow its too fuckin late for this shit

night rollins

[Rollin' in the deep] night carisi

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Episode 3: "This is a lying game. You have to be good at lying." - Michael

It’s sad bitch hours with your boy skinny penis!!!!!!!! Uhm I’m not in a good position I don’t think KSKSKSKSKSKSK Alex told me he, Caeleb, Evan, Jules, and JJ all have a 5 person alliance possibly forming,,, and if you do the math that’s 3/4 of the brigade,,,,, yk,, the one with Jules, JJ, Alex and some irrelevant bitch named ME!!!! Alex is reassuring me saying it’s all for the brigade, but I’m waiting for Jules or JJ to say something about it, or else I’m not gonna feel so good yk??? Like if it’s for the brigade then you should feel comfortable w telling me about it,, like basically all this is telling me is that I’m the most expendable member of the alliance but I die gress,,,,,, Speaking of the brigade idk how I feel about the brigade strategy ? I just feel like there are a lot of moving parts to it, and it lowkey feels like a selfish excuse to have more allies for yourself JSJDJSJSJJSSKS like,,, idk, plus I feel like there are more chances for flipping and I’m like blehhhhh. It’s dumb. Everything’s dumb. I’m dumb. I flopped in the bridge. I’m soooo dumb. Pls destroy me. I’m probs fonna throw this immunity to JJ bc WHILE I LOVE alex’s joking remark about blindsiding him at 18th, I feel like if I try and set it up for a JJ win then it’ll seem like he’s good w everyone and put a target on his back,,, idk!!! Idk. I just want some form of power. I’m hungry. Gimme gimme.

Omg me and Ali are SOOO close to the idol....!!!! unless its already been taken ugh but I was like almost there today but fell at 90 so he will prob get it which is cool better than anyone else !! altho would still be nice to have it hehe . tho knowing my idol history of wasting and being blindsided with it.. .maybe its for the best not for me to have it LOL

So its kinda awk last round I voted Noah I think most people did so now idek what to say to him ahhh . and now its a double tribal soo hopefully its just a repeat but. after this its prob a swap which is scary but I hope I atleast end up with ali or mitch or even jared, and from the other side my queen willow

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omg Reuben "sandwich" Studdard, american idol season two WINNER helped me get that IDOL

We shockingly won immunity wow!! That at least saved us from going to tribal and kinda spared Noah if everyone was telling the truth to me before the results.

Then here comes double tribal and first of, it’s good we won immunity on the previous round because the double tribal is screaming a swap next and all tribes will probs be equal in og tribe member numbers. Secondly, if everyone is still in the same page then the target is still Noah.

Honestly tho, I kinda want to target Michael just cuz he threw my name out to Julia. But it’s difficult to go against the consensus even more so because of this twist.

Right now, I’m in an alliance with Jason and Julia which I’m gonna be loyal to. I’ve also got this thing going with Jared where we share information and I think he has something going with Michael? I’m also working my relationship with Ali and Benj, so I’m gonna keep them in my back pocket for now. I’m also a bit close with Mitch. That only leaves Michael and Noah as the people I haven’t really connected with. I mean did talk with Michael about academic and stuff but it’s still hard talking to him hahahaha. Talking to Noah is fine but like from what I’m getting he is the next to go, mainly because Jared and Michael were I think the ones who threw his name out among the others including to me, so it’s hard to become invested to talking to him :((

I’m trying to cover all my bases here, and not be a so oblivious on what’s happening in my tribe. Nicole G is my spirit animal!

me: I should at least try and keep this idol a secret

benj:

Me: OKAY I FOUND THE IDOL WOO

okay so.... its paranoia o'clock and julia is who the clock struck on.

"i think a couple others might put me as 1"

this is what she said when i told her i was putting her top of my list. this is freaking me out, because a) this means others think she is their top ally b) its just.... what? like... julia is obviously connected and this freaks me out.

in other news, my list for the challenge is probs gonna be this: julia > jared > ian > benj > mitch > jason > michael > noah

julia because she is my ally, jared/benj in 2nd and 4th because that is our plan, ian high because king, mitch/jason middle because kings, and then michael and noah because they are my biggest worries.

i think some shenanigans could happen with this challenge and a twist or something, i don't really know what to think. i don't think i want to win, i feel like i've already got a lot of attention from doing good in challenges, if i win this one thats going to get me even more unwanted attention.

but ya, so otherwise... benj is such a king, he is playing the kind of game (at least I think) that i always want to... just super social and nice, and like lowkey strategic. i think earlier on, i made jason my winner pick, i think he might be a lil' bit too inactive, i think i'm feeling ian or benj as a winner pick now. its defo not gonna be me, have you ever SEEN me play, i'm a whole mess.

okay so... nancy drew hat is on and i'm onto the biggest threat on our tribe. its Ian.

here is the evidence, it comes from two people who freak me out on this tribe. julia and jared.

STAGE 1: Jared sending his list (a choice...?)

This is apparently Jared's list. 1. Ian 2. Ben 3. Jason 4. Ali 5. Michael 6. Julia 7. Mitch 8. Noah

Couple of interesting things here. Jason is high, Ian is VERY high and Julia is low. Already my radar is ping-ping-pinging about Ian being high, because he has been on my radar before, he hasn't got far in games before by fluke, he is smart. Also, I've been feeling for a while (and have been talking to Benj about this), that Jared has other allies, other people he is working with (he is evidently playing multiple sides, but he is obvious so i'm not as fussed). Anyway, so Jared I've felt has been playing other angles, and now Ian is his top choice!

I think I did a smart today too. My 2nd/4th strategy. What it was, was for me/Benj/Jared to put each other 2nd and 4th on our lists, to not sabotage each others' chances of winning, but also not give away our alliance. It had two additional purposes, to allow me to put someone else 1st to build trust, and to see who they put first. Jared put Ian. which... is very interesting. very very interesting. This ties into theory #2

STAGE 2: Julia says Mitch is targeting her....

"Hello!!" - from Ian, at 00:41 "ummm mitch is throwing my name out" - from Julia, at 00:47

okay so this solidifies to me that Ian is defo playing SO smart. When I told Julia she was top of my list, she was.. notably quiet about where I am on hers. And like... i dont care jkalsfda, i don't want to win. But it means, in the very least someone else is first. So with that said, the question is a) who is top b) who told her about mitch. Now I had no idea Mitch was targetting Julia, I think its a dumb, dumb move, since his name has already been thrown out there versus Noah, so he needs to... play a whole lot smarter. But... someone obviously told Julia, and I know it wasn't me, it wasn't Benj (he likes Mitch). I am just now realising as I type this that Jared had Julia about Mitch on his list, so he couldve told her, but I am thinking it was Ian.

I was talking to Julia before her saying Mitch was targeting her. Its only when Ian came online that she knows this? I think Ian is working with everyone, playing it super super smart. I think he is playing all sides, but less blatantly than Jared.

STAGE 3: What the frick-a-frack do I do about this?

Okay so.... an important preface is that... I could be totally, totally misreading the situation. But I have felt since the start that Ian is a better player than he was letting on. But what do I do about it? Well for starters, I need to look at numbers I know I have. Benj/Jared/Mitch I think are all in my corner, Michael/Jason I could hopefully swing, and Julia is tight with me, Noah.... Noah is tough because he trusts me but also... we like all voted him out last round so we will see what to do about that pickle. So I don't think Ian can make a move on me if he wanted to, and I can't make a move on him.

so we wait. I'm keeping Ian 3rd on my list, because I really really want to keep an eye on him, and wanna get in close. keep your friends close (benj/julia) and your enemies closer (ian). I love Ian, he is a real king, but I'm onto his winner shenanigans, and is he going to march to the end unopposed? Well...

okay hey freaks. my tribe? decided to all snort from the collective crack pile in the middle and lose their HEADS and its unacceptable. UNACCEPTABLE.

first off, my cracked tin foil ian conspiracy? was CORRECT. benj also trusts ian! ian is playing EVERYONE, I'm on to him and I hope this challenge exposes him! I am ONTO YOU IAN! YOUR TRICKS HAVE BEEN OBSERVED.

in other news? budva tribe has lost their ENTIRE minds, and if we go to a double tribal with durmitor? we are going to fracture faster than you can say '18' (coincidentally also the placement i'm getting).

Here is the break down. Noah told Julia that Mitch threw her under the bus, and Noah wants to work with me & Julia. WHICH CRAP, I do not wanna work with Noah because I already voted for him. And in the grand scheme of things, having voted them out is an exceptionally poor foundation for an alliance.

If Mitch seriously threw out Julia's name to Noah, he is exceptionally foolish. WHY. he has already almost been the vote twice, he needs to just NOT AJKLDFASF. i just.... my tribe is driving me absolutely insane. Jared actually is like... back on this planet and being less scary, but Michael is off recharging in his robo-station and GONE, mitch/noah are losing their minds, Julia is leading charges and Ian is playing TOO WELL.

honeslee if its a combined tribal, budva is going to literally explode. explode.

i want to work with noah if he wants to work with me.... but i literally voted for him, how do I get back from that JKLASD. I also want to work with Mitch but he NEEDS to control his mouth, its causing problems. i just want everyone out except benj/jared/julia/jason, the other 4 can go BYEBYE.

So apparently Mitch leaked the vote to Noah and was attempting to vote out Julia. So I talked to Ali, benj, Ian, and Noah about it and we are all voting Mitch. Depending on what happens at immunity

(Continued) Mich and Michael were gunning for me??! RED ALERTT RED ALERT WEEEEE WOOOOOO WEEE WOOOOOOOO. Luckly I gathered the forces and we had the majority to vote Mitch. I might have managed to convince Michael to vote Mitch (maybe not? We will see tomorrow) but he doesn't trust me. Womp womp. I mean Michael was not in my immediate line of threats so I don't know why he wouldn't trust me. I guess we don't talk much but it seems like I always have to talk him, it's not reciprocal.

Okay so it has honestly been a roller coaster.

Following Madeleine's vote I thought that I was going to be in a FABULOUS position, but that was not the case.

Most of the tribe went fucking silent on me. That round brought me to a whole new level of frustration that I can't even DESCRIBE. I was freaking out because I genuinely felt like I was just getting iced out and was going to be eliminated.

As soon as that round from Hell was over, I felt the need to act quickly and harshly to try to improve my position in the game. I took a major gamble by creating 100% false rumor (there wasn't even the slightest bit of truth to it), and took it to Julia. I told her that Mitch had been talking about targeting her to me. Now this was a huge risk because she could've sniffed me out right away, but luckily for me she's kind of nutty and bought it.

With that lie I essentially destroyed whatever alliance Julia and Mitch had. In the process I managed to A) Make Julia feel like she can really trust me to have her back, and B) Increased Mitch's already sizable target to decrease the odds of people coming after me.

I further pushed Mitch's game down the drain by stroking Jared's paranoia that Mitch is plotting against him, but in this case I was actually telling the truth because the truth could be used to my benefit.

So I really have two major goals that I would like to complete within the next 24 hours; 1) Solidify a F3 alliance with Julia & Ali. 2) Send Mitch home.

I suspect that we're going to see a tribe swap after this vote, but just in case we don't swap that soon, I'm already planting VERY subtle, small seeds in people's heads that Matthew should be the next one to go following Mitch.

Overall, the twists being thrown at us early on this season have really forced me to take a much more aggressive, offensive battle strategy. I've essentially found myself in a position where the best way for me to ensure my own survival is to jump on any opportunity to turn my tribemates against eachother.

My hope is that if there IS a tribe swap, it'll benefit me and put me in a more comfortable position where I can lower my profile a bit and stay more under the radar. Obviously it's great to make moves and have some control in the game, but I also know from experience that playing too aggressively for too long is the best way to set myself up to crash and burn.

Literally people are telling me they’re putting me first on their list ahsjdjsjs ok folks assuming y’all aren’t lying immunity could work!!

The scoop that just came in this morning is apparently Mitch is being one hot mess? Julia told us that Mitch threw her name as a target and then Jared told me Mitch leaked to Noah that he was getting wacked had we lose the puzzles challenge. Naturally this made things quite difficult because Noah was obviously the easy vote but here comes Mitch making a mess out of things.

This morning made me realize that Jared is dangerous. He is calling the shots and I won’t be surprised if he actually faked all this information about Mitch being a mess because he did wanted to go after Mitch the previous round before we all decided with Noah. My alliance with Jason and Julia better keep an eye on him. As much as dangerous Jared is, he still trusts me with information so I ain’t getting rid of him yet, contrary to what our friendly neighbourhood robot/Michael is concocting. Jason told us that Michael wants to make a move against Jared now, and uh no I don’t take orders from a robot and he would just replace Jared with himself as the so called king pin of Budva. I’m gonna relay this info of Michael targeting Jared on the wraps until the time to take out Michael presents itself because bringing my name up will get ur ass burnt!! Assuming there ain’t a swap incoming which the likelihood of a swap occurring is VERY.

Julia told me and Jason she’s already in the 60’s on the bridge and me and Jason are here in the 20’s like ok.

I’m also becoming very close with Ali and Benj. right they’re my back up if we do swap and I’m separated from Julia and Jason.

So in summary of this little rant, the targets are Mitch and Noah. Mitch is the more likely to being the one getting whacked and although I do like the guy, him being messy and with the potential of going rogue is a big liability. Although Noah can also go rouge but at least he ain’t messy!!

okay so confession time, since its looking like the vote is kind of finalising.

its looking like mitch, and he is such a king, but he also like... kind of did this to himself? i can kind of understand why he did, like he was the Plan B for both of our previous tribals (even though he was never in jeopardy), but like... particularly since i think its kind of obvious we are swapping after this double tribal, he only needed to ride out one more tribal.

but he just did so so much, like first he threw Julia under the bus to Noah and then with Michael started targeting Jared. Like that just isn't smart, like going to the person who was the other potential vote, to throw people under the bus. Noah I'm sure wants to elevate his own standing, and Mitch literally gave him the ammunition to do so?

also like Jared and Julia are maybe two of the louder personalities on our tribe? Like if he wants an easy target to divert attention off himself, Julia apparently isn't great socially, but also like.. its obvious she was going to be able to rally support for herself, as is Jared?!? Like I get Jared is a threat, he is doing a lot and very clearly at that, but a big move like this while maybe justifiable at merge, is just way too early.

so yeah, at the moment I think Mitch will go 7-2, because I could see at least one of Benj or Michael throwing him a pity vote. I really wanted to work with Mitch, but he would just do... too much, like people were mad at him for his weird feud with Madeline, and like... he just needed to take it easy.

for the swap, i'd like to swap onto a tribe with jules, because LEGEND LOVE THEM. i really hope the swap situation is not 4vs4, i want to build trust with the other tribe going into merge. I really hope Thomas doesn't make merge, he makes me SOOOOO nervous.

also idk if i ever confessed about this, but rip david robb. to reuse an emathia joke (a season he will not remember), david robb-ed.

I’m voting for Willow, and I feel awful because she’s a really sweet girl. But the brigade has to stick to its guns. Willow is the only person excluded from our brigade plan, and especially with a supposed tribe swap coming soon, we need to keep the eight of us as tight as we can be.

Sorry Willow!

so this round has been an absolute cluster fuck and im really emotionally drained because of it. mitch first of all fuck you, you stupid lying ass bitch. you wanted to throw my name under the fucking bus are you fucking kidding me you idiot??? I HAVE BETTER SOCIAL CONNECTIONS RN. I don't even want the damn thought of me leaving rn as an option like are you serious. fuck you!!!! second of all jared is now a target and i'm literally so stressed I cant think straight. but my goal to get mitch out is hopefully gonna work.

As far as the rest of the game goes, I’m kinda scared and kinda excited by the prospect of being so beloved by everyone in the game. I was talking with Alex, and apparently everyone that he’s talked to in this game has mentioned how much they love me when asked about how they feel about the tribe. While it’s a big change from being voted out 9-1 for being “Hostile and unapproachable”, it’s scary. What if that makes me a big threat? I hope not. My fate in this game most likely rests on loyalty, which isn’t a great standpoint to have in a game like survivor.

I’m mitch saying he hasn’t heard anything and Then suddenly saying he’s hearing Jared

Boi what should have been an easy vote for Noah has now become a mess of a vote and your probably gonna be the one hit in the crossfire. Assuming the people who I’ve talked to are being truthful.

Meanwhile Julia, Jason and I have more or less come to a consensus to end Mitch with Julia probably earning Michael’s supposed allegiance since I think Michael is pissed that Mitch had become messy so the robot is now prolly voting mitch and Michael is always talking with Julia?? Idk mess

On a different note, I’m really liking Ali. He’s got a great insight on the status of the game rn and he HAS A DOG!!

Wow at me doing more the 2 confessionals

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Shit literally hits the fan when you’re eating breakfast yeah?

Julia crossed the idol bridge only to discover the idol has been found!! Kudos to whoever did that, I only got to 25. Right now everyone is panicking, mitch could have the idol idk Michael could have idol idk

Right now the plan needs to split the vote between Michael and Mitch. I assume none of them won immunity but the idol is still in question. The potential people to be caught in this mess of crossfire will be either mitch, Michael or Jared. It could also be me or it could also be anyone!! Who knows let’s see if I live to tell the tale!!

this vote is a mess, and... i am the cause of it KJLSADFAF.

so julia has learnt that the idol has been found, she told jared, who told... literally everyone JKNLASDFASF. but i have the idol, but people are kind of assuming either Michael or Mitch does which... works for me KLSDAF.

But of course people (especially Jared) want to split the votes. Which YIKES, the Budva tribe is dead six feet under after this for sure EEEK. Like literally... we as a tribe voted Noah OUT, and he is gonna be so comfortable after this vote he DID THAT WHAT A KING.

but yes I think Budva tribe is not going to be able to stick together long term. Like after this vote, Michael and Jared are gonna be out for blood. Noah can sense sharks in the water after last tribal. I'm also now really hoping for a swap, people want Jared out, and if we don't swap, Jared has DIRT on me and benj which could be really problematic aklsdfa.

yeah i think tonight the plan is to split the votes between michael and mitch to save jared? who people literally want OUT this is such, SUCH a mess. we are about to swap and everything is literally going to explode oh god.

in other news, i still have the idol so woo! I APOLOGISE TO MY ENTIRE TRIBE FOR WHEN YOU READ THIS, YOU WILL ALL HATE ME FOR KEEPING THIS A SECRET IM SO SO SO SORRY.

omg imagine if noah made up all that stuff mitch apparently told him and he caused all this chaos (well except for the idol, that was defo me KALSDFSA). his MIND, noah is flexing that big brain on us lesser mortals.

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my game is over. jared is going and i want to vote him, but also he will just expose our alliance and idk what we do about that EEEEEEEK.

I swear this is my fucking last confessional for this round. So jared’s messy ass finally caught up to him and now me and my golden girls are flipping the script! If everything goes accordingly jared’s going?? And Noah is the only left out of the loop probs

okay i'm going to confess as much as i can, as quick as i can. the vote is now jared and benj & i have a really cracked scheme to make sure he doesn't expose us. noah is being left out of the vote. benj is voting mitch too, so it looks like jared has two votes alongside him and thus he doesn't expose me and benj?

ITS CRACKED AND A MESS. also jared going and the mess is good, it made me look like a REAL follower which is good news i think.. i was worried about looking threatening.

honeslee cut to jared winning immunity and this mess being... even messier KASLFSADF like honestly i'm just. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

also michael truly terrifies me. i'm freaking out about the vote, and he pops in being like 'hear jason out'. LIKE SIRI I KNOW YOU WANT YOUR CHUM MITCH TO STAY, but its VERY unhelpful to just pop in and make it REALLY clear i'm on the outs K;JLSDFA.

i just am so tired. Julia/Benj/Ian are the only ones I trust, Jason too kinda but he defo runs the show. Michael is just confusing and Mitch/Noah are both not gonna trust me after this vote. I'm so getting screwed over in this swap KLASDFSAF I HATEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

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the dead of night | chapter six

Nancy's point of view

I had come into upstate New York hot on the heels of my break up with Chris but there was a part of my story that I had neglected to share with the others. I had my fear of speaking out about it because I had no idea how any of them would react to it. I had no idea if it was even in the same vein as Francine's disappearance, given the fact she had gone missing in Canada.

But after I had my fight with Chris and we broke things off, I packed my bags and bailed from Seattle. I thought of going down to Portland and getting a job at that bakery, Smell the Magic, especially since it was the first one ever in the chain spread across the country, but I had received a phone call from Marcia in Rochester, who asked me to come back East. It was so far away, but I made the move alone, with nothing more than my paint palettes and the clothes on my back. Dominique vowed to find me a place, especially since she was continuing to shadow Angeline at the New York Times in New York City itself.

I had my doubts of moving to that city, especially after everything that had happened to Joey and Lars there, but I was willing to be closer to my best friend, and in Chris' wake, it would prove to be a new chapter for me. I boarded the next flight out of there, and I couldn't get away from there soon enough given the neon and the ghosts were appearing throughout Seattle like some kind of virus. Even though Joey had saved us all the week before, we were having to deal with such rapid repercussions up there in the Northwest. It wasn't just a testament of leaving Chris behind, but I needed a cleansing of sorts. To leave the area I knew so well for a place that I hoped wasn't falling apart, either. Portland wasn't dealing with it all per se, but I wasn't willing to risk it, especially since Smell the Magic never called me back.

I had a stopover in Denver and then another one in Winnipeg of all places, and that was where I met Geddy and his band mates.

I landed in Winnipeg at about six o'clock in the evening their time. Given it was the middle of the January, and about two weeks before that current day of seeking out Francine, it was absolutely dumping snow over the region.

I was beginning to regret the move from the very second I stepped off the plane. Snow drifts the size of a garage piled on either side of the runway and I had to spend the night in the airport, or at least until the blizzard stopped and those bitter Arctic winds calmed down enough for us to fly to New York City. At least I didn't land in Nunavut, where the mercury lay on the floor given the extent of the cold, at least that was according to the security guard I spoke to when I asked him where customs was to check my passport. He was also kind enough to tell me about a little restaurant next door to the airport given it was dinner time.

But my little sweater coupled with my skirt and tights proved to be not enough against the Canadian blizzard.

No mountains to protect me and no significant body of water like the Puget Sound to temper it: I was a Seattle girl exposed to a full on, bone chilling, unforgiving wind tunnel straight out of the Arctic. I had reached the restaurant when I met a tall stout man with a short haircut, so short that he was nearly bald. He looked like a movie star with the deep cleft in his chin and the even deeper clefts in his cheeks when he saw me. Right next to him stood his wife, if I recalled correctly. At least, that was my assumption: a little olive skinned lady with horn rimmed glasses and tight waves of black hair over her shoulders.

“Pretty cold out there, isn't it?” he asked me in a big booming voice.

“Yeah—Yeah, I'll say,” I replied, out of breath.

“You're not from around here, are you?”

“Just flew in from Seattle. I'm on my way to New York City.”

“Fuck New York, stay in Canada,” he said. I should have listened to my instinct, as it told me he wasn't Canadian. But he and his new wife were both kind enough to me that I was willing to share my dinner with them: he was a musician down on his luck while she had been widowed a few months before, and yet they both met one another by circumstance. I never found out their names, but I knew their son was going to be named Noah.

“They say you shouldn't form a bond out of an intense experience,” she remarked, “but we did anyways.” They had tied the knot down in Las Vegas and flew up to Winnipeg when the snow hit. The assumption was that he hailed from Manitoba there, but I never found out about her.

All I knew was I took a drink of cola and I didn't recall anything else after that.

And there I was, riding in the back of his car on the way to the middle of nowhere. To the middle of the snows.

It was pitch dark outside, but all I felt was cold. Cold and bitter. And then I felt something touching my legs and ankles. I had no idea if it was from the snow or from something else, but the next thing I knew I had woken up somewhere.

Somewhere I didn't know where. All I recalled was the sight of a cold gray sky over me, complete with big smooth lenticular clouds the color of cotton candy and wispy clouds that looked as though they carried rain, and a loud beeping noise off in the distance right in my right ear.

I could barely keep my eyes open, but the noise of the street was enough to keep me alert enough. I wanted to move but I couldn't. No pain. No feeling in my legs. And I had no idea what had happened to my belongings, either.

I closed my eyes. I wanted to scream but I didn't know if I had one inside of me.

I nibbled on my bottom lip. All I could feel was the cold earth beneath me. The cold earth as nothing more than my bed.

“Oh, shit! Shit!” That Canadian accent stayed with me even as I was on the brink of delirious oblivion. I lowered my gaze a bit; I couldn't even so much as lift my head to see the three boys down the street from me. But I could hear them. I could hear the one who yelled that out run towards me.

“Alex! Neil! Get over here, guys! This chick's in bad shape!”

I was drifting out again, but I recalled seeing their three silhouettes standing over me. I could hardly make out the sight of their faces but I knew it was them. I saw a head of dark smooth hair and a hooked beak of a nose even through my blurred vision.

“Oh, my God,” another boy's deep voice caught my ear. I blinked once, twice, and then their silhouettes took on a better shape over me.

“Are you alright, Miss?” he had asked me. I could feel the touch of his cold hands on either side of my face. I blinked several times to make sight of his handsome narrow face and his somber deep set brown eyes gazing back at me with concern.

“Are you alright?” he repeated. I swallowed.

“I don't know,” I replied. “Where—Where am I?”

“Outside of the Toronto airport,” he said in a gentle tone of voice. “I saw you laying here and I knew you were in bad shape—” He glanced down at my body and grimaced. Neil, with his dark waves and pencil thin mustache, crouched down to my left and spread his big heavy black overcoat over my body. He then turned his head behind them.

“Alex! Get the Mounties!” He then returned to me.

“Do you remember anything?” he continued; he was practically laying on the sidewalk right next to me.

“I—I don't,” I confessed. My hips and thighs were in utter agony. It felt like someone took a sledgehammer to my lower back and utterly shattered every bone in my spine. I worried about even so much as moving my legs, or wiggling my toes.

“I was—I was in Winnipeg,” I said to him.

“You were in Winnipeg?” the other boy echoed me. “Do you remember what day?”

“Monday the sixteenth.”

“Monday?” He raised his eyebrows at that.

“Today's Friday the twentieth,” said the boy closest to me.

“Four—Four days?” I stammered; my mouth and the back of my throat felt as dry and parched as sandpaper.

“Good God, you must be starving and thirsty!” he proclaimed. The whine of sirens off in the distance caught my ear.

“It's okay, though—help is one its way,” the boy with the deep voice assured me. Indeed, the ambulance arrived within a minute or so, but it felt like a whole decade before they lifted me off of the ground and lay me upon a stretcher. All three boys, including the blond one, whom I found out was named Alex and the one who called the ambulance, congregated around me. The closest boy lingered closer to me once the doors closed behind them.

“It's okay, though,” he assured me, “we'll take care of you.” He held my hand once the doors of the ambulance closed behind us. “What's your name by the way?”

“Nancy,” I said.

“Nancy—I'm Geddy.”

“Geddy?” I thought my ears were messing with me.

“Yeah. It's a mispronunciation of 'Gary' courtesy of my mom—she's from Poland so she's got plenty of an accent even a couple of decades after migrating here. Everyone calls me that, though.”

It was that moment in the back of the ambulance that sparked the beginning of a beautiful relationship. Not as homey and sweet as Joey and Hannah, two childhood best friends, or as mysterious as Scott and Kristina. It was something to spite that couple in the restaurant in Winnipeg. The three of them stood by my side as the medics checked me out and released me within the day. My stuff was gone and those two had cleaned me out, but I did remember Dominique's number. Much like Joey and Hannah, she hurried across the border to come save me. But before I returned to the States, Geddy vowed to come visit me in time.

Never start a relationship in the face of intensity. That was something I had to laugh at even as we were driving out of New York City. I knew for a fact it wasn’t the two of them who took Francine, but the whole thing stirred up something within me.

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Like She’s Mine (part nine) - Stiles Stilinski

this part is a little different. it’s a montage of the next year everyone spends together. it’s a lil collab with my boo and the star of the story @celestial-writing

warnings: swearing + quite an abundance of angst

Over the course of time, life seemed to get more into a schedule. Allison began to stay at Scott’s more and more, and Stiles seemed to find permanent residence in the couch. Madi seemed to enjoy his presence, and I myself wasn't going to start complimenting either.

I started working at Lou's Flower Shop again, back to my basics. Taking inventory, helping customers, restocking. Nothing too difficult. Allison usually picked up the same shifts as me anyways, so it wasn't bad at all. Being paid for mostly sitting around and talking to my best friend? Yeah no problems here. Madi usually stayed at the apartment with Stiles, he's been taking night classes rather afternoon ones to work with our schedules.

Most days I would get home as he's walking out the door. I'd make dinner for myself and something soft for Madi. We'd eat and I'd take her for a bath. Then it was bedtime for her and downtime for me. Normally I'd just sit in the sofa, watching tv or reading a book. Stiles would return around ten o'clock and if sleepily tell him goodnight and thank you for watching her today. Then I'd get the blankets for him and usually tuck him in. Sometimes I was on the border of passing out, and he'd tell me that he could do it himself. But I think most of the time he really did like it. It was nothing special really, I pull the blankets over him, kiss is head, and say ‘sweet dreams’. Nothing to crazy there. But it always left him smiling.

The weekends were the best, because we'd just lay around in our pajamas and watch tv. Usually one of us would fall asleep. When I did, I would wake up to find the blankets wrapped around me, and my head on the armrest and legs strewn across Stiles’ lap. It was a comfortable position. When he fell asleep his head either landed in my shoulder or plopped on my lap. But when it was my shoulder I maneuvered him down to lie on my lap because that was more comfortable. I'd run my fingers through his hair gently or draw patterns on his arm and back. The only rules were that you couldn't purposely wake the other, and the one who didn't pass out has to make sure Madi is okay.

When the summer came back to us and Stiles had finished school, we became less tired and our schedules weren't so tight and hectic. I still had the same amount of shifts at Lou’s. I worked four days out of the week, for six hours. Allison worked three of those days at the same time. But with her Scott and Stiles being out of school, and with Lydia being back at Beacon Hills for the summer, we managed a pretty easy babysitting crew. Sundays were our best days. We all got breakfast together, either eating out or at someone’s place. We talked and chilled around, Stiles and Allison fought over Madi while Lydia complained about going to a far away school, as always. Scott didn’t talk a lot about UC Davis, at least not with us. Allison’s told me before that he was doing very well and enjoyed it, which was good. As for me, online college was pretty breezy… I almost felt like a slacker.

“y/n, you’re not a slacker” Allison sighed as I confessed the feeling to her.

“You guys are all going to school, waking up early or getting back late like Stiles, you all work so hard and I feel like I just… don’t”

“So?” Allison replied, quirking a brow as she ate some protein bar that looked like it needed a heap of sugar or chocolate chips packed in it. “y/n, you work so hard. You’re managing having a job, taking those courses, watching Madi, and I’m sure having Stiles around to take care of is a pain in the ass”

“I am not!” Stiles called from the kitchen. “Some nights I do the grocery shopping!”

“So that’s why I never see any fruits around here” Allison muttered.

“I heard that!”

“Anyways, hon, you are a wonderful mother, student, and coworker. I aspire to multitask like you” I smiled at Allison’s kind words, and the feeling disappeared.

For the fourth of July that summer, the gang and I took Madi to see fireworks for the first time. There was a small show at the Preserve. The kind of thing where you bring a big blanket and snacks, then sit and cheer for the bright explosions. I was nervous because I wasn’t sure how she was going to react. They were loud, and I remember being younger how I was afraid of them. She’s only a year and a half of age, would they be scary or pretty to her?

Scott and Allison laid out the blanket on a nice empty patch of grass while Lydia handed out snacks and drinks. No worries. Only waters and sodas. On out Sunday nights together after Madi was a sleep we’d pass around glasses and a bottle of wine, but not usually while my daughter was awake and in the room. Just in case.

“Hey Stiles?” I asked softly as I held Madi at my hip. He turned to look at me, smiling and playing around with her.

“What’s up buttercup?”

“Do you think she’ll like them? The fireworks?” I asked trying to keep my voice down, i didn’t want a big fuss. Stiles pursed his lips as he thought of an answer and my brows cinched together.

“Well, let’s just say if she doesn’t and starts to cry I can just take her back to the jeep and calm her down away from all of the excitement” I smiled lightly at that and nodded.

“Thanks” i told him and he nodded.

“Come on kiddos pick a spot” Scott called. He was sitting on the end, Allison next to him, and Lydia next to her. They all had their own bag of chips and a soda can. Lydia was huge on party planning. I sat next to the strawberry blonde, stretching my legs out and letting Madi sit between them. As we waited she spent most of her time tracing the floral designs on the blanket. Stiles was sat next to me, on the other end of the blanket and here and there one of us would move slightly and our arms would brush together. Being the cheesy person I am it would send sparks through my whole body and goosebumps would raise. But I hid it by playing with Madi and distracting myself. If I was lucky, I wasn’t blushing.

I fucking was of course.

The fireworks show went as perfectly as it could. Madi stared up at them, and made quiet ‘oohs’ and ‘ahs’ as she pointed to the colors. She’d yell “mama mama!” Getting my attention even though I was already contently watching them.

“They’re pretty aren’t they?” I’d ask, ruffling her short and soft strands of hair. She’d just giggle and clap her hands, then go back o staring. This cycled the whole night.

But minutes ticked by and I grew more and more fatigued. Stiles said something to me that I didn’t quite catch, so I leaned over to hear him better. My head bumped his shoulder. Maybe I was too lazy to move, or too out of it to register my own actions, but I nuzzled against him and shut my eyes, letting my head stay there on him. He just smiled a little and rubbed my back as I rested there. I didn’t open my eyes until I felt a small body crawl over me. I peered down seeing Madi making her way onto Stiles’ legs instead. I don’t think he knew I saw this, perhaps he figured I was sleeping. He was caressing her head, her back her arms, and I watched her as she fell asleep against him.

When the show was over and empty bags discarded, I heard a whispered exchange of words. Lydia took Madi from Stiles, cradling her to keep her asleep, and Stiles slid his arms around me. I groaned when I was lifted, and he laughed quietly. I didn’t want him to know I was awake, so i let him carry me back to the parking lot and set me in the Jeep. I fell asleep on the way home that night, and when I woke up in the morning I was in my own bed again.

When Lydia left to go back to school, we all went out to eat for dinner, somewhere nice, and the Sheriff offered to watch Madi for the night. Stiles drove me over with her, both of us dressed up for dinner.

“There’s my favorite kiddo!” Noah said as he opened the door.

“Thanks Da-” The man took Madison from my arms, and Stiles shut his mouth. I giggled softly.

“Oh, you thought I was talking about Madi?” Stiles’ features lifted.

“I knew you wouldn’t forget me pops-”

“y/n, the kid I never had come in I haven’t seen you in a while” I laughed again as Stiles

mouth dropped open. Noah and I talked about how work is, how the summer’s going, and when it was time to leave, Stiles spoke before I could.

“She bathes at seven thirty, and needs to be in bed by eight. If she won’t sleep, she likes the moonlight and there’s two stuffed animals in her bag that she has to sleep with. One blanket usually does the trick, but put the other in there just in case. Also reading to her sometimes helps, or talking at all she likes hearing people talk” Noah nodded, looking to me with a slight smile as I tried to stop my overworking head.

“Glad the mother isn’t the only one who knows all the tricks” Was all he said. My cheeks flushed. “I raised you Stiles, I think I can handle pretty much anything” I laughed again and tugged on Stiles’ sleeve before he could say something witty.

“Thanks again Sheriff” I said as we went back to the doorway.

“Its Noah. Anytime y/n” I smiled and waved goodbye.

“Bye Madi, be good for Mr Stilinski okay?” I said, and Stiles kept playing with her I had to rag him out of the door.

“I can’t believe my own father likes you more than me”

Soon enough we were back to our busy schedules. Though now we were masters at it. December rolled around and the whole apartment was decorated. Allison and I had put lights all around the ceiling, which were always on. She’d gotten a small fake tree that we all decorated. There was mostly just baby stuff, bottles and dolls, with ‘Baby’s First Christmas’ on them. But there was other normal ornaments like snowmen and reindeer.

Christmas Eve everyone came over and we watched all the Christmas classics. Rudolph, Frosty, The Drummer Boy, they were playing on a constant loop on the television. Scott and Allison were curled up in the recliner, Lydia on one end of the sofa, and Stiles Madi and I on the other end. I sat next to the armrest, with Stiles so close Madi sat half on my lap and half on his. When the tv finally was shut off, Allison Scott and Lydia exchanged their goodbye and merry Christmases before heading out into the abnormally cold night. After I’d put Madi to bed, telling her a Christmas story that I proudly knew by heart, I went back to the living room to find Stiles laying on the couch. He let out a groan as he rolled over.

“Stiles..” he looked up to me. “Why don’t you come stay with me tonight?” His brows raised slightly.

“I’m fine out here-”

“No you’re not your back had been terrible to you on that couch”

“No it’s not-”

“Stiles I know it is” I sighed. “Just come stay in bed with me tonight. Besides, it’s Christmas what kind of friend would I be if I made you stay there” He seemed to think about it, and I jerked my head slightly. “Come on” I said softly, and after that he slid off the couch, following me to my room. Strangely enough, he’d only been in here a few times. But I wasn’t often in it as I used to be. I was usually in the living room or kitchen with him. I got into the blankets, and he walked around to the other side of the bed. I patted on the mattress, seeing his hesitation.

“You really don’t mind?” I shook my head, and slowly but surely, he laid next to me. It was quiet for a bit, and I just watched him fiddle with the hem of the blanket. “You’re sure-”

“Yes, Stiles, it’s fine” I said, closing my eyes for a moment. When I opened them he was staring at me, seemingly shamelessly. “If you ask one more time-”

“Merry Christmas” I broke into a smile, rolling over to check the clock. And it was indeed, midnight. My grin only grew as I looked back to him.

“Do you want your present?” I asked in an excited whisper.

“Now?” I nodded, biting my lip and sitting up on the bed. “It’s gonna make the others mad I did mine first-” I shook my head.

“No this one’s separate” I said. “I’ll go get it” I added before speeding out of the room. I got it from it’s hidden spot in the vegetable cabinet, I knew he’d never find it there. When i came back in the room, he sat up, pulling the blankets back. “Here” I said, handing it to him. “Open it” He took the small wrapped box from my hands, and I anxiously pushed my hair behind my ear. Stiles opened up the paper, revealing a plain cardboard box.

“You sure it’s okay I do this now?”

“Yeah go on then” I urged, and he lifted the lid. His eyes widened, and he looked up to me with parted lips. I couldn’t bite back my smile anymore and I held my hands tightly together. “Do you like it?” He answered by reaching forward and hugging me tightly. The key that matched my key ring falling onto the blankets. The key with the number 88 painted in blue nail polish on it. The key to my apartment.

“Yeah, yeah I like it” He said, pulling away from me and picking it up. I grinned a smile of flattery, and again he hugged me. “I like it a lot”

I woke up to him poking my nose and when I finally mustered the willpower to open my eyes, he had that foolish smile on his face. Instantly I realized both of my hands were pressed against his chest.

“It’s Christmas”

Madi’s second birthday went much more smoother than her first. Lydia couldn’t make it down for her party this year, but she sent a present in the mail. I made the cake at home this time, not wanting to go through the chaos at the bakery all over again. But apparently making my own cake brought it’s own craziness.

“STILES!” I screamed when I slipped on flour that might’ve spilled to the floor. He came rushing in, and I could tell he was trying not to laugh at me.

“Alright come on chef” He said, and held out his hands, pulling me up. “We got a cake to make, I’ll help”

“I don’t need help I’ve got this-”

“You clearly need help. Now what next?”

The next ten minutes was us bumping into each other as we poured ingredients into the bowl.

“Stiles! You got sugar all over m-” I sneezed halfway through scolding him. He laughed, coughing as he breathed in the flying powder. “Oh my god it’s all over your hair” I put my hands over my mouth, suppressing giggles.

“I can’t believe you!” He smashed an egg into my chest. Luckily I was wearing an old tee shirt. But I gasped and gave him an angry look. Fear crossed his face the second before I throw a handful of flour at him. I reached for another handful, but he wildly held his hands out. “TRUCE!” He begged, and I smiled wickedly.

“Or what?” Panic crossed his features, but in seconds he’d surged forward, and his arms wrapped around me from the back, lifting me up and I squealed. “Put me down! Put me down!” I screamed, thrashing around.

“Apologize!”

“Never!”

“Well what have I walked in on?” My head shot up to see Allison standing in front of me, holding Madison on her hip. She was staring at us, with my feet lifted off the ground, back pressed into Stiles’ chest and his arms wrapped around my torso. There was sugar and flour all over our faces and hair.

“Uhm” Stiles set me back down, and I gave her a big smile. I tasted the powdery substance in my mouth.

“RIght so I’m gonna pretend that didn’t happen”

“Mama!” Madi smiled big as she exclaimed and reached for me.

“Let’s let mommy get cleaned up okay?” Allison suggested, bouncing Madi and taking her into the other room. Stiles and I exchanged a look, and burst into laughter a few seconds later.

“What is it baby?” I asked Madi as I held the camera up to her, taking a video of her as she opened her presents.

“Puppy!” I giggled as she grabbed happily onto the stuffed dog.

“You loved stuffed animals don’t you sweetheart?” I asked, still taking a video of her as she held it up to my phone.

“Yeah!” Allison was awweing in the background, grabbing Scott’s arm and shaking it. Stiles chuckled from where he sat on the floor in front of the couch.

“Who do you wanna show the puppy to? You wanna show Alli-?”

“Dada!” My head jerked up to her, no longer watching through the phone screen. Allison’s gaze snapped to me, and I shakily tapped the screen, ending the video. She was giggling, and began crawling around. I was staring at Allison with wide concerned eyes. SHe couldn’t have possibly meant Theo, that’s ridiculous. How… no… no that was crazy.

“Alright Mads how about I take you to bed-” Allison stopped when Madi plopped herself into Stiles’ lap.

“Dada!”

“ALRIGHT TIME FOR BED” Allison clapped her hands, and scooped up Madison before anything could be said. She whisked the girl out of the room and I heard the door to the nursery shut loudly.

“y/n-”

I got up and walked into the kitchen before Stiles could finish. I needed to think. No.. no thinking was bad I needed a drink. Yeah.. yeah a drink. I got down a glass and yanked the cork out of a new bottle of red wine. I poured it, but some spilled on the counter. I groaned, rubbing my face and wishing I could scream. But I yanked out a paper towel to clean it up. Of course a ton of them when I only needed one. Tears sprung in my eyes, and a choked whimper left my lips.

“Hey… hey y/n” I turned to Stiles, and he gave me a gentle expression as he took the towel from my hand and took off the one piece. “What’s wrong?” He asked, wiping my mess off the counter.

“Sh-she she called y-you D-dad” I choked out. “A-and th-that’s great b-but she-she’s not yours” By this point tears were streaming down my face, and Stiles stilled his actions.

“Hey, hey it’s not that bad” He whispered. “It’s not that bad, really she didn’t know”

“Exactly” I whispered, staring down at the floor. “She didn’t know. She just said it how’d she even hear it? Or-or process that-”

“y/n, don’t overthink it, seriously. She’s only two, she’ll learn not to… she’ll learn that that’s not… me” Stiles stepped closer. “She’s only two y/n” I put my face in my hands, and Stiles reached a hand out onto my shoulder. “Come on, come ‘mere” I thumped my head onto his chest, and he chuckled. “I’m sorry y/n”

“No don’t be sorry” I mumbled. I didn’t do anything to hug him back, just had my head pressed against his shirt. “It’s not your fault” His hands rubbed my back.

“I’m still sorry you’re going through it” He said softly, and his chin propped up on my head. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just pulled out of his hold.

“I should go check on her” I said softly, and he nodded.

“Okay” I left the room and went into the nursery, quickly wiping my eyes.

“Oh thank god” Allison said. She was bouncing Madi on her hip. “She just won’t sleep” I giggled softly.

“Awe, come here sweetheart” I said, taking Madi and holding her close to me. “Mommy’s tired, you want to sleep?” Madi nodded, and I smiled softly. “Okay, come on” I hummed taking her over to her crib. “You want all your animals?” I asked, holding onto her new dog. She nodded, and I plopped all her animals in one by one. I saw Allison out of the corner of my eye, shuffle up next to me.

“So, what’d you and Stiles talk about?”

“Allison I don’t know if I wanna talk about that” I mumbled, and she nodded.

“I understand” She responded. “But when you’re ready…”

“I know. You’ll be the first I come to” I assured, stroking my thumb gently over Madi’s forehead to calm her to sleep. Allison smiled at me and leaned up to kiss my cheek.

“I’m going to go home with Scott” She said, and I nodded. “I’ll see you at Lou’s for the morning shift” I nodded again, and watched her leave the room. I sighed and looked down at the crib, then walked over to the rocking chair, plopping down with a sigh.

“Oh Madi what am I going to do?”

I warned you. just saying.

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Damages. (part 4)

Close RP Part 1 / 2 / 3

April’s POV

Long? The single word is an understatement to what I’ve been put through over the last few weeks yet today, as a whole, the term seeming fitting. Chuckling at the suggestion, I keep my lips tightly sealed apart from the shots of mid and high shelf liquors that keep being placed in from of me, occasionally adding in comments for conversation. It’s the suggestive tone of voice and offer made by my spur of the moment drinking buddy which gets the better of me.

Do I want to get out of here? Yes. Am I looking for an excuse to unwind? Definitely. Could this stranger be the key? Absolutely.

Tossing the bartender who has been attentive to us all night a rather healthy tip, my hand skims past the strangers own and our fingers lock and link in as I tug him gently in the direction I’m planning to go. My boss may be considered the best lawyer in the city, but I am the best closer - whether it be in court or socially.

Eventually exchanging names along with suggestions of what we should do and where we should go, it doesn’t take long to decide upon home - my place - and settle into the back of a cab, hands skimming each other like frisky teenagers as a few reserved kisses are shared. 18 minutes later and a steep clamber into a lift and down the corridor to my apartment front door, once there - the fumbling of keys as the alcohol I’ve had far too much of catches up with me.

“Whether you’re in my bed or gone tomorrow morning, I don’t particularly care but right now, it’d be nice if you helped me forget about my day. Even better if you make me forget my name.”

Will’s POV

It’s a quiet drink shared between Noah and myself late at night that has been a long time coming, yet doesn’t feel as if it should be. Taking a sip of brandy, I kick my feet up from where I’m sitting on the couch and let out a long, deep sigh as Noah begins to talk as if knowing that this quirk of mine demands conversation.

“Are you sure about your knew hire?”

Scoffing back a laugh, I shake my head, take another sip of brandy and wonder if a cigar could do the trick. Noah can’t be serious - a question like this? After what he knows about thus far? Give me a break.

“I’m sure about everything I do.”

The comment comes out more conceited than confident although this doesn’t particularly bother me - William Meyers does as he pleases and makes choices that benefit him and him alone.

“I know you’re speaking as my reasonable conscious but there’s no need to worry. I’m looking out for not only the firms best interests yet also my own with this hiring. Scottie King isn’t going to get the best of me - but I’ll definitely get the best of her from having her work with me and by getting beneath her skin.”

Kyle’s POV

After a long night of body grinding one another between sheets and multiple earth shuddering orgasm comes the weekend which I have not had the luxury to enjoy in weeks. Waking up in someone’s apartment is new but her well equipped kitchen this perfect for a morning after breakfast.

Taking a peek outside to welcome by lovely sunshine without a single cloud in the sky, my lips curl into a small smile at the sight of sleeping beauty. A soft kiss on her forehead and tray down to the side, it’s another peak on her shoulder blade and a whisper of good morning and breakfast’s ready before our eyes meet once again.

Scottie’s POV

Kyle didn’t come home- that’s a first. No matter how busy work is, he’d always come home whether it’s a quick shower or cat nap or take out dinner; he would always come home. Well aware of his past and reasons but at times still uncertain at his stubbornness, with a big stretch in attempt to ease my back pain after a night on the couch, I pick up my dying phone and see a calendar reminder pop up for 5 o'clock tonight.

Randomly choosing a sweater dress and boots as outfit of the day, I have a few hours to spare before the party is due. Instead of going through my contact and search for company, the temptation of some precious alone time is too good to ignore- let’s face it, with how demanding Will Meyers seems to be, this is probably my last weekend till the day I die (or quit). So starting my day at a bookstore and favorite cafe, it’s time to see if I need a date for tonight’s event.

“Hey, are you in town for the retirement party tonight? Kyle and I aren’t on talking terms right now…. I’m starting at a new firm on Monday, he’s not taking it well. Anyway, let me know if we’d go together cuz I don’t have a date :( ”

Text sent to a longtime friend and ready to continue my day, the pair of leather shoes come in sight and steal my attention away. Looking up to see a face I’m not supposed to see till next week. “Oh hi.”

Will’s POV

“Oh hi.”

It’s not the most impressive of conversation starters that I’ve ever heard or had thrown in my general direction by the obsolete, the dismissive and the dismal general public but it’s enough to earn a smirk across my face and a few measly efforts for trying. Placing the novel that I was browsing through back on the shelf; bind side in because it’s only fair that the clerks in this store have a little work made for them, I sink my hands deep into the pockets of my coat and quarter turn to spin and face Scottie King. Who would have presumed that the universe would find a way to bring the two of us together before 8am Monday.

“I hardly recognised you there in that ensemble Ms King; now wouldn’t that have been a shame?”

If you’re going to be taken seriously in any situation you walk into; it’s important to dress the part, act the part and most significantly be the part. Pulling my wallet out of my back pocket and a book off the shelf which had earlier caught my eye, I slip a twenty into its front cover and hand it over, the title of ‘how to lose friends and infuriate people’ facing my newest employee.

“Some light reading for you over the weekend. It’s a personal favourite. Perhaps when you finish it we could discuss the books meaning and share enlightenment.” A buzzing sound goes off in my pocket and I check my phone to see a text from a client who is less than thrilled from the news that I gave him last night, although I don’t plan on responding to this until at least Tuesday morning – make a prick sweat a little.

“Enjoy your last weekend off Ms King – and perhaps find something a little more professional to wear to the office before I see you next.”

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