Ollie Writes the Things

Semi-Selective Multi-Muse Roleplayer 38 Years Old * He/Them * Freelance Writer Under Construction

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I Spoke to the Devil

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She had just managed to stroke his cock a few more times before he was pulling her up and laying her down on the bed. Savannah went, eager for what was in store, so eager that she was already begging and it felt like they had just started. She couldn’t seem to wait, to take her time, she was desperate for Declan and she could see he was just as desperate for her. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he kissed down her body while removing the rest of her clothing and she let herself relax against the warm sheets below her as her anticipation grew the lower he went along her body.

Goosebumps pricked at her body at his words, the promise of him fucking her and the anticipation of what was next to come had a shiver going down her spine and she wondered if any words had ever given her that type of reaction. She could feel a dampness between her thighs as he pulled off her panties, and the sparks that she felt every time his skin connected with her own only added to her arousal as he began to tease her.

She gripped tight to the sheets below her, crumpling them in her hands as her breathing quickened ever so slightly. “Oh fuck,” She moaned out as she felt his finger sink into her wet cunt. “Declan,” Savannah whimpered out his name as the feel of his fingers pushing into her slowly had her trembling. Declan had her moaning and whimpering within just a few moments when for others it took time. She had never been so wet, never been so desperate. She knew deep down that it was because it was him. No one else would ever be able to make her feel this intensely with just a few touches and kisses shared.

“Declan, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck-” She cried out as the overwhelming sensation of Declan’s mouth on her clit made her back arch and her body press into his mouth. She let out a breathless laugh at the intense pleasure that he was giving her. She felt bad that she hadn’t taken more time to give him the same amount of pleasure before she was begging for his cock when he was providing her with so much. She made a small note to make it up to him in the morning before her mind went blank again.

The slow pump of his fingers was driving her mad, and her voice was growing louder with each passing minute that his mouth was ravishing her cunt. “You’ll make me cum,” She managed to choke out, her hand reaching down to tangle into his dark locks. Her breathing quickened as she felt a hot coil in her stomach begin as she was unable to hold back her moaning as her whole body began to heat up. She couldn’t even warn him before she reached climax with a loud cry, her body trembling and hips rocking into his face as her juices covered his lips and fingers.

This man really took the quote ‘Eat it like you mean it’ to heart and Savannah appreciated it wholeheartedly. “Fuck,” She panted out as her body finally relaxed against the bed and she took a second to take a few deep breaths before she was pulling him up to her to press a kiss against his warm mouth, moaning into the kiss as she pulled him flush against her. “C’mere…” She mumbled and rolled so that he was pressed against the sheets once again and she was over him.

She made quick work to push the clothing that was hanging onto him off completely before she was straddling him, grinding her pussy down over Declan’s dick in teasing circles while leaning over him, deep green hues looking into his dark brown ones. “Tell me how much you want me,” Savannah spoke, one hand resting against his chest as leverage as she managed to angle her body so she slowly slid down his cock, enveloping him into her warm cunt as she moaned and slowly rocked her hips. “Because I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you..”

Every time she moaned his name, Declan felt his arousal building and his body lighting up with sparks. It was like he was in a dream where everything he could have ever wanted was happening at full speed. All he could focus on was filling her up with his fingers and keeping his mouth latched to her clit, his tongue darting against the sensitive nub over and over again. His free hand roamed along her thighs, taking in the feel of her skin under his calloused fingertips.

At her admission that he was going to make her cum, he redoubled his efforts, fucking into her harder. His other hand reached to tweak her nipple as he sucked on her clit and waited for the explosion of her against his face. Declan was hardly sex averse, but it had never been like this. The taste of her as she cried out over and over again had him rock hard and he couldn’t help bucking his hips as he made her scream in his bed.

“Fuck,” Declan managed to spit out after her orgasm ripped through her, his head wrapped between her thighs as he pulled out his fingers and let himself be pulled onto the bed. He nodded at her words and let her press him up against the sheets, staring up into her eyes. “Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he said, unable to stop himself from the obvious. There were a thousand things he wanted to say beyond that, but he stopped himself. It wouldn’t be fair.

As Declan’s clothes were tossed out of the way, he lay naked on the bed, his erection jutting into the air and his mouth making a crooked grin. He pushed away the need to touch himself and stared up at Savannah as she spoke. When he’d taken in the words, it was all he could do not to immediately scream out how much he wanted her. How he’d never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her right now and how he was sure he would never want anyone else this much again after it was over.

He bit his lip as her hand wrapped around his cock and she slowly slipped it inside of her, the warmness making him groan into the darkness. “Sav, I want you,” he started, trying to think of the right words to say as her body moved against his. He was aching to roll them over and fuck her hard into the mattress, but the temptation was just as sweet, and damn did she look good on top of him.

“I want you,” he said one more time, reaching up to tug on her hair. “I want this,” he said, hands reaching to run over her breasts as she rocked against him. “And I want this,” he continued, fingers sliding down her stomach and to her clit, still covered in his saliva and her own juices. “There’s no possible way you could want me as much as I want you,” he admitted.

With that out of the way, Declan shifted their position and rolled Savannah to the bed. “I want to fuck you so hard that you remember this night for the rest of your life. So you think about me when you’re alone and can’t help but want me again. Maybe that’s greedy, but that’s how much I want you, too.” Declan’s words ended and he pushed inside of her hard, trying to fill her up and keep every second of this in his memory.

He kept up a rhythm but let his hands roam her body, wanting to remember every inch of her for later. This might not be something they could repeat but it could be something he held onto. “I’m going to make you scream my name,” he continued, slamming into her hard while his cock pulsed in anticipation of the orgasm to come. “I’ve always wanted to,” he admitted and then he went quiet, leaning in to kiss her just as hard as he was plowing into her. He never wanted it to end.

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Detention Blues || Marstonov

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“Yeah, he is a prick. Also a fucking creep but…” Valor gave a shrug of his shoulders and chuckled. Yeah, Valor was sure he made Stein jealous. Stein was bitter, wanting to relive his glory days by coming back to work at the school he graduated and wasn’t prepared for the fact that he was no longer the cool jock. He was now an English teacher and that was his choice. Guess he didn’t want to give the jocks the free rides he was provided and instead graded the jocks even harder than the other students. “Doubt he’s jealous of me and more of the glorious life of a jock.” He managed to smooth it out. He wasn’t the type to let himself get wrapped up in himself and if he did it was for the amusement of others.

He couldn’t help shaking his head, “Nah. What’s there to be scared of?” Valor teased as he looked around at everyone, “Just some misunderstood kids no one gives a shit enough about to put time in to see the potential..” Valor wasn’t saying it to be mean. He wasn’t even saying it in a bad way. It was just something that he always saw. People who had potential but no one to give a shit enough to push them to live out their potential. A waste in his eyes if he was honest enough about it. “Some may have sharp things but what’s a little risk?” He teased with a crooked grin at the mention of Luca’s knife that he’d had.

“I get the reason.” Valor clarified without going further into the details. Everyone was different but from how Luca sounded he could imagine shit was rough. How rough? He didn’t know. But rough enough to prefer detention every day to avoid being home. Look pretty perfect from where I’m sitting. “You’re full of it.” He couldn’t help laughing. But those words had sent a shiver down his spine and he was left wondering if Luca did think so or if he simply was saying it to get a reaction out of him.

He watched the other run his fingers through his hair, the way he was so calm. His movements fluid. When one looked at Luca they saw someone drop-dead gorgeous. Everyone knew that. But when they got close enough to talk to Luca it caused everyone to run in other directions from what Valor could see. He figured he wouldn’t let the rebel run him off so easily. “You know that saying when you assume you make an ass out of you.” He joked as he reached over to his desk and started to tap his pencil a bit and looked at his long-forgotten English homework.

“Alright.” No hesitation. Valor stood up, dropping the pencil back onto the desk and walked over to the other. “Let’s go.” Why was he willing to risk getting in trouble and another day of detention for this tall, handsome delinquent he wasn’t sure. He just knew that he wanted to see whatever it was he wanted to show him. Whether that be robbing him at knifepoint or showing him some dead animals the other had mutilated.

Valor followed Luca out of the classroom and glanced around as the two walked before he looked up at the slightly taller young man. “I’m surprised you aren’t more wary of what your buddies will say about hanging out with a jock. Isn’t that like rebel rule number one? Don’t befriend the jocks?”

Luca just shrugged at Valor’s assessment of Stein. Either way, it meant the other male was stuck in here with all the delinquents and their bullshit. Normally, he would find it funny but something about this guy was different. He was like a breath of fresh air in a place that normally reeked of cigarette smoke and microwaved fish. Luca cocked an eyebrow when Valor said he wasn’t scared. He wasn’t sure whether to believe him or not.

“Sure, we’re all just misunderstood,” he spouted, considering whether Valor was closer to the truth than Luca wanted to admit. “Not sure about the potential around here,” he said, letting his eyes light on some of his friends. He knew half of them would never leave this town if they ever ended up graduating. Hell, maybe Luca would be in that group. He wasn’t offended by the comment, but it made him think and that was something his usual posse didn’t often do. “But maybe you’re right. Nobody really gives a shit what happens to any of us.”

Luca smiled back when Valor mentioned risk, reaching up to run his hand through his short hair and then placing his eyes back on Valor’s. “I like the way you think,” he admitted, because it was undoubtedly something that he didn’t expect the other male to say. It seemed his boredom and curiosity about the other male was proving to make the day more interesting than he had expected.

“Wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true,” Luca replied, but he smiled too, since the last thing he wanted was to look desperate. Keeping the kid on his toes was more than enough to amuse him. It wasn’t as if he expected Mr. Jock to want to snog him in the janitor’s closet down the hall. Although, he also wasn’t sure that he’d be entirely opposed to the situation if it were to happen. It didn’t matter. He was antsy now and just wanted to take the conversation elsewhere.

It was still surprising when Valor agreed to follow him, but he perked up when he did. “You’re just full of surprises,” he admitted as he got up from his seat and started to stride toward the front door of the classroom. He looked over at Dorian and gave him a wink, “Keep them in check, I’ll be back when I’m back.” His attention went back to Valor as he opened the door and let the football player step out into the hallway.

He followed behind him, laughing at the comment he made. “The only rebel rule is that you can get away with whatever the fuck you want,” he said, motioning toward a side hallway where they were less likely to run into any teachers who would drag them back to detention. “And today, I want to learn what makes Valor Marsden tick.” He admitted it, although he wasn’t sure he should have said it out loud.

As they passed through hallways and went further into the school, Luca gave directions, but they walked in comfortable silence for the most part. “Ever been on the roof?” he asked, letting his eyes pass over Valor as he paused near a locked door that led to it. After hearing his answer, Luca tucked his hand into his pocket and pulled out a key. He shoved it in the lock and turned it until it clicked before motioning for Valor to move on. Luca slammed the door behind them and started to climb the stairs to his small area of solace away from the bullshit of school.

The roof came into view, mainly nothing special but there were a few chairs scattered around and a plant or two that Alexandra had insisted on bringing up. “What do you think? Pretty cool, right?” he said with pride. Sure, it wasn’t like Luca owned the place, but it was somewhere he had access to that most didn’t. He pulled another smoke out of his pack and lit up, wondering exactly what the fuck he was doing and what consequences it was going to have when his friends found out about it.

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Run Girl, Run || Sam & Tucker

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Sam could agree that the caravan had mostly good people. Mostly. There were a few she’d had problems in whether because of her attitude or simply their lack of patience but for the most part she liked being in a large group. Stayed protected from all sides that way and a better chance at survival. Especially if you kept everyone at arms length. “Yeah, for a ragtag group they aren’t too shabby.” Sam had replied. She liked Tristan, she respected Wren, she respected what the two of them created. She couldn’t complain much about it really. “You couldn’t even carry me. Pretty sure your back would collapse and you’d be laying on the floor like those life alert commercials.” But when he challenged her she considered it before he bolted up the stairs and she was right on his heels, her legs were quick, she had stamina, but she could tell that so did the older gentleman that had taken the league. “Sure you should be running? Pretty sure you’re gonna have a heart attack!” She called to him as she started to slowly catch up by the third floor but was still two steps behind him. Upon reaching the fourth floor she panted as the race ended and narrowed her eyes at him. “Alright so you still got some dust pumping in those veins…least I know you can keep up.” Sam couldn’t help the smile that flashed across her face as she opened the door and peeked around corners before she started to quietly walk down the hall.

“Not gonna get much better than a ragtag group anymore, I fear,” Tucker admitted. Hell, he was still surprised a group like this even existed. Most of the groups he’d heard about had fallen apart due to stupid drama and in-group fighting. He hoped that this would be the exception, but he was always ready to cut loose and bail if things started to go the wrong way. It was a point of survival in the world they lived in, nothing personal.

He rolled his eyes at her comment and they started to run, the younger girl keeping up at a pretty good clip. She had a mouth on her but that wasn’t anything that bothered him. He had a mouth on himself too when the occasion arose. “Is that why I feel pain radiating down from my shoulder?” he asked, doing his best to look like he was afraid before he began to laugh. It wasn’t the smartest thing to do if creepers were near but fuck it. They could handle it if something went wrong.

The two quieted down again after she admitted he wasn’t completely old and useless, and they stepped into the hallway. He tried to home in on anything amiss in the area but heard nothing that would make him worried. However, there was just a feeling in the air that told him trouble was waiting on them and that did make him swallow hard.

Not wanting to make any unnecessary noise, he pointed down the hall in one direction and shook his head. He nodded in the other direction and went that way, quietly peeking into doorways and hoping it was just his brain acting up. He knew the pharmacy was the other way, but he wanted to work up to it, in case shit was going to hit the fan. Besides, maybe they’d find something important in a room that was unexpected.

He stepped into one of the empty rooms and looked around, whispering to her when she joined him. “Bad feeling about the pharmacy,” he admitted, rummaging through some of the things in the room while being as quiet as he could be. “Sure you’re up for this? Could be nothing but usually - it’s something.”

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Ash and Dust || Colee & Noah

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Colee had seen tons in her time of running around, protecting herself and her family from zombies. She felt like she’d seen the worst of people as much as she’d seen the good, though, as time was passing the good was less and less. She knew that she still had to be guarded, she couldn’t ease up just because someone had been kind to her but she wanted to believe that maybe this young man was different than others who had tried to come and fuck her family over.

“It’s easier when your back is protected.” She said honestly, “When you are out in the open creepers can get you anywhere. Here it’s mainly from the front so…at least there is that.” Doesn’t mean they didn’t have casualties. More than half the small town was wiped out, and supplies were limited. Scavenging runs were getting more and more dangerous and they were coming back with fewer supplies. But it was still better than on the road trying to live with creepers and people alike.

She had stopped and turned to look at the sound of the branch, both on their toes it seemed as she too raised her shotgun in the direction but when nothing came from it she glanced at him before turning and leading him to the shack. “Yeah, figured my best bet was to stay here. Plus, family was here and all that.” Colee said simply but upon hearing how the city was she couldn’t help but feel a pang of dread for her older brother and his family. Fear for her niece, not yet two years old and in a world full of danger. “Least you managed to survive all of that honestly. Don’t know if I would have been able to get in or out of the city…:” She knew if she had been left in the city she would have been killed or turned and part of her is relieved she wasn’t and part of her wished she was gone. It would be better than what she was doing now.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t count on tea being in any of the cupboards.” She chuckled and gave a shrug of her shoulders. “It’s worse on the outside. Least you know people will avoid it for that reason.” She offered as encouragement to him before she heard something and turned quickly to look behind him. There was a creeper, a child, he was no bigger than six. His eyes sunken in and skin gray. She hadn’t recognized him and didn’t hesitate to grab her shotgun tight, step in front of Noah’s back and smash the butt of it against the creepers temple, causing it to collapse to the ground before she raised it and smashed it against the creepers head again, the skull cracking open and gray brains leaking onto the floor.

Colee stepped away from the creeper and felt her hands start to shake. She always managed to brush off killing them but imagining the creeper, young and full of life had her a little more disturbed than she would have been but she refused to express that in front of a stranger. “Gotta watch out for the smaller ones, they’re vicious.” She clarified to him before continuing up to the cabin’s front porch and opening the door to a decent, held together cabin. “See, worse on the outside.”

“I appreciate the tips,” Noah replied, meaning every word of it. While he’d spent plenty of time out there among the creepers, it was stupid to assume you had it all figured out. The people who did that – the ones who thought they were fucking badasses who could take on a horde on their own – were usually the same ones who ended up with their brains eaten. “It’s different everywhere, I guess. In the city, they can come from anywhere. Just takes one dumbass making a loud noise and everyone is fucked.”

He hoped he wasn’t stepping out of line being conversational, but it was nice to have someone to talk to. It had been a while since he’d had a normal conversation with someone who seemed to have their shit together. Sure, the woman seemed guarded, but that was smart. He wasn’t about to take offense over it. He could have run into someone who had refused to help him and he’d be in an entirely different situation right now.

“Sounds like you made the right choice and I’m sure your family is the better for it,” he replied, wondering what this family she spoke of consisted of. A mother? A brother? A husband? It was idle curiosity and he didn’t want to push but he wondered what her world looked like. “The city isn’t worth trying to survive in,” he replied quickly, although she seemed to have determined that on her own. He wasn’t sure why he felt protective of her, but he assumed it was because she’d been friendly to him when she didn’t have to be. “It’s a fucking mess out there and you can’t trust anyone.”

He knew saying that also meant she couldn’t trust him but they both knew that about each other. Although, Noah had dropped his guard a bit since she’d patched him up. And Colee was leading him presumably to somewhere safe, so maybe there was a touch of mutual trust – even if it was only tentative. “Good thing I’m a coffee drinker,” he joked when she mentioned the tea. “But seriously, I appreciate the help. I have some supplies in my bag and I’m sure I can scavenge for what I don’t.”

“I mean, unless you’d rather I not do that,” he said quickly, hoping he wasn’t stepping on toes. “You clearly have a foothold here and I don’t want to make things any harder than they have to be. I can clear out in a few days when I’m sure the infection hasn’t spread and get out of your hair if you prefer the place to yourself.”

Before she could answer, he heard the same noise she did and spun around. He watched as she sprung into action immediately and took care of the situation as if it was nothing. “Damn,” he spouted, “Looks like you’re pretty good at taking care of yourself.” It was a stupid statement, but he was impressed. Not everyone had it in them to do the hard stuff, especially when that involved braining what looked like a small child.

“Roger that,” he said, shooting her a short smile as he followed behind her to the cabin. It did look like it was going to fall apart but once she opened the door, he could tell it was just cosmetic. He’d be okay here, at least for a little while. “Looks great,” he admitted, happy that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed from outside. “You can come in and chat if you want,” he said, “But if you want to get back to your own place, I won’t take any offense. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I owe you one.”

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Flashback Blues || Luca & Valor

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Transferring to a new city and adjusting to a new high school had been easy enough for the dirty blonde. His mothers had been uprooting and moving their family all over the globe since he was ten years old. Not that Valor ever minded. What was making him nervous was the fact that this was the city that his parents had decided to settle down in. Now he was going to be able to make connections that lasted longer than a year or two, and it was terrifying and exciting all at once. Real friends, real relationships.

Valor walked over to his locker and fiddled with it, opening it up and slipping his English and History books into his locker then grabbing his Chemistry book for the next class. He didn’t mind the repetition of school as it was the one constant in a world of uncertainty. He was thinking of how he had football practice after school and dreading it. He did enjoy the sport but he just wasn’t feeling it that day, his head too far in the clouds about the now expectation of making lasting friends at the school had taken him for a loop.

He had just reached to close the locker door when he heard someone behind him clear their throat. He turned toward the noise only to look up into the familiar but changed face of a long lost friend. A long lost….something. “Luca?” Valor blurted out in surprise, ice blue eyes widening in surprise at the sight of the young man in front of him. He would know that face anywhere. He’d know it in a crowd, he’d know it on the street. The face of his first kiss.

He stumbled over his words for just a second, unable to really think of anything to say other than, “You go to this school..?” Once the words stumbled out though he wanted to kick himself in the ass. “Of course you do, that was stupid of me.” He groaned but quickly recovered, “I-I haven’t seen you since-…shit that vacation in winter. With the snowman and…yeah…” He rattled on, a bright smile relacing his surprised expression. “How have you been? It’s been such a long time.”

Luca tried to push away the uneasy feeling that felt like it had settled in his bones. With an upbringing that focused on showing no emotion, that was hard when it felt like a dozen of them were hitting him like a truck. Confusion because he’d never thought he’d been in this situation. Fear because fuck knew having Valor around was going to make it hard for him to keep up his normal façade. Desire because – well, it was the first boy he’d ever kissed. The last one too if he was being honest about things.

There were other feelings in between those but he didn’t have time to categorize them all because blue eyes were on his and it was like the whole world fell away. He felt like he was ten years old again and it was surprisingly welcome. It was also extremely fucking dangerous. He hadn’t managed to say anything back to Valor, he was just staring at him as if he’d seen a ghost and maybe he had. The ghost of a life that he thought he could have had once when he was young and innocent.

“Valor,” he finally said back, the name feeling comfortable on his tongue. Luca chewed on his cheek as he considered what to say – what to do – how to handle this. He knew exactly what he wanted to do, but he also knew that kissing some kid he’d known for a week as a child was a bit ridiculous. They were both different people now. They’d never spoken again, and Luca had assumed it would continue that way. “I do go to this school,” he admitted since it was at least something to say.

“I guess you go here too now,” he blurted out, a statement that was so stupid he nearly blushed. He had to get himself together, but he wasn’t sure how. “Is – uhm – is today your first day here?” he asked, trying to be nonchalant. He knew his friends were waiting and would begin to wonder where he was but he didn’t want this moment to pass so quickly.

And then without thinking about it, Luca’s mouth opened again and the words that came out were nearly unconscious. “It’s good to see you again,” he admitted, cursing himself for admitting it even as he continued to ramble, something that wasn’t characteristic for him. “I – well – “ he tried to start again, looking back into those blue eyes and feeling that same spark, “I’ve always wondered where you ended up. What you were doing.” He pulled his gaze away then to stare intently as his boots.

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Devil on My Shoulders || Wren & Harlowe

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Harlowe couldn’t help chuckling at her comparison. “If I’m Pretty Boy Floyd does that make you Baby Face Nelson?” She teased the other woman with a quirked eyebrow and a smug smile. The dynamic between the two was perfect. Harlowe was impulsive, quick-tempered and, stubborn, while Wren was cool, collected, and calculating. They meshed perfectly and it showed in their skill of robbing banks without ever getting caught. “You’re right,” Harlowe agreed before her words were caught in her throat at the feel of a hand sliding up her thigh. The warmth of Wren’s hand was distracting but she couldn’t help the predatory smile from gracing her features.

“You read my mind baby.” She hummed as she glanced away from the road to lean toward Wren and place a lingering kiss against her luscious lips. “First shitty hotel we come across I’m stopping.” She promised as she turned her attention back to the road. “Better not distract me or I’ll end up crashing the car she chuckled, glancing down at the hand inching up her skirt and back at the road though she made no move to stop Wren if she decided to slide her hands where Harlowe was longing for her touch.

It was only a few more miles before a Motel 8 sign came up, signaling the next exit it would be located and Harlowe felt her foot press further onto the gas in order to get them there quicker. She bit her lip in anticipation as she exited the freeway and pulled into the hotel parking lot. Once the car was in park she took Wren’s face in her hands and pulled her close so she could crash her lips against the other woman’s, tongue dancing with the others while her hands started to explore every part of Wren, reaching back and under her to squeeze at her ass before she slowly pulled away. “I’m going to fuck you till you can’t think straight.” She promised, pecking Wren’s lips with a chaste kiss before she slid out of the car. “Get the bags and I’ll get the room.” She winked as she walked into the office in order to do a quick check-in, her hips swaying and skirt ruffling as she walked.

Wren grinned when Harlowe laughed at the comparison, “Sure. I’ll be whoever you want me to be right now.” It came out as a joke, but it was truer than Wren would ever admit. There was something about this blonde haired, wild girl that completely undid her. Maybe it was the fact that she was achingly beautiful, maybe it had to do with the fact that she could rob a bank blindfolded, or maybe it was just that she was the kind of girl you would never pin down for long. Whatever it was, Wren was into it, especially after the two had run off with enough cash to take them anywhere they wanted for a few months.

At the comment about crashing the car, Wren blushed deeply and left her hand sitting against the other woman’s thigh but made no move to press it where she wanted it to go. “Better drive faster then, because I’m not sure how much longer I can go without your taste on my lips.” They both knew what was next and they were both practically screaming for it, but Wren was the more cool-headed of the two and left it at that. Maybe Harlowe couldn’t be pinned down forever, but for now, she was Wren’s and she wanted to soak that up as long as possible.

When they pulled up to the trashy hotel, she fell into Harlowe’s arms and kissed her back with all the fervor she could muster. “Promises, promises,” she teased, although she knew Harlowe was never kidding when it came to taking her apart. She could feel herself getting wet as she grabbed the bags from the backseat and waited for her partner in crime to come back. Wren knew she was in over her head but riding this out was the only thing that seemed to matter anymore. It was crazy what a hold the other woman had over her – and how much she didn’t mind it.

When Harlowe had the room settled, the two made their way to the motel door and unlocked it. Wren dropped the bags at the end of the bed and went in for another kiss, her tongue slipping past Harlowe’s lips to show how she was aching for her. She pulled the woman to the bed, falling onto the soft mattress and bringing Harlowe with her. “Fuck, Harlowe,” she said with a moan, “I thought we were never going to get here.” She started to tear at her own clothes, wanting to be naked and screaming under the other woman.

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Southside Trash || Dallin & Carl

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Flattery already, she’d heard the Gallagher siblings were all wild, impulsive, and very charming when they want to be. “My name is Dallin Novak,” She answered with a tilt of her head, long ginger hair falling over her shoulder as she did. “Just moved here from East Side actually.” She tapped the end of her cigarette while she spoke, also flashing a smile at the young man. 

Dallin took another inhale of her cigarette and blew the smoke out as she talked, “I’ve really been enjoying the school since moving,” Her tone dripped with sarcasm as she looked up at him, “Such upstanding teachers. Mr. Myers really has a thing for…standing close to the girls doesn’t he…” She muttered with a shake of her head.

Dallin shrugged her shoulders a bit before she placed her cigarette in her mouth again and took an inhale, “So what is there to do for fun around here? I haven’t exactly been able to explore the city.” She asked while tapping her boot against the bricked wall to a rhythm. “Or are East Side and South Side the same in the boring sense?”

“Cool,” Carl said as the girl shared her name with him. He wasn’t sure what to think about her just yet, but anything that changed up his day and made it a little more exciting was fine by him. “East side, huh?” he said, taking a drag off of his smoke and taking in the girl’s features a bit more closely. “Like suburbia east side or gangs on the street corners waiting to jack you east side?” he asked, leaning back against the building to get more comfortable.

“Mr. Myers is a fucking joke,” Carl responded, it was hardly uncommon knowledge that he had a thing for the young girls in this class. “You want me to take care of his bullshit for you?” he asked, shooting her another patented Gallagher grin. He had no idea what the plan would be if her answer was yes, but the asshole had it coming one way or another anyway. He might as well be the one to stop the bullshit that had been going on for years.

Carl blew smoke out of his nose as he considered the question. “Kinda depends on what you think of as fun,” he admitted, “But pretty much anywhere is better than this shithole.” He looked her over again and decided he liked her, at least for now. Maybe running around with someone who wasn’t part of his old life would make him feel something again.

“I tell you what,” he said, taking another drag off his smoke and looking over at the entrance to the school to be sure they weren’t both about to be caught out of class. “I can show you around the neighborhood if you’re down to play a little hooky. Show you the places that are worth hanging out and where you should stay the fuck away from. What do you say?”

He took the smoke, already half down to the butt, and smashed it into the brick exterior of the building and let it fall to the ground. “You got a car or are you cool hopping the subway stile?” he asked, smiling again. “I’m broke but doesn’t mean we can’t find something fun to do.” Already he could feel a piece of himself getting excited about the adventure, even if he had no idea where the day was going to take him.

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Reflection of Desire || Wren & Colee

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Colee chuckled and nodded in agreement at Wren’s words. The boys always sounded better when there wasn’t girls buying them drinks, drowning them in liquid courage until they were a drunken mess on stage. That’s usually when Colee would take her leave, either with the boys or alone. It all depended on the day and the girl.

You look far from miserable.

Colee wished she could believe that, but she was sure she looked like shit. Still having bloodshot eyes from crying, wearing an old, ripped up band shirt that Harlowe would wear to sleep when she would spend the night. She was a mess, she was miserable, but Wren made her feel like she was still pretty. “Now you’re going to drown me with flattery along with the drinks.” She teased Wren, but her smile showed all the appreciation she couldn’t find words to say out loud. “Thank you…” She managed to simplify her feeling into two words and took a long drink of the beverage in her hand while she tapped at the end of the lit cigarette.

She let out a quiet laugh when the other woman spoke, nodding along with her, “If we weren’t freaks and weirdos, I doubt all of us would get along so well.” Colee confirmed as she blew cigarette smoke out into the air. “I know you can take care of yourself just fine,” She answered while she took a sip of her drink, “But I also know if I see someone try to fuck with you I’ll knock their teeth in. No one messes with my girl.” Colee winked at the bartender as she finished her drink and slid it closer to the edge to make it easier for Wren to grab it in passing.

“I’ll be right here when you get back.” Colee nodded as she placed the cigarette in her mouth, “I don’t plan on going anywhere else the rest of the night.” She muttered and slumped against the bar, inhaling and exhaling the nicotine while she watched Wren set up the drinks to take to the front tables. “Why are blondes such…fucking….stupid, heartbreaking, non-committing assholes…” She managed to mutter out loud, mostly to Wren but also to herself as she thought of the girl that had left her feeling as though she was beaten and left in the gutter. “I mean everyone can be an asshole but blondes seem to like to make a game of it…”

Wren blushed at the comment and turned away, so it wasn’t obvious. Maybe she was laying it on a little thick, but Colee had always deserved more than Harlowe was ever going to give her. A little flattery might make her feel a little better for the night and Wren was more than happy to offer that. She knew what it was like to be discarded by someone she cared about and could have used a few kind words when it was happening. “I suppose you have a point there,” she replied as she filled up glasses of beer, “The freaks have more fun anyway.” 

She brushed back a strand of hair from her face as she spoke, “You’re right. I can take care of myself. But I suppose I won’t complain about a pretty girl willing to break someone’s nose for me,” she said, a tease of a smile on her lips. She grabbed Colee’s glass and placed it in the sink full of suds before hoisting the tray of beers and making her way out from behind the bar. “I’ll be right back,” she said, noting the words that came out of Colee’s mouth as she walked away. 

Wren stepped over to a rowdy table and dropped off the drinks, avoiding stray hands trying to reach for her in their drunken stupor. As she walked back to the bar, she responded to the last thing Colee had said to her. “You know, even if that girl dyed her hair violet, I’m pretty sure she’d still be a heartbreaker.” She filled a glass and pushed it toward the other woman with a sad smile. “I’m not sure she knows how to be anything else.” 

The bartender shrugged as if that was up to interpretation, but Wren had seen enough of Harlowe’s antics to feel pretty confident in her assessment. The girl took everything as a game, and she had a line of broken hearts behind her. She was pretty enough and impulsive enough to do it time and time again. There was always someone new to tear apart and Harlowe was sure to find them. 

Wren watched Colee as the woman drank, taking in her features and the clear despair that was etched across them. It pissed her off. Whether that was because Colee was such a nice girl or because Wren had been crushing on her for months, it didn’t matter. She wanted to make her smile, but she wasn’t sure how to do that or if it was even possible. 

“Finish your drink,” Wren said, realizing that Justin was about to come in and take over bar duties. “We’re going to get you out of here and find something fun to do. Sitting at the bar moping over that bitch is just going to make you feel worse. It’s not happening on my watch,” she finished, leaving Colee without a decision to make on her own.

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I Spoke to the Devil

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His words had excitement rushing through her and she sat up as he undid his belt in order to help, hands unbuttoning jeans and pulling down the zipper. Savannah pulled at the waistband of his boxers until his cock fell out and she gently gripped it. “Already so hard,” She moaned faintly as she began to move her hand up and down on his dick only to release him after and arch up, hands now moving to press him into the sheets underneath her so she was over him. She gripped his jeans and boxers and shimmied them down his thighs just enough so they weren’t in her way. She was bent over him, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the skin of his chest. Her fingers tracing his sides as she slowly moved down his chest.

Her tongue swiped at his nipple as she slid down his body, leaving small marks from gentle bites along it as she neared his open fly. There were goosebumps spreading across her body at the sight of him. He was there, in her reach. She could do anything to him now and he’d be putty in her hands just as equally as he could make her putty in his own and they wouldn’t even have to try hard. Savannah shivered while pressing a kiss on his hip bone while gripping his cock again, moving in order to give his fat head a teasing lick, circling her tongue around it before licking a hot stripe up the back of his shaft. She looked up at him to see his reaction as she let her hot mouth sink down and envelop his cock.

Savannah didn’t ever think that her lack of a gag reflex would ever come in handy more than it did at that moment. She slid almost all the way down his cock and slowly slid back up, eyes fluttering up to look at him as she did so and catch any expressions he would make. It encouraged her to do it again, bobbing her head up and down slowly over his cock while one hand held it firmly at the base and occasionally stroked up to meet her mouth before going back down.

She slid his cock out of her mouth and instead gave him a firm stroke as she spoke, “I need it, please.” Savannah begged as she pressed the flat of her tongue against the side of his dick and licked from the base to the head. “Please, Declan.”

Any semblance of control that Declan felt like he had was out the window when his body collided with Savannah’s. This was unexpected, and he was sure he should be making it stop – but the reality was that he felt utterly unable to do that. What he could do was look up at her with eyes hooded with lust and realize he was probably the luckiest man on earth. Maybe this was a one-time thing that would make everything complicated and weird tomorrow, but her skin felt like silk and the only thing rushing through his head was that he wanted more. He wanted all of her.

Her fingers on his own as he fumbled with the zipper of his jeans sent sparks through his body, and something else hit him at that moment. He’d had sex with numerous girls and a few boys since Savannah had run off with his heart as a teenager, but none of them had made him feel like this. None of them made his skin feel on fire and none of them had made his heart beat so hard that he was sure it was going to come out of his chest. Only her. Always her.

Declan sucked in a deep breath as the girl of his dreams left kisses down his hip bone and started to stroke his leaking erection. “Fuck, Savannah,” he said, a drawl taking over the end of her name when she looked up at him and then took him into her warm, wet mouth. “You feel so good,” he said, unable to think of anything more eloquent to voice. His mind fell away as he reveled in the sensations pulsing through his body and how long he’d been waiting for this exact moment to be a reality.

As his cock was taken fully into her mouth, he closed his eyes and groaned a low noise that seemed to fill the room. The combination of her hands on him and her mouth making him slick was making him come close to explosion and it had only been a few moments. It would have been easy to give in to all those feelings and fill her mouth with his seed, but he held back for two reasons. The first was that he didn’t want the feelings to stop and the second was that he wanted more. Everything. All of her.

When she spoke her need for him, Declan was more than happy to oblige. He questioned reaching into the nightstand for a condom, but first, he wanted to make her feel as good as she had just made him. He wanted to hear her voice get husky and moan out his name. He pulled her up to the bed and pushed her onto her back, grinning down at her. He couldn’t resist leaning in for a short kiss before he began to explore the rest of her body with his mouth. Neck. Shoulder. Breasts. Stomach. Down down down, clothes being removed things progressed.

“I’ll give you what you want,” he admitted as he nuzzled down between her thighs, “But first I want to make you scream.” He winked at her as he found her center and breathed in the scent of her sex. He ran one of his hands to her hip and started to pull at her panties, ripping them down and letting his hands grip her as if to show her how much he needed her to.

Declan’s mouth found her slit, and he ran his tongue down it in a teasing way. One of his fingers found its way to her hole and he rubbed against it before entering. As he started to slowly fuck her, his mouth lapped up her juices until she was moaning above him. Then he jumped in with both feet, his lips wrapping around her clit and sending her to ecstasy. And in that moment he knew he was right. He was the luckiest man there had ever been.

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Southside Trash || Dallin & Carl

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Sneaking out of classes in order to have a quick cigarette was a typical ongoing in the life of Dallin Novak. She lit the end of the short stick and took a deep inhale, slowly letting it exhale as she leaned against the brick building to her high school. She hummed a bit as she considered ditching the rest of the day, not interested in sticking around and living the same boring routine of classes, disgusting teachers drooling after the new female student, and the typical mundane classes.

Nothing was different at southside. She was used to the ghetto, struggling to make ends meet, tons of hussles on the side just to try to keep your family afloat. She was the second eldest of four, her older brother was in college so she was the one trying to keep them going while he was gone. She was exhausted, and school along with homework was just adding to her growing exhaustion.

She took another inhale as she kicked at the concrete with her tan boots before she heard a noise and glanced over at the exit door she was standing near to see a face that she had recognized, but none she ever met properly. “Hey.” She called to the young man as she blew smoke out between her lips. “You’re Gallagher, right? Carl Gallagher?” Dallin asked, “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Being back in public school was enough to make Carl sick. He still couldn’t believe that he’d lost his scholarship for military school – or that he hadn’t managed to make enough dough to get back in on his own. Usually Carl took disappointment in stride, it was something he was used to due to his upbringing. This, though, it stung. He’d finally been good at something and it was ripped out of his hands like it meant nothing.

Skipping out on class was a necessity when he started getting pissed off, since he didn’t really want to end up suspended. Maybe this wasn’t where he was supposed to be, but he wasn’t going to end up back in a position where all he could do was deal drugs for thugs in Cabrini Greens. So he left his class, ignoring the teacher calling after him, and stepped out into the sunshine.

As soon as he did, he felt eyes on him and a voice that pulled him out of his head. “The one and only,” he said, stepping closer to the ginger-haired girl who had spoken to him. “Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?” he asked, pulling a smoke out of his own pocket to join her. “New to town? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.” He shot her a short grin and continued, “And I’d remember if I had.”

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Detention Blues || Marstonov

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Valor was appreciative that someone felt the need to defend him and unsurprisingly didn’t take the comment as offensive. He could tell he didn’t fit in with the group. Everyone else seemed to know each other, see each other on the regular. Then there was Valor, varsity jacket on his chair and homework on his desk. A jock that never got detention before was suddenly there among the misfits of the school. Least he could admit he wasn’t scared or uncomfortable. Just curious.

He shook and released Luca’s hand, sitting back in his chair as he did so and stretching his legs out underneath his desk and crossing them at the ankles. “My English teacher has it out for me.” was the simplest way for him to explain. Mr. Stein was always picking on Valor, even when he did the work and paid attention. He was always calling him out, trying to make a fool out of him. He’s a jock, one would think it was easy but maybe that’s what kept Mr. Stein interested. “Hates that he can’t seem to one-up me so when I snap back I get punished. This week it was detention.”

Valor didn’t mention anything about Luca’s comment on his home. He knew a lot of kids who felt the same way about their homes. Would rather be anywhere but. He just never heard it said as bluntly as that. “Sounds like it would suck, being stuck in a never-ending spiral but I get it.” He shrugged his shoulders and crossed his arms over his chest as he listened to Luca.

“Ah, so they’re all your little lackey’s are they?” He almost teased as he glanced around at a few of the faces there. When Luca turned all his attention to him, he couldn’t help doing the same, turning in his chair so it felt more of a one on one conversation rather than one that many were trying to eavesdrop on. “I’ve got vices, sure. I’m not as perfect as I may look.” Valor sarcastically ran a hand through his dirty blonde locks and gave an exaggerated flutter of his eyelashes. “Though many would argue differently I think.” He joked.

“No my weakness..” He started looking up at Luca, into his eyes. The prettiest shade of blue that Valor had ever seen. His weakness was men with pretty eyes but he wasn’t about to admit that to the other. The other seemed like he might enjoy that revelation too much. “Is a little private. Can’t go around rattling those skeletons now, can we?” He winked.

Luca was far from blind to the way others treated him. He had a reputation and it was something that he kept close to himself at all times. Being who he was had been cultivated over months at this school and it was also why he could have a conversation with this jock without anyone saying a word to his face. His friends might rib him or ask questions after detention was over, but ultimately, Luca Kharitonov was allowed to make his own way, and nobody was going to say shit about it.

“Stein is a prick, anyway,” Luca replied, although he’d barely made it to half a dozen of the teacher’s classes when he’d had them as an instructor. “I’m not surprised he decided to throw you in the dungeon with us. Old man wishes he was still living out his high school fantasy. You probably make him jealous.” The words were true but they were also pushed out in a way that would pump the other male up. “Were you nervous about coming?” he asked, taking another puff off of his cigarette.

“You get it?” he asked, daring the male to say more but not expecting much from it. Nobody knew the hell Luca has to deal with at home and while he was okay tossing out comments that made it clear things were far from okay, that was as close as the boy ever came to opening up. When Valor mentioned looking perfect, Luca took it as his chance to run his ice blue eyes up and down the other male’s body before responding. “Look pretty perfect from where I’m sitting,” he admitted, letting the other decide whether he was flirting or shooting the shit.

He had respect for the fact that the male didn’t come right out and make something up to seem like a badass. Maybe he wasn’t perfect under that exterior of shiny hair, bright eyes, and flawless skin. Luca wanted to know if that was the case but he also wasn’t about to beg for information that the other didn’t want to give to him. He’d just have to use other methods to find out what he wanted. Luca had always been good at that, it was one of the reasons he was who he was and people looked at him the way they looked at him.

“Private I can understand,” he mused, “I have a few of those skeletons rattling around, too.” He reached up to run his fingers through his nearly shorn hair before continuing, “Maybe not the ones that everyone thinks they know.” The male shrugged as he dropped his smoke to the ground, putting it out with his boot. “Do you wanna get out of here?” he asked, almost daring the other male. “Richardson won’t be back for a while. There’s something I want to show you.”

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Detention Blues || Marstonov

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Valor watched the kid almost taunt him as he held his textbook, dangling it just out of reach for him to snatch back but Valor wasn’t worried, not really. He was simply not in the mood to be fucked within such a manner but the kid didn’t seem to be getting the hint. Valor had sighed and was just about to make another remark when a sharp voice came from the guy that had been carving at his desk earlier.

He looked at the kid that the other was referring to, watching as he hesitated before dropping the book back on Valor’s desk, looking back and forth between the two confused before he muttered out an apology and backed off. Valor’s eyebrows raised in surprise but he didn’t say anything against it, instead, he looked back over at the rebel next to him and nodded.

Valor shook the hand that was offered to him, “Thanks,” He appreciated that someone had stepped up for him, even if he knew he’d probably be able to handle the kid he still appreciated the fact that he didn’t have to. Even if it was by threatening with a knife in the others hand. “Valor, Valor Marsden.” He quickly spoke as a crooked grin graced his features.

“Pretty sure you aren’t supposed to smoke in here. Smoke alarms.” Valor pointed directly behind them where a red smoke alarm rested, standing out against the stark white of the classroom. “If not smoke alarms, I don’t think you’d want to be stuck here for another week’s worth of detention, would ya?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“I mean you gotta be tired of seeing Richardson’s face every day. I know I would.” Valor teased, letting his pencil drop onto the desk as he became distracted with the other. He could feel the eyes of other students watching them. The Jock and the Criminal were communicating and it was going…well. An odd sight to behold.

“Sure,” Luca said with a nonchalant air about him as if the whole thing wasn’t a big deal. “You don’t need to deal with their shit. You’re not one of the rest of us,” he said, with a slight shrug. The comment wasn’t meant to be offensive, just honest. The group who was usually in detention had a core with others slipping in and out on occasion due to bad judgment.

“Nice to meet you, Valor,” he spoke, shaking the hand and then letting it go after a couple of pumps. “So, I do have to ask…what brings you here?” He took a puff off of his cigarette and blew it away from the other boy. “Not that you have to share, but I’m willing to admit I’m curious. You aren’t the detention type. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Just interesting is all.”

Luca listened to the comment and shrugged again, reaching up to brush a hand through his shorn locks. “No worse being here than being home,” he said, but he left it at that, not willing to share more about his personal life than that. “You kind of just get used to being here after a while. If you aren’t in deep shit, for one thing, it’s something else.”

“Besides, nobody will say shit about the smoke. Someone else will take the blame,” he said as if that was how things always went. “Do you have any vices, Valor? Skeletons in your closet? Maybe that’s why you’re in this room with the rest of us delinquents?” He sat back down and flipped his chair so the two were facing, ignoring the others watching them.

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Detention Blues || Marstonov

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Detention.

He never got detention.

Valor Marsden had never served detention in all of his educational career, and yet here he was. Sitting in a desk in a familiar classroom, surrounded mostly by strangers. A few familiar faces but the name was a blank when blue eyes landed on them.

He was frustrated. He knew the teacher was just out to get him and that’s why he got detention but it was a ‘his word against mine’ kind of situation that left Valor helpless. People always took the Teacher’s side when it came to these things.

He sighed, tapping his pen in a rapid motion on the desk and staring out the window with a blank expression on his face.

When the door was slammed open Valor’s attention went toward the door, eyes lighting across one of the most notorious rebels in all of Westridge High. His name escaped Valor, but he remembered his face.

Who could forget a face like that? Valor turned his attention away, trying to shake off the unfamiliar feeling rising in the pit of his stomach at the sight of the rebellious male. Instead, his eyes fell forward to Mr. Richardson, listening to his quiet droll as he listed off his rules.

He pulled out his notebook and English book, planning on doing all the extra credit and homework owed for the next two days in order to get the teacher off his ass for at least a few days so he wouldn’t land right back where he was but a noise caught his attention.

The boy he had been watching was doing something at his desk, something quiet, unnoticeable, but had attracted Valor’s attention. He watched him with interest, and when he had glanced up from the desk to lock eyes with Valor he damn near felt his heart stop.

Valor always had a weakness for men with pretty eyes.

He had to snap himself out of it when he noticed the other raise his eyebrow and simply shrugged his shoulder in a nonchalant way before both went about their business. Valor attempting homework and the other doing whatever he was to his desk.

“Alright all of you, stay quiet. I’m going to be back in ten minutes and if I hear any type of noise I’ll make sure you get another week’s worth of detention.” came the threat from Mr. Richardson as he got up and left the room with his shoes squeaking every step of the way. The moment the door was closed everyone was up and moving about, muffled chatter racing around the room.

Valor looked around as everyone began to mingle, and turned his attention toward the male he had been watching. He opened his mouth to speak, say something to him. Anything.

When two others had made their move and began to converse with him instead, cutting off Valor’s opportunity to strike a conversation.

He let out a quiet sigh and turned back to his books, continuing on with his homework and ignoring the noise around him when suddenly his English book was swiped from him.

His head shot up and looked at the person who now held his textbook in their hands. “Hey, can I get that back? I’m actually trying to do some work.” He spoke calmly, leaning back in his seat as the other held his book out of his reach.

“I’m assuming you’re either done with your work or haven’t turned in any type of homework since the school year started, am I right?” he asked with a tilt of his head and a crooked grin flashing upon his face.

Luca smirked as Mr. Richardson left the room, requesting they all be on their best behavior. He knew this song and dance like it was second nature. Normally Luca was immediately in the mood to cause trouble or pick on someone in the room as soon as the door closed but today felt different. His mind was somewhere else.

As soon as he heard a voice come from the male he’d been eying earlier, his head turned as if on a hinge. He pulled his headphones from his ears and tossed them on his desk in warning. “Give him the fucking book back,” Luca immediately snapped, murder flashing in his eyes. “Drop it,” he continued, “Gently. He watched the delinquent without blinking to see if he was going to listen.

“And then I want you to apologize,” Luca decided, throwing it out there as extra shame for the kid who was causing trouble. He stood up as the other male seemed to consider his option, his knife still in his hand. “Nice and easy,” Luca said, as the book fell back onto the jock’s with a thunk.

The kid stepped away, looking like he was about to piss his pants and Luca took it as his cue to speak to the boy with the blue eyes. “Luca,” he said, holding out a hand in offer of shaking his own. He could see unrest in the other students and Zagan shooting him a strange look, but he wasn’t sure he cared.

Every day here was the same and today – well, it wasn’t. And something about that related to the boy who shouldn’t be here. “You got a name?” Luca asked, grabbing a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it, being sure to blow the smoke away from the male’s face.

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Detention Blues || Marstonov

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Luca shoved open the door to the classroom, his battered army green backpack resting on one trench coat covered shoulder as he walked into the room with a purpose. He nodded at a few students he knew as he strode towards a wooden seat in the back of the classroom. As often as the blonde teenager spent afternoons and weekends in detention, the chair practically had his name on it. Maybe it should have his name on it. He dropped his bag and flopped down into the seat, immediately leaning back to take in the room.

Zagan. Dorian. A few kids from Chemistry class. Many students whose names he didn’t know and didn’t care. His eyes took in every single one before coming to rest on a new addition to the motley crew. The kid looked familiar and the letterman jacket on the back of his seat told Luca everything he needed to know. A jock. Probably a fucking asshole. But something about him made Luca attentive, interested, confused. Probably just the fact that there were never jocks in here. God forbid the popular crowd ever have to be punished.

Mr. Richardson sat in the front of the class speaking while Luca closed his eyes and considered the number of hours until he could get outside for a smoke. He’d heard the spiel a thousand times and wasn’t about to pay any attention to it this time. Don’t leave the room. Don’t talk to anyone else. Do your homework. All three rules that Luca had every intention to break as soon as possible. His eyes flit back around the room, resting on the jock from earlier. Luca shook his head and turned away, reaching into his backpack for his iPod. He pulled the headphones out and shoved them into his ears, grabbing a notebook next. As Mr. Richardson went back to grading papers, Luca flipped a pocket knife out of his boot and went to work, carving his name into the desk, using the notebooks as cover.

He knew it wouldn’t be long before the teacher stepped outside. He hated it in the room almost as much as most of the students did. Then the fun could start. And maybe he could manage to smoke a cigarette before he came back. Luca said nothing and continued making headway on the wooden desk, an L making an appearance. He looked up every now and then to see if anyone was paying attention to him, feigning disinterest if the answer was yes.

Except this time there were blue eyes on his own and a look he couldn’t quite unravel. He raised an eyebrow at the jock, waiting for a response of some sort, before turning back to this work. Alkaline Trio played in his ears as he waited for Mr. Richardson to fucking leave. He was already sick of this shit. But it didn’t stop him from looking up again to see if the eyes were still waiting for his.

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Run Girl, Run || Sam & Tucker

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At his little snark back, she couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. He had shown that he was sharp-witted, snarky, it was a nice change from the dull people she’d met. Having the two of them get into little squabbles with each other made her feel more at ease than just a normal conversation. She almost laughed as he went along with her but she managed to bite it back. Sam went quiet when he motioned for her to, only moving forward when he motioned. She also stepped over debris lying around and avoided anything that lay in her path all the while. “I stumbled upon the caravan while leaving the town just west of here.” She answered, peeking into a room before she found a directory. “Figured a camp was better than being on my own and decided to stick around for a while.” She tapped on the spot that said Pharmacy. “C'mon, four floors up. Hopefully your arthritis ridden legs make it that far,” she mentioned as she walked to where the staircase was, quietly pushing it open and holding it open for Tucker to walk through. “Don’t make me end up having to drag you.”

Sam was a fighter, that much was for sure. However, Tucker was also beginning to think that her constant snark was a coping mechanism. That was something that was understandable to him. Anyone who had made it this long in the new world was bound to have a few hang-ups from things they had seen or gone through. It also was nothing new for the veteran, being in situations like this could change people. “Can’t blame you for making that decision,” he admitted honestly, “Caravan might have some idiots in it but for the most part, they’re good folks.” When Sam explained where they were going, Tucker couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the comment. “If anyone is dragging someone up four floors, it’ll be me dragging you, pup.” And at that, he decided to make it a challenge. “Bet you can’t beat me to the top,” he declared, giving her a moment to consider the challenge before he darted up the first floor, keeping an eye out for creepers as he went.

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Sam lead them as they made their way to the hospital that she had mentioned before. She always avoided hospital for the reason that the dead always roamed the Hospital more than any place she’d ever noticed beforehand. But good supplies were there, supplies most didn’t get because of the previous reason. But if Tucker was as good as he hinted, she thought the two of them would have no problem stocking up. “You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you grandpa?” She chirped as the walked together. Sam looked up at the building and took a little breathe before she lead them around toward the emergency entrance. “So-” Sam started as they walked into the hospital, “How’d you get picked up by the convoy?” She asked quietly as they walked in, gripping tight to her sword as they did so. “Found in a wheelchair on the side of the Old Home you used to live at?”

“I suppose I will,” he retorted, “Assuming there’s anything worth watching.” Tucker enjoyed the banter between the two of them in some strange way. It was unusual for people to be more than husks by the time they made it to the caravan, and it was clear that Sam had some bite left in her. He could appreciate that. Her question took him by surprise since everything else out of her mouth had been snark, but he had no problem answering. “Picked me up, wheelchair and all and tossed me in one of the RVs,” he joked at first, unable to help himself. As they walked into the entrance, Tucker held up a hand to silence the other before peeking beyond the door. Once he saw the coast was clear, he waved them both in and continued. “Seriously though, I ran into Tristan in one of the cities. He had my back and I had his. Rest was history.” He shrugged as he stepped over debris, trying not to make extra sound, “How the hell did you end up here?”

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Sam climbed into her jeep and shot off after him. She was amused at the fact that he seemed to be able to put up with her mouth better than most people. Other than Tristan maybe. He bit back too and she couldn’t help finding it amusing. She followed behind him in her car, the drive to the city was a little ways away but she didn’t mind. She had some CDs playing music in the player and that’s what helped her pass the time during the drive until they arrived. She pulled over behind his car, parking and turning off the engine before climbing out and having a tight grip on her bow. She walked over to the other male, “There’s a hospital building over there.” She pointed down the street., “Just a block away. I haven’t gone in since creepers usually seem to be there more often than not but…we could get some much-needed medicine.” She looked up at him, “Want to give it a go?”

Tucker wasn’t sure what he’d gotten himself into, but he appreciated the spunk of the younger woman. He drove his car through the streets toward the city in mostly silence, watching out for potential trouble that might be lurking just outside. Once they reached the main stretch of the city, Tucker parked and grabbed his machete, popping out of his pickup truck and nodding as the girl came up to him. “Hospital sounds good to me,” he agreed, letting her lead for the time being, “Can never be enough medicine on the convoy.” Tucker had been hurt before and knew the stress of being in pain and having no way to deal with it because the supplies weren’t there. “The two of us can handle whatever is in there, assuming you’re as good as you are sassy,” he spouted, taking off in the direction of the hospital with Sam by his side.