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"Seriously?"

@imcooperanderson

Jesse leant over to the bedside table to shut off the gentle humming which was growing louder from his phone. He smiled looking over at the sleeping Cooper next to him and made his way to the bathroom. Jesse had a very strict ritual when he woke up.

First, he would wash his face in cold water, then moisturise and then, brush his teeth. Then, he would hop in the shower for roughly fifteen minutes, or however long it took him quietly sing along to his ‘Show Jams’ playlist. Lastly, Jesse would moisturise his face once again. He had a bad case of acne when he was fourteen and had never looked back on taking care of his face.

He walked out of the shower, water running down his chest as he made his way over to the dresser. He picked up his clothes which he had left on top from the night before and looked down once again at the sleeping Cooper. It was strange to watch someone when they were sleeping, yet Cooper seemed so peaceful and quiet. It was a rare treat.

He checked his watch. 09:30. If he was quick, he could still catch that early morning breeze that came with being an early bird. He fastened up his running shoes, placed his sweatband over his forehead and strapped his iPod to his arm as he set off out of the streets of New York City for his morning run.

New York surely seemed to never sleep as he already saw the streets moving with life, cars running down the street and school children on their way to school or a lack of intention to go to school. God, how he wished he grew up in this city. The crisp, cool, September air bit his nose and cheeks but he didn’t mind, it made him feel alive.

The run went smoothly only this time, something caught his eye. A new flashy poster had been put up on his favourite, quiet, café. He stopped outside to catch his breath and took his phone out of its holder and took a picture of the poster, his face lighting up. “Good morning Ronda…” Jesse said happily as he walked into the café for his morning porridge with jam and hot cup of tea.

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At 10:30, Jesse returned to their apartment. He changed into his casual clothes; a black shirt, black denim unbutton shirt, a pair of black skinny jeans and even though he barely wore hats, a black hat which he borrowed from Cooper, turned backwards. Today didn’t feel like a great hair day.

He sat at his usual spot, turned on the TV to whatever was on and set to work replying to emails, playing the Sims and social media, his wait for Cooper to wake up starting. However, he knew if he wasn’t up before 12pm then he would have to wake him up. He checked the picture on his phone which he took earlier and grinned happily. He was going to win big boyfriend points for sure.

When she walked into the lounge, wolf whistles followed, which she promptly killed with giving them the finger and a glare. She just looked at James, who looked damn good in his suit and gave him a slight smile. Least he was actually doing his job. “Ready to go?”

;; count your blessings (2) -- @sclvatcr

                     Without fail, every  GOD DAMNED  time he allowed himself to actually break,someone was there to interrupt. Kevin half expected Negan to tell him to ‘put a plug in his vagina’ as his brother had always, without fail, told him because men were  HARD HEARTED  and could withstand the worst emotional upsets. Having to bury his wife with no sight of his daughter had taken its toll. There’d been no red balloon left and it felt that her trail had grown cold even though he  NEEDED   to hold out to the last sliver of hope that his daughter was still alive and  SAFE.  At Negan’s assurances, Kevin wiped at his face, wanting to wipe away the overwhelming loss that he was feeling before he turned to the Savior’s leader.  ❝ Alex didn’t believe her mother really  LOVED  her. Eve had her own  UNIQUE  way of showing her love, ❞ he stood, anger and woe crossing over his features as he leaned upon a counter before the  ANGER  overwhelmed him and the few meager possessions he had were thrown to the floor, ❝ and now that love has my daughter out there somewhere. ❞

@samuelwarwick

     The room was silent, which was completely fine with Kennedy. It had been a while since he was completely alone in a safe place and honestly, he kind of missed that feeling. It wasn’t like Sam was that far away and same with Charlie. Both boys were only a short distance from him. He was trying not to think about what he’d done earlier, but it was difficult. He knew if Sam find out, that would be the end of their relationship. Kennedy had done the one thing Sam asked him not to do. It was the one thing he’d promised never to do. Yet, he’d done it. All because his best friend -- a boy he’d loved his entire life -- had said I love you. To Kennedy those words were all powerful. He had always wanted to hear Charlie say those words in more than a friendship way. It was icing on the cake that Charlie loved Sam too. Kennedy was already having illusions of grandeur about the the three of them together. And that’s what he was trying not to think about because nothing had changed.  

They were seemingly harmless (but nothing in this world was harmless), one of them was always up as the other slept. Damien didn’t acknowledge them as he walked through the building. Mostly for his own self-preservation. Just knowing they were there made him feel murderous.

He was waiting for the other ball to drop.

Apart from his utter lack of sleep and the fact that he was getting more irritable each time he forced himself to wake up, the night was quiet. The rising of the sun came without an ambush, betrayal, or gunfire.

It meant nothing to Damien.

Fireflies were smart. Just because nothing happened in the past few hours didn’t mean that everything was safe and clear. Last he checked head Firefly chick still had a face he didn’t trust and her little miniature was still a wild card.

Just thinking about the two in the next room causes his blood to boil and he has to calm himself down before he does something stupid. His hand twitches to pull the trigger of his gun. It would be so easy—so quick.

The only think stopping him is Rohan.

With a frustrated noise, Damien pushes himself off the dingy ass couch he was laying on and make his way through the main room (ignoring the other two like he does best) and to where Rohan is. 

Rohan is already awake when Damien walks in. She’s lacing up her combat boots, preparing for the journey to come. She looks up at him when she’s finished and looks him up and down analytically. “You didn’t sleep at all, did you?” she asks him.

“You brought strangers,” he replies, making his way to the other side of the room and looking out the window. “You’re telling me you slept the entire time?”

“I would have,” Rohan replies as she stands up and makes her way over to him. The sunlight shines on her and makes her eyes squint. She lifts her hand up to block it. “But someone—Damien—decided he was going to have a temper tantrum and slept in a separate room.”

They both knew that wasn’t the only reason, but neither of them were going to bring it up. 

He brings his hand up and grabs her wrist in order to un-shade her eyes. The sun brings out the golden tones deep within her eyes that reminds him of a simpler time. 

Rohan looks away and then goes to grab her jacket, slipping it on. “As fun as it is to watch you mentally run down memory lane and remind me that you have emotions not shadowed by survival, we need to get food and supplies.”

Damien lets the memory pass and focuses on the task at hand. “Those extra ration cards are coming out of your stash—they can starve for all I care.” 

The two of them walk back out to the main room, Rohan standing in front of him as a barrier. Rohan tells them that they’ll be back and for them not to leave. “Unless you absolutely want to—I’m sure the guards won’t notice.” Rohan shoves her elbow into him and then drags him out of the room and downstairs.

@clairestcndish

Valentine’s Day had snuck up on John. It was only when he woke up in the morning and rolled over in bed to press his morning wood against his redheaded girlfriend’s shapely ass in greeting, and heard her murmur “Happy Valentine’s Day, indeed.” that he was even aware that today wasn’t just an ordinary Tuesday. This observation was heightened when he walked into school with Claire and saw couples and friends alike exchanging cards, flowers, and chocolates. There were even a few girls with big stuffed teddy bears. 

He felt bad that he didn’t have anything special planned for Claire, and that was exacerbated by lunch time when Claire mentioned that today was also their five month anniversary. Sure, John played along in front of their friends like he hadn’t entirely forgotten, but internally, he tried to come up with some idea of what to get for the girl he loved. While bored during a lecture in English class, he even wrote out ideas on a scrap of paper:

Big stuffed teddy bear

Flowers

Chocolate

Eat her out

Sex?

Lingerie??

They were wholly unoriginal ideas. He’d bought her lingerie for Christmas, so that was out. And getting her a stuffed bear would just end with her cuddling more with the bear and less with him. Eating her out was essentially a given, they’d been fooling around more and more since they first night he’d moved in. But sex? He didn’t wanna hold his breath, but he did feel a little hopeful. After school, he made out with Claire by his truck before she went into her cheer practice. Saying goodbye to her kind of sucked but he had an errand to run (but he told her he had to stop by the garage for a bit) and made his way to CVS. He poked around there, picking up a bouquet of red roses and a heart-shaped box of chocolates before trying to come up with something original to make it seem like he hadn’t planned this at the last minute. Finally, he wound up around the multimedia section and found a set of blank CDs. A mix CD! Confidently, he also picked up a pack of condoms and lube, which earned him a quizzical look from the cashier.