#'Is it straight that I want to kiss his grandma's hand?' Nicky asks
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Fluent Freshman - Part 14
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When Andrew came out of his bedroom to grab a second Allen wrench (he’s working on the frame of the dresser while Neil builds the drawers) he finds quite a few things to irritate him.
1st was the sound of his brother and his cousin arguing loudly. Andrew had been pretty clear that they needed to be quiet that morning but following Andrew’s clearly given guidelines was NEVER either of their strong suits.
2nd was the fact that there was a smell in the air that Andrew was unsure of. It wasn’t a bad smell. It didn’t smell like Nicky had left some component of the breakfast FF had bought to burn. Andrew sniffed the air again and…..lavender? It wasn’t really a smell that existed in the house of three college student boys.
3rd and most irritating was the fact that FF was not where Andrew had left him four hours ago on the couch. Again, Andrew had been pretty clear to both Nicky and Aaron that FF was to be left ALONE. FF hadn’t been able to go to sleep until Andrew had promised that nothing would happen to him while he slept.
He moves towards the kitchen table where Nicky and Aaron are eating some of the sour patch kids that FF had brought back as they argued, “He can’t be serious that Kate and I gross him out more than Andrew and Neil! I’ve seen how fast he walks away when they start getting gross.” He hears Aaron say.
“Aaron I have watched Smithy climb out a second story window because you and Katelyn started making out and he’d have to walk closer to you to go out the door.” Nicky returns. “I think you made him mad when you implied he was grossed out by Andrew and Neil. This is why I get spoon privileges and maybe, if Smithy is feeling forgiving, you can swipe your finger around the bowl.” he points at Aaron.
Andrew hangs back just out of sight.
He knows that FF does not like to be subjected to seeing PDA. A part of him feels…better at the confirmation that it really isn’t because him and Neil are both men. FF has seen them hold hands, kiss chastely, and lean on one another and been unbothered by that it was only when it started getting a little heated that they’d realize that FF had left. FF never makes a scene about it, never scoffs in disgust or squeals in delight he just seems to see where it’s going and will leave if he doesn’t want to see it.
It’s nice.
“Well he’s probably mad at you for waking him up. Andrew said to leave him alone.” Aaron returns.
“He needs breakfast! He also has to take his ulcer meds at the same time so he had to wake up and eat something. He can go back to sleep after!” Nicky defends.
Andrew scowls. Ok. Nicky could live if that was the reason he woke FF up. Still, why the hell is FF in the kitchen and more importantly what bowl and spoon are Aaron and Nicky arguing over?
Andrew tunes his family’s argument out and heads to the kitchen to find FF putting a baking dish into their oven while incense burned on the counter (Andrew now realizes that was the thin box that had been in with the rest of the candy)
He sees the bowl and spoon that Nicky had mentioned and more importantly he can see the chocolate brownie batter on them. Andrew walks over to the bowl and picks it up. He wipes his finger along the inside and…
He closes his eyes for a moment to savor the flavor of the batter. He leans against the counter and his hand brushes against….a five hour energy bottle. Andrew knows he had thrown out the two he had found in FF’s bags before (Ulcer + exhaustion + FF = bad he didn’t need to be a math major like Neil to understand that math.)
Andrew shoves the bottle in his sweatshirt pocket as FF turns around and stares at him passively. FF’s eyebrow’s raise slightly but there’s no other reaction. Andrew considers that, perhaps, FF had wanted to lick the bowl.
He offers the spoon instead knowing it is the better prize but FF is the one who bought the ingredients and mixed together this amazing batter, so he gets first dibs.
“That wouldn’t be good for my stomach.” He declines and Andrew wonders if FF had taken his meds yet or, in his tired state, he’s forgotten to.
“When did you wake up?” Andrew asks.
“Hour ago.”
He should go back to sleep after he takes his meds but also knows that FF probably won’t go to sleep until the brownies are done.
“I’ll make the pie tomorrow.” FF says and Andrew blinks out of his thoughts.
Andrew decides to go get FF’s meds for him. He’ll make it clear to FF later that the guy doesn’t HAVE to keep making amazing desserts as a thanks for being invited to Columbia. If FF just so happens to WANT to keep making amazing desserts then Andrew isn’t going to be the person that stops him.
He shoves the spoon in his mouth and heads out to go find Smith’s bag and his meds.
Aaron and Nicky see him and both let out outraged noises as their quarry had been stolen.
Andrew ignores them and gets to the bag by the couch.
Who the fuck just has 14 bottles of five hour energy sitting in their bag??
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When Andrew handed FF his ulcer meds he could admit to feeling grateful even if Andrew had obviously gone through his bag to grab it. He swallows it dry because Andrew is standing by the sink and he knows that until Andrew eats a brownie he is not in a position to ask for favors big or small.
(He learned his lesson from that one time with Captain Neil. If he wants to do anything related to Russian he has to be in the safety of his lofted bed under the cover of night and the cover of his…covers while he reads via flashlight. He will not be caught so flat footed again! These are all necessary precautions!)
Andrew seems to very much want for FF to be in prime condition for the hunt. Part of him wonders if he’ll be released amongst other game animals and FF had never felt more jealous of the turkey who got pardoned by the president the day before. Why does that stupid bird get all the luck? Where’s his presidential pardon?
That grateful feeling evaporates into a dust cloud as Andrew lifts a plastic bag, “Stop drinking these.” Andrew hisses, “They’re going to make your ulcer worse.” He points at FF.
“I need them.” He says.
“For what?”
“Five hours of energy at a time.”
“Pull out the brownies and go back to sleep Smith.”
“They still have 10 minutes.”
“Then I’ll pull them out in 10 minutes.”
“There’s a final step that I have to do once they’re fresh out of the oven.”
“What is it.”
“Smith Family Baking secret. I don’t make the rules.” FF gestures towards where the incense continues to burn, “Great Gran’s recipe and methods cannot be shared with non-blood relatives. My mom wasn’t even let in on the secret.”
Thank god
Andrew glowers at him.
Oh God
“It’ll be just 20 more minutes.”
Andrew’s eyes narrow at him.
“They’ll be worth it.” He pleads.
Andrew rolls his eyes.
“Go to sleep when they’re done. Take Nicky’s room.” Andrew commands.
“Take Nicky’s what?” Nicky leans into the kitchen.
“Smith is going to go back to sleep on your bed.”
“Yeah you look like shit Smithy. Don’t worry, unlike Neil and Andrew’s bed mine is all safe.”
Nicky zips out of the kitchen with Andrew hot on his heels. Nicky really is a good friend.
He performs the sacred rites necessary upon the brownies when they come out of the oven and takes a small corner piece to taste test and -
He closes his eyes and clasps his hands together in prayer.
‘Thank you Great Gran.’ He prays earnestly.
‘Remember to wash behind your ears’ he thinks he hears a whisper of grandmotherly advice in return.
That was probably normal.
He extinguishes the incense.
He cuts up the brownies, finds a decently sized plate, and sets the brownies out on the counter before he starts to work on doing the dishes. Yeah Yeah he could have been cleaning while he waited for the brownies to cook! That’s what you always do right? Clean as you go?
Well have you ever been baking brownies that might be the difference between life and death? No? Well then FF is just going to have to stop you right there because he had the oven light on and his eyes GLUED to these fudgey squares.
Who knows what the cousins’ oven would do? He doesn’t know this oven. He and this oven are taking their first whirl together and it could decide to turn on him at any time. They don’t have the brotherhood that he and the oven at his Gran’s house have built over the years! This oven could be one of those ones that maintain their temperature by turning on the broiler! He felt like he could never again recklessly trust an oven after he tried to make crescent rolls in the Viking Oven at his step father’s house and had gotten them back blackened by the broiler.
That oven had been the SINGLE thing he had been excited about during the kitchen remodel which means naturally it was the thing that had betrayed him.
He lets himself think of all the ways he hates the Viking brand as he finishes the dishes and puts everything back to where they belong.
He walks out of the kitchen with the platter of brownies and sets them down on the table where Aaron and Nicky are sat. “Oh my god they smell amazing.” Nicky says and immediately his hand is shooting towards the plate and picking up a corner piece.
FF valiantly resists the urge to slap his and Aaron’s hands away. He needs these to compel Andrew into letting him live.
“Oh wow, those do smell good.” He hears Captain Neil’s voice and when FF turns around Captain Neil and Andrew are both there. It is only in that moment that he realizes that he should have bought some vanilla ice cream to go with these.
Andrew’s love of ice cream was not unknown, probably even infamous. He was the man who, during the summer training, had been so possessive over the soft serve machine in the cafeteria that anyone who wanted any had to ask Captain Neil to get them a bowl or risk being threatened.
He starts towards the door. At this point Target probably isn’t even that bad, probably just some irate people who didn’t come with the rush and are mad they missed out, maybe some officers talking to witnesses on who threw cast the first Wii remote, and workers who will hate him marginally less (unless he gets the same check out person and they remember him (unlikely))
His progress is arrested by a hand grabbing his hoodie.
“Where are you going?”
“I forgot Ice Cream.” And he could get a five hour energy to slam on the way back home.
He then finds himself being pulled down an unfamiliar hallway.
Ah, the anticipation had been killing him more than the fear of his demise. His brownies had not contained the requisite amount of grandmotherly love to save him he had been relying on extract (Great Gran’s spirit guiding his hands) instead of organic (he does not have grandchildren or children for that matter)
Maybe ice cream would have been the deciding factor? He’ll never know.
He closes his eyes and lets himself be dragged. He’s too tired to fight.
A door opens, and he finds himself sat on a bed.
Weird.
“You are falling asleep standing up. Go back to sleep. I’ll leave you at Eden’s if you fall asleep in the booth.” Andrew threatens.
What.
FF knows about Eden’s.
He has heard about it from Nicky trying to get him to agree to go but he’s pretty sure it’d be like introducing an Amazon rainforest frog to the Sahara desert in terms of survivability for him.
“We’re going to Eden’s tonight?” He manages to ask.
Andrew raises an eyebrow at him but answers, “Yes.”
“I’m not really interested in clubs. I don’t drink out in public or dance.”
“Neither does Neil. I just drink. We can stay in the booth.”
“I don’t want to interrupt your time with Captain Neil.”
“It’s fine, neither of us hate spending time with you.”
“I don’t have clothes for a place like that.”
“Nicky grabbed some for you. You’re coming tonight. Go to sleep.”
With that Andrew pulls Nicky’s curtains close, shuts off the light, and closes the door.
FF, always very much like a bird when placed into a suddenly dark environment, starts to feel some of the exceptional sleepiness that he’d been pushing off through sheer manic desperation to earn another day of life.
He lays down in Nicky’s bed and is tired enough that he can ignore the sheer amount of body glitter on the sheets (does Nicky excrete it like sweat??) and starts to let himself drift off to sleep.
Eden’s might be something completely out of his wheelhouse but-
A conversation with Nicky from when he’d been trying to get FF to go comes into his mind and he sits straight up in bed as Nicky’s words roll around in his head like stale hotdogs at a gas station.
“Eden’s is cool, even though there’s some sick shit in the basement.”
Eden’s is a Secondary Location with a BASEMENT.
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#Fluent Freshman AU#Andrew heads back out to try one of those brownies#Aaron and Nicky are both looking to the sky#'what the fuck did he DO to these? I would know if there was drugs in them right?' Aaron asks#'Is it straight that I want to kiss his grandma's hand?' Nicky asks#'It's his great grandma's recipe so it'll have to be her grave' - Aaron#'Fuck it. I'll dig up her grave and kiss her skeleton hand. These are divinely inspired.' - Nicky#Andrew tries one#Neil saved him two corner pieces#This is why Andrew intends to spend his life with this man#It's perfect#It's not like box brownies where it's all sugar and sweetness#it's bitter it's sweet is that a note of....spice? it's complex. It makes Andrew want to get a shovel and help Nicky desecrate a grave#He'll get in on the skeleton hand kiss#Maybe he'll take Neil and FF to the really cool speakeasy in the basement of Edens#It's quieter down there which he thinks FF would like#He doesn't have to watch out for Kevin tonight either#That's a good plan#Nicky and Aaron can dance and Andrew can show his appreciation for good baked goods to his friend#Nicky is not allowed near the Speakeasy nor is he allowed to know about it because it's suppose to be a secret#Nicky's terrible at keeping secrets!#He couldn't keep one if his or someone else's life depended on it#So Nicky thinks it's a straight swingers club down there#Which he has zero interest in#AFTG#AFTG AU#AFTG OC#AFTG shitpost#FF - Pt. 14
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Hey can you do a the old guard imagine about Andy x reader. Where the reader is immortal but ihas a younger doppelgänger and they team finds out and reader has to explain her family bloodline and all that jazz any questions message me. Thanks love the two imagines on the old guard so far. Keep up the good work.
Gene Recurrence | The Old Guard | Andy x Fem!Reader
Author's note: This was a very interesting request. I got instantly an idea and I hope you will like it.
Warnings: light smut, light angst, angry!Joe, fluff
Words: 2.6 k +
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Sequel "Mornings in the Carribbean"
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Vacation. Summer. Caribbean sun. Colorful cocktails. Your family. Your hot girlfriend. What did you need more?
A thin, white cloth was draped about your lower half of the body and your eyes still closed, you savoured how the warm wind felt on your skin.
That days were rarely, when you were just laying lazy in bed and having nothing to worry about.
You looked to your left side and noticed that Andy was still sleeping. You stayed silent, because Andy had a light sleep and you wanted her to rest. Her left arm laid across your stomach and her right served herself as a pillow. The actual pillows were shoved of the bed by her moving in the sleep.
“So beautiful,” you mumbled quietly and carassed Andy's cheek with your fingertips. A small smile started to spread on her lips and you knew she heard you. Andy opened her green eyes and wouldn't you have loved her already, you would fall for her all over again.
“You always say the right words,” Andy praised and shifted closer to you. Rolling your body to the side you were laying face to face. She raised her hand slowly to stroke over your hair and stopped in your neck. The grip was firm like everything about her, she was always ready to fight, but here with you. Here she could be soft and tender, despite you loved her sharpness and precision. She was a warrior in every aspect of her life.
Andy went straight for what she wanted and needed. Now she wanted to kiss you passionately, dragging you back on the mattress, making clear that she was in charge and you loved every second of it. You loved Andy for her careness in a authority way, always having the upper hand and yet she gave you everything you craved for. She hold you tight in her arms, kissed you in a way that aroused both of you and touched your skin with right strength or tenderness to drive you crazy.
The both of you ended up panting with her on top of you laying between your legs. Her mouth trailed down your throat and she sucked slightly on your skin. You gasped when she found your sweet stop, grazing her teeth over the sensitive area.
“Please,” you whispered and Andy knew excatly what you wanted, but before she could start regale your upper body with her kisses, there was a knock on your door.
“We go to the beach. Do you want to join or are you busy?” Nicky's voice came hushed from the hallway and Andy let her head sink on your breasts.
“Hurry up before the best sun lounger are occupied,” Joe shouted laughing. You heard their footsteps dissapearing after you told them you would follow soon. Andy groaned but hieved her body up to stand up, but you grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back down. Andy quirkend an eyebrow and smirked when you shoved your hand under her shirt.
“Are you in the mood for a quick shower? Together? Then going to the beach?” Andy suggested and you were more than happy to let her picking you up.
The shower with Andy let to more than washing away the sweat from a hot night. You felt statisfied for the moment and Andy gave you a last lovingly kiss before leaving the bathroom.
You put on a simple white bikini and a yellow long skirt. With a bag over your shoulder and intertwined fingers with Andy, you went down to the beach near the hotel.
“Only fourty-five minutes, is that a new record, Nicky?” Joe mocked and the the both men laughed including Booker.
“We thought it would take at least two hours,” Booker chuckled and Andy rolled playfully her eyes while you slapped Booker on the back of the head lightly.
“Hey, and what about Joe?”
You looked over to the dark-haired man and he grinned triumphal. You shrugged and gave Joe the same treatment. Joe looked befuddled at you and wanted to say something. “Behave, my love,” Nicky warned him and gave him a meaningful look with a hint of a smile.
“Good Morning, Nicky,” you said warmhearted and kissed him on the cheek.
“Good morning, principessa,” he replied smiling and you sat down on your sun lounger next to Andy and Nicky.
“I get myself something to drink. Anyone wants something?” Booker asked in the round.
“An apple spritzer would be great,” you told him and he nodded. It would take him a few minutes to get your, Nicky's and his drinks.
Meanwhile Andy ordered your services in putting sun screen on her back.
When Booker came back his expression was bewildered and you frowned, because he nearly spilled the drinks. Nicky helped him while you were massaging Andy's shoulders.
“Are you alright?” you inquiried about his well-being and you got worried when he didn't stop starring at you.
“I saw a girl that looks excatly like you. First I thought it was you, but then I looked over to all of you and you were here. She wears a green jumpsuit and looks the same as you from hair to toe,” he explained in hurry and nearly chocked on his own tongue.
“I was sitting on my girlfriend's butt the whole time,” you commentend his words. “And there are many women here that has the same hair and skin color like me. Did you see her face from the front? Maybe she was just looking simliar to me.”
Booker searched for help by the others, but Joe just shrugged and Andy closed her eyes again, she wiggled underneath you to make you continuing with your massage.
“Are you sure you aren't just drunk?” Joe suggested and Booker shook his head furiously. For a second he seemed meditative, but then his head spinned around and he acted like he was searching for someone. “There she is. Still at the bar,” Booker proclaimed.
All of you stretched their necks and in this moment the woman turned around, it was like you were looking in a mirror.
“Yep, that's you, Y/N,” Nicky said deadpanned. In shock you couldn't move, couldn't tear away your eyes. She could be your twin, the same hair, eyes, face, heigh, body figure. But she looked younger. You had been close to your thirties when you first had died, she was probably in her early twenties.
Of course, your family watched you curiously and expecting an explanation maybe, but they weren't sure if you would have one.
Even Andy lifted her body up and studied the appearance of the young girl. “Interesting,” she mumbled and her head turned to you. But you were frozen in your position balancing on your shins. Andy observed you. It was clearly to her how shocked you must been, but something in your gaze got her perplexed. Your breathing increased and your hands were clenched to fists.
Andy rolled herself on her back underneath you and took your hands gently in hers. You got frightened for a second before you noticed it was only your beloved one.
“It's okay, darling. Why are you so tense? I can tell you aren't scared or atonished. This isn't new to you, right?” Andy asked carefully and you were taken aback. She knew you too well and rumbled you most of the time. Frustration grew inside you and let you groan loudly
“Fuck,” you cursed. Andy watched you worriedly and pulled you down on her lap. You scrunched your face in annoyance when she rubbed your back, trying to calm you down. Why did this happen now? It didn't happen in your whole immortal time and so you needn't to explain anything.
“She's your doppelgänger,” Joe murmered still confused.
“I know, Joe,” you said through gritted teeths.
“Tell me, Y/N,” Andy demanded and you sighed in defeat.
“Fine,” you agreed.
“Now I'm curious about it,” Joe exclaimed and folded his arms over his chest. Even Nicky showed interest, but he wasn't demanding like the others, he just wanted to understand.
“I descend from witches,” you began to speak and Nicky's widened in surprise and he exchanged looks with Joe.
“Witches? Like riding-a-broom-witches?” Booker asked shocked and laughed in disbelief. You rolled your eyes and huffed.
“So, you are a witch?” Nicky tried to encourage you to tell further.
“I was a witch. I lost my powers after I had died the first time. Seemed nature doesn't allow more than one gift. And I never flew on a broom.” Your last words were full of fury over Booker's mocking tone. You hated that people always had prejudices about witches, but what should you say, people were always scared about supernatural things.
“What powers did you have?” Nicky shared his thoughts and you were glad that he stayed objective.
“Nothing special. I used spells to change weather for a good harvest or that someone found love. I brewed potions for simple illnesses or headaches. A few could more, a few were more powerful.”
“What do you mean? More powerful?” Booker was alarmed and you saw that your story scared him.
“Some could read minds or manipulate minds, able to control time or bring people back from the death, but that was only told. None of my family members could do that. It was simple magic we practiced and even at my time as a human our magic faded slowly away. Many of acient books and journals got lost in a fire when my grandma was a child. Only the knowlegde of basic magic survived and not everyone of us practiced magic.”
You didn't want to look in someones eyes, you were ashamed that you never told them the truth and you were sure they wereü mad at you.
“So witches are real,” Joe determined and stroked his beard. You nodded slowly.
Andy hugged you and you buried your face in the crook of her neck. “You are doing great, babe, you finally told them. I know it's hard, but it's better,” Andy soothed you and her words and presence helped you to calm down.
“You knew the whole time she was a witch?” Booker snorted and shook his head. “Why didn't you tell us?”
“It wasn't my story to tell and she was never a threat for us. She isn't a witch and I don't think she lied,” Andy explained firmly and lose her arms from around you. Gratefully you smiled at her and she mimicked it.
“In 700 years you didn't think once to mention that you were a witch,” Joe scolded reproachful.
“Don't overstate it. That's her past, Joe. It died with her and it wasn't important in her new life. And what she said… it seemed like her family never causes any harm towards humans,” Nicky tried to calm Joe down. He was always to patient, he tried to understand my situation and private motives not say anything.
“I know she would never hurt us and you know I love her like a sister. But she could've told us. She told Andy,” responded still a little angry.
“Do you remember how fast she bonded with Andy and Quynh, it's naturally that she told the people she trusted the most. Do you remember how suspicious she was towards men, it took us a decade to gain her complete trust. And then her past didn't matter, he left her family behind.”
Joe sighed in defeat when Nicky convinced him.
“I'm sorry, Y/N,” Joe apologized, but you weren't mad and you had already forgiven him.
“That doesn't explain why you have a doppelgänger?” Booker remembered on the original topic and you nodded in agreement.
“A long time before my birth a powerful witch of my family wanted the witches to be stronger. My family weren't sure what she could really do, but she casted a spell that didn't end up like she wanted. It didn't make her or any of her sisters stronger. It only made the wisdom and knowledge surviving the centuries. The nature allowed us to be reborn, like an reincarnation. The soul came back to earth in a new life, but with the memories of her past lives. Not all memories, but the important ones to remember all the lessons the soul had learned.”
“You never told me that,” Andy mourned and you quirked an eyebrow.
“I did, but I only told you that I could be reborn. I didn't know that it's possible. I still have my soul, this woman isn't me, she can't remember anything from me or my past lives. But I can remember neither today, the memories faded over the centuries. I think the memories from past lives started to come back when I was sixteen or seventeen, but well… it's a long time ago.”
“That's an incredible story, Y/N, but it still doesn't explain why she is your doppelgänger. Is it possible that you can be reborn without your soul?” Joe considered and watched your doppelgänger, she was talking to few other women.
“The soul goes back to her origin one day, that's my grandma always told me. I could imagine it's only a gene recurrence. Something the nature couldn't fix, because I'm still alive. So the nature gave her or if there were more reincarnations; them a new soul.”
Andy listened attentive to your explanation and it was a lot to process. She knew that witches existed, a long time before she met you and she knew that their magic slowly disappered over the centuries. You were part of a family that originated powerful witches, but maybe the curse of reincarnations guranteed the long survive of the witches in your family. After you became part of this warrior family she never heard again of real witches, because with the witch trials in the medieval time the real witches went into hiding and maybe never showed up again, until today.
“Do you think she's a witch?” Andy asked you and you inclined your head. “I don't think so. If she would have powers, then she has two different eye colours or a piece of a different colour in one eye.”
“You have only one eye colour,” Booker mentioned unnecessarily.
“I know, it was gone after I lost my powers. Booker you saw her closer than we could have. Do you remember her eyes?”
“Only one colour,” he answered and you believed him.
“She could wear contact lenses,” Nicky considered and you shook your head. “It's rarely to have different eye colours. But for our peace of mind Booker could do a background check on her, if she's dangerous, we will find out.”
“I will do it, just for safety,” Booker agreed and took a sip from his drink.
Nicky smirked cynically. “And I thought we could have a uneventful week for once.”
“That's would be boring,” you responded sarcastically and you all laughed.
Booker found out that your descendant wasn't dangerous. You hadn't incommon much, besides your family name and appearance. She was born in the U.S., worked as a nurse and was married. Booker told you that your family emigrated in the eighteenth century from today's Germany in the U.S. and remained there until today.
You didn't care about the new informations. You only cared about your current family. Nicky and Joe, Booker, and of course Andy. You didn't regret being an immortal, you met the love of your life and you couldn't be happier.
“I was weird to see a person that looks exactly like you. Now I look at you and I can tell you aren't the same. You have an old burnt scar on your left hand and your muscles are defined. You are talented with the cross bow and your father's long sword. You always smile when you look at me and tell me how happy you are that you had met me. And I love you so much that I couldn't bear to lose you,” Andy whispered in your ear when she hugged you from behind in the middle of the night.
“I love you, too, Andromache.”
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Signed, Sealed, Delivered, Chapter 3 (Crygi, Jan x Nicky) - Joley
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It was well into the middle of the night when Crystal let herself into Jan’s room. She hesitated, unsure if she really needed to bother her friend with her problems. But the anxiety of being alone with her thoughts any longer won out and she gently placed her hand on Jan’s shoulder, slowly shaking her awake.
Jan was sleeping on her side, facing away from Crystal, but she flopped onto her back as her eyes opened, though not all the way at first. “Huh?” she rubbed her eyes, though with it being completely dark and her glasses on her nightstand, she didn’t actually see anything beyond the vaguest details. What she could make out was just enough for her to be reassured that she was, in fact, looking at Crystal and not a sleep paralysis demon.
“I can’t sleep,” Crystal explained, sitting down at the edge of the bed and running a hand through her hair. She sat hunched over and looked down. “I feel like I’m freaking myself out over nothing, like I’m going crazy.”
“Oh, sweetie…” There was sympathy in Jan’s voice, and she sat up quickly, pausing only to adjust her tank top so she wasn’t still partially exposed. She shifted over in bed so Crystal could lay comfortably, waiting until her roommate was looking and gesturing for her to do so. “You’re not going crazy, okay? Tell me what’s on your mind.”
Crystal laid down and curled up against her friend’s side. “I’m worried that something’s gonna go wrong and Gigi’s going to end up hating me, or I’m just going to fall irrevocably in love with her and she’s gonna find out and never talk to me again,” she confessed.
Jan frowned. “Hey, you listen to me,” she said gently, brushing Crystal’s hair off of her face. “Your friendship with Gigi is incredibly strong, you guys are close. I don’t think she could ever hate you, especially over feelings you can’t control. Maybe worst case scenario, she doesn’t feel the same way. I don’t think she would just drop you like that. I don’t think that for a second.”
It did make Crystal feel a little better, because she could tell Jan meant everything she said. That was one thing she could always count on from her—sincerity. She believed it was part of why Jan was so naturally kind and thoughtful. “I hope you’re right, I just… I hate to think of who I’d be without her.”
“You’d still be you,” Jan replied without missing a beat. “You’d still be Crystal Elizabeth Methyd, and no crush could ever change that.”
“Thanks, Jan,” she exhaled, expression settling into a warm smile. She hugged her tightly, still staying close when she let go. “You know, maybe if this doesn’t work out, and we’re still single in ten years…”
Jan giggled and kissed the top of her head. “We’ll elope in Vegas,” she playfully promised, nudging Crystal’s side with her knee. “Now let’s get to sleep.”
—
Jan had raced back to the apartment after her morning class, from the outside it looked like she had an emergency to attend to. But no, it was a text from Nicky that read ‘skype me when you can, i have something to show you :),’ and she certainly couldn’t keep her waiting.
After a quick freshen up, Jan sat in front of her laptop and called Nicky. “Hi, sweetie. What’s going on?” she asked brightly.
Nicky seemed just as excited to hear from her. “I finally perfected a new song, and I learned it because it makes me think of you,” she explained, practically bouncing in her seat. “I’m going to start now, yes?” She waited for the go-ahead from Jan before playing the music and starting to sing.
And Jan recognized the song instantly, “Hey There Delilah,” and she thought it was very cute. Obviously it was because she lived in New York City–there was no other explanation that she could come up with. She knew how much Nicky likes little referential things like that, how the songs she picks are always for a specific reason, and she found it so endearing.
When the song was done, Jan applauded gleefully. She loved Nicky’s singing voice; it was softer and more subdued than her own, which she found pleasant and relaxing. “Aw, that was so sweet. And you’ve been sounding so good lately, I’m fully impressed.”
“You’re not just saying that?” Nicky asked, grinning from ear to ear. “Because you can tell me if I need to improve on anything.”
“I’m not just saying anything, gorg,” she readily assured. “I know you can handle constructive criticism, but you totally don’t even need it. And that was such a cute song choice.”
Nicky had a slightly strained look on her face, one that could’ve read ‘I have more to say’ if Jan had picked up on it. But she was able to swallow her thoughts with her penpal none the wiser. “I was hoping you would think so.”
“I swear, I’m gonna find a pretty French song and learn it for you,” Jan promised. She had mentioned it before, but had yet to actually sit down and follow through. While she could pick up an English song pretty quickly, singing in another language would take extra time and effort, which, of course, she would put in for Nicky in a heartbeat.
“I would love to see that,” she beamed, the fact that Jan would go out of her way to learn a song in a language she didn’t speak made her feel all sorts of warm and fuzzy inside. “I could give you suggestions if you want.”
Jan shook her head and waved her hands in front of her face. “No, no, no, I want it to be a surprise. I’ll just keep searching until I find the right one, it’ll come to me, and then you’ll be wooed.”
“What is ‘wooed’?”
Realizing what she had said brought a blush to Jan’s face, and she had to think fast, lest she try to explain her way out of that. “It means impressed.”
Nicky didn’t question that, just nodding along. Jan must have been used to filling in the blanks with her English, and she was always so kind about it. “I know I will be. Anyway, I have to get going, but I’ll talk to you later,” she said, and their call ended soon after.
—
Crystal looked around as she and Gigi walked into the secondhand store. She couldn’t quite explain how, but it was just different from the ones she would frequent. It was more organized, less weird. Considering they came here with a specific purpose, it was probably for the best. They couldn’t get too distracted—they were on the hunt for something they could pass off as a wedding dress for Crystal.
“It doesn’t have the usual thrift store smell,” Crystal observed as she looked around.
Gigi tilted her head as her brows knitted together. “Which is…”
“Mothballs, mostly.”
“Duly noted.” Gigi nodded, a soft laugh mixed into her words. “Hopefully you’ll be able to make do without smelling like a grandma’s attic,” she said as they walked through the store, off to the side where the nicer dresses were kept.
Crystal looked through the racks, only to realize after sifting through prom dresses that all the wedding dresses were kept towards the other end. “Wow, these are nice.”
“You pick out whichever one you like, baby,” Gigi cooed playfully. She came around to the whole fake relationship thing quick enough, and she did get a kick out of teasing Crystal about it. “Just as long as the one you like is within the two hundred dollar budget.”
“Don’t worry, I’m a cheap date.” After about ten minutes of browsing, Crystal’s eyes locked on a dress and went wide. “That one. That has to be it,” she said, grabbing it off the rack and running into the dressing room before Gigi could even get a good look at it. She had one of the store employees lace the back up, wanting it to be a surprise for her “fiancée.”
Crystal walked back out with a broad grin on her face and rosiness in her cheeks. “Okay, what do you think?” She twirled around to show off the dress. It was elegant, yet playful - a strapless with a straight-across neckline, mermaid style with ruffles of tulle as the tail.
Gigi’s eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. It was like the moment in a romantic comedy where the nerdy girl gets a makeover and the popular guy realizes she was the one for him all along. But it wasn’t a makeover, it was still the Crystal she knew, just in a pretty dress. And she would never consider herself shallow enough to let someone’s appearance change her perception of them, but something about the way her best friend looked in a wedding dress that fit like it was tailored to her body just made her feel something. “You look amazing!”
“You really think so?” she finally stood in place after being too excited to stop twirling around. “I know I’d have to wear like, a better bra, but other than that, it’s perfect.”
“Perfect is exactly the word I’d use,” Gigi agreed, collecting herself so she no longer felt so breathless. “Get changed and we can go pay for it,” she said as she helped Crystal off the platform that was set in front of the mirrors.
Crystal felt like she was on cloud nine as they left the store. It may not have been her actual wedding she was shopping for, but the way that dress made her feel gave her a rush of excitement either way. Sure, part of that might have been due to the fact that it allowed her to further indulge in the fantasy that she and Gigi were actually together, but she wasn’t about to let that detail ruin her mood.
“We should have a photoshoot,” Gigi mused, already planning it out in her mind. “I have a photographer friend that owes me a favor, we could set up something cute in the park.”
“Oh, I love that,” Crystal nodded. While yes, it would help make the fake wedding more believable, she was more interested in the idea that she would have a tangible reminder of herself and Gigi posed as an engaged couple. If nothing ever came of this, at least she would be able to look back and pretend or think about ‘what if.’
Gigi checked her phone. “I’ll text them later.” She shoved her hands into her pockets as they walked back towards Crystal’s apartment. “How do you think people know when they’re in love?” she asked casually, looking up at the sky.
Crystal’s heart leapt into her throat and she swallowed thickly to push it back into place. She wanted to answer honestly, but she also didn’t want to give too good of a description and make Gigi suspicious. “I don’t think it’s the same for anyone,” she mused. “I think it’s like… You’re just hanging out with someone just like any other day, then they look at you and smile and you suddenly realize you want them more than anyone in the world.”
“Huh, that makes a lot of sense. Usually I have to get you high to get that sort of whimsy out of you,” she hummed, bumping shoulders with her.
“What about you?” Crystal took the focus off of herself as soon as she could. “How do you think people know when they’re in love?”
Gigi pressed her lips into a fine line, wondering why she asked something she didn’t have her own answer to. “I think the world just becomes a little brighter. You know, the sun shines brighter, the flowers seem to bloom more, the air feels lighter. Like… just existing feels better because you’re in love,” she told her.
“I guess love songs make a whole lot of sense when you put it that way.” Crystal had to admit, something about Gigi’s description made her heart melt. Sure, she knew it didn’t mean Gigi felt that way at all, let alone about her. But the sentiment, the fact that Gigi didn’t look at love as cynically as she had in the past, sent a pleasant chill through her body.
“You’d think that people would have had enough of silly love songs,” Gigi joked in an almost-singing tone, then looked at Crystal expectantly.
And Crystal didn’t miss a beat. “I look around me and I see it isn’t so,” she cooed, not attempting to sing.
They both laughed at the sheer corniness of that, but at the same time found each other to be endearing for it.
—
Once again, it was late at night. This time Crystal and Jan were on Crystal’s bed, as it was just a bit bigger than Jan’s (as the trade-off, Jan had the better view), sitting cross-legged with the leftover takeout they were still picking at between them.
“Are you in love with Nicky?” Crystal asked between forkfuls of fried rice.
Jan, on the other hand, set her fork down to think. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I have such strong feelings for her… But to be in love with someone, I feel like, requires some sort of reciprocity, and I have no idea how she feels.” She hadn’t given too much thought into defining her feelings towards Nicky; usually, if she thought about it for too long, she would be overwhelmed with yearning and just end up feeling sad.
“What about unrequited love?”
“It’s different,” Jan shook her head. “That’s just loving someone. To be in love with someone isn’t something you can do on your own, at least in my opinion.” She paused to finish her food. “Why? Do you think you’re in love with Gigi?”
Crystal shrugged, setting the now empty containers on her end table. “Dunno, guess that’s why I asked. I think I do love her in a way, I just can’t explain it, but it’s definitely why pretending to plan a wedding with her has felt like… If I could bottle this feeling and get high off of it, I’d never need weed again.”
Jan nodded as she laid down. “I think that’s sweet.” She smiled. “It’s kind of like being able to play out a fantasy, huh?”
“Maybe.” She chuckled. “Most of the fantasies I’ve had about Gigi can’t exactly be acted out in public, you know.”
“Not with that attitude.”
Crystal laughed and shoved Jan playfully. “Shut up!”
Jan giggled lightly, then picked her head up and dropped it on Crystal’s lap. “We’re kind of stupid, aren’t we?” She sighed.
“You’re just realizing that now? I came to terms with that years ago.” She looked down at Jan, lightly playing with her hair. “But think of it this way, our lives wouldn’t be nearly as interesting if we had a normal amount of functioning brain cells.”
“I guess so.” Jan looked up at Crystal. “Will you teach me how to smoke? At least that way I’ll have an excuse for the lack of brain function.”
Crystal laughed and nodded, opening her drawer to take out her pipe and stash. “Wow, I can’t believe this is driving you to drugs,” she teased, sitting Jan back upright before packing a bowl. “I’ll go first, okay? Watch me,” she said before lighting up and taking a hit.
Jan watched attentively, making sure she mimicked her roommate’s movements to a T. So when Crystal handed her the pipe, she was able to take a hit and only coughed a little bit. “Did I do it right?” she asked, handing the pipe back and fanning the smoke away from her face.
“Honestly, you did better than I expected. Good job,” Crystal praised, taking another hit. “Go open the window, though.”
“Yay, you know how important doing a good job is to me.” Jan hummed as she got up and opened the window, taking a moment to look down at the city below. Maybe it was the high, but everything suddenly seemed so much more interesting. “We live in such a cool place, don’t we?”
Crystal laughed, laying back to watch her. “Some say it’s the greatest city in the world. And I only have Springfield to compare it to, so it may as well be.”
Jan threw herself back onto the bed. “I’m sure Missouri has some redeeming qualities,” she offered.
“I guess.” She shrugged. “But Manhattan has my two favorite girls in it, so it’ll never measure up.”
“Aw, I love how mushy you get when you’re high.” Jan hummed and poked her cheek. “Everything is gonna work out for you and Gigi, I just know it,” she added, booping her nose instead.
Crystal set the pipe back in her drawer and pulled Jan to lay with her. “And you and Nicky will be French kissing in no time,” she promised. She looked at her friend fondly, amused at how Jan seemed to get especially touchy-feely when she got high, and she honestly needed a bit of affection after the emotional roller-coaster she had been on when it came to Gigi. If nothing else, she and Jan would come away from this with their friendship stronger than ever.
#rpdr fanfiction#jan sport#nicky doll#gigi goode#crystal methyd#crygi#jan x nicky#lesbian au#university au#college au#signed sealed delivered#joley#s12
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Signed, Sealed, Delivered | (3/?)
Title: Signed, Sealed, Delivered
Summary: Jan is in love with her French pen pal, Nicky. Her roommate, Crystal, is in love with her best friend, Gigi. A (perhaps ill-thought out) plan emerges: give Nicky a reason to visit by inviting her to Crystal and Gigi’s wedding. With a month to pull the scheme together, no one knows how this will end up.
Word Count: ~2.9k (this chapter) / ~8.6k (total)
Relationship(s): Sportsdoll (Jan Sport/Nicky Doll), Crygi (Crystal Methyd/Gigi Goode
Rating: T (so far)
Read on AO3
as always, thanks to @janssports for beta-ing ♥
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It was well into the middle of the night when Crystal let herself into Jan’s room. She hesitated, unsure if she really needed to bother her friend with her problems. But the anxiety of being alone with her thoughts any longer won out and she gently placed her hand on Jan’s shoulder, slowly shaking her awake.
Jan was sleeping on her side, facing away from Crystal, but she flopped onto her back as her eyes opened, though not all the way at first. “Huh?” she rubbed her eyes, though with it being completely dark and her glasses on her nightstand, she didn’t actually see anything beyond the vaguest details. What she could make out was just enough for her to be reassured that she was, in fact, looking at Crystal and not a sleep paralysis demon.
“I can’t sleep,” Crystal explained, sitting down at the edge of the bed and running a hand through her hair. She sat hunched over and looked down. “I feel like I’m freaking myself out over nothing, like I’m going crazy.”
“Oh, sweetie…” There was sympathy in Jan’s voice, and she sat up quickly, pausing only to adjust her tank top so she wasn’t still partially exposed. She shifted over in bed so Crystal could lay comfortably, waiting until her roommate was looking and gesturing for her to do so. “You’re not going crazy, okay? Tell me what’s on your mind.”
Crystal laid down and curled up against her friend’s side. “I’m worried that something’s gonna go wrong and Gigi’s going to end up hating me, or I’m just going to fall irrevocably in love with her and she’s gonna find out and never talk to me again,” she confessed.
Jan frowned. “Hey, you listen to me,” she said gently, brushing Crystal’s hair off of her face. “Your friendship with Gigi is incredibly strong, you guys are close. I don’t think she could ever hate you, especially over feelings you can’t control. Maybe worst case scenario, she doesn’t feel the same way. I don’t think she would just drop you like that. I don’t think that for a second.”
It did make Crystal feel a little better, because she could tell Jan meant everything she said. That was one thing she could always count on from her—sincerity. She believed it was part of why Jan was so naturally kind and thoughtful. “I hope you’re right, I just… I hate to think of who I’d be without her.”
“You’d still be you,” Jan replied without missing a beat. “You’d still be Crystal Elizabeth Methyd, and no crush could ever change that.”
“Thanks, Jan,” she exhaled, expression settling into a warm smile. She hugged her tightly, still staying close when she let go. “You know, maybe if this doesn’t work out, and we’re still single in ten years…”
Jan giggled and kissed the top of her head. “We’ll elope in Vegas,” she playfully promised, nudging Crystal’s side with her knee. “Now let’s get to sleep.”
—
Jan had raced back to the apartment after her morning class, from the outside it looked like she had an emergency to attend to. But no, it was a text from Nicky that read ‘skype me when you can, i have something to show you :),’ and she certainly couldn’t keep her waiting.
After a quick freshen up, Jan sat in front of her laptop and called Nicky. “Hi, sweetie. What’s going on?” she asked brightly.
Nicky seemed just as excited to hear from her. “I finally perfected a new song, and I learned it because it makes me think of you,” she explained, practically bouncing in her seat. “I’m going to start now, yes?” She waited for the go-ahead from Jan before playing the music and starting to sing.
And Jan recognized the song instantly, “Hey There Delilah,” and she thought it was very cute. Obviously it was because she lived in New York City–there was no other explanation that she could come up with. She knew how much Nicky likes little referential things like that, how the songs she picks are always for a specific reason, and she found it so endearing.
When the song was done, Jan applauded gleefully. She loved Nicky’s singing voice; it was softer and more subdued than her own, which she found pleasant and relaxing. “Aw, that was so sweet. And you’ve been sounding so good lately, I’m fully impressed.”
“You’re not just saying that?” Nicky asked, grinning from ear to ear. “Because you can tell me if I need to improve on anything.”
“I’m not just saying anything, gorg,” she readily assured. “I know you can handle constructive criticism, but you totally don’t even need it. And that was such a cute song choice.”
Nicky had a slightly strained look on her face, one that could’ve read ‘I have more to say’ if Jan had picked up on it. But she was able to swallow her thoughts with her penpal none the wiser. “I was hoping you would think so.”
“I swear, I’m gonna find a pretty French song and learn it for you,” Jan promised. She had mentioned it before, but had yet to actually sit down and follow through. While she could pick up an English song pretty quickly, singing in another language would take extra time and effort, which, of course, she would put in for Nicky in a heartbeat.
“I would love to see that,” she beamed, the fact that Jan would go out of her way to learn a song in a language she didn’t speak made her feel all sorts of warm and fuzzy inside. “I could give you suggestions if you want.”
Jan shook her head and waved her hands in front of her face. “No, no, no, I want it to be a surprise. I’ll just keep searching until I find the right one, it’ll come to me, and then you’ll be wooed.”
“What is ‘wooed’?”
Realizing what she had said brought a blush to Jan’s face, and she had to think fast, lest she try to explain her way out of that. “It means impressed.”
Nicky didn’t question that, just nodding along. Jan must have been used to filling in the blanks with her English, and she was always so kind about it. “I know I will be. Anyway, I have to get going, but I’ll talk to you later,” she said, and their call ended soon after.
—
Crystal looked around as she and Gigi walked into the secondhand store. She couldn’t quite explain how, but it was just different from the ones she would frequent. It was more organized, less weird. Considering they came here with a specific purpose, it was probably for the best. They couldn’t get too distracted—they were on the hunt for something they could pass off as a wedding dress for Crystal.
“It doesn’t have the usual thrift store smell,” Crystal observed as she looked around.
Gigi tilted her head as her brows knitted together. “Which is…”
“Mothballs, mostly.”
“Duly noted.” Gigi nodded, a soft laugh mixed into her words. “Hopefully you’ll be able to make do without smelling like a grandma’s attic,” she said as they walked through the store, off to the side where the nicer dresses were kept.
Crystal looked through the racks, only to realize after sifting through prom dresses that all the wedding dresses were kept towards the other end. “Wow, these are nice.”
“You pick out whichever one you like, baby,” Gigi cooed playfully. She came around to the whole fake relationship thing quick enough, and she did get a kick out of teasing Crystal about it. “Just as long as the one you like is within the two hundred dollar budget.”
“Don’t worry, I’m a cheap date.” After about ten minutes of browsing, Crystal’s eyes locked on a dress and went wide. “That one. That has to be it,” she said, grabbing it off the rack and running into the dressing room before Gigi could even get a good look at it. She had one of the store employees lace the back up, wanting it to be a surprise for her “fiancée.”
Crystal walked back out with a broad grin on her face and rosiness in her cheeks. “Okay, what do you think?” She twirled around to show off the dress. It was elegant, yet playful - a strapless with a straight-across neckline, mermaid style with ruffles of tulle as the tail.
Gigi’s eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. It was like the moment in a romantic comedy where the nerdy girl gets a makeover and the popular guy realizes she was the one for him all along. But it wasn’t a makeover, it was still the Crystal she knew, just in a pretty dress. And she would never consider herself shallow enough to let someone’s appearance change her perception of them, but something about the way her best friend looked in a wedding dress that fit like it was tailored to her body just made her feel something. “You look amazing!”
“You really think so?” she finally stood in place after being too excited to stop twirling around. “I know I’d have to wear like, a better bra, but other than that, it’s perfect.”
“Perfect is exactly the word I’d use,” Gigi agreed, collecting herself so she no longer felt so breathless. “Get changed and we can go pay for it,” she said as she helped Crystal off the platform that was set in front of the mirrors.
Crystal felt like she was on cloud nine as they left the store. It may not have been her actual wedding she was shopping for, but the way that dress made her feel gave her a rush of excitement either way. Sure, part of that might have been due to the fact that it allowed her to further indulge in the fantasy that she and Gigi were actually together, but she wasn’t about to let that detail ruin her mood.
“We should have a photoshoot,” Gigi mused, already planning it out in her mind. “I have a photographer friend that owes me a favor, we could set up something cute in the park.”
“Oh, I love that,” Crystal nodded. While yes, it would help make the fake wedding more believable, she was more interested in the idea that she would have a tangible reminder of herself and Gigi posed as an engaged couple. If nothing ever came of this, at least she would be able to look back and pretend or think about ‘what if.’
Gigi checked her phone. “I’ll text them later.” She shoved her hands into her pockets as they walked back towards Crystal’s apartment. “How do you think people know when they’re in love?” she asked casually, looking up at the sky.
Crystal’s heart leapt into her throat and she swallowed thickly to push it back into place. She wanted to answer honestly, but she also didn’t want to give too good of a description and make Gigi suspicious. “I don’t think it’s the same for anyone,” she mused. “I think it’s like… You’re just hanging out with someone just like any other day, then they look at you and smile and you suddenly realize you want them more than anyone in the world.”
“Huh, that makes a lot of sense. Usually I have to get you high to get that sort of whimsy out of you,” she hummed, bumping shoulders with her.
“What about you?” Crystal took the focus off of herself as soon as she could. “How do you think people know when they’re in love?”
Gigi pressed her lips into a fine line, wondering why she asked something she didn’t have her own answer to. “I think the world just becomes a little brighter. You know, the sun shines brighter, the flowers seem to bloom more, the air feels lighter. Like… just existing feels better because you’re in love,” she told her.
“I guess love songs make a whole lot of sense when you put it that way.” Crystal had to admit, something about Gigi’s description made her heart melt. Sure, she knew it didn’t mean Gigi felt that way at all, let alone about her. But the sentiment, the fact that Gigi didn’t look at love as cynically as she had in the past, sent a pleasant chill through her body.
“You'd think that people would have had enough of silly love songs,” Gigi joked in an almost-singing tone, then looked at Crystal expectantly.
And Crystal didn’t miss a beat. “I look around me and I see it isn't so,” she cooed, not attempting to sing.
They both laughed at the sheer corniness of that, but at the same time found each other to be endearing for it.
—
Once again, it was late at night. This time Crystal and Jan were on Crystal’s bed, as it was just a bit bigger than Jan’s (as the trade-off, Jan had the better view), sitting cross-legged with the leftover takeout they were still picking at between them.
“Are you in love with Nicky?” Crystal asked between forkfuls of fried rice.
Jan, on the other hand, set her fork down to think. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I have such strong feelings for her… But to be in love with someone, I feel like, requires some sort of reciprocity, and I have no idea how she feels.” She hadn’t given too much thought into defining her feelings towards Nicky; usually, if she thought about it for too long, she would be overwhelmed with yearning and just end up feeling sad.
“What about unrequited love?”
“It’s different,” Jan shook her head. “That’s just loving someone. To be in love with someone isn’t something you can do on your own, at least in my opinion.” She paused to finish her food. “Why? Do you think you’re in love with Gigi?”
Crystal shrugged, setting the now empty containers on her end table. “Dunno, guess that’s why I asked. I think I do love her in a way, I just can’t explain it, but it’s definitely why pretending to plan a wedding with her has felt like… If I could bottle this feeling and get high off of it, I’d never need weed again.”
Jan nodded as she laid down. “I think that’s sweet.” She smiled. “It’s kind of like being able to play out a fantasy, huh?”
“Maybe.” She chuckled. “Most of the fantasies I’ve had about Gigi can’t exactly be acted out in public, you know.”
“Not with that attitude.”
Crystal laughed and shoved Jan playfully. “Shut up!”
Jan giggled lightly, then picked her head up and dropped it on Crystal’s lap. “We’re kind of stupid, aren’t we?” She sighed.
“You’re just realizing that now? I came to terms with that years ago.” She looked down at Jan, lightly playing with her hair. “But think of it this way, our lives wouldn’t be nearly as interesting if we had a normal amount of functioning brain cells.”
“I guess so.” Jan looked up at Crystal. “Will you teach me how to smoke? At least that way I’ll have an excuse for the lack of brain function.”
Crystal laughed and nodded, opening her drawer to take out her pipe and stash. “Wow, I can’t believe this is driving you to drugs,” she teased, sitting Jan back upright before packing a bowl. “I’ll go first, okay? Watch me,” she said before lighting up and taking a hit.
Jan watched attentively, making sure she mimicked her roommate’s movements to a T. So when Crystal handed her the pipe, she was able to take a hit and only coughed a little bit. “Did I do it right?” she asked, handing the pipe back and fanning the smoke away from her face.
“Honestly, you did better than I expected. Good job,” Crystal praised, taking another hit. “Go open the window, though.”
“Yay, you know how important doing a good job is to me.” Jan hummed as she got up and opened the window, taking a moment to look down at the city below. Maybe it was the high, but everything suddenly seemed so much more interesting. “We live in such a cool place, don’t we?”
Crystal laughed, laying back to watch her. “Some say it’s the greatest city in the world. And I only have Springfield to compare it to, so it may as well be.”
Jan threw herself back onto the bed. “I’m sure Missouri has some redeeming qualities,” she offered.
“I guess.” She shrugged. “But Manhattan has my two favorite girls in it, so it’ll never measure up.”
“Aw, I love how mushy you get when you’re high.” Jan hummed and poked her cheek. “Everything is gonna work out for you and Gigi, I just know it,” she added, booping her nose instead.
Crystal set the pipe back in her drawer and pulled Jan to lay with her. “And you and Nicky will be French kissing in no time,” she promised. She looked at her friend fondly, amused at how Jan seemed to get especially touchy-feely when she got high, and she honestly needed a bit of affection after the emotional roller-coaster she had been on when it came to Gigi. If nothing else, she and Jan would come away from this with their friendship stronger than ever.
#boy if this gave meggie sportsmethyd tease i can only imagine how yall are gonna feel#crygi#sportsdoll#rpdr rpf#rpdr fanfiction
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Fuckboi Troubles pt 4
I had decided to visit my parents because I just needed a break from everybody else. After telling Erik off last night Marcus again insisted that I move in with him which was stupid asf. Why would I move in with him after what I’m still trying to get out of. There’s nothing that’s going to stop Marcus from leaving like he always does when things get hard. Nicki wasn’t the right kind of advice I needed right now. Her answer for everything was to fuck his shit up and go out drinking afterwards. Each one of them was taking me out of my character and I don’t need that type of negativity in my life right now. My mother has always been my rock in life. No matter what happened in my life I knew that she would have the best advice. My father wasn’t really there when I was a baby but as I got older he showed up more and soon him and Momma where married. My grandma always used to say that he just couldn’t watch a good woman like her walk away.
Their relationship wasn’t easy but both of them tried and put their best effort into it. Dad actually reminds me of Erik from the stories they use to tell us growing up. The difference is my dad never had my momma fighting his hoes. As I pull up I see my mom outside talking to her neighbor about something. “Oh look what God then bought me? Is that my baby I see getting out the car?”, she asks as she walks over to hug me. I laugh as I pull her into a hug.
As we’re rocking back and forth I hear my daddy on the porch say, “Lisa did you get the mail yet or are you still out here being messy with Nita?”
My momma pulls away to look at him, “Shut up Marquis you always saying something.” I walk over to hug my dad as well while he is still talking about how my mom needs to stop being so noisy.
“Mmhm anyway where that nappy headed boy at? I didn’t hear his loud ass mouth or your momma talking about ha damn son in law.” My dad says looking at my car and back at me.
I look down at my feet trying to think of a way to tell them that Erik and I aren’t together anymore. I knew I was going to have to tell them I just didn’t think it would be this soon. I mean Erik was never my dad’s favorite but he was more tolerable than with my other boyfriends. Mom on the other had absolutely loved Erik from the moment I introduced them. My pops said it was because E reminded her of him when they were our age. We walk towards the house to finish talking inside. As Momma and me sit down my dad heads towards the kitchen, probably to grab a beer. “Now come on baby what’s wrong you didn’t answer our question. Is he coming later so we can have dinner together?”, she says grabbing my hand and squeezing it.
I take a deep breath and say, “We’re not together anymore.” My mom’s face changes to surprise and before she could say anything my dad comes running out of the kitchen.
“Yes thank you Jesus I knew you were listening all those times I prayed to you. Now when do I get my new Cadillac?”, he says looking up at the roof with his hands clasped. I mean I did say E wasn’t my pop’s favorite.
My momma stands up to hit him upside the head, “What do you mean thank you Jesus? My baby is heart broken right now and you wanna praise the lord.” She sits back down to grab my hands again, “Now what did he do baby, you tell me everything.”
I shrug my shoulders, “You know how Erik is lady, he can’t be tied down for to long without wanting to wander.”
My dad sits down in his chair grabbing his plate of chicken, “Now baby it sounds like you not telling all of it. Just spit it out what all went down, I need to know if I have to call your uncles and brothers for a meeting.”
Seeing as how I wasn’t going to get out of this without telling the truth I told them everything. After I was done everything was quiet until my pops says, “So did Nicki get any of the fights recorded?”
My mother turns to look at him, “Marquis that’s what you took from that whole story?” She turns to look at me, “You’re staying here until he moves I can’t let you go back to that mess in that apartment.”
“Now wait a minute now Lisa, what we not gone do is let that little nigga run my babygirl out of her own place.”, he says standing up. “If she moves out then she’ll be running from her problems and that’s never going to stop.” He walks over to me and pulls me up, “Now listen here (Y/N) I’m about to tell you something and I want you to take this with you forever. Don’t you ever think that you’re not beautiful enough to have a man and don’t you ever settle for no little ass boy. If he wants you then he’ll do what needs to be done, if not he wasn’t meant for you.” I feel my eyes start to water but before they can fall he wipes them away. “Dry them eyes what I just say, if he wants you he’ll man his ass up.”
After that we all just talked about life and what’s been going on. I felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders; it was like a breath of fresh air. I had spent most of the day without thinking or even talking about Erik and that felt good. It showed me that if need be I could continue to live without him. Going home however was much different. Nicki text saying that she had something planned and with her record so far that was never good. When I got back home it was loud music playing and to be honest it sounded like a party was going on.
When I walked in I was hit the face with smoke, as I looked around it was a party going on. While I was looking around Katlyn came walking up to me, “Why didn’t you tell me you were planning a party, I could’ve brought something.” I push past her to go looking for Erik knowing this was his fault. I didn’t have to look very far for him since he was on the couch passing around blunt. I grab his arm pulling him up and to my room.
“Man what the fuck is wrong with you can’t you see I was doing something.”, he says trying to get out the room.
“No the question should be have you lost yo raggedy ass mind? What are you doing E, did you forget where we live? All those motherfuckers have to go right now.” I say crossing my arms across my chest.
“Man why you on this shit I was enjoying myself while you were gone.”, he tries to push past me again but I stop him. “What (Y/N) shit do you want some dick or something, why you buggin?”
“Do I want some dick? Nigga me and probably every bitch here then had that dick I’m good. But if you don’t end this party I will and you won’t like how I do it, that’s your only waring.” I move so he can walk past me but before I grab his hand, “You only got five minutes.” He laughs walking past me but little did he know I was in a real hurtful mood. I walk over to my bed and pull my phone out to call Nicki.
“Hey bitch I didn’t know you were throwing a party.”, she says laughing.
“Oh so you got jokes bitch, how you found out about it?” I say rolling over to look at my bedside clock.
“Now you know damn well that Katlyn can’t be quite about shit and Jalen told me.” I swear you can’t trust ha loose lip ass to hold water. “Oh yea and Marcus said that he was going to go to see you.” And there’s my way to stop the party.
“Are you coming to the party or nah?” I say standing up and stretching.
“Nah cause I know yo ass is going to stop it and I got a dick appointment coming soon.” After she said that I heard her doorbell ring. “Would you look at that, well anyway bye bitch hopefully you’ll get some too.” I hang up with her and start walking towards the front door. The party was still going on and Erik was nowhere to be found. As I was walking to the front door I bumped into Marcus.
“Hey I was just about to go looking for you.” I say smiling and grabbing his arm. He laughs and pulls me into a hug. Both of his hands end up on my ass but I don’t mind. I pull away to drag him towards my room. Who cares if E is having a party, I’ve been neglecting myself of dick for too long.
“Where you taking me (Y/N), you don’t wanna enjoy the party?” he says pulling me into a back hug while still walking towards my room.
I look back to smile at him, “We can have a party in my room with just us.” I say making it to my door.
Before he could even close the door all the way I was already pushing him up against the wall. “Damn (Y/N) you really want this huh?” I kiss him to make him shut up, because didn’t really feel like talking right now. Like I said its been a good minute, I lock the door as he walks me back towards the bed while we are still kissing. He lowers me on to the bed and starts kissing and biting me on the neck. As he was doing that he moved his hand to my breast squeezing it in the process. He started grinding his growing erection against me hard. His lips found their way down my collar bone as he started to take off my shirt. Before I could take my bra off all the way he stops me by saying, “(Y/N) are you sure you really want to do this, or are you doing this just to get back at Erik?”
This nigga really wanna have a heart to heart while I’m trying to fuck him. Like do you not understand? I’m trying to get my guts messed up not talk about feelings. I try to pull him down by his neck to give him a kiss but he stops me, “No wait (Y/n) I’m being serious right now, because I honestly have real feelings for you.”
“Marcus I really don’t want to talk about this right now. I mean come on my tiddes all out and shit.”, I say between kisses on his neck.
He unwraps my hands from around his neck as he stands up, “I don’t want you to just use me to get back at him. I mean that’s little kid shit and you can’t always be petty.”
Why me lord? What did I do to deserve this bullshit? All I want is my pussy to be played with that’s all? Is that too much to ask for? I sit up reaching for my shirt, “I just wanna know why is tonight different from the other day on my couch?”
“ I thought about it, and it wasn’t right for me to act like that while you were still grieving.”, he says looking at me. This can not be happening right not, it just can’t be.
“So let me get this shit straight you don’t want to fuck me because you say I’m still grieving? That’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard, I mean come on what nigga is going to turn down pussy?”, I say standing up. I was getting pissed off and it was starting to show.
Marcus rubs his face and looks back at me, “I just didn’t want you to regret it later on.” At this point I’m pacing because I feel like if I don’t I’m going to hit this nigga. Like this kinda shit just doesn’t happen to anybody; I just know my luck isn’t that bad.
I suddenly stop and turn back towards him, “You know what; you’re exactly right Marcus I am grieving.” I reach and pull his arm to throw him out of my room, “In fact I’m in such a bad place that you can get the fuck out.” I push him out and close the door in his face before he could say anything. I turn back towards my bed and plop face down on it. I try to think of something to do or say; anything to take my mind off of the sensation that’s rising in my chest. I feel tears start to form in my eyes but I wipe them away. If I can’t fuck Marcus I’ll just pick some nigga from the party.
I get up and open the door to see that Marcus is gone and that the hallway is empty. I walk down the hall to see that the party is actually starting to die down. Maybe Erik really did listen to me for once. I see that Erik is on the couch drinking, while there are a couple of other people scattered around. I walk towards the kitchen to see who all is in there. It wasn’t anybody in there expect for Dwayne, who was digging around the refrigerator. Dwayne was definitely the most chill person I’ve ever meet. He acted like Erik but he wasn’t as loud or outgoing as him. He was the type to sit back and peep shit, but never tell anybody.
I walk up to him putting my hand on his back, “Hey Dwayne. What you doing?”
He jumps when I touch him and looks back, “Man (Y/n) I didn’t know who you were rubbing on me like that.”
I laugh looking him up and down. Yea Dwayne would be perfect for my plan. It was only a plus that he was sexy asf. He was a sexy dark skin with a fade and some nice white teeth. I grab a bottle of Hennessey, “You trying to drink with me or what?” I ask looking him in the eyes while reaching for a cup.
I had two cups of Hennessey…. I think, it didn’t matter though because one second I was getting drunk with Dwayne and the next we’re back in my room about to fuck. Now when I say about to fuck I really mean we’ve been at it for about an hour, don’t ask me what happened in that hour cause I swear I can’t recall any of it. Right now I was riding him and I use riding very loosely cause this nigga was definitely doing all the work.
He was gripping tightly on my ass as he was pumping inside me. I buried my face into his chest and just let him go at it. My whole body was shaking from the sensations my body was going through. I gasped and cried out as his dick rubbed against my g-spot. I was right there on the edge about to fall off, but before I could he stopped and flipped us over. “ Dwayne what the fuck are you doing I was about to come.”, I say looking up at him.
He slaps my ass while saying, “I know I just wanna look you in yo face when I paint your insides.” He better be glad that was sexy or I would have hit him upside his head and thank goodness I’m on birth control. He reentered me and we both moaned in unison as he bottomed out. He switched from fast and shallow to slow and deep. After a while he asked if I was ready to come with him. The only problem was I couldn’t really form a complete sentence, so I just nodded my head and hoped he understood. But it seemed like he had other plans, when out of nowhere he started jackhammering in my pussy.
“ I said are you ready to come with me babygirl ?”, he asked looking me in the eye.
“ Yes Dee I’m ready for us to come together.”, I say leaning my head back as I felt it getting closer. After I said that he started going even faster and after a couple of minutes we orgasmed at the same time. I was spent, I couldn’t even attempt to move around so I just stayed where I was at.
“Damn girl you tired tired huh?”, Dee said laughing and moving me over to lay beside me.
I turned to hit him on his chest, “Shut yo ass up Dwayne cause that wasn’t funny.” After that we settled into a comfortable silence neither of us wanting to say anything. That was the last thing I remembered before falling asleep. When i woke up it was light outside and Dwayne was still in bed, but now he was holding onto me tightly.
I was about to go back to sleep until I heard someone clear their throat out. When I looked over I saw Erik standing in my door with his arms crossed. Damn it Dee must have left and didn’t lock the door when he came back. “So you just out here fucking my homeboys huh?”, he says walking in the room.
I stand up and grab Dee’s shirt off the floor, “Omg can you leave me the fuck alone already?” I push past him to go to the bathroom and pee, but i should have known he wasn’t going to leave this alone. I was quick enough to close and lock the door but then again when has that ever stopped him.
As I’m peeing I can hear him moving around and looking for something. I then hear him at the door rattling the doorknob and a little while after that the door is opened. “We not done with this conversation Y/n, so you think you can just go and fuck my friends like that shit cool?”, he says closing the door behind him and locking it again.
“Nigga what does it matter who I fucked, like are you hearing yourself? How is it that you can go around dipping and dabbing in every bitch you see yet I fuck one nigga other than you and I’m the hoe. Like I said the other day we not together anymore, so guess what I can pop my pussy for whoever the fuck I want. Nigga I will go fuck all yo homeboys if I damn near please and if you keep talking slick at the mouth Imma go fuck yo daddy and make you my stepson!!!” I say getting in his face.
Now in hindsight I shouldn’t have said I was going to fuck his dad especially since they aren’t on good terms right now and he’s really sensitive about that. After I said it his face changed dramatically. “Bitch what you just say to me?”, he got in my face backing me up against the counter. “Y/n I will choke the shit outta you, you better stop fucking playing with me.”
I’m not gone lie I was scared but my Momma ain’t raise no bitch so I stood my ground. “Choke me then Erik and I swear I’ll call my brothers to come fuck you up.” I try to push past him but before i could he grabs my arm hard as shit and slams me against the door.
He looks me in the eyes as he loosely grabs my throat, “Who says you’ll be able to make it to the phone Y/n?” He starts to tighten his hands around my throat a little at a time. When I try to move his hands away he tells me to stop.
I look him in the eyes as I move my hand along the counter looking for the scissors. “So what you gone kill me E huh, you gone choke me right here.”
He looks me in the eyes as he thinks about it and finally he lets me go, but not before he pets my cheek and saying, “You know I wouldn’t do nothing like that. I love you girl you know that, no matter how much you piss me off.” He steps back from me when there is a knock on the bathroom door.
“Man what the hell you doing in there E?”, Dee says banging on the door and trying to open it up. Erik let’s me move past him so that he could open the door.
When he opens it he starts to size Dwayne up, because like I said they were very similar to each other. Even the build of their bodies were the same. Dwayne looks at E and moves past him to get to me. I couldn’t believe this nigga had the nerve to put his hands on me and he had the nerve to say that I wouldn’t be alive long enough to call my family.
I couldn’t stay in this place anymore, I feared that if I did I wouldn’t make it another day.
Whoooo that was a lot to type and the ending was kinda improvised but I was sitting on this for a good lil minute. So I was like lets start updating this again.
Hope you guys enjoy this part and that you guys aren’t to mad at me for taking so long to update this.
#erik killmonger imagine#Erik killmonger x Reader#poc!reader#woc!reader#black panther imagine#black!reader#x reader#x reader imagine#x reader smut
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28/50 - “I didn’t lose it, I just misplaced it.”
Fandom: All for the Game/The Foxhole Court
Characters/pairings: The Foxes, Wymack/matt x dan
Summary: Matt can’t find the wedding rings.
A/N:
“I woke up. I rolled over to cuddle with Dan and realized she wasn’t there. I remembered why she wasn’t there.” Matt smiled then went back to telling Wymack and two of his groomsmen every single detail of his morning. “I took a shower and brushed my teeth. I got dressed. I made breakfast - I did not drop the rings in the food because I put them on the table ... I think?”
“You think?” Neil repeated.
“I know,” Matt said, still sounding uncertain. “I didn’t let them out of my sight.”
Aaron sighed from his chair. “You’re rich. Just go buy new ones. I’ll go.”
Matt balked. “No, no. It was my great great grandma’s ring. My mom wore it and her mom wore it and her mom -”
“Oh, then you’re screwed.”
“I hope this happens to you when you and Katelyn get married,” Matt said, frowning.
“If it does,” Aaron answered back. “I’ll just buy new ones because I don’t have a great great great great great grandma’s ring to give her.”
Neil tilted his head. “It was only two greats.”
Wymack cleared his throat and Matt said, “Then, um, I cleaned - I ate breakfast and cleaned up. Brushed my teeth?”
“Matt.”
“What?” He turned to Neil. “I’m sorry. I can’t remember everything. I’ve been too excited and the whole morning is a blur. Dan’s gonna kill me.”
“Why?”
Matt jumped and all of the men turned to see Allison sticking her head around the door. “What?”
“Why is Dan going to kill you?” she asked, letting herself into the room. She looked amazing - more than amazing even in the obnoxious Fox orange dress.
“We’re not dressed,” Aaron said but made no move to put on a shirt or pants.
Allison’s eyes moved from Aaron leaning back in his boxers to Neil in a ratty t-shirt and briefs to Matt in his unbuttoned collared shirt and undone tie. She shrugged. “You’re not naked. Why is Dan going to kill Matt?”
“On the table!” Matt whooped. Allison arched a perfect brow and Matt turned to Neil excitedly. “The table by the front door.”
“You’re sure?” Neil questioned, holding up his phone.
“One hundred fifty billion million trillion percent.” Matt picked Neil up and swung him around.
Neil smiled and didn’t tell Matt to put him down. “I’ll tell Andrew to get them.”
“While you’re at it, text Nicky and tell him he and Erik better be here in the next thirty minutes.”
“You forgot the rings?” Allison asked, voice flat.
Matt set Neil down and stuck his tongue out at Allison. “No.” Then, “Don’t tell Dan. Please.”
Allison pointed at him and said, “As long as they’re here in time. I didn’t spend a year planning this wedding for you to mess up the one job I gave you, Boyd.”
She threw an accusing glance at all of them. Wymack gave her a wink and a thumbs up. Aaron rolled his eyes and Neil just ignored it. Allison gave him that look a lot.
Fifteen minutes later the door flew open again but this time it was Nicky. He gave a wide grin and rushed forward. Matt was the first one to greet him. Neil secretly loved getting hugs but he didn’t want them to know because he had a feeling they’d all overcompensate and he wouldn’t love them so much. Matt and Nicky unarguably gave the best hugs.
“Neil!” Nicky wrapped him in a bear hug and kissed both of his cheeks.
“Hey, Nicky,” Neil said.
He turned to Coach and threw his arms dramatically around him even though it’d only been a month since he left for Germany. Coach pretended to be exasperated by his behavior but asked, “You’ve been doing okay? You don’t need anything?”
Nicky’s smile was so huge Neil thought his face might split. Then he turned to his cousin. Aaron had only been watching the reunion, mouth in a straight line, looking like he was having an internal battle.
Finally, he stood up and Neil almost thought his eyes were playing tricks on him when he wrapped his arms tightly around Nicky’s middle. Not even Nicky said anything but his eyes were watery.
Aaron quickly stepped away and studied Nicky.
“Where’s Andrew?” Nicky asked.
“He should be here soon,” Neil said. “He got in pretty late last night.”
Matt handed Nicky a suit. “Hurry and get changed. And comb your hair.”
Neil’s phone rang and he answered. “Did you get them?” He waited for the response then asked, “Are you sure?” He turned to Matt. “They’re not there.”
Matt’s face paled. “No, they have to be.” He sunk into a fancy chair.
“Want Andrew to pick a couple of replacements up?” Neil asked.
“You lost the rings?” Nicky asked, mouth open wide. “Matt! You had one job!”
“I know, I know,” he said miserably.
“Tell Andrew to get a couple of nice rings for the ceremony,” Nicky commanded. “We’ll have to find the others later.”
Wymack offered Matt a hand up. “You need to go tell Dan.”
Matt tentatively knocked on the door to the bridal room. He felt absolutely nauseated and like he didn’t deserve Dan. He had one job. One.
Allison stuck her head out and said, “What is it? You know you’re not allowed to see her.”
Matt swallowed, then swallowed again.
“Oh, fuck,” Allison muttered.
“She probably won’t want to marry me after this but I won’t look at her,” Matt said quietly, still miserable.
Allison sighed and closed the door. He heard her calling out and then she led the procession of bridesmaids out the door.
“No peeking,” Dan’s stage sister reminded him.
He backed into the room.
“Matt?” Dan said. “What’s up?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re not getting cold feet are you?” she teased.
Matt sighed. He felt her slip her hand into his. “It’s about the rings.”
Dan went suddenly still, her hand limp. “You lost them?”
“I thought I - I know I left them on the front table,” Matt said, head hanging. “But Andrew just went to check and they’re not there. I don’t know where else they would be.”
“You let the monster into our house?”
“To get the rings.” Matt closed his eyes and tried not to cry. He had ruined the day. “He’s going to pick up new rings for the ceremony.”
“To replace the ones you lost.” Dan’s voice was tight and he felt her shivering. She took her hand away.
Matt felt horrible. His heart was racing a million miles an hour or it was long gone. He didn’t know which. “I didn’t lose [them], I just -”
“Misplaced [them].” Dan said and Matt realized she was smiling as she slipped her hand back in his.
He stopped breathing. “No.” He took his hand away and looked at what she had given him. “Are you kidding me?”
He whirled around and Dan screeched. He closed his eyes swiftly and said, “You had them the whole time? What the hell, Dan?”
“Hey,” she said, grabbing both of his hands. “Don’t swear at your almost wife.”
“What? When? Why? Allison knew?” He resisted the urge to open his eyes and gawk.
“I forgot my something blue,” Dan explained. “When we stopped by the house, you were gone but the rings were on the table.”
Matt groaned. “I was about to shit myself, Dan. I thought I’d ruined everything.”
“Seriously?” Dan rested her arms lightly on his shoulders. “You thought forgetting the rings would make me not marry you? Matthew Donovan Boyd, you should know better than that. I’ve been waiting to be your wife since the night the Monsters took you to Columbia.”
Matt leaned forward til he felt her forehead touching his. “I - really?”
Dan shrugged. “Maybe.” She kissed him softly. “I would marry you in the middle of the desert, sweaty as fuck, if you puked on my dress, or toppled the fucking ginormous wedding cake.”
“Really?” Matt asked again, feeling warm and tingly again now that the rings had been located.
“Yes, but don’t do any of that.”
“Okay.”
She kissed him again just as Allison knocked on the door. “Okay, you sickeningly sweet lovebirds. It’s time.”
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TNT’s Animal Kingdom
Season 2, Episode 11: “The Leopard”
Directed by Michael Morris
Written by Eliza Clark
* For a recap & review of the previous episode, “Treasure” – click here
* For a recap & review of the next episode, “You Will Be Gutted” – click here
Craig (Ben Robson) and Renn (Christina Ochoa) are off gambling, having fun together like before; before he left her for dead to OD in a bathroom by herself. Not sure if that’s something someone can ever get past, though she did get him back pretty damn good. Either way, they’re having a ball. For now.
Back at the bar, Deran (Jake Weary) is flat off his ass busy. Then Adrian (Spencer Treat Clark) shows up, he’s got something for him: a picture of Deran surfing a wave. He found it while packing, heading out for “one last shot” at a competition. The picture’s from the last competition Deran won. They remember younger days, perhaps in many ways better times. The two kiss, and then Adrian heads off. These two are so sweet together, man. I want Deran to fully embrace his own life, his sexuality, and it’d be great to see the two of them last.
Hard to when things are going so sour. Baz (Scott Speedman) is looking through a bunch of Smurf’s (Ellen Barkin) belongings from storage. In a suitcase he finds fake IDs for her, a bunch of things. Including a file marked BLACKWELL, evidently containing police photographs of marks on a young Barry’s barely teenage body, bruises and strap marks all over the back. Like walking back into the past, into a nightmare.
Great juxtaposed pictures, from the better times in Deran’s life to Baz and the darkest moments of his own. Impressive, emotional visual that sort of weaves through the opening ten minutes here.
What’s more interesting? Last time Smurf was at Barry’s place, she left a bug. She hears everything he and Lucy (Carolina Guerra) are saying, about her, about Pope (Shawn Hatosy), Marco (Joseph Julian Soria); all of it.
Speaking of Pope, he and Amy (Jennifer Landon) are closer, but they’ve each got issues. She laments her mistakes, the situation of her son that she put him in. And strangely enough, in a weird irony, Pope’s the one giving her moral support. While his own morality is a topsy, turvy sea of shit.
Things between J (Finn Cole) and Nicky (Molly Gordon) are changing. She and Craig are officially not together. But that doesn’t necessarily mean these two are falling into a relationship, though it looks more possible now. J has other things to worry about, grandma’s rushing around rambling about cash, so he helps her dig up a box in the yard with a nice few stacks. She tells him about Baz ripping her off, too. Scared to see how she’ll manipulate her grandson here, if she’s going to find out his part in it.
Marco finds Craig in a pile of naked women, they were supposed to meet. He’s got keys for Craig, to take a car for him, bring it to another location. Drugs, he assumes. Until Marco leaves and Craig hears someone, muffled, calling from the trunk. Oh, fucking great! The Cody boys have got themselves in some bullshit again.
At the house, Baz comes over to talk to Smurf. He admits to stealing it, straight up. Even gives J a share before he heads out for the day. Baz is trying to cut a deal with her, to keep the family together. Essentially it’s a take the deal or not-type situation, except for the fact she doesn’t have much else left to lose, does she? What’s Baz really trying to do here?
Oh, and Pope, he’s following Catherine’s cop friend Patrick (Dorian Missick). Hope he ain’t thinking what I think he’s thinking…
Not knowing what to do Craig takes the guy in the trunk to Deran’s bar. When they tie the guy down to take off his gag, the young guy tells them: “You‘re dead.” Seems he’s got an important father. The gruesome behaviour he describes, sounds like a cartel sort of man.
There are big moves happening in the family. Baz has long had power of attorney over the family’s ultimate finances. Now, Smurf’s handing that over to J; he holds that power from here on. This could turn ugly. And I’m not totally convinced that she isn’t playing it that way.
Pope confronts Patrick at a restaurant, blaming him for putting too much stress on Catherine. Of course the cop believes Baz killed her, and he already knows that Smurf had her oldest son torch Catherine’s parents and their house. Pope is playing a dangerous game. Afraid he might be going a bit far off the rails.
Baz meets with his dad down at the scrapyard where he works. Pops is sober three months, working again obviously. His son shows him one of those Polaroids. Then he’s told about Smurf having him worked over with a pipe brutally back in the day. Deserved it, though. No happy reunion in this family’s future.
We see that the kid Marco took, Alejandro (Gustavo Gomez), has a dad who’s a cop. Likely a dirty one, by the sounds of what we’ve heard so far. A particularly nasty one, too. Simultaneously, Renn shows up; perfect timing! She’s there to get money she floated Craig for their trip to Vegas. “Baller” shit went down, apparently. Private plane, all that jazz. At the same time, Deran isn’t happy with his newer life being infringed upon by their family and their madness. This leads to arguments over him not being able to have anything individual, it’s always a Deran-Craig thing, from surfing to the bar to all their criminal idiocy. Deran says once he’s fully bought the bar, he’s out. Finito.
Then they discover Alejandro escaped in the time they took to yell at each other. Good job, lads! They’re able to chase him down. In the process Deran takes a rusty nail to the leg, before Craig lays a beat down on him. But Alejandro says it’s only because he believes he’ll be killed in the process of him getting handed over. He’s afraid for his life. The plot thickens.
Pope brings the new information on Catherine, via Patrick, to his mother. He boils over with anger, screaming at Smurf that she didn’t talk to the cops. He’s so angry he could nearly kill her. It’s almost as if he wants to, then when he grabs hold of her he breaks down in tears. A tortured fucking soul.
Baz makes a call to the Sheriff’s Department. Is he about to drop a bomb(/a dime)?
Elsewhere, Pope meets with Amy. He asks if “forgiveness is possible” and says he’s done something horrible. He reveals that he killed a woman he loved. HOLY FUCK! This horrifies Amy rightly. This will only serve to alienate Pope further, and I can’t blame her for her reaction one bit. Also can’t believe he said that to her.
Later that night, Craig and Deran hand the kid over with Marco to the people waiting. Alejandro’s dragged away pleading. The Codys get a fat envelope of cash, for their morality. Before they can leave a woman returns to pistol whip Marco. Far cry from the family just thieving, not hurting others.
And on her way home, Smurf gets pulled over by the cops. You guessed it, they’ve got her surrounded. Back at her house, Baz walks in. Getting a beer from the fridge. Like he owns the place. Maybe he does now. We’ll see.
Fuck, there’s so much happening at once, and the major bit is what will happen to Smurf next? Baz has really put her in a corner. I worry she’ll come out swinging harder than he expects, harder than he can parry. Who knows.
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Fluent Freshman - Part 24
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“What do you MEAN Smithy is in the hospital with a stab wound to his stomach?!” Nicky’s own voice is agony for his hangover but honestly, how the fuck else was he supposed to respond when he had asked Andrew where FF was and gotten that as a response.
“Calm down.” Andrew says and he looks tired, looks stressed, and maybe even just…a touch nervous?
Nicky isn’t as good as Neil at reading Andrew Minyard. He doesn’t think anyone will ever be as fluent in the language of Andrew Minyard as Neil Josten but Nicky has picked up some key phrases.
He can see when he’s making a joke that is a step too far. He can see when his cousin wants to kiss Neil but is holding back. He can see when his cousin is stressed.
He can see a guilty curve to Andrew’s spine.
“Andrew, answer me honestly, did you stab my sweet baby freshman?” Nicky asks and he’s not sure if the nausea he feels anymore is from horror or from the sheer number of drinks he had put in his system the night before.
Roland usually cuts him off before he gets this level.
Roland also has a habit of pouring heavier when he’s stressed.
Roland also also tends to make complicated fruity drinks that Nicky likes when he’s stressed.
Andrew’s jaw tenses but it’s Neil who speaks up, “It was an accident. It happened during a fight.” Neil says and Nicky throws his hands up in the air.
“You got into a FIGHT with my sweet baby freshman? Sweet little Smithy? The boy who made brownies that made me feel kinda straight for a dead woman?!” Nicky exclaims and sees Andrew and Neil open their mouths to say something but, “I promised him that if he wanted I’d get him something hard that’d mess his GUTS up but this isn’t what I MEANT.” He lets himself collapse dramatically over the table.
“Nicky, shut up!” Kevin hisses from his spot on the couch.
“When the fuck did Kevin get here?!” Because seriously, how fucked up was Nicky last night that he doesn’t remember Kevin coming on this Columbia trip? Where’d he sit? He couldn’t really remember coming over after Thanksgiving. Had Andrew put Kevin in the trunk? Had Andrew put Nicky in the trunk?
“He came with Wymack.” Neil cut in before Nicky started testing reality. “Wymack is at the hospital since he’s…uh…he’s the…”
“Medical Power of Attorney” Andrew answers.
“Yes! Thank you, the Medical power of attorney for Smith. He needed surgery and Wymack wanted to be nearby in case he had to make any pressing decisions.” Neil explains and yeah that tracks, he knows a little bit about FF’s family and knows that aside from his grandma on his dad’s side the rest can go take a long walk off a short volcano observation platform
“Okay, that explains why Kevin is here….how?! Despite all of the unwarranted advice, Kevin is not a medical professional.” Nicky says before turning to Kevin, “So Kevin, what insane Exy-related reason are you here? Don’t lie and say it’s because you want to sign the get well soon card.” He hisses.
“Fuck you!” Kevin spits, “I need to know how long Smiths is going to be out of commission and what his PT is going to look like. He was supposed to be starting during the spring season.” Kevin growls.
“There it is!” Nicky throws up his hands.
“Nicky, just calm down!” Neil pleads.
“How can I stay calm? Andrew stabbed Smithy! So not only is my favorite freshman in the hospital Andrew’s going to end up back on those god forsaken meds again!” Nicky shouts and buries his face in his hands.
“Smith isn’t going to say that.” Andrew’s voice is calm but Nicky can hear the slight edge.
“Oh yeah?” Nicky asks because he could see FF promising to never mention who stabbed him if Andrew would just spare his life. FF was going to be even MORE of a disaster when it came to his anxiety around Andrew. Nicky wouldn’t be surprised if his friend just straight up dropped out after this. His cousin is safe but he’s absolutely going to lose his friend.
“Because he’s saying Romero Malcolm stabbed him.” Andrew finishes.
Nicky sits up.
“Wait, what?” Nicky asks.
“Last night Romero Malcolm was at Eden’s.” Neil says voice even in a way that lets Nicky know that he’s trying to stay calm, “Smith recognized him, heard he wanted to grab,” Neil swallows thickly, “…grab one of my friends and saw them looking at…” Neil trails off and looks to Andrew who shakes his head, “…around for someone to grab.” Neil seems to decide and Nicky knows when something is being hidden from him but he’s more interested in the story than what Neil is hiding at the moment, “He got Romero’s attention so that he wouldn’t do anything bad in Eden’s and let Roland know to call help. He went out alone into the alley but Romero didn’t follow him.” Neil explains.
“Oh thank god.” Nicky sighs.
“Because he’d alerted Jackson Plank was lying in wait to ambush him.” Neil continues.
“Oh dear god.” Nicky exclaims.
“He uh…” Neil looks to Andrew who shakes his head again, “okay we don’t know exactly HOW Smith managed to do it but he beat Jackson up pretty bad.” Neil explains.
Nicky feels his brain stop working.
He has watched FF trip over his own feet, walk into four different trees, and almost sprain his ankle walking across a flat surface. He knows FF has been watching self-defense videos and had even gotten some pointers from Matt but even Matt had told him his better bet was probably just to yell “WOW WHAT’S THAT OVER THERE?!”, point behind the attacker, and run as fast as humanly possible away from a fight.
Neil is still talking.
Nicky boots back up quickly.
“…a gun. He tackled Romero into Andrew and Andrew’s knife ended up in Smith’s stomach on accident while they were wrestling for the gun. Smith is the one who said he’s going to tell everyone who asks that it was Romero. He even said it to me.” Neil says with an awkward laugh.
“And you believed him.” Andrew says and there’s warmth in his cousin’s eyes as he looks at Neil and teases him.
“And I believed him.” Neil confirms.
“Okay, so you swear to me that you did not INTENTIONALLY stab my BFF?” Nicky asks looking at Andrew seriously.
“BFF, seriously?” Kevin asks.
“Best Freshman Friend.” Nicky answers quickly, “Don’t worry Kevin, you lose out to Matt in all regards for my Best Senior Friend.” He says.
Kevin just flips him off but Nicky turns his attention back to Andrew, “Andrew, I need to hear it.” He says .
“I did not intentionally stab Smith.” Andrew confirms.
Nicky lets the horrified nausea leave him with only his hangover nausea.
“Okay, we can work with that.” Nicky leans back. “Have you heard from that Agent?” he asks looking at Neil.
Neil nods but then looks nervous and shoots a look towards Kevin, “The FBI is sending Browning and a field office agent to talk with us but…Ichirou also contacted me.” He says and Nicky watches as Kevin perks up.
“He did?!” Kevin squawks looking around like he expected the head of the Moriyama family to appear from the shadows.
“He wants to make sure we do our part to keep the Moriyama name out of this. He is going to deal with Romero and Jackson himself.” Neil says looking nervous.
Nicky clenches his eyes shut, “Well you’re not going to mention them right?” he hears Kevin ask.
“Of course not Kevin.” Nicky hears Andrew hiss.
“Good.” Kevin says.
There’s silence in the wake of Neil’s statement.
Nicky takes a deep breath and wishes his head was a little less agonizing. “Why aren’t we at the hospital to see Smithy?” he asks because he has nothing he can do about Ichirou so he may as well put it out of his mind.
There is some grumbling.
“Wymack said that he’ll just make us sit in the waiting room without any updates.” Neil says. “We’re picking up Smith’s grandma from the airport and she’s our ticket to getting an actual update beyond ‘not dead yet’ from Wymack.” He adds.
“What, you really can’t get updates without Wymack?” Nicky asks.
Andrew looks at Nicky and Nicky can’t read a single thing his cousin is thinking.
“What’s Smith’s first name Nicky.” Andrew asks.
“Oh God fucking Dammit.” Nicky’s head hurts too bad for this.
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Duality, Chapter 1 (Crygi) - Metaluna
chapter summary:
On a night at the bar, Gigi meets someone who completely changes her focus, causing her to take a deep look at herself, as well as her own humanity.
A/N: Hey, everyone! I had some very positive feedback, which makes me very happy, since I am having so much fun with this. Follow my Tumblr for headcannons, drabbles that don’t fit, and me screaming about this fic at 4 AM
A huge thank you as always to juno for being the best beta reader, amazing brainstormer, and just an all around amazing person
The entire fic is going to have a TW for blood/death/gore/violence, since it’s a vampire fic lol
93 year later
Visitations were Gigi’s least favorite part of her job. Normally, she made Jackie sit through them, because consoling humans in one of their most vulnerable states made them look even more pathetic than they already were. Anytime one of them would wail uncontrollably while looking at the body of their grandma, she had to hold back an eyeroll. If only they knew what the alternative to death was.
Gigi hadn’t fed in a while, calculating mentally, she realized it had been five days since her last feeding. Normally she didn’t wait that long, but she had double the work since Jackie just had to take her wife on vacation. Again. For the third time that month. As she clenched her fist as hard as she could, she had to maintain laser-sharp focus, or she’d drain every individual in the room.
Without realizing it, Gigi was impatiently tapping her foot as she rubbed the smooth surface of her necklace with her thumb. When that didn’t distract her from her thirst, she clenched her fist hoping the sensation of pain would distract her.
“Are you okay?” one of the family members, the daughter Gigi presumed asked kindly.
“Fine,” Gigi said through gritted teeth.
“I don’t know how you can do this job. I could never see death every day. You made her look really good, though. It’s like she’s sleeping.”
Even though Gigi would love to suck the woman dry, she took pride in her work. “Thank you. Excuse me, I’ll be back in a moment.”
The second Gigi made her way into the prep room, she exhaled sharply. In the back of the cabinet containing embalming fluid was an insulated lunchbox with a thermos in it. Normally, the blood of the bodies made its way into the drain on the sewers. To a vampire, that was a complete waste of sustenance. Although blood from a dead body was the equivalent of drinking flat soda that had been left in the sun for three days after being dehydrated, it was enough to tide her over until she could hunt.
Opening the lid of the thermos, she felt her fangs protrude. Greedily, she drank every drop she could manage. Examining her appearance in the mirror, she returned the lunchbox to the cabinet.
“Thanks, Mrs. Hollinger,” Gigi murmured as the door slammed shut behind her.
“Everything all good?” Jackie, who was in the lobby, asked.
As much as Gigi didn’t want to have someone work with her at the funeral home, she didn’t have a choice. Even a vampire couldn’t single handedly run a business. It wasn’t that Gigi didn’t like Jackie. She didn’t like anyone with a heartbeat. Of all the people who responded to her job listing, Jackie was the only applicant that wasn’t incessantly irritating. Plus, she was good at what she did. Granted, she wasn’t as good at Gigi, but no one was.
Coming down from the wave of euphoria from feeding, Gigi said, “I left my phone in the prep room. Got it now.”
Jackie raised an eyebrow. “Okay. I can finish the visitation if you want to do the rest of the reports.”
What Gigi appreciated most about Jackie other than the fact that she did her job well, was that she knew that Gigi hated visitations. Never had Gigi been so thankful to be doing paperwork.
Before she knew it, five o’clock rolled around, which meant the visitation was over, and it was time to close for the evening. Gigi was up to her eyeballs in embalming reports, she didn’t even realize until Jackie knocked on her office door.
“Do you want me to lock up?” Jackie asked.
“No, I got it. Go get dinner with your wife.” Gigi had worked with Jackie long enough to know that every Thursday, Jackie and her wife, Jan went to dinner.
“Thank you Gigi. See you tomorrow!”
“Have a good evening.”
It wasn’t until Gigi looked down at her palm that she realized how hard she’d clenched her fist earlier in the day. Distinct marks were left behind by each of her nails, but disappeared as she rubbed her palm with her opposite hand. She needed to feed, and as soon as possible. Locking up only took a few minutes, thankfully, and Gigi’s apartment was within walking distance.
Right as Gigi unlocked her door, she was greeted by her cat, who rubbed against her legs. “Hi, Akasha.”
She stood in front of her bathroom mirror as she tried to make her makeup look a little bit more appropriate for someone trying to find company at a bar by lining her eyes heavily with liner, making her blue eyes look all the more brighter. On nights she wanted to feel good about herself, she’d wear tight dresses that left nothing to the imagination. Tonight though, she was so ravenous she changed into the first outfit that wasn’t business casual, a black flowing top with a pair of skin-tight jeans.
“I’ll be home late, don’t wait up for me, baby girl,” she said to Akasha petting her head.
In her 115 years, there were few things she hated as much as bars. Watching couples grind against each other disgusted Gigi. The only thing that she found slightly entertaining was watching men shoot their shot with women, only to be rejected. If she could get headaches, she knew the pounding bassline from uncreative, manufactured pop music would cause one. Although, she had to admit, getting called sooo pretty by drunk girls was validating.
Gigi stood with her back against the bar. Scanning the room, she tried to find an easy target. Some vampires had preferences between male or female victims. Gigi leaned toward men most often, as their vessels were larger, making it much easier to get the most blood possible the fastest, but tonight it didn’t matter. She’d waited too long to feed. In her hunt, she didn’t notice the most perfect target standing right next to her.
The woman was unlike anyone Gigi had ever seen, which was really saying something. Her wild hair was wild, like a bright blue lion’s mane. Her makeup, while done well, was completely outlandish. It was although she tried to challenge herself to use every shade in an eyeshadow palette. The woman’s appearance alone was unusual, but it was her clothing that truly caught Gigi’s eye. Although Gigi wasn’t one for fashion, she was fairly certain no one should be mixing as many patterns as she was.
“Hey,” the girl greeted.
“Hi,” Gigi said curtly.
“Can I get you a drink?” the girl shouted over the music.
Gigi shook her head. “I have to drive later.”
The girl leaned against the bar as Gigi did as she smoothly rubbed against Gigi’s hand, which she held. Never in her years hunting people at bars had anyone made the first move. Everyone was intimidated by her, which is something that she enjoyed. She had to admit, the girl’s boldness was endearing. To keep up with appearances, Gigi held the girl’s hand, rubbing small circles with her thumb.
“I’m Crystal.”
“Gigi.”
Shit.
Every time she introduced herself to someone she was about to feed on, she never used her real name. That was one of the first things Nicky told her all those years ago. Why now was she making such a simple mistake?
“Do you want to get out of here?”
If only this girl knew she was walking to her death.
Gigi took Crystal’s hand and led her to the alley behind the bar. Generally, Gigi used either the charisma she possessed naturally, or glamoured people into going back to the funeral home for quick cleanup. But, she’d been so busy with the funeral home she’d been relying on the blood of the dead for far too long. She needed to feel blood pulsating into her mouth straight from the vessel.
Immediately, Gigi pulled Crystal into a kiss, which took Crystal by surprise. She knew that leading into a kiss wasn’t necessary, but Nicky had always done it, and it seemed like a nice touch. Normally, the kisses didn’t feel like anything, serving more to gain trust of the human. For some reason, her kisses with Crystal felt incredible. She hadn’t felt this way since she and Nicky slept together when they were bored.
In the span of her making out with Crystal, she could have easily drained the girl. Something about Crystal made Gigi want to take her time. As she trailed down to her neck, her fangs wouldn’t draw. Cutting her losses, she bit Crystal’s neck with her normal teeth, which caused Crystal to moan loudly. Her regular teeth weren’t sharp enough to draw blood in the way she needed. This set Gigi off in a way she’d never felt before. This wasn’t acceptable. Thiscouldn’t happen.
Gigi broke the kiss and stared into Crystal’s eyes.
“My apartment’s just down the street,” Crystal offered.
“Crystal, you seem like a really nice girl, and that was incredible, but I have to go.” Gigi walked away before receiving a response.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Gigi didn’t know what she was going to do. She couldn’t go back to the bar and find someone else. Never had Gigi found a human she actually wanted to be around. By this point, she was every negative emotion. Ravenous from thirst, confused about her fangs suddenly not working, and furious at herself that she’d made such a simple mistake.
The ten minute drive from the bar to her apartment lasted two. She had to get home, and fast.
On particularly bad nights, Gigi liked to have her fun. As much as she hated humans, blindly torturing them for fun wasn’t something she partook in. Someone who deserved the pain, however, she could get behind.
It wasn’t something she’d done often. The last time was back in the eighties when Nicky left for the last time.
Perched on the top of her couch, Gigi pulled up the sex offender registry. She found her target. A serial rapist, less than five miles away. Perfect. Gigi got into her car as she typed the address into the GPS. She grinned to herself, thinking about the fun she was about to have.
After ringing the doorbell, a normal-looking middle-aged man answered the door. “Hello?”
“Hi!” Gigi began, making her voice sound ditzy. “I’m, like, so lost.”
“Oh no, dear, that’s no good. Come on in.” the man smoothed his thinning hair.
Disgusting.
“Would you like a drink?”
“Oh, no thank you. I just need to find out how to get to the red line…. Chicago transportation is, like, so confusing, you know?”
The way he smirked made Gigi want to snap his neck right then and there.. What a disgusting man. “It’s something that’s for sure.”
Gigi batted her eyelashes. “Any plans tonight?”
The man shifted in his chair nervously. “Nothing… Until now?”
“Wanna have some fun tonight?”
She felt disgusting, but the thought of killing such a vile man would be worth it.
“Well, young lady, since you’re asking…”
“I”m into some weird shit,” Gigi began.
“Oh?”
“I like to fuck in my daddy’s funeral home right where the dead bodies get made up.”
“I don’t think I can–”
Gigi stared directly into the man’s eyes. “You are going into my car, you are not going to touch me, you won’t even speak to me. You won’t say anything. We are going to the funeral home.”
“We’re going to the funeral home…” he said dreamily. “Who died?”
Gigi didn’t reply as she shut the door. The entire ride to the funeral home, the man had a dazed look in his eye. Humans were so weak-minded. Glamouring people was fun for Gigi, there was nothing like watching a human bend at the knee, willing to do whatever she wished. She parked in the back of the funeral home and unlocked the door to the back.
“Let’s go,” Gigi demanded. “Out. Now.”
The man did as he was told, and just as Gigi instructed earlier, didn’t say a word. “This way.”
“Uh-huh,” the man said.
“ Quiet. ”
Normally, the people she fed from were people who were around the same physical age as she was. The thought of kissing someone who looked like this man was enough to make her disgusted, that, combined with his vile actions, made it simply out of the question.
“Sit on the table.” Immediately he did as instructed, and sat on the edge of the table. The obedience made Gigi smile wickedly. Humans really were pathetic.
“Next, you’re going to tell me exactly what you did to those girls.”
“They were so beautiful… they were asking for it and–”
“Wrong answer.”
Baring her fangs, Gigi sank them into the man’s neck, breaking the skin but not going deep into the vein just deep enough to make the man cry out in agony. The euphoric feeling only occurred when blood was actively being drank. She pulled away, making sure to take in the man’s pained expression. His whimpering was pathetic. It was that of a puppy that accidentally got stepped on.
“Please…” the man begged. “Let me live.”
Gigi exhaled looking at the man’s desperate eyes. His pleas meant nothing to her. There was something about human suffering that she relished. The suffering of a human who deserved it was even better.
She laughed quietly. “No, no. I don’t think I will.”
Once more, Gigi sank her fangs into the man’s neck. This time, it was on the other side and the bites were much deeper. She made several bites, all avoiding major arteries and veins. The knowledge of human anatomy was quite useful when torturing humans. It was clear that the man wanted to cry out once more, but couldn’t.
As soon as she was satisfied with the man’s suffering, Gigi sank her fangs into the man one last time into the carotid, her vessel of choice. It had been quite some time she’d fed on someone over the age of thirty. She forgot that the blood started tasting much more bitter. It was as though she was forced to eat her least favorite food out of sheer necessity.
Shutting her eyes, Gigi imagined that the man was the girl from earlier, Crystal. Gigi was certain Crystal’s blood would be much sweeter in her mouth. She didn’t fantasize about feeding on Crystal alone. She fantasized about ripping her clothes off and seeing her curvy body and…
She didn’t even realize she’d completely drained the man. Coming down from the euphoria from feeding, Gigi saw just how much of a mess she made. Blood was splattered all over the room, starting on the linoleum, all the way up to the cabinets. Thank God for industrial strength bleach.
Normally, Gigi was methodical and calculated when she fed. Most times, she was so precise that the puncture marks from her fangs were barely visible, and only a scant amount of blood didn’t end up in her mouth.
Effortlessly, she brought the man’s corpse into the basement and turned the retort on. The man was rather thin, so it would probably take about an hour and a half for him to be reduced to ash, which was about as long as it would take her to make the prep room presentable again after the mess she made.
The entire time she cleaned, her thoughts kept going back to Crystal. There was something about the girl that intrigued Gigi. In nearly a century, she’d never felt any sort of attraction toward a human.
Most humans she found disgusting. Why was she so drawn to a girl that she met once? She pondered as she collected the man’s ashes.
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, you’re a terrible human, burn in Hell,” Gigi muttered as she scattered the ashes.
When she went back to her apartment, Gigi sat on her couch and patted the space next to her, getting Akasha’s attention.. Absentmindedly petting her cat, Gigi still couldn’t get the girl out of her head. With a groan, Gigi stretched on the couch and stared at the ceiling. Why was she thinking about a human? What was wrong with her? She smacked the back of her head against the couch hard enough that it would hurt a human.
Never sleeping was terrible for a chronic overthinker. Gigi never got to shut her brain down, instead, it constantly ran like a neverending machine. There were not enough bad B-horror movies in the world to occupy her mind.
Finally, it was 6 A.M., an acceptable time for humans to go on a run. Even though Gigi wouldn’t explode or sparkle in the direct sunlight, if she was in it too long, she’d get the world’s worst sunburn, so she tried to go before the sun rose. Just to be sure, she always ran in long sleeves and pants.
Five miles later, Gigi returned to her apartment, thankful she didn’t sweat anymore. Looking at the clock, she saw she had an hour to get ready for work. She had no idea why she always looked, at the time. It took the same amount of time for her to get ready, and she had her routine down like clockwork.
The next step in her morning was to make herself look, well, not dead. If Gigi didn’t give herself ample time to get ready, she’d look like one of the corpses on her table. Her skin was so pale it was translucent, blue veins visible through the skin with heavy bags under her eyes. Half of Gigi’s makeup bag looked like normal, everyday products like eyeliner and mascara. The other half were products that belonged at the funeral home. It was the only makeup that could cover her veins.
It was a process to paint her entire body, so most of the time, she wore sleeves. On the nights where she wanted to look provocative at the bar, it was dark enough inside that she could get away with just painting her face and neck. Gigi would hardly call herself a makeup artist, but she had to admit, she was good. It was no easy feat to go from looking dead to looking human. To be fair, she was good at almost everything.
By the time she got to the funeral home, Jackie was already there. Gigi reassured Jackie every time that it wasn’t necessary for her to arrive before 8, but she insisted.
“Morning,” Jackie greeted.
“Good morning.”
“So, I was just checking everything over before we opened for the day… One of the prep rooms looked… off.”
Shit.
“Off? How do you mean?”
All Gigi could do was think about the possible spots she could have missed cleaning. She triple checked to make sure that the room was spotless. But, as careless as she was last night, she wouldn’t be surprised if she left evidence.
Jackie motioned for Gigi to follow her. When the lights to the prep room flickered open, Gigi looked around and saw nothing.
“What do you mean?” Gigi asked.
Jackie pointed to one of the cabinets that was propped open. Gigi breathed a sigh of relief. Leaving the cabinet with the cleaning products open was hardly anything to worry about.
“It’s just a cabinet, Jackie.”
“I just figured you’d want to know, considering that time I moved the aneurysm hooks, you lectured me for like fifteen minutes that things had their places, and that the rooms had to be left the way they were when I came into them.”
Jackie wasn’t wrong. Gigi liked everything a specific way. Everything had its place, especially in her safe haven. She had to admit, had it been Jackie who left the cabinet open, she would have been frustrated.
“Two completely different things.”
“How… Nevermind. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, Jackie,” Gigi’s tone was short.
“I’m sorry. I just don’t really know how it was open like that.”
Gigi shrugged. “Maybe I left it open. I don’t remember.”
“You? Leaving a cabinet open? Who are you?” Jackie laughed.
Gigi forced a laugh. “I suppose I was just tired.”
The day was uneventful at best, at least to Gigi. Any human would disagree. Seeing a dead sixteen year old boy hit by a drunk driver mangled beyond recognition would disturb most. Not Gigi. Thank God the family didn’t want an open casket; there was no possibility the boy would look presentable, despite her skill in her trade.
Once she finished, dissatisfied with the boy’s appearance, she shut the door, where Jackie was standing.
“You okay?” Jackie asked gently.
“Yes?” Gigi raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“He was so young… It’s sad.”
“Oh. Yes. Very sad.”
Jackie smiled. “You do good work. I’m sure you’ll bring the family a lot of closure.”
“It’s a closed casket,” Gigi said, walking away, feeling Jackie’s judgmental stare.
As she sat in her office, fidgeting with the gold chain around her neck. Gigi couldn’t get Crystal out of her head. Not just Crystal, the entirety of the events that unveiled the previous night. Why didn’t her fangs draw? Why was she still thinking about a human? What was wrong with her?
All Gigi knew was that old man blood was not nearly as satisfying as the blood of a healthy young person. Biting her lip, she sighed. Feeding two days in a row was not something she enjoyed doing. It was a lot of work. Far too much work for a 115 year old woman.
Gigi wasn’t sure why she was having such an odd couple of days. For some reason, Crystal made her think about humans as a whole. There wasn’t a single human that she thought of for more than a moment. Even thoughts of Jackie only came up at work, or when thinking about work. But, here she was distracted so much so that she couldn’t focus on her reports.
Tapping her pen against her desk, she realized it wasn’t Crystal she was thinking about. It was her own humanity.
Humanity was something that Gigi struggled with since she was cursed with immortality. Her thoughts on humans changed drastically through the past few decades. When she was first turned, all she could do was feel jealousy toward them. They got everything she didn’t, they got to raise a family, they got to have a life without hiding, and they got to die.
Eventually, her jealousy led to hatred, so much so that Gigi could barely speak to humans without an extreme urge to drain them dry. As much as she tried, she couldn’t remember why she began to hate them in the first place, other than the fact that she was on the apex predator. Humans were weak, merely a form of sustenance.
But what if they weren’t?
#rpdr fanfiction#crystal methyd#gigi goode#jackie cox#crygi#lesbian au#vampire au#duality#metaluna#tw for blood/death/gore/violence#submission#s12
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Rollercoaster (Crystal x Gigi x Nicky) - Mina
A/N: Two fics in one queue? This is what happens when Nicky said she reads these! Hope you all enjoy <3
“Nicky wake up! We’re heeeeere!” Crystal said excitedly, shaking the blond who was cuddled into her shoulder awake.
Nicky whined sleepily, pushing the curly haired girl lightly for cutting her slumber short. “Don’t remind me bitch, we should’ve stayed home” she complained, unaffected by Crystal’s disappointed pout.
It was…warm, unpleasantly so, but the tiny red Sedan that Gigi had received as a handed down birthday gift from her parents had a broken air conditioner that always proved a problem in the summer months and there was nothing much Nicky could combat it with. Still, that had helped lull Nicky to sleep quickly in the back seat and she had thankfully slept through the almost the entire two hours of the drive, no doubt filled with Gigi’s terrible road rage and Crystal attempting to lighten the mood with the worst dad jokes in human history. When Crystal had first told the other two girls that how desperately she wanted to go to this certain amusement park about two and a half hours away from their shared apartment in the city, Nicky hadn’t exactly been ecstatic. She hated long drives, hated most rides theme parks had to offer, and didn’t feel very fondly towards loud noises either. The French girl would’ve happily sat this one out, preferring to stay at home and read or binge watch a shitty Netflix show, but once Gigi had agreed excitedly and looked into the older girls eyes pleadingly, how could Nicky have possibly said no? And thats how she had ended up sitting willingly in the back seat next to Crystal, spending the drive running her fingers through the other girls unruly hair and co plain into about the lack of food.
“Woah, there’s hardly any crowds!” Gigi remarked brightly, opening the door for the two other girls. Nicky took her hand with a grimace, carefully stepping out of the car and onto the concrete. ‘C'est la vie’ Nicky thought to herself grimly.
“Girl, what are the appeal of these things?” Nicky asked as she looked at the people racing down water slides and lining up for entry, seriously wondering why anyone would choose this over a cup of black coffee and people watching while wrapped up in a furry coat and blanket.
“Don’t be like that, Dolly” Gigi chastised with a grin, seemingly just as excited as Crystal.
“Gigi’s right and you know it, Nicky! Which ride should we go on first?!” Crystal asked, her grin twinkling as she linked arms with the other two girls and lead them past the ticket machines and into the theme park. It seemed pretty generic, rollercoasters and haunted houses and the overwhelming smell of greasy food Nicky wouldn’t dare put five metres away from her mouth.
“Oooh, what about that big roller coaster?” Gigi grinned, gesturing towards the most terrifying ride Nicky had ever seen in her life. The blond was usually confident, not scared of most things like bears or heights or big crowds. She was the girlfriend that would take care of any bugs that freaked out Gigi or Crystal, who would coax the other two girls into things mountain climbing or public speaking. However, if there was one thing she just didn’t fuck with, it was rollercoasters, especially not ones that looked like that.
“I read about that one online! It’s called Satans Playground! How spooky” The green haired girl babbled, kissing Gigi gently on her forehead and receiving a giggle from the younger girl in return. There was many things wrong with this appropriately named ‘Satans Playground’. It went underground, holy shit. Had a giant drop, holy fuck. And, the cherry on top of the rotted, gutted cake was the three consecutive loops, holy shit fuck balls nope no way in hell was she riding that thing.
“I’ll sit this one out, I think” Nicky faltered, unhooking her arms from her girlfriends grasps and curling them around herself like a shield. The other two looked at her confusedly, not used to seeing Nicky so nervous.
“You don’t have to go on it if you don’t want to, Nicky” Crystal said quickly, rubbing up and down Nicky’s arm as if the French girl was a scared little kitten. Gigi smiled reassuringly at her form behind the green haired girl and shooting her a thumbs up of encouragement. Her heart warmed at her girlfriends soothing words, but they didn’t stop her from feeling like a boring old French grandma who hated fun and adventure. So, with a deep breath she mustered up a smile and linked the trios arms back together, pulling them towards the ride.
“You know what, this doesn’t look that scary now that we’re in line!” Nicky remarked, seemingly reassuring herself more than the other two. Crystal seemed satisfied with that, continuing to gush about the rollarcoaster like an excited puppy, but Gigi eyed her suspiciously.
“Are you sure, Dolly? We could go get ice cream first instead” Gigi suggested quietly, studying the blonds face for any signs of discomfort. Nicky desperately wanted to scream ‘Yes, let’s go get ice cream instead!’ but both her girlfriends excited squealing and laughing were her biggest weaknesses and she couldn’t find it in her ruin this for them, not on her deathbed.
“Don’t worry about it, petite fille. I’ll have fun” The French girl lied, holding Gigi closer and suppressing a smile at the brunette eagerly accepting the hug.
“Alright, who’s next in line?” The employee asked listlessly. He was supposedly dressed in theme, saggy red devil ears sitting sadly on top of his slightly balding head. His lack of enthusiasm normally would’ve made Nicky stifle a laugh but instead her body started shaking as it started to set in that merde, we’re next. I’m gonna die I’m gonna die I’m gonna-
“That’s us!” Crystal answered brightly, taking Nicky and Gigi’s hands and pulling them towards the cart. Nicky got the middle seat thankfully, which slightly obstructed her view of what was to come. The ride jolted as it started to move, and Nicky gasped loudly once it started speeding up and heading down its track, Crystal cackling at her fear and none the wiser to the French girls internal turmoil. Once it started heading into the underground tunnel Nicky knew she was truely down for, muttering French curse words under her breath like a preyer and clenching her teeth together tightly. Crystal was having the time of her life on the blondes left, a huge grin spread across her face as she cheered and raised her hands up, green hair puffing up in the wind and making her look like a neon painted lion. Gigi didn’t seem to be having as great a time though, pretty face tensed nervously as the youngest girl held onto Nicky’s hand like a lifeline and chewed her pink lips nervously.
“Woaah, here comes the best part!” Crystal shrieked eagerly, and Nicky’s head snapped forward as she realised that they were slowly climbing up the hill towards the first loop.
“Mon dieu, mon dieu, mon dieu” Nicky murmured with fear. She quickly pressed kisses to her girlfriend faces, a last act of affection before her inevitable demise. ‘Here lies Nicolette Doll’ she envisioned her tombstone to read, ‘A dumb bitch who should not have listened to her hot as hell girlfriends’. Just as she was saying her final well wishes for her family, wondering who her giant supply of makeup would be given to after her death, the cart finally toppled over the edge of the hill and shot straight down directly towards the three loops.
The riders of the coaster screamed in unison as they were catapulted upside down again and again, the carts rumbling over the track before finally screeching to a stuttering halt that signalled the end of the ride.
The trio was dead silent for a few seconds, breathing heavily and clutching each other’s arms in vice grips before Nicky opened her mouth “That” she gasped out, body tremoring from the aftershocks and hair going a million different directions from the force of the ride “was the best thing I’ve ever done!” she cried, pulling her girlfriends into a hug and smiling wide. The tears that had started to form in her eyes as their cart fell over the loops had been ripped away and replaced with bright twinkles and excited laughs. Crystal smiled back at her, pearly white teeth on full display.
“I can’t believe you were scared at first, Nicky! That was the best thing I’ve ever done in my life, oh my god” Crystal exclaimed, leaning back in her seatbelt and smiling dazily. The two giggled together before they realised soft sobbing was coming from Nicky’s right side, mouths gaping when the two saw that Gigi was crying historically, tears running down her cheeks and black smudges of mascara all over her face. Nicky quickly pulled the brunettes face into her hands worriedly, loosening her grip in relief once she saw Gigi smile through her tears and wave the blond’s hands away.
“That was the scariest thing I’ve ever fucking done” Gigi laughed, sobs still wracking through her body. “I need strawberry fucking ice cream right now, and I’m certainly not paying” Gigi managed to gasp out, Crystal cackling and agreeing to buy her some. Nicky’s cheeks ached from all the smiling she had done today, eyes bright from the two girls giggles and excitement. Maybe roller coasters weren’t that scary after all.
#rpdr fanfiction#nicky doll#crystal methyd#gigi goode#crystal x gigi x nicky#fluff#mina#submission#poly#s12#rare pair
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