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#this is . the only place i can Vent#i hate living with a roommate especially one who never shuts his fucking door#he has his girlfriend over and she won’t shut the fuck up and i am trying to sleep#but i can’t because i can hear her talking#and aside from that it’s completely quiet so i just Can’t Sleep#like if he just shut his fucking door it wouldn’t be a problem!#also he warns me when a friend comes over but not when his fucking girlfriend will be staying#what kind of fucking logic is that?#also our old shower curtain got mold and it’s because he never fucking closes it#he leaves it all scrunched up which means it doesn’t dry#also he has THREE. fucking toothbrushes#he just got a new ELECTRIC one why is he keeping the old two?????????#also he whistles at night . which .#you are not supposed to do#it makes me so fucking uncomfortable when he does that#and his fucking sinus noises . god i want to kill him#he also uses METAL UTENSILS on my fucking nonstick pans#not to mention when he DOES use the silicone ones it’s always the most baffling and useless ones#he also hardly ever does the fucking dishes#like he uses the worst dishes to clean . and then doesn’t even try to clean them#and he has an obsession with piling things outside the fucking sink#and . perhaps the most annoying of all . 99% of the time he drinks water#and yet . it seems he uses a different cup almost every day#my brother in christ it’s fucking water just reuse the cup for multiple days#like it’s so fucking annoying for me to load the dishwasher of His dirty dishes after like 3 days of not doing it because i want him to do#it for once . and then have to shove 5 goddamn cups in there#and they’re not even normal cups . they’re peanut butter jars so they’re big
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HBCU CONFESSIONS.
Erik x Valencia
Smut
Part One.
What am I going to do? I’m pregnant and it’s my freshman year. I don’t know if I should keep the baby or not. Any advice?
-Florida A&M
My stupid boyfriend cheated on me so I fucked his homeboy. Now both of them are fighting over me 🤭
-Hampton
I think my roommate has a thing for me. I’m not gay, but I’ve caught myself staring at his dick a few times. This shit is confusing me. I don’t like dick I like pussy!
-Morehouse College
My girlfriend wants me to eat her butt. She keeps begging me to do it. Who on here ever ate ass before? I need some advice because gahdamn she won’t leave a nigga alone.
-Morgan State
I already know what yall gonna say but I don’t give a fuck. My homegirl keep telling me about how her man is cheating on her. He’s cheating with me. I’m the side chick. The D is just too good. At this point I’m already too far gone. Judge me if you want I don’t care 🤷🏿♀️
-Clark Atlanta University
I had a train ran on me the other night. No, they didn’t fuck me. They ate me 😩 and it was a bunch of Omegas! Since they like to show their tongue so much I wanted to see which one of them could make me cum the hardest 😘
-Howard University
-I wish to remain anonymous. I’m not as experienced in the sex department and I am 21 years old. I want to hook up with someone here. Maybe I have unrealistic expectations, but I want it to be with someone I’ve been eyeing around campus. He doesn’t know I exist, but he’s so beautiful. If I could just have one chance with him…
-Texas Southern
“I did it.”
Valencia shut her MacBook Pro and fell back against her bed within her dorm room. Across from her sat her roommate, Brielle. They’d been roommates since freshman year.
“It was an anonymous submission, right? Nothing to worry about.” Brielle replied while looking over her notes for her A&P lab practical.
“I know, but what if someone figures it out?—
Her phone buzzed next to her thigh again.
“Jesus…he keeps fucking calling me.”
Brielle chuckles, “His ego is bruised. He probably wants to make sure you don’t say anything about it.”
“It’s been a week. He needs to let the shit go.”
Valencia ends the call for the eighth time that rainy evening. She’s already angry with herself for even allowing that man to have his way with her body. It was the worst experience. Worse than her first time.
“Head was trash, dick was trash…”
“So, I guess it isn’t all true that Que’s are great in bed, huh?” Brielle jokes.
“It’s definitely not true. I just wish it was with him.”
Valencia grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. Brielle simply laughed at her antics.
“Isn’t he a Que too?” Brielle questions.
“He is. Maybe he’ll be the exception.”
Valencia slowly removed the pillow from her face and blinked her eyes up at the ceiling. Butterflies formed in her belly just thinking about him.
“He’s so damn fine, Brie. Like, why couldn’t it be him that had all of this instead of Isaiah?!”
“Who is this again? Girl, you know my attention span is fucked up.” Brielle replied with a laugh.
“His name is Erik. He’s getting his doctorate.”
“Hm,” Brielle highlighted a section in her textbook orange, “How old is he?”
“I don’t know, like…thirties maybe?”
“Since when do you like them older?” Brielle asked with a shocked tone of voice.
“Since now! He’s too fine, Brie. And he’s really smart. Like a genius. He has so many accomplishments. A sexy nerd.”
“He sounds like he’s out of your league—”
“He’s also a TA—”
Brielle’s eyes went wide.
“A TA? Girl…don’t do it.”
Valencia had to admit that Brielle was right.
“It’ll never happen anyway. That man walks past me everyday like he doesn’t see me. I’ll just crush from afar at this point I don’t even know why I sent that fucking message.”
Valencia pouted in bed. Silence filled the room as she laid there staring at the television. Brielle was completely absorbed into her notes to care. Valencia could be doing some schoolwork herself, but the thought of her anonymous ask kept circulating in her mind.
Valencia sat up on her elbow and reached for her laptop again. Brielle cut her brown eyes at her and smirked playfully. Valencia checked the blog and noticed one note. Clicking on it, it was just a like. Her submission is nothing compared to the other wild confessions.
“There he goes again,” Brielle motioned with her eyes at Valencia’s phone, “Do you want me to cuss his ass out? Block that nigga!”
Valencia grabbed her phone and proceeded to block him.
“You know I have Chemistry with that limp dick fucker, right?” Brielle said.
“Just ignore him, Brie. He’ll be alright.”
“He keeps harassing you!”
Valencia sat her laptop on their shared desk. She shut off her lamp light snd slipped beneath the sheets. She had an early class tomorrow and needed to ease her mind into slumber.
“Goodnight, Brie. Don’t stay up too late.” Valencia said.
“I’ll try. You know I’m a night owl.” Brielle grumbled.
The rain seemed to flow into the following afternoon. Valencia ran as fast as she could back to her dorm after the boring lecture she had to endure. A fellow student held the door for her and she made it inside although she was drenched from head to toe. She smoothed wet braids from her face and adjusted her cropped T-shirt. The brisk air of the building caused goosebumps to form along her sepia skin. She could even feel her teeth chattering.
Removing her heavy school bag from her shoulder, Valencia took long strides towards the elevators. She waited impatiently while rubbing her wet arms to try and warm up. She silently cursed herself for not bringing her umbrella. The sunny morning and clear sky deceived her. She stared down at her black and white Adidas Campus 00s for two seconds before the elevator doors opened. Valencia took a step forward and just then a deep timbre sent a shiver up her spine.
“Going up?”
Valencia was halfway into the elevator when her chocolate orbs fell upon the one person she wasn’t expecting to see in her dorm building.
Valencia may have met her match with Erik Stevens.
“Yes,” She stepped to the side so that he could enter.
“Thank you.”
Valencia scooted towards the corner of the elevator.
“Which floor?”
“Six.”
“Bet, that’s where I’m going.”
He has a dorm on the sixth floor? She thought.
She focused on him like she was studying a passage out of one of her textbooks. First, her eyes took in the style of his hair. He kept the sides and back tapered but the rest was beautifully loc’d and braided back. His eyes were shielded with gold-rimmed glasses that complimented his face and made him like artsy. She trailed her gaze down his neck to his broad shoulders. He wore a cream-colored hoodie and khaki cargo pants. On his feet were a pair of boots and in his firm grip was a dripping wet umbrella.
“After you.”
Valencia picked herself up and slipped past him since he was holding the door for her. She could smell his cologne and it was her new favorite smell.
“Thank you.” She said.
She instantly felt warm and fuzzy. He had this effect on her she hadn’t felt in a long while truly. Not even for that lackluster lay she had a week ago. Isaiah who?
Valencia walked into a crowded lounge area with a confused look on her face. She spotted Brielle near the window sitting on a lounger. She was chatting with a few of their mutual girl friends. The grey clouds outside began to allow the sun to peek through. She walked over to them and dropped her bag to the floor.
“Cindy, Skai…”
Cindy jutted out her petite hip and smiled with her braces in greeting. Skai raised her hand and fluttered her fingers covered in various gold rings. Skai was playing in Brielle’s ginger-colored coily hair as she typed away on her tablet.
“Why is everybody sitting here in the lounge?” Valencia questioned.
“Rumor has it, Rochelle isn’t our RA anymore.” Skai revealed.
Valencia furrowed her brows and squinted her eyes.
“Really?—”
“CAN I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE!”
The chatter amongst everyone died down to a pregnant pause. Everyone looked towards Erik. Valencia caught his eye briefly and she could feel herself squirming from that small interaction alone.
“My name is Erik. I’m sure some of you have seen your emails, and for those that haven’t, I’m here to fill you in. Rochelle had a personal emergency and she will not continue as your RA for the final months of this semester. I will take over that position from here on out.”
Whispers circulated around the room. Erik stood there with his back straight, arms folded, and poker-faced.
Elusive nature.
Mellow.
“Uh-oh…”
Valencia turned her gaze towards Brielle. Her friend gave her a mischievous smirk. Valencia suppressed a laugh and threw her hands in the air dismissively.
“I will be staying on this floor for the remainder of the semester to keep an eye on things and act as a guide. I know a lot about TSU and I’m more than happy to help. Does anyone have any questions for me?”
Erik scanned the room through his glasses intently, similar to a drill sergeant. For some reason, his presence evoked a feeling of obedience.
A quiet Alpha.
“Well, that’s all I have to say for now,” Erik clapped his hands together in finality, “You can resume studying or whatever it is you were doing. Matt, right?”
Erik pointed to a freshman sitting at a desk. Matt was tall and lanky with designer braids in his hair and dressed like he was ready for a runway. A lot of designer. Definitely attention seeking.
“Yeah. How you know me?”
“I’m a Que Dog. You still interested, right?”
Something in Matt shifted. He stood taller and raised his chin with confidence.
“Absolutely.” Matt replied with excitement.
“Your probationary period starts tonight. You got a lot of work to do.”
Valencia could sense the nervousness in Matt.
“I’m ready.” Matt replied.
“We’ll see.”
Erik walked past Matt and towards the elevators. Valencia watched him leave and when he’d finally gone she let out a shaky breath.
“I don’t think I’m going to enjoy a man being our RA,” Cindy said with obvious disdain.
“Same,” Skai stood up and pulled her tight denim skirt down over her rotund backside and generous thighs.
“Valencia is going to keep me up playing DJ hero every night since her crush is our new RA.”
Valencia glared at Brielle.
“You have a crush on him?!” Cindy questioned with a surprised expression.
“What happened to Isaiah?” Skai asked.
“Isaiah was a disappointment. He talked a big game after that party and when we went back to his room he pretty much did the opposite of what he said he was gonna do.” Valencia recalled with frustration.
“I’M GoNnA MAke YoU CuM,” Brielle mocked.
“I’Mma GiVe YoU THIs DiCk AnD HaVE YOu BeGGiNG FoR MorE.” Valencia said
“oh my fucking GOD,” Cindy giggled, “It was that horrible?”
“Cindy, horrible isn’t even the word. If I could find a word to describe how awful it was I would. Can’t eat pussy for shit, constantly tried to stick it in my ass because he couldn’t find my pussy, has a big dick but can’t fuck, kept asking me if I liked it, it was terrible.”
“I’m so sorry for you, sis,” Skai shook her head, “I really thought he was going to knock the Sonic rings out that coochie.”
“Maybe he was drunk?” Cindy said
“He wasn’t. He had a little bit of weed, that’s it.”
Valencia reached for her bag and stood up to leave.
“Let me go study, I’ll catch up with ya’ll later.”
“Sure you don’t wanna come out with us for drinks tonight?” Brielle asked with a smile.
“I have to train. I have a swim meet coming up.”
“Fine! Maybe Saturday!”
Valencia put a thumb up as she walked away towards her dorm room.
Thirty notes.
Girl if you don’t approach this man!
Who is it? I wanna know 👀
If he hasn’t taken the hint by now he don’t want you.
Valencia’s heart sank to the pit of her stomach. Most of the replies were nothing but discouraging. She wished she could take back her anonymous submission. Sitting at their shared desk in an oversized yellow Nike hoodie and her braided hair in a messy bun, she clicked on a tab on her MacBook to continue reading about Erik’s accomplishments at TSU. He’s an alumni receiving his doctorate in Computer Hardware Engineering. Summa cum laude. Pledge President. Star Football player. Leading place in various academic clubs and competitions. Tutor in multiple complex subjects such as quantum physics, chemistry, mathematics, and philosophy. Fluent in languages such as French, Spanish, Chinese, Latin, and signing.
Overly intellectual.
Valencia could go on and on about how perfect Erik seemed to be. She was infatuated past the point of no return. Far gone. The sexist fucking nerd she’d ever known. But still, it was just a reminder that he wouldn’t be concerned with a twenty-one-year-old chick with no experience and nowhere near as much maturity as him. He probably wanted a sophisticated woman. confident, in charge, and calm. A lot of experience and knowledge about the world and about culture, art, and literature. Someone who can quote Aristotle.
Studious.
Oh? He was in the Military? That explains a lot.
Valencia clicked out of the tab and back to the HBCU Confessions blog. As she scrolled the page, she wondered to herself who could have created it? She’d heard whispers around campus about how the infamous blog became active again after some years.
As she scrolled, an instant message icon popped up. She shifted her hips in her seat and leaned in to click on the message. It was probably some old man asking if she wanted to be their sugar baby or a bot. Valencia’s dark brown eyes scanned the message.
-Hi:)
It was the blog. HBCU Confessions. The owner.
-Hello ❤️
Why would they message her?
-I read your submission. Probably the most innocent out of them all.
Valencia didn’t know how to take that. Was it an issue?
-Unfortunately for you, I don’t have THAT MUCH excitement in my life lol
-Nothing wrong with that. It prompted me to message you personally.
-It was that interesting? Lol
-I’d like to understand and see if I could give you some advice.
-Thank you! I’d actually love some advice. 🥰
-Perfect. What makes it an unrealistic expectation? Because I can tell you now, I doubt it is.
-He’s on a different level than me. He’s also older than me. Idk I just get this vibe that he wouldn’t be interested.
Valencia grabbed her hot pink Stanley cup to take a sip of water.
-How much older? I know you’re 21.
-All I know is that he’s in his 30s.
-I’m still not seeing where it’s unrealistic. Have you tried anything at all? A smile? Anything?
-No. I’ve been too shy to.
-Shy or afraid of rejection?
-BOTH.
-You gotta break out of that.
-Do you know for sure if he’s single?
-I’ve seen him around campus with this professor sometimes for lunch but that’s it. I’m not sure if they are dating or just friends lol
-What school are you attending again?
-Texas Southern
-Really? 👀
-👀👀👀
Valencia made a face at her laptop screen. Did they know something she didn’t?
-Is there something I should know?
-I think I may know who you’re talking about. He’s not available from what I know…
So, this person attended TSU as well? Makes sense now why they singled out her confession.
-Who am I talking about then? 😌
-He’s 33 by the way.
Valencia’s shoulders slumped.
-This still doesn’t confirm that we’re talking about the same person.
-He’s a Nupe, right?
-No. he’s a Que. lol
-You sure? He’s about 6’0, teaches chemistry, spends time with that one English Literature professor…
Valencia considered their description of Erik but she was sure he said that he was a Que Dog earlier. And he’s a TA for quantum physics not chemistry. The only similarity is the English Lit teacher. Professor Boyd.
-I don’t think we’re talking about the same person. Send me a picture.
Valencia waited two minutes before a picture popped up in their chat.
-His name is James Parham.
-He’s cute but that’s not my crush 😂
-Well then I have no idea who you’re talking about lol.
-wait!
Valencia waited. She stood up from her seat at the desk to grab her phone from the charger. Checking her notifications, she received a text from Brielle an hour ago. Valencia opened the text thread and there was a video. She pressed play and it was a lot of motion to keep the phone steady until the video zoomed into a table far off in the corner. Valencia squinted her eyes and recognition washed over her face.
Erik.
He was sitting alone in a booth with a drink in his hand, bobbing his head to the music.
Ping.
-Is it him?
-Yes!
-😌 ohhh so Erik?
-He’s definitely single.
-Make a move before it’s too late.
-what do you suggest I do? Can you give me some advice please?
-Erik is introverted and often mistaken for being timid. He is indeed an Omega and takes pride in that. You can find him around campus reading a book or working out. He’s a homebody for sure. Sometimes you may catch him out and about. He’s a chill dude with this mysterious aura about him. That’s what I’ve gathered from just seeing him around campus.
-I would start off by playing into his interests. He likes to read so find out what books he likes. From what I know he’s big on poetry. He likes to run around campus at 6 am. Need help tutoring? See if he’s offering some study hours for that. Start there and see where it goes.
-This is really good advice! It’s very subtle and a perfect way to get his attention without being too obvious. Thank you! ❤️
-You’re welcome love 💗 I’m here if you need anything. Feel free to chat with me.
Intent listener…
“I really don’t know what to do about it, Erik…”
Andrea, Erik’s friend from college and English Literature professor at TSU walked alongside him in the early afternoon the following day.
“He’s so confusing half the damn time, I can’t even tell if he’s into me or not.”
Erik had both hands in the pockets of his slacks. Today was his day to assistant teach quantum physics. He really wasn’t up for it because he’d been up so late in the dorms trying to settle a sneaky party. Apparently, Rochelle allowed them to party and have drinks which is against the rules and grounds for expulsion. He just walked and listened. Out of his friend group, he’s the one they go to to vent because he doesn’t disrupt them, and he gives great advice.
“How long have we known James, Drea? That nigga can’t express himself for shit. Just know, he’s feelin’ you. He’s always had a thing for you.” Erik replied.
Andrea took a sip of her super green smoothie.
“Well, I’m not gonna wait around for him to speak up. What is he so afraid of?”
Erik turned his gaze onto Andrea through his gold-rimmed glasses.
“We’ve been friends for about ten years, Drea. Maybe he’s afraid that if things don’t work out with you two romantically, it’ll mess up the bond you both had as friends.”
Andrea mulled over Erik’s words. They settled in front of the school fountain and sat down on a bench facing it.
“You have a point. We’re going to a spoken word tonight. We’ll see how it goes.”
“Spoken word, huh? Wow…I haven’t done one of those in forever.” Erik replied with a smirk.
“Coming back to Texas is nostalgic, ain’t it?” Andrea said with a giggle.
“It is—”
“Oh! Guess what?”
Andrea leaned into Erik with a playful look in her eyes. Erik narrowed his eyes at her in response.
“Are you gonna guess?” Andrea pestered.
“Aight, You’re finally gonna write that book you’ve been talking about all these years.”
“No! I changed my mind about the book,” Andrea rolls her eyes, “the blog…”
Erik’s eyebrows shot up.
“Yep. It’s been so long I had to see what was going on with it.”
Erik chuckled, “Nah. You’re back on there? Drea,” Erik shook his head, “You’re a professor now! What if somebody finds out?”
“Who’s gonna find out, Erik? We never revealed ourselves when we used it. Nobody knows what school we went to or who we were. Well…I think I may have slipped up last night…”
“What the hell did you do, Drea?”
Erik surveyed his surroundings to make sure they were safe to talk about this.
“I got the sweetest confession from a student here and I just had to message them.” Andrea said.
“Okay, what did they say?”
“So, they pretty much confessed to having a crush on someone here and being afraid to approach them…”
“Who?” Erik said impatiently.
“You.”
Andrea laughed at Erik’s expression. He furrowed his brows and looked at her like she was talking gibberish.
“…Did they say who they were?” Erik asked.
His interest was peeked.
“No. All I know is she’s twenty-one, very shy, feels as if she has no chance in hell with you.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Erik fussed.
“Because I thought you’d want to know! You need some action in your life, Erik. When was the last time you had sex?”
“Aye, don’t worry about it, girl,” Erik playfully shoved Andrea, “I’m just saying, what am I supposed to do with this information? Like…I don’t even know how the girl looks.”
“You will eventually. I gave her some advice. She may pop up today…”
Erik couldn’t deny that he was intrigued. Could be fun to see how things play out.
“Okay, okay…the log in still the same?”
Andrea smirked, “Still the same. You remember?”
“Yeah…it was my idea, wasn’t it?” Erik smart-mouthed.
“Alright, smart ass.”
Andrea checked the time on her Apple Watch.
“Let me head back to my office. When does your class start?”
“In an hour. I’m gonna head over to the library and do a bit of grading to kill some time.”
Andrea and Erik stood up at the same time. Andrea opened her arms to accept a hug from Erik. She squeezed her old friend and then kissed his cheek.
“Aight, Daka, I’ll catch you later.”
“Have a good class, Drea.”
They parted ways and headed in opposite directions.
Valencia felt cute today.
She did her makeup for once. She dressed in a body con black dress that enhanced her curves. She wore her favorite Carolina Herrera perfume. Anything to get his attention.
On her way to the library after her philosophy class, Valencia entered the library with a grace that turned heads. She took the elevators to the third level of the library, her stomach doing flips because of how nervous she was. She exited onto the third level and walked further into the silent area until she was near the windows that overlooked the campus.
Valencia took a seat and proceeded to retrieve her MacBook, and textbook. She wanted to format her notes with bullet points and colors while the information was still fresh on her mind. It was Friday evening and she didn’t want to spend her weekend catching up on school work. Her cafe noir eyes would look up to see if her crush had shown up yet.
After some time, her attention veered back to the HBCU Confessions blog. She was excited to see that there was a new message from the blog.
-Any luck today?
Valencia typed.
-No 😪
Erik strolled over to a desk diagonal to Valencia. He quickly took his laptop and other work out of his bag. It was the last thing on his mind after what Andrea told him. He opened his laptop and found his way back to Tumblr. Being back sparked memories of mischief and lust. Erik started this blog for laughs and he honestly didn’t expect it to transform into what it is today. What started out as a blog strictly for TSU, expanded to other colleges unexpectedly. So many scandalous things go down at college and it sucked that our people didn’t really have their own way of connecting across HBCUs. So, Erik started the blog for fun, and it quickly evolved.
He’d known secrets about people across colleges. It didn’t matter if you were the dean, a professor, a student, or a coach, your deepest darkest thoughts and feelings were exposed for everyone to see with the option of remaining anonymous. Erik witnessed breakups and hookups. It was a guilty pleasure of his, like watching hentai. Erik had many guilty pleasures. Who didn’t?
He successfully logged back in and found himself staring at hundreds of notifications. The only thing he was concerned with was whoever this anonymous person was that had a crush on him. It’s been a while since he’d been with a woman. Being in the military as an engineer was a busy job. He worked a lot and on top of that he moved around from state to state. Hardly any time to settle down or date. He did date a few women, but it was all a dead end.
Erik found what he was looking for.
ebonygoddess1990s_-No 😪
Erik read the entire thread and couldn’t help but chuckle quietly. He was tickled by Andrea’s advice to his secret admirer. She knew him like she knew her classic literature. He was indeed laidback, quiet, nerdy, and ambitious. The more he read the messages, the more he wanted to find out who this woman was. He decided to respond to their message. Why not? It would be fun to play along. Just like the old days.
-Where are you right now?
Meanwhile, Valencia’s head shot up at her MacBook when she heard the ping of a new message. She read the message.
-Where are you right now?
-Library ☺️
-Usually he’s there around this time.
Valencia looked up and she was staring at him sitting at a table diagonally from her table. He didn’t know that she was eyeing him down since he was focused on his laptop. He wore a pair of slim fit paisley and gray pants with a white button down shirt and brown loafers.
-He’s here now 😳
Erik sat up straighter and his eyes locked with Valencia’s. She quickly averted her gaze to her laptop, tucking her braids behind her left ear. Erik took his time admiring Valencia. His eyes started at her feet. She wore a pair of black gladiator sandals with silver spikes on them. She had red painted toes and smooth, brown legs. His onyx eyes ascended further up her body, over the curve of her hip, the hourglass shape of her waist, her toned arms, ample cleavage, neatly braided hair, and then finally her beautiful face.
He really really liked the shape of her lips. Large and wide set with a plump, pouty appearance and equally full on the top and bottom. He’d seen plenty of beautiful women every day, but whoever this girl was, she was the most beautiful. It was her rich, brown skin. Her pretty doe eyes. That body. Erik was certain that she’s his secret admirer, but he needed to be sure. Excitement brewed in him as he typed a response.
-You should say hi. Get his attention.
-I’m nervous 😭
-Don’t be. Just go for it. How else will you know if he’s interested?
-I dare you to give him a flirty wave with a seductive smile. 😏
Valencia’s eyes went round with surprise. That was bold. Bolder than she initially planned to be. She cleared her throat and turned in her seat. Crossing one leg over the other, Valencia flipped her braids so that it gave her a messy look and then she made her eyes look sleepy and hypnotic like Dorothy Dandridge. She took a deep breath in and focused her gaze on Erik steadily. After five seconds, he looked up and did a double take. Valencia raised a small hand and waved at him slowly while her lips were formed in a smile.
Erik simply smirked at her and raked his eyes up and down her frame. That’s all. He just smirked at her and then he dropped his gaze back to his laptop. Valencia gripped the back of her chair to try and calm her racing heart. That slight interaction had her bewitched. He smirked at her and he checked her out. She wanted to jump up and down.
Ping.
-How did it go?
-He smiled at me and then he looked me up and down. 😭 clearly he likes what he sees!
Erik nibbled on his bottom lip to control the urge to smile with all of his teeth. This was so much fun. The most fun he’d had an a long time. It was good to be back.
Erik packed his things so that he could be on his way to the class he needed to assist. As he was getting ready to leave, he felt his phone vibrating with an incoming call. He plucked his cell from his pocket and brought it to his ear. His eyes connected with Valencia’s briefly before turning away.
“Hello? Hey…I was headed there now—really? You sure? Okay…no, no…it’s all good. Uh…I’ll just finish grading everything and drop it off later? Perfect. Alright…see you next Friday…”
Erik ended the call. Fuck it. He didn’t want to assist that class today anyway now that something and someone had his attention more. He stole a glance at her and she was reading from a philosophy textbook. He knew philosophy well. So well that he tutored for it. Erik had an idea. He took his seat again and brought his laptop back out. He opened it to the messages and began typing away.
-That’s a good thing 😌 What’s he doing now?
-He was going to leave but changed his mind. I wonder why. Hmmm…maybe he can’t get enough of me lol
-maybe 🤔 lol. What are you doing now? Are you studying?
-I am. It’s philosophy. It’s so boring but I have to do it.
-Philosophy, huh? He actually tutors philosophy.
Valencia giggled to herself and shook her head.
-Why am I not surprised. He’s so smart 😍
Erik licked his lips. She was infatuated with his intellect. He liked that.
-You want another dare?
Valencia looked heavenward. Erik peeked over at her.
-Okay. What do you dare?
Valencia’s eyes veered from her laptop to Erik again.
Ping.
-I dare you to ask him to be your tutor.
Valencia exhaled louder than she’d expected to. She brought a hand to her belly to calm the butterflies. That actually wouldn’t be a bad idea. She just needed to calm her nerves. Valencia counted down from ten in her head and stood up from her seat. She paused with her fingertips against her philosophy textbook before lifting it from the table. She pressed it against her, beneath her cleavage, hugging it with both arms like those school girls from teen dramas.
She started making her way towards him slowly. Erik didn’t look away from his laptop until she was standing next to him. Being that close to him, his features more prominent, Valencia couldn’t find the words to speak. Erik looked up at her through his glasses and gave her a friendly smile before recognition washed over his face.
“Hi.” Erik said.
“Hi…”
Valencia shifted her focus on the empty seat at the table. She took a moment to gather herself before scooting out the chair and making herself comfortable.
“Weren’t you in the elevator the other day?” Erik said.
“Yeah…yeah that was me,” Valencia smiles.
Erik nodded his head, “You look different.”
She wasn’t as dolled up and she was soaked from head to toe.
“I didn’t look very flattering,” Valencia released a dry chuckle, growing more bashful the more his eyes were on her.
“No, what I mean is…you’re not all wet.”
Valencia blinked at Erik. Heat crept up her face. The way he said wet…
Erik’s eyes fell to the book that pushed her titties up.
“Philosophy. What’s your major?”
“Psychology.” Valencia replied.
“It doesn’t matter how slowly you go, as long as you don’t stop…”
He sounded those words out so smooth like he was serenading her. Valencia furrowed her brows at Erik’s response. Her full lips parted invitingly.
“…What?” She questions.
“Confucius. Confucianism? the importance of having a good moral character?”
“Oh—oh!”
Valencia sat her textbook down and giggled.
“Right, right…I had a brain fart.”
Erik laughed.
“Uhm…do you tutor?”
Valencia leaned in, unknowingly exposing her cleavage more. Erik fought the urge to look, focusing his penetrating gaze on her face.
He adjusted his glasses very studiously, “I do actually.”
“That’s perfect actually,” Valencia folds her arms against the table, “I could use a tutor. You seem to be well versed in the subject.”
Valencia looked at Erik expectantly with those doe eyes and honestly she could have whatever she wanted if she kept staring at him like that.
“Are you asking me?” Erik quirked a brow.
“…Please?”
Valencia folded her hands and pouted her bottom lip. It was adorable.
“Are you free after five?” Erik inquired.
“I am, actually. Tonight I have plans with friends but I can meet at five.”
“Alright,” Erik shut his laptop, “We can study in the lounge at the dorms. Wait…”
Erik touched Valencia’s arm, stopping her from standing. The hairs on her arm stood up like a jolt of electricity coursed through her.
“I didn’t catch your name…”
“Oh…sorry. Valencia.”
“Nice to formally meet you, Miss Valencia. I’m Erik.”
“I remember.”
They smiled at each other. Erik stood up, placing his laptop in his bag. Valencia took her time retrieving her textbook, unsure of what else to say.
“Well, I guess this is goodbye for now—”
“Valencia?”
Isaiah.
The last person she’d hope to run into. He looked irritated with her as he approached them. Valencia fixed her face into a look of frustration and Erik noticed straight away. The tension between them was palpable.
“What it do, shawty? You avoiding me?”
Valencia looked between Erik and Isaiah. Isaiah loomed closer, draping his arm around her shoulder. Valencia rolled her eyes.
“What can I do for you, Isaiah?” Valencia quipped.
“Did you block me?”
“I did—”
“For what? Didn’t we have a good time?”
Valencia pursed her lips and shut her eyes.
“Isaiah, don’t make me embarrass you…”
Truthfully, she was the one embarrassed at the moment. Erik’s eyebrows ticked up and the corner of his mouth twitched. Isaiah cut his eyes at Erik, sizing him up initially before he recognized him.
“Oh, shit what’s poppin’, Poet?”
Isaiah raised his hand to dab Erik. Erik slowly brought his hand forward and their palms collided with a loud smack and a firm grip. Erik released his hand and watched as Isaiah discreetly flexed his fingers.
“Don’t mind us, just tryna see why my girl mad at me.”
Isaiah clearly couldn’t read the room.
“I’m not your girl, Isaiah.”
Valencia lifted his arm from around her and turned to leave. She threw Erik a furtive glance before retreating quickly.
“Valencia!”
Shhhhhhhhhh!
He was in a library after all.
Isaiah was ready to chase her down but Erik yoked him up by his backpack to stop him.
“Gahdamn, Bro,” Isaiah fixed his bag.
“She’s not interested, One Pump Chump.”
“Fuck you and that nickname. That was one fucking time. I was drunk.”
“Yeahhhh and I’m sure the same happened with Valencia?”
Isaiah glared dangerously at Erik.
“If it didn’t happen that way, it shouldn’t matter, right?”
Erik slapped Isaiah on the back and proceeded to walk away.
“I’ll catch you later, little bruh.”
Erik threw up a hook and twisted his tongue before descending the stairs with a laugh.
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you coming over or what ?
matt sturniolo x reader
angst to fluff .
warnings: language, that’s all really !! just smooching
requested: kinda , anon wanted more matt , more angst and more fluff , thank you anon
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i have allways been a push over . well . not really . i just find the good in people , and that’s all i see .i get blinded by a small compliment , a small gesture , a shift in their attitude , and i run with it . i use it as fuel to run the fire that is a toxic and dangerous relationship. the fire ends up consuming me , engulfing the small embers of my heart that still somehow burns . eventually the fire burnt out , leaving ash . leaving a cold and hollow hole like a cigarette had created it .the only red and orange hues that still slowly burn in my chest is anger . hate . for one man and one man only .
matthew sturniolo .
i look down to the phone placed on my lap , neck muscles pulling at the sudden movement, a cold rush sent through ligaments as they have not been used in a while .my eyes have been glued to the tv for the past hour or so , only movement has been looking for my disgarded vape , or to trail a misplaced shadow , wondering if it’s a ghost ,my fucking anemia or lack of sleep fucking with my brain.
my eyes travel across the phone screen .
““matthew bernard sturniolo” sent you a message”
oh fuck off
i grab my phone from my thighs , sitting up straight and open the i message notification.
what?
my eyebrows furrow at this . a thousand thoughts fill my mind . i ignore the one that says go , i ignore the one that says you know how u feel , i ignore them all . the only one i pick apart , type out , and send , reading this;
me: the fuck u texting me for ??
matt: who’s this ?
me: u sent the message fuck ass??? soph???
matt: oh
me: oh ???
matt: wrong sophie mb
me: k
i roll my eyes and close my phone . my attention should be on my tv again , that’s where i’m looking . i’m looking at a scene i’ve watched multiple times , this being the 100th time i’ve watched the originals . my attention should be on the man on my screen. but it’s not . who the fuck is sophie ? why the fuck did he ask her to come over ? he knows another sophie ?
before my mind can react , my hand is on my phone . my thumbs jumping from each letter , playing hopscotch with my future . i don’t care . i really don’t , i’m just intrigued is all . that’s what i tell my self . no . that’s the truth .
me: k read 8:03
me: who’s sophie ?
i’m not quite sure when i started to hate matt . i mean we were never friends, i met chris first , then i met nick . i became friends with them , then naturally met matt . he had a girlfriend at the time , a stupid annoying stuck up bitch who allways had it out for me . bitch . so naturally i stayed away from him , and never really got to know him other then as nick and chris’s brother , matt didn’t try and talk to me so it became kinda awkward. then the awkward became “why is she/he here” and “why don’t they like me” and “fine i just won’t like him” . even his face pisses me off , the annoying blue eyes , the bags , the chiseled cheekbones , his lips . not in a weird way . he just never shuts the fuck up so of course i’m looking at his lips . what else am i gonna look at ? his hands ? the annoying ass rings he wears ??? his tattoos ….. i mean yeah i like tattoos but why does he have them ? and don’t get me started on the-
a ping from my phone snaps me from my thoughts .
matt: don’t worry about it .
god he’s pathetic.
me: what is she your new girlfriend…. couldn’t get me so pick the next best sophie .
matt: fuck off
i chuckle at myself, smiling at the messages . before i see a text bubble appearing .
matt: you coming over or what ?
…
my heart starts to quicken along with the pace of my thoughts . why the fuck does he want me to come over ? i weigh the pros and cons in my head , i go through the different scenarios , i even practice what i’m gonna say , what arguments i have for him . in all of these i’m left confused and intrigued .
if curiosity killed the cat , this pussy is fucked.
i don’t give myself a second to back out , grabbing my phone , letting him know i’m on my way , grabbing my keys and before i know it i’m pulling out of my driveway and halfway to his house .
the drive is a short one usually , more often then not it’s an excited and happy drive , knowing i get to see my two best friends .and i get to argue with matt . but this one is different, my hands are gripping my wheel , depriving my fingertips of blood as my palms strangle the warm leather . my eyes dart across the road , to my mirror , to the map , showing me in perfectly placed pictures the destination of my mistake .the road mocks me with the traffic lights i pass . each time it counts down to red , illuminating a big “game over”, taunting me with its game . within seconds , i’m putting my car in neutral . within a few more im out side of his door , knuckles hovering over the wood.
two knocks.
three seconds
“hey”
his hair is messy , eyes are heavy and his face is a dead and emotionless one. i exhaile a breath . pulling myself together and barge past him , shoulders colliding, knocking him back a step .
“nice to see you too” he continues, before slamming the door and turning towards me .
“why am i here matt .” i ask , defeat and impatience laced in my voice , crossing my arms .
“you literally drove your self here? you tell me” matt replies , walking past me , towards his living room and dropping his body onto the couch. i scoff and turn to walk towards him , slumping in the spot farthest away from him on the creme sofa .
“you quite literally asked me to come” i finally replied,he smirks slightly and turns his head towards me , eyes still on the tv before he meets my eyes .
“wow . i ask , you come ? that easy ? man you must be obsessed with me” he condescends , leaning forward and looking me up and down.
i huff a breath from my nose and raise my eyebrows , before grabbing a pillow and covering my body , feeling naked infront of him.
“oh please , the only reason i’m here is pure intrigue, just because i share a name with your little slut doesn’t mean i’ll let you-“
“who the fuck are you talking about” he cuts me off , pure confusion and disgust painted across his features .
“sophie ??? the girl you were meant to text ??” i ask before leaning back and looking around dramatically “ is she here ??? do i get to meet her , SOPHIEEEE , WHERE ARE YOUUUU-”
a hand cups my mouth and cuts me off , i turn around to see the boy attached to it leaning over me , inches away from my face . my heart quickens slightly before i feel my ears heat up , my breathing under his palm becoming more harsher .
“chris and nick are asleep right now , shut the fuck up” matt says in a slight whisper, his now wide eyes darting between mine rapidly , then falling to his hand over my mouth and removing it before speaking.”sorry ….. i don’t want them waking up , especially if you’re here”
i’m speechless for an embarrassingly long time , my hurried breaths fanning his hair at the closeness . he notices this and moves back , still sat near me . we sit in awkward tension for a while before he speaks up again.
“there isn’t another sophie”
what
“what?” my head whips towards him , eyebrows furrowed , his eyes meet mine , surprisingly soft features gleaming in the dim lighting from the floor lamp and kitchen light .
unbeknownst to her , the words meant more then she knew . she is the only sophie . the only girl that ever occupies his mind . his sophie . it doesn’t matter that she hates him . she hates him. there was no one else for him .
“u literally said “the fuck you texting me for” what else was i supposed to say . “oh i want to hang out ? we haven’t seen each other in a while !! yeah you hate me but i’m sure u wanna spend time with me alone” he mocks me , using air quotes and talking with his hands . i smile at him for a second before realizing i was and dropping it immediately.
“ ok …. why the fuck do u want to hang out with me ? you also hate me ? right?” i reply, genuinely, we have spent a year and a half being horrible to each other . i’m met with silence, his eyes fall to the couch cushions , eyebrows curled downward matching his perplexed expression. “matt i don’t understand you ? what do u mean you want-“
i’m cut off as he heaves forward and collides our lips , his hands grab my face holding it close to his. my eyes widen and i think a million things. none of the scenarios never prepared me for this . none of the conversations ended with this . and i cannot argue with him on this. i move with him and relax in his hold , my hands cover his on my face , before moving one to the back of his neck pulling him impossibly closer. the years of using our tongues as knifes , battling in heated arguments, cutting each other apart with the wielding of words prepared us for this . we lay down our swords and use our tongues in perfect harmony. our kiss like a puzzle peice finally fitting together . a dance perfectly paced .
i pull away first , the bewilderment finally hitting me . all this time ? he felt it .
“i didn’t mean , a single word i said . do you know how it felt, to be around you , knowing that i was completely ,and irrevocably in love with you.” he pants out each phrase, the breath he held to kiss me finally filling his lungs. “i was with her , and loved you , she knew soph , she knew i loved you before i did . i made you hate me because i couldn’t love you and be with her , i couldn’t be around you because all i wanted to do was kiss you . all i ever wanted was you . then when i could love you …. when i finally broke up with her …. you still hated me . i’m so sorry i’m sorry im-“
i cut him off now , reattaching our swollen lips , i desperately kiss him , needing him to know more then anything that i understand. “matt” i pull away and grab his face now , forcing him to look at me , forcing him to understand. “i have never hated you , not really. i hated when i couldn’t have u , i hated when i couldn’t hold u , i hated when i couldn’t love you .god i love you matt , allways have” i breathlessly ramble out , the months of pretending finally being lifted from my shoulders, relaxing as he pulls them towards him , wrapping his arms around me and holding me close.
in his arms i feel myself drift off , hearing his rapid heartbeat slowly dying down , my head rising and falling on his chest as he takes in his breath . we’re both aware of the conversation to be had in the morning. and of the explanation to his brothers when they find two people that spend their time sending death threats each others way , wrapped together in each others limbs . but the comfort and warmth of the room and each others body’s is enough to will us both asleep .
still kinda hate him tho .
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🤍🍼
what a little bitch bro being all cute and shit . (can this be us matty poo 🥺🥺🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️)
kinda hate this . felt like the angst wasn’t angsty enough. next time i’ll make someone cry but i wanted sophie to also be the problem and also be a bitch 😇
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IN a week - what I’ve never seen in a Steve 80’s pop star AU!!! his hair? joes actual voice? THE FACE? He’s always giving pop star to me
Yessss thanks sm for requesting honey!
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popstar!Steve x fem!reader ♡ 705 words
“Oh wow.” You swipe a magazine from the rack by the checkout. “The sexual exploits of heartthrob Steve Harringon? Inside source tells all?” You raise an eyebrow at your boyfriend. “Stevie, is there anything you’d like to tell me? Has Robin sold you out?”
“She would,” Steve allows, not even looking at the magazine as he sets your groceries on the conveyor belt. Nancy has told him a million times to not risk being out in public like this, but he says he misses the mundanity of it. I just want to go to the mall and shit like that with my girlfriend, that shouldn’t be a big ask. So they’d compromised; Steve sacrifices the volume of his hair every time he goes out by squishing it under a baseball cap, and Nancy gets the peace of mind knowing that there’s no chance of her most big-time client being recognized while his hair (practically trademarked, at this point) is covered. “But she has even more fun with feeding them ridiculous stories. She says my real life is too boring.” He wraps his arm around you, drawing you away from the magazine rack. “Monogamy, you know?”
“Such a drag,” you agree, gratified when he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Wanna see what she told them?”
Steve makes a noncommittal humming sound, but he leans over to watch as you leaf through to find his page. “Ooh, this is a good picture of you, babe.” Steve winks at you from the page, skin glossy and laminate. “Okay, so you slept with every single girl at Hawkins High while you were there, you…apparently had a very passionate fling with an heiress on vacation in Bora Bora, and you were found in a closet, completely naked with two girls at a party…in uptown?” You gawp at him, feigning betrayal. “Stevie, was that the party last week? When did you slip away?”
He jostles you by the shoulder. “Shut up.”
“You’re so sweet to me. Hey, look—” you pick up another magazine, reading off the cover, “The seven-step regiment Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington doesn’t want you to know.”
“You’re joking.” He scrambles to see over your shoulder, and you laugh, showing it to him.
“I am,” you confess, and Steve actually sighs in relief. “It says five steps.”
“Suckers,” he scoffs. “Don’t fuck with me like that, babe, that’s my income you’re joking about.”
You laugh again, reaching up to take his hand where it’s slung over your shoulder. “Don’t sell yourself short,” you say, intertwining your fingers. “It’s only like, ninety percent of your income. You’ve got some talent.”
Steve looks at you, eyebrows rising nearly to the brim of his hat. “Oh yeah? Changing our tune from the car this morning, are we?”
You scoff, but he only wrestles you closer, pulling you tight against his side. “I didn’t say you were a bad singer, I said you couldn’t hit the same notes as Madonna.”
“But I did,” he says smugly, taking out his wallet as you approach the checkout.
“Well, you tried.”
Steve hums disappointedly. “M’gonna have to rethink all these free, private concerts if my audience doesn’t appreciate them,” he says.
You smother a laugh, pressing a hand to your chest in a show of dismay. “What? No, please, Mr. Harrington, you can’t do that. I’m your biggest fan!”
“Harrington?” The cashier, a man not much older than you or Steve, looks up from the groceries. “Like, Steve Harrington?”
Steve tenses, and you feel instantly guilty for your dramatics. “Yup,” you say quickly. “I’m a big fan of his.”
The man nods. “Me too. Heard he’s back in town for a bit.”
“You don’t say.”
“Yeah, but I mean, we probably won’t be seeing him around much,” he says matter-of-factly, shrugging his shoulders. Steve looks down as subtly as he can, hiding his face under the brim of his cap. “When you get that famous, you can’t just be going out in public like the rest of us. Poor dude would probably get mobbed.”
“Probably,” you agree, smiling as you squeeze Steve’s hand in your grip. He sneaks his other hand to your waist where the cashier can’t see, pinching scoldingly at your side. “Wouldn’t want that.”
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Not my Name. Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader. *FLUFF*
*NOT MY GIF*
Summary: Based on this question I got from an anon. Eddie has been “bugging” reader all day, when he disrupts her nap, she calls him by his “government name” and he takes it to heart.
TW: Eddie being extra. Implied that Eddie wants sex.
Word Count: 869
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Eddie was in a mood.
Well 2 moods. Both of which, playful.
He had been poking fun at his girlfriend all afternoon; laying on top of her, making dumb little noises in her ear while he was on top of her, licking her neck at one point, and slapping her ass any opportunity he got.
The trailer was freezing, and when she was cold, all she wanted to do was nap.
She snuck away to Eddie’s room when he was on the phone with one of the guys from Hellfire, snuggling Eddie’s pillow while she burrowed under all the blankets and dozed off.
It felt like only a few seconds passed before she heard the door open and quiet footsteps behind her. She was still aware of her surroundings, but she was too far into sleep to wake up and investigate the sound.
“Sweetheart, you wanna go to the movies?” Eddie asks in her ear, slowly sliding into bed behind her, wrapping his arm around her while he pressed kisses to her cheek.
She could smell the fresh cigarette he had just smoked on his breath and his clothes, the smell making her snuggle against him deeper.
“Hey, wake up.” He pokes. “Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.”
She huffs loudly. “I’m trying to sleep.”
“I know, I want you to wake up. I wanna do something.” He whines like a child. “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” He chants in her ear, pulling the blanket down from around her shoulder.
“No.” She whines, trying to take the blanket back from him. “I wanna nap! Take a nap with me. You’re doing a lot of extra shit right now, you need to relax!”
Eddie tsks. “I don’t want to nap. We can nap after we have some fun. Come on, princess.” He starts to press kisses to her exposed shoulder.
“Nooooo.” She whines, trying to keep her eyes shut in hopes she could easily fall back asleep.
A sharp sting against her shoulder blade makes her gasp loudly, her eyes flying open. “Eddie! Fucking ow!” She shouts, turning to her back to flash him a dirty look.
“Who?” He furrows his brows at her.
“What? Who what?”
“Who did you just call me?” Eddie pouts, his face reading offended.
“Your… your name.”
“What was the first rule I said when we started this relationship?”
“Not to touch the radio in the car.”
“Really?” He glares at her.
She looked over at him completely dumbfounded that he was taking this so seriously. “Eddie, you’re kidding me. All I did was call you by your name.”
“Yeah! Exactly! I am: babe, baby, handsome, peaches, daddy, sir, or dungeon master. That’s it.”
She bites her lip to stifle a laugh that would just cause another outburst. “Y-you like when I call you peaches?” She covers her mouth with her hand, smiling from ear to ear underneath.
Eddie pouts again. “No, but it’s better than you calling me Eddie.”
She can’t help but let out a full belly laugh, pulling him closer to her. “Oh my poor sensitive baby. I’m sorry I called you Eddie. I won’t call you that again.”
He rests his head just above her chest, letting her play with his hair. “Good.”
“Did you still want to have some fun, Edward?” She can’t help but burst into a fit of laughter, never having called him Edward before, mostly because he hated his “proper” name.
“Babe!” Eddie yells, wrapping both of his arms under her and attacking her with his mouth. “That’s even worse than Eddie! Stop being mean.”
She was crying tears from laughing so hard, not having enough energy to fight back with Eddie. “I-I-I can’t stop laughing!” She covers her face with her hands, having a full blown hysterical laughter fit.
“Call me babe and I’ll let you go. Call me babe!”
“Okay! Okay! Get off me, baby please! I can’t breathe anymore!” She almost shrieks.
Eddie lets her go, laughing at how worked up she was next to him. “You done?”
“My tummy hurts from laughing.” She flips over and lays on her belly, burying her face in the pillow so she can calm down and stop laughing. After a few seconds she looks up at Eddie, bursting into another fit of laughter.
“You know what, take your nap. I’m going to go hang out with Henderson.”
“No, don’t leave me. I’m done! I’m done! I’m sorry, baby. I’m all done.” She inhales deeply, a smile still plastered on her face. “Kiss so I can say sorry?”
Eddie leans over to press a sweet kiss to her lips. Resting his forehead on hers. “You’re a punk, you know that?”
She giggles and kisses his nose. “Yeah, but you love me… peaches.”
Eddie’s face grows red in embarrassment at the stupid nickname he had given himself one night when he was drunk that she threw in his face when she thought she was being funny. “Alright, I’ll remember this the next time you want me to love on you when you’re needy, punk ass.”
“Aww, pouty baby. Come here, I promise I’m all done now.” She says, kissing his cheek over and over.
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The Summer I Remembered You (C.F) (Part 9)
A/N: This series needs to SLOW DOWN. I remember being on ep 1😭
Synopsis: It’s the Fourth of July in cousins
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The fourth of July in cousins is a big deal. Susannah always goes full out by decorating the entire house. This year, it’s gonna be different, I can feel it.
John would be coming up for the fourth, and even though it’s with his girlfriend i’m still happy to see him. Things have been tense with me and Laurel this whole summer. I didn’t know if Mr. Fisher was coming.
Here I am attempting to put a sheet on the bed, but it won’t budge. I’ve never been good at these, and after a couple of tries I end up falling onto the bed frustrated.
“Need some help?” I look over and see Conrad leaning on the wall. My face instantly turns red.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah sure.”
He comes over to me and we’re so close, but I don’t say anything. He has this smug look on his face like “I’m better than you” which made me annoyed but also blush at the same time.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I mean, I wouldn’t say that Conrad and me are like friends again, because you sure has hell don’t look at your friend and think “I wanna kiss you.”
But we’re something.
“See, that’s how you do it.” He says smirking.
“Shut up.” I say while throwing a pillow at his face.
“Hey!” He throws one back and then I just look at him for a second contemplating if I should even ask, “Is your dad coming up for the fourth?”
He shakes his head, “No.”
“Okay.” I say silently.
How are you doing with Laurel and John?” He asks and it’s because a long time ago I told him about my relationship with Laurel and John. I cringe at the thought now.
“I guess i’m fine.” I say shrugging.
“Your obviously not.” Conrad argues.
Why does he suddenly care? I wanna be angry at him, but I can’t.
I hear some commotion downstairs and then I hear Johns name being called. It’s the perfect excuse. Conrad is way ahead of me already though.
“Guess it’s time to meet the new girlfriend.” Conrad teases.
“Shut up.” I smirk and then we both make our way downstairs. Jere, Steven and Belly are already waiting by the front door and staring at the window.
“Damn, she’s hot.” Jere says pointing at the figure.
“Ew, Jere stop!” Belly hits him on the back and he whines a little. He’s such a kid.
“That could be like, your new future stepmom.” Conrad says nudging my shoulder. I practically barf at his words trying to imagine that 20 something year old being my step mom.
Once John and the girl who was named Victoria came in, we all said our awkward hi and then made our way outside. The girl was really nice, but the last thing I needed was another change of moms.
The debs ended up coming shortly after and once we were all settled in, I couldn’t help but notice Nicole and Conrad in the pool. I tried not to look but my temptations always got the better of me when Conrad was involved. He was smelling her. Okay?
“So yn, Belly, Shayla? I heard your all debs this year.” John says uplifting the mood.
I smile and nod, “Yeah, i’m excited.”
Laurel sighs, “I just don’t understand why girls wanna be apart of it. It’s clearly just for people who don’t know who they are and think a debb ball can shape their personality.”
Ouch.
Me and Belly stared at Laurel awkwardly and Shayla said she had to use the bathroom. It’s best she got out of there.
“So, me and Belly are just girls who don’t know who they are, what they want, but we want a deb ball to shape our personality?”
Laurels face turns red. “That’s not what I meant yn.”
Belly rolls her eyes, “That’s what it sounded like.” It was actually nice to have Belly on my side. We felt connected again.
“Will you both stop it? Yn, stop enabling bad behavior for your sister. Be an example.”
Laurel was starting to raise her voice, and I could tell something else was on her mind. Maybe it had to do with John bringing his new young girlfriend, but whatever it was, was making her angry.
“I’m not doing—”
“Stop arguing me.” At this point people were starting to stare more than I would have liked.
“Just because yn said something I agree with doesn’t mean she’s “enabling bad behavior.” I can think what I want.” Belly protests.
Laurel laughs, “Sure. I need a drink.” And with that she was gone. I saw Conrad’s eyes linger to mine and he had the last look I wanted to see on his face. Pity.
—
A couple of minutes later, I was bored out of my mind and saw Jeremiah, Conrad, and Belly in the kitchen. I rushed in their to see what they were doing.
“Yn! Come help us!” Jeremiah yelled. I nodded and Jeremiah pulled me by hand into the kitchen. I then sat next to Conrad who was squeezing pomegranate into the blender.
“Adam would be so pissed if he found out we were using this.” I say laughing.
Conrad then turns to me, “He won’t find out, he’s not here.” He sounded a little happier than I thought he should and Jere got kinda annoyed, but me and Belly ignored it. The whole time she was eyeing me and Conrad which made me feel weird.
I added the vodka and Conrad tipped it so it could go even more which made me laugh. “Conrad!”
“You know what my favorite thing was?” Conrad says while blending the drink, “Whenever Laurel would put Adam in her place she would be like “Adam”
“Hey kids!” The weirdest thing just happened. Mr. Fisher walked through the door. Great timing by Conrad. Jeremiah smiled and went to hug Mr. Fisher and me and Belly stood awkwardly occasionally giving each other looks.
Conrad stayed silent. I noticed his hand shaking under the table and I grabbed it, stroking his fingers with my thumb. I knew all about Conrad and Mr. Fishers relationship. It wasn’t pretty.
I knew Conrad didn’t want him here, but why? What could he have done that changed Conrad so drastically?
Susannah and Laurel came inside and Susannah tensed up immediately. It seemed the only person happy to see him was Jere.
“Conrad, can we talk?” Mr. Fisher says but Conrad shakes his head, roughly letting go of my hand. Just like that, his guard was up again.
I felt this urge, this want to be there for him. He didn’t look okay. I knew the look on his face all too well. It only happened once, but when it did, it was scary.
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Last Summer, Age 15 (Almost 16)
Mr. Fisher constantly compared the kids. Even though Conrad was the golden child, did that even matter? I knew Conrad wanted to be nothing like him, and I respected him for that. Poor Jeremiah didn’t know any better, though.
They had just had a nasty fight. Susannah, Adam, and Conrad. Conrad had jumped in to defend Susannah, but it only ended bad. Me and Belly were listening from the pool, because they were screaming so loud we didn’t need to go any closer.
10 minutes after the fight I knew I needed to find Conrad. I ran inside despite Belly’s questions and walked upstairs. It wasn’t until I heard pacing footsteps and heavy breathing that I went towards Conrad’s room.
“Conrad?” I ask.
No response.
I walked into his room to see him walking back in fourth, holding a hand to his heart. I shut the door immediately and run over to him.
My hands are on his face, but worry is all I can trace.
“Con, what’s going on?”
“I-I- c-can’t..”
My eyes widen at this sight. I had only seen it in movies, but I knew he was having some sort of attack. Panic Attack.
I pulled Conrad’s hands away from his heart and looked deep into his eyes. “You’re okay. It’s fine. Follow my breathing.”
He shook his head at first but I started to stroke his hair and eventually we fell onto the bed together. His head was buried in my neck and he was still trying to get his breathing back to normal.
“Conrad.” I whisper and he looks up.
His eyes are bloodshot red and my heart was breaking for him. I have never seen him like this before.
“Is this about the fight?” I ask.
“I think..” He says laying his head back down. His grip on me becomes tighter.
“Your okay. Breathe, Conrad.” You continue to stroke his hair and even place a kiss on his head.
“I need you.” Conrad whispered.
My heart felt like breaking into tiny little pieces. But at the end of the day, Conrad was the one who could put me back together.
“I’m right here.”
“Don’t leave me.” He practically begged.
“Conrad. I’m not gonna leave you, okay?” He turned to face me and then he just nodded.
I wanted to kiss him. Right then and there. So bad.
Instead he laid back down and I stroked his face while he hugged my stomach.
Something had changed. We never had acted on this tension that was always here. We knew not to. But things were changing, and I didn’t know how much longer of an act I could put up.
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Present Day:
The debs and boys all decided to go down to the beach with the margaritas we had made. We were all sat in a circle.
Belly was having a little bit too much fun, and the drinks were getting to her. “We - we should play a drinking game?”
Jere laughed, “Tell that to your boyfriend, look who we found.”
Cam comes around the corner smiling but he’s not alone - he’s with Josh. Oh boy.
I could see Conrad’s insides curl up at the sight of Josh. It made me feel weird, excited, and angry at the same time. I decided to ignore them because I couldn’t deal with him. He acts like he likes me and then completely doesn’t care.
“Josh! Cam!” Me and Belly both signal them to come over to us, and Josh smiles sitting next to me.
“Long time no see.” He says through a smirk.
I giggled and even though Conrad was looking at me, I don’t care. My life isn’t centered around him, and I’ll do anything to prove it.
Belly smiles, “Alright! Let’s get on with that drinking game.”
“Cheers to that!”
And so we did.
Too many margaritas later, I felt fucked. This isn’t the most, but I definitely do feel fucked.
“Okay, okay, what if we play never have I ever with a twist?” Nicole suggests in her half drunk state.
“I’m interested.” Steven adds.
“Basically instead of all putting a finger down, someone asks someone else if they’ve done whatever, and if you’ve done it you drink.” Nicole explains.
“That’s confusing.” Gigi says.
“Sounds fun!” Belly counters.
So we played.
When it was my turn, I looked around to see who I was gonna ask. I looked them dead in the eye until they were looking back at me. Jere smirked.
“Jere, i’ll pick you.”
“Fine, what?”
“Never have you ever, fucked around with two people from the same family?” I closed my mouth with my hands, and I was shocked. Usually I would never ask that, but drunk me was the total opposite of me.
“Easy.” Jere immediately downs the drink and we all start making gagging noises. He really is a man whore.
After a couple more go arounds, it was safe to say everyone was fucked up. Conrad was the only one close to sane which surprised me. He always surprised me.
“Alright, Alright, yn your turn.” Nicole says pointing at me.
“Hit me.” I say.
“Never have you ever..” She sits thinking for a minute until a smirk plastered her face.
“Had sex before?”
Fuck.
All eyes were on me, and either answer was just bad. My eyes dared not to graze Conrad’s, but boy was he staring at me.
“Nah, yn is clean.” Steven says but I don’t move.
“Yn?” Belly asks in a suprised manner. Even Josh was staring at me.
“Uh..” I looked down at my drink, thinking about what my next step should be.
Steven looks at me with wide eyes, “Yn..?”
I sigh, “I would drink.. but..” I slowly put my drink down, “I can’t. Because I haven’t.” A wave of relief fills me when everyone starts laughing and saying i’m such a tease. Conrad isn’t laughing though. He looks like someone just punched him.
“gosh yn!” Shayla jokes.
—
After we left the beach, I stumbled back to the house obliterated. We were sat on a bench and we’re watching the boys play football, (by that I mean me and belly staring at Conrad)
Belly ended up saying some shit about Taylor and Steven hooking up to Shayla which made things weird, so they ended up going somewhere else. I don’t know if they left or not but I couldn’t stop staring, thinking. Conrad.
The way he looked at me when Nicole asked that question. It broke me. But he could do that. Break me, love me, and my heart would still belong to him.
Eventually it was just me and my margaritas watching him, so I got up and made my way back to the house.
My body aches for more of the margaritas. So that’s what I did. I downed a shit tone of them. If Belly had had 7, I had 14.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
So here I was walking around the house laughing to myself. How ironic. I heard the outside shower turn on and in a fit of desperation run over to where the sound is coming from. Low and behold the Conrad fisher is there.
“Hey.” I say.
He half smiles, “Do you mind?”
“Not at all, actually.” I reply. I usually would never even dare to think these words, but maybe getting drunk will help me get my emotions out.
I continue, “Everyone left. So drink a margarita.”
“Okay just leave it out there and I’ll get it after.”
It was too late, I wasn’t even listening to him. I was fucking staring at him. His abs. His wet hair which could do many things to me i’m ashamed to admit. He’s so beautiful. Beautiful things are made to be admired.
And Conrad Fisher was beautiful.
“I’ve always liked you with wet hair.”
Conrad then turned around in the shower and his face dropped a little, but remained calm. “What’s so romantic about wet hair?”
I shake my head, “You just don’t get it. You never do.”
He goes to say something but I hold my hand up. “Allow me to demonstrate.” Without another word I run into the shower, the cold striking my cutoffs and crop top.
“What are you doing?!” Conrad yells over the water.
I smile and ruffle with his hair, “This is romantic, Conrad.”
He then grabs my arm and brings it back down, but he doesn’t let go. Not right away. His touch lingers.
Then, my heart dropped. I knew I had to ask him while the time was right.
“Why did you look at me like that earlier?” I ask.
He looks at me shyly, “What do you mean?”
I roll my eyes at his confusion, “When she asked me that question! Don’t act like you don’t know.”
I could see his cheeks turn red and then his gaze is all I can see. He stares into my soul. My body feels like it’s on fire but I don’t mind. As long as I’m burning with him.
He steps closer to me and moves a strand of my hair out my face. “You know why.”
Longing turned into regret. Regret. I should’ve never asked. I already knew the answer.
“Yeah. I do.”
And then I was rushing away.
—
My eyes open to the lights being turned on in the room. My head is cluttered with thoughts. I had no idea where I was.
“How you feeling?” I turn to see John which makes me smile.
“Horrible. I don’t know what came over me.” He smiles and sits next to me on the bed.
“That makes two of you, but at least you weren’t so drunk you knocked over Susannah’s cake stand, along with her too.”
I cringed, imagining that happening in my head.
“Well, at least you didn’t run into the outdoor shower where Conrad was and start playing with his hair.”
My dads face turns red which makes me giggle slightly.
“What happened between you two? You were best friends.”
I shrug. I wish I knew, and a while ago I would’ve known. But it’s a shit show of a summer. Everything I thought was true wasn’t.
“Where’s everyone?” I ask.
“Belly’s sleeping, Jere and Steven are shooting fireworks. Conrad’s.. I don’t really know.”
“What about Susannah and Laurel?”
John sighs, “Big fight. Laurel left.”
I gasped, “What?” All he does is nod.
“She was being really annoying today though.”
“Don’t talk about your mother like that, yn. You know things have been hard and I know she shouldn’t blame you for things you can’t control, though. I’ll talk to her, okay? She loves you.”
I nod and he kisses me on the forehead, “Get some more sleep, ynn”.
I nod and lay back down as the lights shut, the door closing behind me.
I close my eyes and imagine everything I had been hoping for. And when I open my eyes, I think it might be coming true.
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A/N: AHHHH! You guys were like 2-3 chapters away from the major drama I can’t believe it! Yn and Conrad drive me crazy sometimes but we’re okay🫶🏻
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disgraceful…
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pairing: max fox x female reader
warnings: homophobia, Maxs dad (a warning in itself)
a/n: i changed the request slightly, i hope that’s ok. my apologies if u don’t like it :)
Hot.
That’s all I can think as Maxs hands roam my waist keeping me situated on her lap, her lips pressed passionately onto my own as my hands run through her hair. Pulling back to breathe I smile brightly at seeing Maxs doe eyes staring up at me. “Your so hot baby.” I sigh leaning down to kiss her cheek softly.
Max’s cheeks flush red. Her lips are swollen slightly and her eyelids are slightly heavy. “Shut up.” She whispers moving one hand up to my face to tilt my head back so her lips can attach to my neck.
“Oh yes-“
“MAX.”
The two of us are fast to leap away from one another, one of my hands moving to cover the hickey Max had definitely just given me and the other attends to my ruffled hair and clothes.
After taking care of the mess I am I look up to the doorway to see Sam (Maxs mum) and a man I hadn’t seen before standing slightly aghast.
“Dad?” Max frowns. I glance over to my girlfriend to see her jaw clench in annoyance as he waves sheepishly. “Xanders staying for dinner apparently so hurry your asses down here.” Sam grins, her right eye twitching ever so slightly.
“Right be down in a sec.” Max replies shoving both her parents out her room and closing the door behind her.
As the door closes Max glances at me, her face one of pure irritation. “Are you fucking with me? He comes over today? On our anniversary and has the audacity to stay for fucking dinner.” She begins pacing the room, hands tugging at her hair.
“Hey Max. Baby. Calm down.” I immediately pause her pacing as I stand before her grasping at her wrists. “I know it’s annoying but once we have dinner we can come back up to your room and watch movies and lay together ok? Just get through dinner.” I lean in and kiss her forehead allowing her to inhale deeply and nod.
“Let’s get this over with.”
Heading down the stairs, nausea washes over me at the thought of Max’s father waiting for our entrance. Even though I know he won’t be around often I can’t help but want him to like me, for Max’s sake.
“Took you long enough.” Frankie’s quick to remark with a roll of their eyes as Max and I take our seats beside one another at the table. “Shut up.” Max retorts causing Sam to glare at both of them.
An awkward silence encompasses the table as everyone not so subtly glances at the girls father who seems blissfully unaware of the tension he is causing.
“So are you two best friends?” Xander asks gesturing between myself and Max with his fork, his eyebrows twitching slightly. “No. This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” Max replies rather harshly causing my hand to reach for her own under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Ah.” Max’s father remains silent, tearing his eyes from the two of us and over to Duke.
As he attempts a conversation with the youngest sister I glance over at Max to find her stabbing at her food. “Did the food do something to you?” I smirk towards the curly haired girl who sends me a glare. “Shut up.” She replies sulkily, her curls falling in front of her face. I sigh softly knowing she doesn’t mean what she’s saying.
“Baby, it’s going well.” I whisper reaching over to tuck her hair behind her ears. The action causes Max’s lips to curve up slightly as she tilts her head at me, mouth open to reply.
“Let’s not do that at the dinner table.” Xanders voice is laced with disgust as he grips his fork rather harshly. “Do what exactly?” Sam asks with a condescending tilt of her head.
“You know what I mean.” He grimaces gesturing circles around Max and I. “And what do you mean exactly?” I ask with faux confusion, not willing to let him ruin Max and I’s anniversary because he can’t handle lesbians. “Spit it out.” Max snaps, her eyes narrowed as she glares at her dad.
“It’s not natural ok? Is that what you want to hear?” Xander scoffs slamming his fist against the table, the cluttering of cutlery causing both Duke and Frankie to flinch. I can feel the tightness of my jaw as I eyeball him, his hands shaking with what could be rage or anxiety or both.
Tension fills the air, so thick I feel like I’m choking. Everyone’s eyes remain on Xander as he remains unashamed, his own eyes staring daggers into Max’s.
“Get the fuck out.” Sam abruptly stands up from her seat and points to the door. “It’s one thing to not see your daughters ever, but to come into our house and discriminate against them.” She let’s out a breath before inhaling again. “Get the fuck out before I drag you myself.” She seethes, her veins in her hands popping so hard I fear they may explode.
Xander hesitantly rises to his feet, his eyes falling to the floor as shame runs through him. My hand reaches for Max’s, squeezing it gently as tears flow down her cheeks.
Xanders shame turns back to fury at our interaction, his shoulders squaring at the two of us. “Disgraceful.” He spits at Max, who inhales deeply and looks away from the man. “You heard Sam.” I manage to say, a frown forming on my brow as his sour expression turns to me. “Don’t speak to me you-you fag.” He snaps before turning on his heel and heading towards the front door, slamming it loudly on his way out.
Maxs facade finally breaks, her shoulder crumbling as she sobs heavily. Sam pouts rushing over to hug her daughter, Frankie and Duke not far behind, a few stray tears falling down their cheeks.
“Hes not welcome back here.” Sam whispers pressing a kiss to Max’s head before glancing over at me. “Are you ok sweetie?” She asks reaching over Max to extend a hand to stroke my hair and cup my cheek. I nod, jaw clenched. “I’ve had worse said to me.”
Sam chuckles lightly before pulling away from Max. “Come on girls, give them some space.” Frankie and Duke pull away and leave the kitchen but not before giving me one last hug.
“Look after her.” Frankie frowns glancing at Max who sniffles slightly. “Of course.” I smile letting Frankie go and moving my chair closer to Max as it becomes only the two of us.
“I’m here Max. I’m not going anywhere.” I whisper leaning forwards to pull her into my chest. Maxs arms wrap tightly around my waist, her head burying itself in my neck. “He hated me. That look on his face.” She shudders in my hold and continues to sob.
I bite my lip trying to ward off my own tears. Pressing my lips against her hair I shake my head. “He doesn’t hate you baby, he will need time to process and if he can’t then your better off without him.”
Max pulls her head out of my neck so she can look me in the eyes. “I adore you.” She whispers giving me a teary smile. My hands reach up to cup her cheeks, wiping the stray tears as I return her smile. “I adore you too.” I reply leaning forwards to place a kiss on her nose. “You don’t deserve the cruelness the word can bring.” I sigh gently tracing patterns along her jaw with my thumb.
Maxs lower lip trembles and juts out slightly, a tell tale sign she was about to cry again. “I love you baby.” I whisper pressing my lips to hers in an attempt to kiss her pout away.
It works as I feel her smile against my lips. Breaking our kiss she pulls away again to place her hands in mine.
“I love you too.”
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The Missing Piece
Chapter 2: Strange Feelings
Chapter Summary: Goodneighbor is facing quite some problems but Hancock needs a break. It's hard to concentrate with his mind spiraling back to the woman from the vault.
Wordcount: 2159
Chapter Index:
Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch. 4 / Ch. 5 / Ch. 6 / Ch. 7 / Ch. 8 / Ch. 9
Masterlist
The last week has been a mess.
The group of green skins that have attacked Nick and Blue settled down not far away from Goodneighbor. In fact, they came far too close for Hancock’s liking. He and Fahrenheit spend the last few days working hard on finding a solution. So hard even that John didn’t have time to take one of his little chem breaks every now and then to take off the edge.
His usually blurred mind sobered up over the time and got almost completely clear and sharp and it just wouldn’t shut up. Though being sober isn't something John is unfamiliar with, the sheer chaos in his head had kept him from concentrating.
Thoughts were racing through his head, bringing past demons back into focus. His mind zoned out constantly, brought him back to diamond city, to the things he did and didn’t do. But the worst part was the anxiety. Out of the blue he’d feel knots tightening in his chest, making it hard to breathe. He’d find himself clenching onto his sofas or desk, his chest heaving. At first he thought it might be some kind of bad tripping or a response to the never ending flood of pictures in his head. But he knows what that feels like and it doesn’t come close to whatever is going on with him now. It’s something he has no idea how to handle.
His nerve-racking arm was just the cherry on the top. Amari couldn’t find what was causing that unpleasant feeling and ended up just injecting Med-X. It did not help in the slightest, but Hancock didn’t bother to tell her. He thanked her for her help with Blue and his arm and quickly left.
“Hancock, what the fuck?” She asks, looking up from the map on the table. John’s face stays unreadable sternly, if she wouldn’t know him as well as she does, she’d find it quite intimidating. “That’s just bullshit! Are you even listening to what I’m saying? We are low on supplies as it is.” She points onto the map. “We can't go in with two teams, the two blocks are still raider territory, we'd have to -"
Needless to say that John’s mood soured quickly over the past few days and Fatenheit is getting sick of it.
“I’ve said two teams and two teams will get sent.” His voice is uncomfortably calm. The guards around the makeshift warrable share uneasy glances. Hancock has been really on edge like he is right now. To call the atmosphere in the room tense would be an understatement.
Fahrenheit doesn’t care about what he wants. “I won’t send our men on a suicide mission just because these mutants hurt the robots little girlfriend.”
John's knuckles are turning white from the tight grip on the table. “You do as I say.”
“Nope. Know what, I’m out.” Fahrenheit rounds the table to go for the door. She snips into the air, getting her men moving out of the room. “I am fucking tired of your irrational and stubborn orders. We'll adjourn this whole revenge trip of yours until you get your shit together. Go get your ass to The Third Rail and get wasted or something. It is absolutely impossible to work with you right now!" And with that the woman steps out of the office, leaving Hancock alone in the dim light of a few candles.
He's furious. How dare she talk to him like that? As much as he treasures their friendship, this woman is crossing lines. At the end of the day, he's the mayor and she's just his right hand. He's in charge and that's something she needs to keep in mind. it's one thing to yell at him when they are private and talking eye to eye, no problem with that. But she has to fucking stay in line when it is business related. Especially with their men around.
Her current disobedience is maddening. And the damn migraine isn't helping either. Or his shaking hands. Or the cold sweet. For fuck sake, withdrawals already? The absolute last thing he wants to do is admitting that Fahrenheit was right. Maybe he really should take a break and drown himself in cheap whisky that would make humans go blind. Maybe combined with jet, slowing his spinning mind that won't shut up about things he'd rather not think about.
Well, If they are still having jet and whisky, or alcohol in general that is. Their supply line is still cut. Another problem Hancock still has to solve. Maybe the mutants will kill the raiders or the other way around. That would be the easiest way but that again, nothing in the Commonwealth is easy.
Whatever. There is still an untouched 'survival kit' of all kinds of chems in the drawer of the mayor's desk. It definitely won't save his life when his town of criminals and junkies revolt against him for letting them dry down but at least he would be far away in mindless bliss when they paint his office with his guts.
Damn, since when did his thoughts go down such dark roads? John shakes his head, he really needs a break before his thoughts drive him crazy. With a sigh he takes his pack of smokes and leaves for The Third Rail.
When he passes Ham with a nod in greeting and enters the bar, he gets hit by the smell of cheap perfume, booze, smoke and vomit. Home.
The ghouls face cracks a smile when he sees his favorite detective sitting right at the bar, downing a longdrink, that smells exactly like coolant. Hancock takes the chair next to him. "Look who's here. Mind some company, Nicky?"
The synth huffs a laugh and takes a sip from his drink before he answers. "Not at all. And who am I to reject the mayor of Goodneighbor?"
Hancock orders two whiskeys and downs them both in one needy gulp. The liquid slowly burns its way down John's throat. Damn, he really needed that. While savoring the slow burn, he puts the glasses down with a loud clink.
Nick eyes Hancock with a questioning frown. "Ehm. A bit eager, are we?" Charlie refills the glasses without a comment and hovers away to the other guests.
John pulls out a pack of smokes from his pocket, taking one out and offers Nick one as well. The detective doesn't say no but the frown doesn't leave his face when he takes one.
"Long day in the office." John sighs as he lights up his cigarette before taking a long drag. "How are you doing, Nicky, everyone treating you alright?"
Nick simply nods before he takes another sip. "Yeah, yeah."
John notices the tiredness in the synth's voice. Something is the matter. "So." The ghoul starts. "And what is your excuse for being here? Despite the girls and drinks?" Hancock lets his gaze wander through the bar. All familiar faces are sitting on crates, listening to Magnolia, drinking, fainting. Nothing out of the ordinary. A black haired woman meets his eyes, she smiles at him from under her bangs. Hancock acknowledges her by tipping his hat down a bit before he returns his attention back to his friend who still didn't answer his question.
Nick's eyes are glued at the almost empty glass in his hand while he takes long drags of his cigarette. He looks lost in thought, like he is pouting for whatever reason. "C'mon Nicky, what's bothering you? Everything alright with your vaultie?"
The synth just shakes his head. Eventually he sighs, "No, not really." John feels his stomach drop at that. Were her injuries more severe than they thought, did she catch an infection? All kinds of scenarios are floating around in his head. Nick takes another drag, "But I guess the Doc already told you."
Actually she didn't. John hasn’t talked to her since Nick and Blue came into town. His arm did really go on his nerves, but he didn’t want to bother Amari with it again. He figured it might be part of his ghoulification. Losing some parts other than the nose and ears is normal, usually a toe or two. To lose whole limbs is possible but it's very, very rare. Definitely not something John would be looking forward to but in the end he knew what he got himself into when he made his decision to become one.
Also the last days were very stressful. He was so occupied with his arm and the super mutants, he simply forgot to ask the doc about the woman from a vault.
Which is a total lie.
John found his mind taking him back to the night where Nick and Blue stumbled through the gates ever so often. But lying to himself is easier than facing his worries for a person he barely met. Or the strange clenching of his guts whenever he memorized Blue’s wound and the sheer amount of blood all over her suit and Nick.
John tears his mind away from the memory, "Haven't spoken to her since you two came here. What's wrong?"
The vague answer only adds to the uneasy feeling in Hancock guts. "Care to be a bit more precise?"
Nick just sighs. “A lot.”
"She… well, let's say she's been through a lot and it shows - mentally."
Now that just piques John's curiosity. "What do you mean?"
"You know I don't talk about running investigations, Hancock."
So Blue is an actual client of his. Why the hell would somebody from a vault leave one of the safetes places in the Commonwealth behind to ask a synth detective for help? John hits the synth on his shoulder lightly. "Come on now, Nick. Don't leave me hanging here like that."
Nick puts out his cigarette in an ashtray before looking up to answer. "She's in the Rexford. Talk to her if you want to know more about her story, it's not my place to tell."
Hancock just rolls with his eyes. Of course he could just do that but if he’s honest to himself, her private matters are none of his business. Sure, he could defend himself by playing the 'I'm the mayor of the town and saved your life' card but that's not his style. And technically did Amari save her life - He just stabbed Finn out of the way.
John cringes internally at that. Damn, shes a fucking vaultie after all, her people are not used to the harsh reality outside their giant metal doors. Hell, she even most likely never saw a ghoul before. What must she be thinking of him-
"Good evening, mayor Hancock."
The soft voice behind the men makes them turn their heads towards the source of it. It’s the black haired girl from the table on the other side of the bar.
"Good evening yourself-" John knows her, he is certain of it but what's her name again? Mindy? Suzi? "Pretty." Or just go with harmless, flattering pet names. A method that proved to be very sufficient over the years. The woman gives him a bright smile in response. "What can I do for you?" John asks even though he already knows what she's up to.
She bites her lower lip playfully, all of the sudden acting shy. "Well, I wondered if you'd like to have some company later, you know?”
Yeah, just like John thought. Nick looks at him with a knowing smile on his face but doesn't say anything. The ghoul considers her invention for a moment. The main dilemma for the last few years, ever since he became mayor of Goodneighbor - Sex or drugs.
Both at the same time can be fun, too. But the possibility of passing out during a one night stand, being that vulnerable around a person who is just interested in his caps or chems, or just has a weird ghoul fetish, that's stuff nightmares are made of. At least his. So no, both are not an option.
"You can have him." Nick says nonchalantly as he stands up from his chair. "I've finished my drink anyway and I have a client to take care of."
Jealousy hits John like a bolt of lightning. A feeling he didn't have in a very long time. It's so sudden and without warning, it takes him off guard. He tries not to read too much into that and turns his attention back to Trudy. Or Ruby? The woman takes Nick's seat immediately even though John hasn't answered yet. With a sigh on the remaining of his lips he just gives in. No drugs tonight then. But before Nick is out of earshot, John calls after him. There is one burning question he needs an answer for. "Nick! Blue ain't her real name, is it?"
The synth waves at him as he makes his way to the exit. "It's not."
Chapter Index:
Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch. 4 / Ch. 5 / Ch. 6 / Ch. 7 / Ch. 8 / Ch. 9
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Taglist: @loverofclones / @squeakythedragon / @martinys-world / @id-rather-be-in-middle-earth
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Poe cup champs
A filler for the Nevermore series
Summary: Dany gets throw into the Poe cup last minute and helps the team sabotage everyone for the win. Even if it meant wrestling her guy best friend and crush.
Warnings: cussing, mention of smoking weed, pinning, flirting, “cheating”. Xavier gets horny for Dany ;) definitely’10 things I hate about you’ vibes (my inspo for the end) @valeskafics here ya go bestie boo 💚💚
Enid was buzzing about the Poe cup that was this Saturday. She was painting the canoe with Yoko and some other girl I didn’t know. I knew Xavier was entering, he always has. It would be nice to see Barclay lose at least one time of us being here.
“Dany!” My cousin yelled at me
“I’m coming, goon!” I walked as I tucked the weed into the pocket more.
We walked to our spot in the woods and sparked up and forgot about our worries of being a teenager in a outcast boarding school. Soon enough we were walking past the girls painting their canoes.
“OMG! Dany, you should totally join us for this Poe cup!” Enid ran up to me and Aemond. Aemond stifled a laugh as the werewolf jumped around.
“Enid, I love you but no way! I don’t do water!” I gave her a small smile.
“Please! It will be so fun!”
I said no and plus Aemond and I always skip the Poe cup. It’s tradition” I assured the blonde wolf.
“And do what exactly?”
“Enid!” I sighed as I walked off from the two blondes.
I was walking back to my dorm when I saw Xavier and the boys working on their boat. AJax saw me and waved me over
“Shit”
“Oh hey Dany!” Xavier stood up and wiped his hands
“Hi, I’m not joining your team” I looked up at him
“Dany, you’re a girl and you don’t live in our dorms” Ajax giggled
I grabbed my boobs and moved my shirt back enough for me to see my chest and bra, “Oh my god that’s I am! Thanks for the tip”
Xavier giggled as his best friend and teammate sat back down and painted again
“Watch it” I grinned
Xavier pulled me into his chest as he wrapped his arms around my waist, “Did you smoke?”
“Mhm yeah. I went with Aemond” i mumbled as my face was mushed in his chest.
——- Friday night, Ophelia Hall common room
I walked up to my dorm from hanging out with Alys and I heard crying
“Enid?” I opened her door as I saw her crying on her bed like a child.
“Oh sweetheart! What happened?” I shut the door and put her in my chest as I hugged her
“Yoko and a garlic bread incident. She had an allergic reaction and won’t be able to do the Poe cup. My life is over!” Enid cried
Damn it, Bianca Barclay!
“Hey I’ll join to help our dorm” I sighed
She pulled away and smiled, “Thank you! I love you Dany!”
“Love you too. Now what’s your plan to sabotage the other teams?” I smirked.
————— Saturday morning, Poe cup
I walked down the grass to the Poe cup and where I was to meet Enid. Xavier was painted like the Heath Ledger joker.
“Awh you playing a little dress up”, I snorted at him
“Hahaha! I thought you were skipping this?”
Xavier smirked down at me
“Your ex girlfriend decided to fuck Yoko up with garlic bread at last night’s dinner. I found Enid all stressed so I decided to help her out” I sighed, knowing he was gonna give me hell.
“Dany! Go get into your costume” Enid said
“Costume?!” I yelped as she grabbed my wrist.
I walked out in a tight black outfit with cat ears on my head. This was so embarrassing! Xavier and Aemond giggled like school girls. Aemond snapped a picture. “This is the Christmas card”
I went to chase after Aemond but Xavier jerked me up in his arms, “You traitor!” I gasped as he held me close.
“You can beat him up later. Enid will kill you if you don’t do this” Xavier sat me down but not before I could knock his hat off his head
“Heyy what did I do?” He yelled as I met Enid and Wednesday and the other girl at the canoes.
Xavier looked at me and smiled
“Fuck you” i mouthed and started back around
“When are you two actually gonna do it?” Enid asked as Weems shot the gun off.
“Oh you are so dead, Sinclair!” I groaned as the others rowed off
“Just row, Dans!” Wednesday scowled
“Enid, stay here and make sure Bianca doesn’t wreck our boat. I’m gonna distract some jokers” I ran off to find Xavier
He ran towards my tree I was using as a hide out, I grabbed him by his shoulders. Pushed him down and threw his arms over his face.
“How’s the weather, Thorpe?” I asked as I pinned him down.
“Get off me, Daenerys! Don’t cheat” Xavier groaned, trying to flip me off of his thighs. But I had my knees in his elbows.
“No rules so I can’t be cheating” I smirked as I felt him get hard under me.
He looked at me and waited for my reaction, “You think you’re the first guy to get hard because I pinned him. Cute” I smirked as Wednesday grabbed the flag
“Get off, Daenerys!” Wednesday rolled her eyes before running to the boat.
“I’m coming!” I yelled as I bent down to kiss Xavier’s cheek, “Later Joker” I got off and ran before I could see his reaction or tantrum.
“Why do you have red paint on your lips?” Enid asked as I jumped behind Wednesday.
“You’ll thank me later. Now let’s go!” I sighed and I saw Xavier run to his boat.
His teammates yelled and suddenly laughed as they noticed the reasoning why he was late and had a broken flag. Enid looked at Xavier’s cheek that was smeared and mixed with pink off my nose.
“Dany you naughty girl!” She giggled as we passed Bianca’s boat
I looked back as Xavier’s boat stopped and started to sink. He threw his jester hat off as he pitched his fit. “Dany, I’m gonna kill you!”
Enid giggled as we docked and ran to the finish line. Bianca and her team swam to shore with sour looks. I saw Xavier swimming as fast as he could. He was mad but oh well I won! He can get over it!
Alys hugged me and smiled, “congratulations baby”
I felt a tap on my shoulder, my heart sank. I knew by the water footsteps and shampoo it was him.
I turned around, “Oh fuck! Aemond!” I yelled as I look off running
“I told you Dan!”
“Aemond, where the hell are you!” I ran into someone’s chest and I stopped running
“What now?” Aemond sighed, pulling me behind his back as Xavier approached.
“She cheated and got our boat to sink” Xavier said
“Dany how did you ‘cheat’ considering there’s no rules?” Aemond stood between us
“I knocked him off course and pinned him to the ground. Long enough for Wednesday to get our flag and return to the boat”
I sighed
“So are you mad she beat you or that her 5 '3 ass pinned you down?” Aemond scoffed.
Xavier’s mouth opened and closed
“Or that he got hard soon as I pinned him down” I smirked
“Jesus! Go rub one out like a normal teenager instead of plotting her murder” Aemond groaned making Xavier blush.
Xavier stalked off embarrassed, the guilt hit me a little as Aemond chuckled.
“Don’t laugh, Aem” I watched Xavier throw his hat down
_______ Monday, Thornhill’s class
I hadn’t talked to Xavier since our incident and argument in the woods with Aemond defending me.
He was drawing something as I walked in, Wednesday was sitting beside him. I took my place with Yoko.
“Admit you’re a little impressed” I heard Xavier say to Wednesday
It was out before I could stop it, “Wow that’s so much better than diamonds”
The class went completely quiet waiting for Xavier’s response
“It used to impress you, princess” he whipped his head to me and with shit eating grin
“Because I knew it would bruise your soft little ego if I said they were merely okay”, I raised my eyebrows at him and smirked
“Oh you know it’s not little, dany” Xavier’s eyes darken
Bianca held back a choke and the others died laughing
“Alright you two that’s enough!” Thornhill said before we could get another shot out
The bell rang a few minutes later, I packed my shit up and ran out but he caught up
“You’re jealous” Xavier sang
“Piss off” I groaned as I stuck my earbuds in
“Come on, you know you got your panties in a twist when you sat on me” Xavier poked my cheek
“I didn’t wear panties Saturday. Kinda hard for them to get in a twist. Don’t flatter yourself you didn’t have any effect on my excitement” I smirked before I walked off
“Then what did I have affect on, baby?” Xavier asked me as I walked off
I admit he got me a little wet when I felt him under me but he was about to find out.
“Other than my up chuck reflexes nothing” I stormed off hearing Xavier laugh at my denial
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In My Heart is a Christmas Tree Farm
Here’s the ao3 link
Summary:
Annabeth, Conner, and Travis plan on going home for the holidays, but Annabeth dreads having to face her parents and their opinions on her relationships, work, and just life in general. She intends on getting someone to go with her for the trip to pretend to be her boyfriend so she won’t have to suffer all Christmas vacation listening to her parents complain. That’s when she meets Percy…
-Chapter 3-
Annabeth spent the next morning laying on her couch, drink hot chocolate, and eating sweets. She felt her phone buzz and she grabbed it off of the coffee table. She was surprised at who was calling her
“Hello?” She said
“So when am I picking you up?” Percy asked
“I never said anything about picking me up?” Annabeth said confused.
“Well you invited me to your friends game night, so the least I can do is walk with you.” He says
“Oh, um around 3:45?” She says smiling
“I’ll be there wise girl” he says and hangs up
She then realizes that he doesn’t even know where she lives.
Annabeth: I didn’t even tell you where to pick me up at
Coolest guy ever to exist: well duh but I know what building you live in so I’ll just meet you outside
Annabeth: sounds good
Annabeth: oh and I forgot to tell you, it’s kind of our tradition to wear pjs to these game nights. And tonight’s theme is Christmas pjs so you better show up in something amazing
As Annabeth settled back into the couch she gets another call
“What Conner” she says irritated
“Jeez, love you too Annabae” he says laughing
“Sorry I’m just trying to relax.”
“Okay well you can wait a second.” Conner says
“Okay Conner what’d you need?” She asked
“Who’s this guy that you’re bringing tonight.” Conner asks
“His name is Percy, the one that I asked you about last night.” Annabeth says as she gets up and rinses out her mug
“Okay… how’d you two meet.” He asks
“Well two days ago we bumped into eachother and he spilled coffee down shirt on accident.” Annabeth goes onto explaining yesterdays events
“Awww has Annabae finally found her true love.” He says laughing
“Conner shut the fuck up before I come over to your house and shove your own foot up your ass” Annabeth says
“Whatever Annabae you know you love me.”
“Bye conner” she says and hangs up roller her eyes
Annabeth watches another movie and then start getting ready. She’s wearing a Christmas sweater that says “Where’s my Ho at” with ornaments and slowflakes all over it, and plaid pajama pants with Ugg slippers. As she tends to her hair she checks the time. It’s only 3:14 so she still has plenty of time. As she gets ready she turns on Christmas music.
Once she’s finally ready she grabs her jacket and heads out of the door. As she walks out of the smartens complex she sees Percy. In a Rudolph onesie. And it has lights all over it.
She starts laughing at him as he walks up to her.
“What are you laughing at wise girl.” He says smiling
“You dummy, I love your onesie.” She says still laughing.
As they walk over to pipers house Annabeth explains who everyone In the friend group is.
“So first there’s Piper obviously. She is beautiful, and she has a good sense of humor. She’s a literal queen at putting together these game nights so be prepared to be dazzled.” She says
“I’m very prepared.” Percy says
“Then there’s Jason, her boyfriend. He’s pretty smart but doesn’t have much of a sense of humor and sometimes takes things too seriously. But he’s a really good guy.”
“Okay…”
“Then there’s Leo. I don’t even know how to explain Leo. He is basically a little kid in an adult body. He makes way to many jokes and can rarely ever take anything seriously. He also physically can’t sit still so he moves around a lot. You too would definitely get along ”
“Hey!” He says with a smile and lightly pushes her arm
“Then there’s Frank. Frank is a super chill guy. He’s a quiet dude. He looks really scary but is really a bit teddy bear.”
“And then Hazel is Franks girlfriend. She’s really sweet and baked most of the food at the game nights. She’s a really good artist too.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“And then there Conner… he’s super chill, and he’s funny. But don’t get on his bad side. He’s also kinda protective of me since I’m like his little sister.”
“Noted”
As they approach pipers apartment Annabeth gets exited. She hasn’t seen her friends for weeks now.
“Also I might wanna warn you, they will probably make some stupid jokes. Just ignore them though okay?” Annabeth says
“Okay. You ready?”
“Yep” Annabeth says opening the door.
Leo, Jason, Piper and Conner were already there. Piper was in the kitchen warming up mugs of hot chocolate. Leo, Jason and Conner were all in the living room playing a racing game on Jason’s Xbox.
Piper was wearing a Santa hat, with a red tank top and plaid pants like Annabeth’s.
Jason was wearing a Santa Claus onesie.
Leo, because he was Leo, decided to wear a Santa hat, a shirt that says “Ask about my big tree” with a plastic Christmas lights necklace and pants that had grinch heads all over them.
And Conner had a penguin onesie on.
“Hey guys!” Annabeth says as Piper runs up to give her a hug.
“Annabeth! Finally I havnt seen you in so long.” Piper says
“I know it’s been a busy few weeks.” Annabeth says as she sets down her bag
“And who’s this?” Piper says looking at Percy.
“This is Percy, Percy this is Piper.”
As they shake hands Jason, Leo, and Conner all come into the kitchen.
“You must be Percy, love your onesie man I’ve heard lots about you.” Conner says as he shakes Percy’s hand.
“Conner what are you even talking about I didn’t tell you he was even coming until today.” Annabeth says blushing.
“I know Annabae I’m just playing around.” Conner says
Leo and Jason both introduced themselves to Percy. Fifteen minutes later Frank and Hazel walk in with boxes of cakes cupcakes cookies and more. As they set up the food table Annabeth went into the living room to help pick out the first game.
“Percy, how do you feel about monopoly?” Leo asked with a smirk.
“I don’t think he’s ready to play monopoly with you and Piper yet Leo.” Annabeth says laughing
“Why not wise girl?” Percy asked
“You’ll see” she says grabbing the monopoly box and opening it.
After hours of yelling, cussing, monopoly prices flying everywhere, and Leo jumping across the table at Frank, Hazel and Frank end up leaving.
“Yeah I guess it’s time for us to leave too,” Annabeth says
As her and Percy walk home Annabeth figures that it’s time to ask him.
“Percy?” She says suddenly nervous
“Yes?” He says
“Um so tomorrow Travis Conner and I are leaving to go back home for the holiday, and um-“ she cuts off
“Spit it out wise girl” he says laughing
“Well my parents are always telling me to get a boyfriend and stuff so I was just wondering if you would want to ya know go with us to Colorado and pretend to be my boyfriend.” Annabeth says really fast.
“I could think of some worse things than spending the week with you.” He says smiling.
She looks down blushing.
“I’ll just have to find a ticket tonight. And let my mom know I won’t be here for Christmas.”
“Okay are you sure? I mean I could pay for your ticket if you want.” Annabeth says
“Of course wise girl. And no it’s fine I’ll pay for my own ticket. Like what could be so bad about visiting your parents?” Percy says as they make it to her apartment.
“Oh you don’t even know.” Annabeth says with a small apologetic smile.
As she gets into bed that night she texts Percy.
Annabeth: our flight is at 11:00 am tmr
Coolest guy ever to exist: okay I’m booking a ticket right now
Annabeth: ok are you sure I can’t buy it for you
Coolest guy ever to exist: I’m sure Annabeth. I’ll see you tmr bright and early.
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first of all: 1K!!! YAY!!!
second: WITCH!KIE WITCH!KIE 👻 ((YES I AM OBSESSED. SORRY NOT SORRY
thank you thank you thank you!!🤍
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“A friendship bracelet?”
“Yeah,” the witch smiled brightly as his thumb ran over the intricate design of the threaded bracelet. “Do you like it?”
JJ couldn’t bite back the amused smile growing on his lips. “Aren’t we a bit beyond friendship, baby?”
He could practically feel the excitement buzzing through his girlfriend’s body when she called him earlier, telling him that she had a present to give him during their date night tonight. And he couldn’t lie, her excitement had him beaming more so than the gift he hadn’t seen yet.
Even now, when he was deeply confused but touched nonetheless by the present, the grin on her face and the fact she was almost bouncing in her seat was the main focus of his attention.
“It’s more than just a bracelet,” she scoffed at him, lightly smacking his arm before she reached to take the bracelet, but he quickly pulled it back to his chest.
“Hey, it’s mine now, no take-backs,” he told her, eyes narrowing playfully.
“I was gonna help you put it on properly,” Kiara said, this time taking the bracelet before tying it around his wrist and placing a chaste kiss over the top for good measure when she was done.
“So what’s the story?” he asked, his eyes focused down on the braided threads, the different colours and the way they contrasted against his skin.
Kiara raised her brows. “What makes you think there is a story?”
“You are far too excited about a bracelet,” JJ pointed out and it warmed her heart how well he knew her. “Which means there is more to this than just a simple accessory. I wanna know so I can be excited with you.”
Kiara pressed her lips together, a somewhat sheepish look on her face.
“Hey, Kie,” he murmured and reached for one of her hands, fingers intertwining. “I’m not gonna judge you, you know that.”
“I’m not always best at certain spells and charms,” she admitted as she glanced down at their joined hands, squeezing his with her own. “But I had been practising for ages because I wanted it to be perfect and this one finally worked and I just—”
He raised his brows. “What?”
“I wanted you to have the first one that actually worked,” the witch whispered and JJ felt as though someone was squeezing a fist around his heart. “It’s a protection charm, nothing too insane…but it means no other witches can put any spells on you or anything.”
His face softened. “Kiara—”
“I know it’s stupid but—”
“hey , hey,” he murmured and used their joined hands to pull her closer, until he could nudge her face up to look at him. “It’s not stupid at all. I love it, baby.”
Her eyes lit up. “You do?”
“Yeah, almost as much as I love you,” he murmured and leaned down to kiss her. “Thank you. I’m never taking it off.”
“You better not, Maybank,” she warned playfully as she raised her hand to cup his cheek. “Don’t need any other witches putting a love spell on that pretty face of yours.”
There was a pause.
“Again.”
JJ couldn’t help but let his face scrunch up in disgust. “Let’s not talk about that again. I still have nightmares.”
Kiara laughed and he fucking adored the sound.
JJ tried to hide his smile. “I’m serious, Kie. Think Grandma Dolly has anything to wipe my memory?”
“We can ask her next week at dinner.”
He raised his brows.“We? I’m invited?”
“She won’t shut up about you. You’ve charmed my grandma.”
“The Maybank charm works on all Carrera’s, what can I say?”
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[Video transcript begin.]
[The transcript begins with someone holding their phone, they are seemingly sitting on a bench. They take a deep sigh as loud music identified as "All I want for Christmas is you" is heard over a speaker.]
?: I am going to kill someone I swear.
[Voice identified: Mari.]
M: Will this music ever SHUT UP!
[Metallic clanks are heard just barely over the music, as well as laughter, it sounds non-human.]
M: Ugh… Has it really been three hours? Listen you and I both know you won't ki-
[The source of the noise moves into frame, shrouded in shadow. Their eyes shine like a wild animals would in the low light.]
?: Are you sure you know me well enough to make assumptions like that?
[Voice identified: Cassius.]
M: You are the one who told me you wouldn't kill me cuz I was taking care of a kid, and when I gave you the chance you said no.
C: THAT WAS BEFORE THIS FUCKING SONG GOT STUCK PLAYING ON LOOP OVER THE DAMN SPEAKERS. GET OVER HERE.
[He lunges towards the bench.]
M: Nope!
[Mari hops off the bench as Cassius flies into it, the song still playing as they begin running.]
[Cassius shouts in frustration, before giving chase, his footsteps heavy on the tile floor of the mall.]
M: Gonna have to catch me jackass!
C: You motherfucker! Get back here so I can gut you!
M: I have a kid to get out of this mall so not happening you bitch!
[Mari takes a sharp left turn, throwing a trash can at Cassius as they do.]
C: If you let me kill you, you won’t have to hear this infernal music anymore!
M: My point remains!
[The footsteps behind Mari turn to a sort of… scuttling, as Cassius switches to using the spider legs. Before switching back.]
M: If you want to kill me you have to get sparrow out!
C: I don’t have to do shit!
M: Then I ain't letting you catch me!
[Another corner is turned, a loud yell, then a crash can be heard behind Mari. Almost as if several cardboard boxes had fallen down.]
C: FUCKING HELL–
[Mari laughs, their laugh seemingly being one of joy and malice.]
M: GET FUCKED!
C: That tends to happen, yeah!
M: I doubt you get that much play.
C: You’d be surprised, Mari! Not like you’d know what works out there, you’ve only had like, one girlfriend! Where even is she?
[Mari points at someone barely out of frame.]
M: Right there apparently.
[Mari turns the phone, in view is someone with black hair wearing a showfall mask. They run off after about 5 seconds.]
M: Nevermind. Anyway you don't even HAVE a girlfriend.
C: Never wanted one! I don’t do that shit, jackass!
M: That why you fucked one of your bosses?
C: THERE’S A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A ONE NIGHT THING AND A LONG TERM RELATIONSHIP.
M: FAIR ENOUGH! BUT YOU CAN'T TALK ABOUT ME NOT KNOWING WHAT WORKS. I HAVEN'T HAD THE CHANCE I TURNED 18 INSIDE THIS HELLHOLE!
C: HOW THE FUCK DID WE GET ON THIS TOPIC!?
M: BECAUSE YOU TOOK 'Get fucked' A BIT TOO LITERAL!
[A short pause.]
C: STOP RUNNING SO I CAN MURDER YOU.
M: NO YOU FUCKER! No pun intended.
[Mari laughs as they continue running.]
[This continues for another few minutes, before the music in the background suddenly comes to a halt.]
M: What.
[Mari stops, the phone jolting as they do.]
C: Huh.
M: Did. The music just. Stop?
C: Guess they fixed it.
M: So uh… What now?
C: I don’t know. My main motivation is gone. So I guess I just… head back to the offices.
M: What the fuck.
C: What, do you want me to keep trying to murder you?
M: You wouldn't kill me anyway. You already proved that.
C: If you weren’t as fast as you are, I would’ve.
M: Bullshit. A. You've been given multiple opportunities. B. The deal with will.
[Cassius takes a few steps towards Mari.]
C: Please don’t mention the deal, not out in the open.
M: Fine. Whateve-
[Mari yawns, quite loudly.]
C: Jesus Christ. Do you not sleep at all? Why are you so fuckin’ tired?
M: Did you HEAR the music?
C: Of course I heard the fucking music! I’m talking about in general, asshole!
M: NO! I've been taking care of the kid, and if you were experimented on trapped in a dark room for god knows how long and your mom was a wire monster. YOU WOULD HAVE NIGHTMARES TOO.
C: … Get them a journal.
M: What?
C: You heard me. Get them a journal.
M: Wha- Why?
C: Are you dense? For the damn nightmares. Writing down things like that helps sometimes.
M: Oh… Um… Where am I gonna find one… Here?
C: … I’ll grab you one tomorrow. Just. Go back to your stupid area. I’m leaving.
M: Uh… Sure. Cool… Just uh… Ask Will for our location.
[Cassius nods, then, a few seconds later, his eyes widen slightly, realizing what he’s just done.]
C: [Whispered.] Fuck.
M: Hold on. If you ever… And I mean EVER. need help, big or small… Y'know where to find me Cass.
[Mari puts their head down, seemingly whispering.]
M: [Whispered.] Sparrow wants you and Ophelia to be ok… for will.
[Cassius stares at Mari, his expression hardens, yet his eyes are full of fear.]
C: I don’t need your fuckin’ help, Editor. And don’t call me ‘Cass’. We aren’t friends.
M: Ha… Haha… Hahahahaha…
[Mari breaks into a fit of laughter, this time the tone is more somber and caring.]
[He takes a few steps back, before turning around fully and walking away, his steps quicken as he gets farther away. He vanishes around a corner a few seconds later.]
M: Can't lie to me… God damnit why do I…
[Mari falls to the ground, seemingly confused.]
M: Why do I care… That idiot is nothing but an asshole to me but… Ugh. If he doesn't want…
[Mari stops, they continue laughing for 30 seconds before yawning again.]
M: If you see this, Will cares about you… And strike system or not I think you do too… So until you take things one step too far… I'm gonna try and help you. Because William is my friend too you dick.
[Mari yawns again, before passing out in a dark corner. The phone stays on for roughly 30 minutes before shutting off.]
[End transcript.]
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Time for another rousing edition of “I couldn’t watch the episode live last night, so here’s me watching it after the fact!”
Hot damn, no fucking around with cold opens today, we jump right into Ben getting punched in the face.
Ben went down like Glass Joe.
“Hmmm, Danny clearly has a concussion and doesn’t know where he is… …eh, a cold shower should fix his head.”
“I am jacked.” was 100% ad-libbed.
“Addison, what went wrong, last time it took, like, 10 minutes for us to start the episode, why are speeding up?”
Okay, just casually dump that at the amnesiac’s feet. “Look, Ben, I know you don’t remember, but you fucked up the code before leaping, so if you wanna bitch about why you aren’t home yet, turn around and look in the mirror.”
Okay, one thing I miss from OG Quantum Leap? They listed the date in the episode’s title for every episodes. I miss having dates.
Ben, slowly learning one of the big rules of the show: The person in charge of the leaps is not your friend.
“It’s hard to believe I’d leap into someone to help them win a fight.” I’m sorry, it’s, what, the third episode? How do you not get this yet?
And Addison chokes down the urge to swear.
Man, we’re just diving into the metaphors real quick today, huh…
“Heh. I always wanted a brother.” I swear to fucking God if Ben also has a dead brother he doesn’t currently remember.
Okay, I’m only 60% convinced Addison is telling the truth about Ben being an only child.
“You’re Danny Hill. The best damn fighter in the world.” What about Kid Cody?
…the brother fixed the match, didn’t he…
The announcer guy is a discount Ron Burgundy with that mustache.
“You’re in love with the champ’s girlfriend. I now no longer feel low-key jealous about earlier.”
“Okay, look, Addison, I can get you all that boxing shit, but for fuck’s sake, BREATHE.”
“We don’t know how long this will last.” If NBC ain’t stupid, there will at least be a second season… (fingers crossed)
Addison is cruising off of two hours of sleep and vending machine snacks. She is a college student.
I wonder what Ben’s opinions are on sitcoms…
I am doubling down on my theory that the date Ben is aiming for is the date Sam first entered the Accelerator Chamber.
…okay, so Ben was born after 1977, that’s good to know. Also, get fucked Sam’s String Theory.
Ah, there’s the handwave: because of the Windows 10 Update, Ben is now off the string.
No less than 10 leaps, but probably around 20. Translation: NBC dictates how much longer Ben has to go.
“Look, dude, we both know I suck, just delay the fight.” “If we do, the promoter will fuck us over. Shut up.”
Once again, a plot is caused the real estate woes.
“Look, if you beat me up, there won’t be a match!” “Like I care!”
I love how they just let him lea-
“Saved by the baby killer!”
What
“What did you mean ‘lose the gym’?” Yes, clearly the most important part of the last two minutes.
“Look, either tell me the truth, or I lose the fight. Ball’s in your court, bitch.”
You ran out of money eight months ago? And the bank didn’t fucking foreclose on you by then?!
“Look, bro, you need to win the fight, or the mob’s taking my thumbs.” “But what if I don’t?” “I already punched two guys tonight, don’t make it three.”
“How did Ziggy miss this?!” Because you haven’t been letting her talk?
…so, does that mean Ben wants to leap into Voyager 2, or…
So, wait, is that the real reason Sam leapt into the Civil War? He fucking built up momentum like Mario doing a half-A press?
“Look, Ian, I don’t care if you are figuring out why Ben is leaping through time, he needs to know how to box!”
Let me guess. Janis is DDOSing Ziggy.
And Ian indirectly explains how Al helped Sam win his own boxing match.
“What’s wrong with my husband?” Boy howdy, you got a minute?
Daryl: The modern day Jesus
“I only showed up for exposition and sandwiches, byyyyyye…”
“Do you wanna milk that moment a little bit longer?” NBC still hasn’t given you guys more than 42 minutes a pop, man, no dice.
“You have a photographic memory.” Damn, Ben really is Sam…
Why is this Magic scene in Dutch angles?
So, basically, Ben is now watching a Punch Out LP.
“But I’m a righty, I can’t box like this.” “Tough.”
“Look, we need to take a break, you look like you are about to black out.”
Called it.
All Addison needs to do is chug Gatorade, let’s be real here.
Also called the DDOSing.
Ah. So is Beth in on what Janis is doing?
Is Janis about to beat up her mom?
So… is Janis’ evil plan… that she wanted to be the one to leap, and get Sam home?
Janis just drugged her mom, and Addison is straight up ignoring medical advice. Everyone is doing great.
Those sandwiches are probably warm and squishy now.
Uh oh, they forgot to account for the fact that Daryl would get arrested for punching people.
“We’re gonna get through this together. Now, please just calmly let these cops arrest you.”
Ben Song just straight up went ACAB, I am here for this.
“Look, either you get medical help for PTSD, or I am staying in jail forever.”
I feel like shit, because the second he said “Every time I close my eyes,” I had to fight against my brain to not think about Aerosmith.
Easiest way to be square on a bail: Violence.
If Ben loses, we riot.
Almost there, you just gotta get lucky now.
Ben got punched into a flashback, oh shit.
If they had the money, they would be blaring the “Rocky” theme right now.
So, why didn’t Ben leap yet?
“So, Ben, you might be leaping for a while.” “… … …okay, cool, but… …please take a break now and then.”
I love how they clearly dragged Magic down there to watch Real Housewives. I love this show.
Uh oh, happy times are over.
Janis just jailbroke the gummy bear handlink and is building her own Project. With blackjack. And hookers.
Meanwhile, Ben is getting hit on by a drunk guy in a bar.
Final thoughts: Not sure how I feel about Janis being outright confirmed to be the antagonist…
But besides that, this episode was great.
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The Hating Game mob!Tom x mob!reader Part 7
"Please tell me you told him to rot in hell and that was the last words he ever heard" As Kyle says that Tom chuckles. "No it was way way worst then that" You said "What you say" Kyle looks at you confused "I said nothing Tom on the other hand" Tom looks at you then at Kyle "I said and I quote "Oh by the way your daughter calls me daddy too" and his face was priceless" Tom laughs "That's a hell of a last words to hear and TMI" Kyle says which causes everyone to laugh. "Trust me you don't want to live with them two because you'll need earplugs everynight" Harrison says You roll your eyes and Tom smirks "Your just jealous you can't get girls to moan like I can get Y/n-" Your eyes go wide "Thomas they're children present!"
"Oh like they haven't jerked off thinking about a girl before" Both boys faces turn red and your jaw drops "Excuse me" Kyle rolls his eyes and Nate looks down "Who are these girls" Kyle smirks and mocks Nate "Oh to fuck Elena Gilbert" Nate's eyes go wide "I swear to god if you don't shut up!" Kyle laughs "And to think you were the more innocent one, Kyle what about you who's your crush" Kyle raises an eyebrow "Crush" He laughs "Oh sis she's my girlfriend" Tom smirks "That means he fucked her" Tom chuckles "What!? Kyle why didn't you tell me" Kyle shrugs "She was a virgin didn't want to tell anyone so I didn't tell anyone" Nate looks at Kyle confused "She was a virgin" Kyle nods
"Ya she's not the slut you guys make her out to be just because shes captain of the cheer team and all the boys are all over her doesn't mean she slept with all of them they only said that so they were popular while I can say that she actually was a moaning mess underneath me unlike those other assholes" You groan "Why are you two growing up so fast I remember when you were 4 and innocent now your 16 and already fucking girls" Nate puts his hands up "I haven't" Kyle laughs "There is nothing wrong with that you are still very young, Kyle shut up" Nate asks you "How old were you" You drink the rest of your drink "I'm not having this discussion" Toms jaw drops "That young!?"
You shrug "14-15" Nate groans "See! Everyone has already lost their V-card at my age!" Kyle laughs "Watch you'll be the 50 year old virgin" You roll your eyes "He will not and even if he did he would find some hot old lady" Everyone laughs "She wants to meet you" Kyle says looking at you "Who is she you haven't said her name yet or even described her" Kyle smiles "Her names Caroline she has blue eyes blonde hair she's a clean freak really caring and nice she's loyal I'm trying to get rid of her insecurities her moms a sheriff she didn't really approve at first but once I met her she was ok with us dating we've been together for a 6 months now constantly begging me to let her meet you she's really pretty like really really pretty"
"Your in love I know that smile" Harrison says "Its the same smile Tom had when he saw Y/n" Kyle's phone rings "Speak of the devil" He answers his phone "Hey, you ok" Kyle puts her on speaker "Yes I'm fine just day 153 of trying to get you to let me meet your god damn sister" "Well she just so happens to be right here" "Oh you lying sack of shit" Kyle laughs "No seriously she is sitting infront of me were on our way to Vegas so her and her boyfriend can get married then going to this beach house in Cali" Kyle takes a sip his drink "Oh nice tell her congrats for me and I'm meeting her when you guys come back because I know how much of a chicken shit you are on me meeting her so you won't hand the phone over to her so I can tell her myself" Kyle shakes his head "I am not a chicken shit" "Oh really then give the phone to your sister"
Kyle groans "Fine" He hands you the phone "Hi I'm Y/n Kyle's older sister" Kyle shakes his head "I'm Caroline I've heard a lot about you I've been trying to convince him to let me meet you but he's being a baby" You laugh "Ya he tends to be a big baby about stuff" Kyle rolls his eyes "How about if your mom is ok with it you fly to California and stay at the beach house with us I can take care of your plan ticket"
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Jason doing his best to revive you, his girlfriend, after suffering the same fate he did in the hands of the Joker. He couldn't and didn't accept that you were dead, so he goes back to the Lazarus Pit with Damian out favorite brat and brings you back to life- but give it an angsty ending <3 i fucking love angst even if it kills me. Also i went crazy for the bf jason when you're on your period, it was hilarious!
Come back to me
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Word count: 815
Warnings: death, a bit of violence, angst, kinda happy ending??? its an ending I'll tell you that
A/N: Y'all I am SO sorry this took so long but I'm officially done school!! so hopefully i can get back into writing i have so many requests to get through. This is kinda rough and short as I'm still getting back into the swing of things but I hope you enjoy :)
Y/N!” his voice echoed across the room. He pulled at the chains with all his strength but it was no use. He stopped making threats long ago, knowing he couldn't reason with the clown but that didn't stop him from pleading with him to leave you alone.
Your broken body lay on the ground. The only sounds that left your lips now were whimpers of pain when the crowbar came down on you. You had stopped moving now, just laying there.
The sound of glass breaking halted his movements, from down the hallways there was the sound of gunfire and people crying out in pain. Joker dropped the crowbar on you once more.
“Well that's my cue to leave, see you around boy blunder.” He cackled as he ran out of the building.
The door burst open but Jason was only focused on your twitching body laying on the ground.
“Todd?” Damian's voice came out small as he looked upon the scene in front of him, “what happened?”
“Get over here and untie me, we gotta help her.”
As soon as he was freed, he ran over to you. You were covered in blood and dirt. He tried his best to wipe it from your face as silent tears streamed down his face. He held your limp body in his arms, shaking you slightly, “come on baby, please open your eyes.” He sniffed, “you gotta open your eyes, come on, I need you to wake up.”
Your eyes fluttered open to see his tear stained face. “Jay?” your voice was barely above a whisper.
He smiled down at you, smoothing your hair from your face. “You're gonna be ok, ok? I got demon here he's gonna help out, you don't need to talk.”
You stopped him. “Jay listen, you gotta remember,” you paused to cough, blood trickling from your lips, “you gotta remember to feed Winnie on time and -”
He cut you off. “You can't say any of this cause you're still gonna be here to bug me about it, I know it.”
“Be nice to your brothers and don't be an idiot, ask for help when you need it.”
“Please don’t do this.” he pleaded, his voice breaking.
You reached up to touch his cheek. Blue eyes looking into yours, filled with so much love and worry. “I’ll see you around lover boy.” Your eyes fluttered shut for the last time.
“No no no, please no, Y/N you can't do this to me!” sobs wracked his body as he tried to get you to open your eyes once again. “Please,” he whispered, pressing kisses into your hair, “I love you.”
He looked up to see Damian wiping tears that escaped from his mask, “There has to be something we can do,” he turned around to face Damian, “the pit.”
“Todd we can’t, she's gone.”
“She can’t be gone!” he slammed his fist on the ground, “she can’t be gone, because I was gone and the pit brought me back. If it worked for me it'll work for her too.”
“But think about what you went through do you really want her to-”
Jason cut him off, “if you won’t help me, get out of my way.”
They stared at each other for a beat before Damian nodded slowly. “I'll help.”
The air was hot and dry as they stumbled into the cave. The green glow of the pit illuminated the area as they reached the edge of it. Jason set you down at the edge of the pit, green smoke curling around your body as he cradled you in his arms.
“Todd, are you prepared for what's about to happen?”
“I'm gonna do whatever it takes to bring her back, I can't lose her.” he said, caressing your face.
“Then let's go.”
He slowly lowered you into the pit, both boys watching as you slowly sunk into the green liquid, the pit bubbling around your body as it slowly enveloped you. The cave was silent, both boys holding their breath as you went under.
Fear coursed through Jason's veins, what if you came back but weren't the same, or what if you hated him for bringing you back. Shut up he told the voice in his head she'll be fine, if I can do it so can she. The longer you stayed under the more doubts started to come into his mind. What if she-
His thoughts broke off as you burst through the surface. Your hair dripping wet, chest heaving for air, but most importantly, you were alive. Him and Damian rushed over to help you out.
Coughing and weezing you looked up at your saviour, he brushed the hair out of your face as he smiled down at you. But the happy moment came to an abrupt end when you opened your mouth.
“Who are you?”
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Melt With You
Request: cute Robby x reader request? Something like the girl and Robby really like each other. (Secretly in love but won’t admit it) Long story short she finds Robby after he gets beat up and she helps him…heal up. Helps him bandage up his wounds and cuts. Eventually she confesses she loves him. He confesses it back.
Tagged: @fangirling-alot
Word Count: 2.3k
Characters Involved: Robby Keene, Reader, and a mention of Hawk
Couple Pairing: Robby x Reader
Warnings: Cursing, kissing, mentions of blood, bruises, some angst, and I think that’s it?? (:
A/N: I loved writing this!!! I love Robby so much, ya’ll. A baby boi! ❤️ thank you so much for this request! I hope you love it! (:
You and Robby have been best friends for about a year now.
The both of you are always hanging out together either going out to get some food, help each other with homework, or even just to be around each other. There’s a few times that he’s even taken you skateboarding and, quite frankly, ended in disaster.
“Hey, you wanna see my favorite spot?” Robby asks you while you were sitting in your car eating some ice cream.
“Whoa, wait, Mr. I Hate Everything has something that he actually likes?”
“Screw you!” Robby laughs. You can’t help but smile at him being completely enamored by his laugh, “You wanna see it though?”
“Ugh, fine,” you sigh, “but if it’s boring I am so leaving you behind.”
“Okay, deal,” Robby reaches out his hand to shake yours. You hesitate to touch his hand because you knew you were gonna blush from touching him but you didn’t want to be rude to your friend. You put on your best poker face and shake his hand, keeping your awkward straight face at bay.
Robby points you to what looks like a bunch of half pipes and more things that skaterboys do. Your face lights up at the thought of Robby trusting you enough to show you his hobby.
“Dude!”
He turns in his seat and looks at you, “Don’t judge me,” his face drops a little.
“I’m so not judging you, dude,” You look back at Robby, “This is honestly so cool, man!”
“Oh my god, really?”
“Yes! Really!” you laugh at him, “Is my bestie an actual skaterboy?”
“Please don’t even go there,” he hits your arm. You both laugh for a little bit and you finally say, “So you’re gonna show me your moves?”
“Um, hell yes I am! I’m gonna school you on some skate logic,” Robby’s face brightens up and you two exit the car.
Robby borrows a skateboard from one of his friends and you take a seat on the ground to watch him.
“Hold up, girlfriend! I’m not letting you sit there and watch, lazy,” he puts out his hands and you grab them and stand up still reeling from the fact that he called you “girlfriend.”
He sets the skateboard down and says, “Alright, jump on.”
“Excuse me? Jump on? Do you want me to die? Was this your plan all along?”
“Shit! You caught me, you meddling kid,” Robby says this terrible joke in a completely deadpan tone which somehow made the joke more funny.
“I just want you to know that I’m only laughing at that because you suck at jokes but that’s what I love about you,” you immediately shut your mouth and notice Robby’s demeanor change.
“You love something about me? Really?” Robby scoffs, “I didn’t think you were capable of that.”
“Okay, dude, calm down. Don’t get too hung up on that,” you try to wave off his smirk, “let’s start the lesson.”
“Okay, so the first thing you need to learn is balance.”
Robby grabs your arm and you hold onto him as you place your foot on the skateboard. You start to place your other foot on the board, you almost tip over, “holy shit!”
“It’s okay! I got you, okay? I won’t let you fall,” Robby chuckles, “at least not yet.”
“Fuck you,” you smile at him but your happy face overcame with anxiety.
Once you get your balance Robby starts to slowly let go of you just leaving you standing there and balancing on your own.
“Okay, I’m balanced,” you slowly turn your head towards Robby, “How do I move?”
“You push yourself with one of your feet.”
You put one foot down on the ground and push yourself; you feel yourself start to lean too much and out of a panicked reaction you stop yourself, “This is so much harder than it looks, dude.”
“I know it is! Here, let me show you.”
You clumsily step off the skateboard and Robby shows you the proper way on how to ride a skateboard. He made it look so easy and he surprisingly looked so graceful while doing it. He rides back towards you and jumps off, “Wanna try again?”
You nod your head and step back on. You gain your balance but end up pushing yourself too hard and end up wiping out on the ground.
“Holy shit, Y/N!” Robby runs towards you checking out if you were alright. You start to giggle, “I’m okay. Don’t worry.” You lift up your arm and see blood on your elbow.
“Yeah, you’re gonna need a bandaid,” you and Robby both chuckle.
After that you and Robby made that place your hang out spot even though you refused to try to skate again and just enjoyed watching Robby do his thing.
You were home alone tonight due to your parents both working the night shift. You came home after school to a note on the fridge saying that leftovers were in the fridge and they both love you. You didn’t mind being alone most days; even though you hung out with Robby most of the time. He would always leave before sunrise so you didn’t have to sit and drudge through a stern lecture about how boys were bad news. You heat up your leftovers and sit on the couch and turn on the tv. You had texted Robby earlier but you got no response which was weird but you just brushed it off, maybe he was busy. You were enjoying your food and your show until you heard a knock on the door. Usually, the neighborhood was pretty quiet after 10:00pm so you had a feeling it was Robby. You hear another stream of quick knocks which makes you jump off the couch, “Coming! Gosh, impatient.” All you heard was silence on the way to your door. You open it up and see a battered Robby.
“Oh my god,” you can’t help but gasp at him, “Are you okay?”
“Please… can I come in?”
“Ye–uh–yeah, of course,” you were in complete shock and didn’t exactly know what to do or say.
Robby walks to your kitchen limping and holding his side and he gets out a dish towel and wets it, proceeding to lay it on his forehead for some kind of relief. When Robby gets in the light you now see all of the damage. Bloodied hands, bruises, and a black eye. There was blood on his shirt near his side.
“Oh my god, Robby. Let me get some gauze.”
You always have a med kit in your house for safekeeping. You'd like to call yourself a doomsday prepper but you weren’t rich enough for that label. Robby always made fun of you for it; like you were a walking supply woman. He’s not wrong.
You come back to Robby struggling to keep his eyes open and you almost start to freak out but you keep your cool so you don't stress him out even more. You start tending to Robby’s wounds starting with his face. You wipe off the dirt and put some rubbing alcohol on the wound hearing Robby wince, “I’m so sorry, Robby,” you say as you keep cleaning off his wounds. Robby had nothing to say to you; he regretted coming here now and worrying you.
“Okay, take your shirt off. Let me check out your side,” you look into his eyes, tears threatening to spill out.
Robby complies and you turn around as he takes his shirt off giving him privacy, “Why did you turn around? You’re gonna see me without my shirt anyways.”
“Keene, this is no time for jokes. I wanted to be respectful,” you turn back around and you’re greeted with his bruised up torso. You look at the gash on his side and automatically start tending to it, you hear him start breathing hard and trying to hide his winces.
“I’m so sorry,” you say and you meant it. You couldn’t help but feel bad for Robby. You knew the kind of life he had. He wasn’t able to show you his apartment until about six months into your friendship.
“This is the humble abode.” Robby spreads his arms out and turns around to look at you. You didn’t make any faces at him or want to offend him so you keep a straight face.
“The power got shut off again about a week ago. So, the refrigerator is off limits.”
You didn’t have the strength to laugh at his joke being astounded by the condition he’s living in.
“Robby–”
“Hey, don’t. I don’t need any sympathy. I just thought I’d show you where I live. We’ve been friends for a while now,” Robby tries to fake a smile towards you.
“The place isn’t so bad, you know?”
“What do you mean?” Robby asks with a confused look.
“I mean, why don’t you light some candles and make a fort?”
“Okay, walking fire hazard, calm down.”
You weren’t gonna let his glass half empty outlook on life get in the way of your idea this time.
You roll your eyes, “How about we go to the store and get some cheap flashlights and a few board games? Let’s have some fun!”
“You’re serious?”
“Hello? Of course, I am. I am killer at Candy Land, dude.”
“I wish we could but I’m broke right now.”
You pull out $100 and say, “I mean I’m not rich but let’s have some fun.”
You and Robby go out and get supplies for your sleepover. Sporting Candy Land, a few blankets, and some lanterns. You decide to go for a cheap option for dinner with McDonald’s and some candy from Dollar Tree.
You guys get back to his place and set up for the night. After you two set up everything and start playing some Uno you catch Robby looking at you.
“Okay, why are you staring at me? You know that’s rude, Mr. Keene.”
“I’m not staring! I’m just observing.”
“Observing? Sure, you are. Is the light from the cheap lantern’s just illuminating my face so nicely?”
Robby scoffs, “Haha sureee… you definitely look better with the lights off, that’s for sure.”
You gasp and push him, “Excuse you! I have feelings, you know!”
This time Robby fake gasps at you, “You? Feelings? Never!”
You both crack up and you look back down at your cards, “Okay, the color is red!”
“Dammit! I hate this game,” Robby exclaims with a smile. You look up at him and you catch a glimpse of Robby staring again. This time you couldn’t hide your blush so you look at him again and say, “What is it?”
“Nothing. I’m just so thankful that I met you.”
Your hands begin to shake a little, “Yeah, ditto.”
“It wasn’t your fault.”
You just purse your lips and try not to look at his face because once you did you’d start crying. You finished cleaning up his wounds and lay everything down on the counter.
“God, my head hurts,” Robby lays his hand on his head and closes his eyes for a second.
You immediately rush to the medicine cabinet and grab some tylenol and pour him a glass of water.
“Here, take these. It won’t entirely help but it’ll take the edge off.”
Robby takes the Tylenol and drinks the water, “thank you.”
“Come on, let’s get you to the couch.”
You help Robby walk to the couch and let him get situated. You then sit down and lay his legs over you.
You couldn’t stand the mystery anymore, “Are you able enough to tell me what happened?”
“Assholes jumped me.”
“Who?”
“Hawk.”
“Oh. I hate him.”
“Yeah? As do the rest of us,” Robby moves a little too fast and jolts from the pain.
“Dude, don’t move so much!”
“Sorry, I'm trying not to,” Robby looks at you and you look back at him, “Hey, stop worrying. I’ll be alright.”
“I know but it’s still scary, okay?” You start to feel the word vomit spill out, “I can’t lose you, Robby. I love you,” you place your hand over your mouth with wide eyes.
“You what?”
You take in a deep breath and look him in the eyes, “I love you, Robby Keene. I really do.”
His face starts to get some color back into it, “I love you too.”
“You do?”
“Yes. I love you. So much.”
Your whole entire body starts to tense up. You were so happy that you didn’t know how to react. You could tell Robby wanted to kiss you but was in too much pain to move. You move his legs off of you and you slowly and gently get on top of him and lean down to kiss him. He kisses you back and you could tell he’d been waiting a long time for you to do this.
“Is this okay?” Robby needed to reassure himself.
“Yes. This is more than okay, you meddling kid,” you tried to recreate Robby’s deadpan voice causing him to sigh, “you’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?”
“Absolutely not,” you laugh at him.
You kiss him again and you two spend the rest of the night together on the couch.
Despite Robby’s pain he stayed up all night with you even though you begged him to rest.
“I’m not falling asleep and missing tonight, Y/N. I never want to forget it.”
“You’re not gonna forget it, Robby. Because I mean, look at this,” you point to yourself, “I’m just that amazing.”
“You’re such a nerd,” he chuckles.
“I take that as a compliment, thank you very much.”
Ignoring the stinging in his arms he pulls you down to him and you lay your head lightly on his chest and feel his warmth surround you.
You start to hear him doze off a bit at sunlight and you didn’t even care that your parents were coming home soon all you could do was mutter, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he kisses the top of your head.
Nothing was going to get better than this. Robby in your arms; letting yourself melt into him.
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Watch the American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 now: https://youtu.be/bWiW4Rp8vF0?feature=shared
The American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 broadcast recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by active climate leaders. Watch to find out which finalist received the $50,000 grand prize! Hosted by Vanessa Hauc and featuring Bill McKibben and Katharine Hayhoe!
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