Who wants to come play the chocolate guy’s foosball table with me?

Twelve Little Troublemakers (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett were definitely not counting on having to watch over twelve little rabbits

Warnings: Animal births, parenthood, Rhett being Snow White coded etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @callmemana @attapullman @sebsxphia @rhettabbotts

The spring sunshine spilled through the windows of yours and Rhett's home and into the room that had become the animal nursery. Rhett lay on his stomach on the soft rug, his arm curled protectively around Clover, the female bunny rabbit who had escaped the property of an infamous Wabang animal hoarder with her mate, Hazel.

You knelt beside him, brushing a loose chocolate brown curl off his face and kissing his stubbly cheek. Rhett purred in his sleep, a broad grin crawling across his face.

"You know I've got a pregnant doe with me right?" he chuckled.

You giggled a little, kissing his cheek again. "Your Ma says if you're not upstairs for dinner in twenty minutes she's gonna beat you with her sandal."

"I'd like to see her try," Rhett laughed.

Very carefully, he picked Clover up and brought her back to the birth box where Hazel was waiting for her. God she was getting big. Judging by the size of her belly, Rhett had guessed that she'd birth her litter any day now.

Upstairs they went to join his parents and Amy for dinner, the smell of roast chicken filling the whole house along with the herbed biscuits, white cheddar mac'n cheese and green beans. But while you and your family ate together, someone had other ideas.

"What the f---? Rhett your little rat's begging for food again," Royal announced.

Rhett looked under the table and there was Alberto, the little black and tan chihuahua dog with his American flag bandana around his neck, ears back and tail wagging like crazy.

"Hey!" Rhett ordered, snapping his fingers. "C'mere."

Alberto's nails scritched the floor as he hurried to Rhett's chair, laying right down near his feet.

"Little guy's spoiled fuckin rotten," Royal chuckled.

"Hey if ya'll were out on the streets you'd be beggin for food too," Rhett laughed.

"Ain't too proud to, son," Royal told him.

The family finished dinner and as soon as the leftovers were put away and the dishes loaded into the dishwasher for the night, you, Rhett, Cecelia, Amy and Royal all settled in for a weekend movie. "The Empire Strikes Back" had always been a favorite of Royal's, one he had watched with the gang of childhood miscreants who had been his friends growing up. You and Rhett had laughed when you found the video tape copy, still with the worn out piece of masking tape on it.

You had been in the middle of the film when Rhett had gotten up to go and bed the animals in the nursery down for the night, when he poked his head back into the basement living room.

"Darlin," he hissed. "C'mere."

You quickly got up and followed him upstairs to the room and sure enough, there was Clover with her little legs sticking up as she licked between them.

"Is it time?" you asked him.

"Yep," Rhett answered. "I'm gonna go scrub in the bathroom. Ya'll wanna go get some clean towels and the supplies?"

You nodded and went to go retrieve whatever Rhett needed. You both gently helped Clover as best you could, but thankfully no intervention was needed. The first little kit was born after about five minutes, a little ginger and cream colored one that you and Rhett had named Thresh. Eleven more followed in his wake, Blackberry, Nettle, Rosie, Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, Thyme, Angelica, Lily and Holly.

The next morning, you could never have imagined the surprised expressions on your in-laws' faces nor Amy's when she meets the baby bunnies for the first time. You and Rhett are adamant that Amy keeps her hands off until she's learned to be gentle. But you and Rhett can't help but be proud, because every animal birth that occurs, you know that it's bound to be successful.

https://youtu.be/lTam_I8BDK8

MA IT'S THE FUCKIN CHOCOLATE GUY AGAIN

Ma!! The fuckin chocolate guys at it again!!

Pretty, Little Doll (Merriel Shelton x Reader)

Description: Merriel makes friends with the pretty little doll serving ice cream.

Notes: jus thinking about ice cream. implied female reader, but this.. is too much. theres just too much here. youve been warned. edit: wait no u havent. the warning is that theres suggestive themes and such WC: 2.3k

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After working long hours in the broiling sun of the south, what felt best down his parched throat was a beer––a bar where many of his friends and coworkers drank at, and the waitresses wore low-cut dresses with short hems and long stockings. That sight went down wonderfully with several drinks, but what drew his attention today was a newly opened shop.

There was no sign, but the large, pristine windows gave a good view of the inside. Clean, white walls with several tables and chairs to the left, and a counter to order at on the right. Behind it stood you, dressed to the nines in ruffles and bows as you opened up the shop, displaying buckets of ice cream.

Merriel grinned. Lopsided and toothy, and he jogged inside, sweat and dirt still trailing down his skin and clothes. With his shirt slung over his bare shoulder, he met your eye and his cocky smile returned as his chin tilted high.

"Afternoon," he drawled as he approached the counter, barely grazing over the different flavors before returning to you.

"Good afternoon," you said in a much quieter voice, though you did mimic his smile, just more politely. "How may I help you?"

"You new here?" He asked, gesturing generally to the shop.

"Oh, yes," you said. "My grandmother always wanted an ice cream parlor, so.. I thought I could help her."

"That's awful sweet of ya," he said as he leant on the counter, tilting ever closer to you. "This ice cream sweet as you, boo?"

Your mouth fell open, eyes widening as you did a double take. For a moment you were at a loss for words, but you quickly attempted to stammer out a response, a blush burning your face.

"Well, um, we have, uh, strawberry, and um.. chocolate, vanilla, cherry, and uh, banana. And bourbon."

"Bourbon?" He said, a single brow kinked upwards.

"It's my grandma's favorite," you said with a sheepish chuckle.

"Damn, girl. Grandma knows how to have fun," he laughed.

"Would you like to try it?"

Only if I can lick it off you, he thought, his attention drifting to the soft skin of your neck. The thought of it melting down and pooling in your clavicle. While usually he didn't bother to censor himself for anyone, you seemed a little fainthearted. His chances with you would probably be ruined after one too-strange comment.

"Sure," was what he said instead. "Long as it's cold I don't care."

"I understand that. I moved here recently and it's certainly something to try and adapt to the heat," you rambled as you stuck a tiny plastic spoon in the bourbon ice cream, giving him the single bite. "Are you a local?"

"Been here long's I remember," he said, taking the spoon. "What time do ya get off today?"

"Oh, um," you fixed the ruffles on your collar, "I won't be finished till late. We're not all set up yet."

"If y' need some help, I'd be happy to offer my expertise. I do a hell of a lot a' nailin' things ta the wall."

You stared at him again, once more losing your words. He hadn't quite meant what he said, but the fluster he left you in had him grinning, humored by the connotation you'd incorrectly understood.

"That – that'd be very nice of you," you said, wringing your hands. "I don't want to bother you. You look.. busy."

He didn't miss how your eyes raked up his body, from his wrinkled, dusty pants up his bare waist and chest still gleaming with the sweat of morning work. His jaw could cut hearts and he knew that very well; accented it whenever he could as he cocked his chin upwards, watching carefully as your breath froze.

"I won't be busy tonight. How 'bout this." He walked up right to the counter, pressing his hips into the edge of it. "I come after I finish up ma' own job, and I'll give ya' a hand. Don't even gotta pay me."

"Really? But –"

"Don't worry 'bout it. 'S nothin' for a pretty doll like you."

"At least let me get you a cone? It's hot out today," you offered, reaching for the largest waffle cones you had.

The guys wouldn't really take well to him eating ice cream instead of drinking, but he figured they'd eat their words when they saw you.

"Won't say no to that."

As much as he wanted to boast about you, how pretty and sweet you were and how he so easily slid his way into your life, he didn't want his friends finding your shop and vandalizing it with their own dirty boots and flirtatious looks. Only he could do that.

In the evening he returned as promised, having walked from his house on the outskirts of town to your shop on the main street. The build, decorum, and location of the shop screamed rich family to him. No one in his state would be able to afford a business on main street, much less fully renovated and repainted. He could ask you, he decided, about your family, your grandmother, and of course you.

Inside, you were closing up the tubs of ice cream, hauling them out of the display case and into a back storage room. He knocked before he entered, earning a muffled 'come in!' from you.

Before either of you could speak, both the buckets in your arms began to slip, and he ran round to the other side of the counter to help. He took one from you to ease the load.

"Careful, cher," he said, grabbing another bucket in his other arm. "Don't wanna break yaself."

"Thank you," you said, mostly ignoring his comment. "My grandma is in the other room, so just, um.. be polite and proper."

Fat fuckin' chance, he thought in his head, but fortunately did not say aloud as he followed you.

The door swung open into a freezer room, where an old lady stood in the corner, covered head to toe in coats as she stirred.

"I keep telling you to let me do that," you sighed, setting down your container before rushing to her side.

"I can do it quite well myself. I'm not useless, you know," your grandmother said, staring you down with a glare. You hesitated, gauging her carefully, before you relented with another exasperated sigh.

"Fine, alright," you said quietly. "I'll go work on hanging up all the paintings and such."

"Thank you, dear."

You motioned to him as you passed by, pushing open the door and heading out of the freezer. He once again followed you, watching your ass with a grin you never saw.

"We need to hang up these," you said as you brought him to one of the circular tables, each of which carried a small pile of paintings, license plates, or tin posters.

"You got a ladder?" He asked, glancing to the high walls.

"Yes sir," you said, sorting through the different posters. He quirked a brow, intrigued by the possibility of that nickname.

"I neva did get ya name," he said as he leant on one of the tables.

"(Y/N). What's yours?"

"Pretty name for a pretty doll," he half sung, the same, one-sided smile stretched lazily across his face. "My name's Merriel."

"Also a pretty name," you said, picking the largest poster to start with. A pin-up girl in a sailor's suit. "Our ladder isn't all that steady. Will you hold it for me?"

He opened his mouth to offer himself up, but with one look to the ruffled skirt you wore, he shut himself up.

"'Course," was what he said instead.

Everything was a bit of a game––one you were unwittingly a part of, and one where you played your role rather well. A sweet, unassuming little thing, essentially a toy for him, accepting his help and letting him in. He hated to act the predator, but when it came to you he couldn't help it.

That was how he saw it. Hunting you down and taking you for his own at the end of a long chase. However, to any outsider, it appeared in a much simpler way; a young man doing anything for someone he'd developed a crush on. That was how it truly was, though the innocence of his crush was abruptly stripped away as he held the ladder, staring shamelessly up your skirt.

"Merriel?"

"Huh?" He said, broken out of his dreamy trance.

"I said could you hand me another nail," you said, pointing towards the package of nails with your hammer.

"Oh. You sure ya ain't gonna fall if I leave?" He asked with a grin. You chuckled, shaking your head.

"I'll be alright."

"If you say so, boo."

After a little while he supposed he ought to offer some more help than holding a rickety ladder, and took your place at the top with a hammer in his hand and nails in his mouth. As promised, his experience with nailing things to the wall (nails specifically, not women) made him much faster than you, and the entirety of the wall behind the counter was covered within fifty minutes.

"Thank you for your help, again," you said as you put away the hammer and nails.

"My pleasure," he said, the image of your thighs still fresh in his mind. "If y' ever need help.. I'm happy t' to be of service."

"Well, thank you. Come stop by again soon. On the house," you said as he left, peeking your head out the door and giggling.

"You know I'm stoppin' by again, get two things done in one trip. Some'in sweet for th' eyes and the tongue," he laughed, watching your face light up with a blush.

And it ain't just the ice cream, he thought.

Over the course of the coming summer, he left drinking for the evening, and instead visited your shop over his lunch break. You insisted on giving his cones for free considering he continued to help you out, but he usually found ways to sneak you the money anyway. You were not, as he assumed earlier, a very rich family.

His favorite activity, which he found rather early on, was to sit outside on burning hot days, his shirt draped over the back of his chair as he ate. Through the pristine glass, he spied you watching him often.

You couldn't help it either. Most of your life was spent in your family cabin, cutting you off from many teen and early adulthood experiences. People flirting with you was a lot to deal with, especially when it came from someone as pretty as him, the smooth dips and ripples of his lean muscles shining with sweat and dirt from his construction site.

His tongue. Ever since he made that comment on that first evening you met, you hadn't been able to get it out of your mind. How it rolled and drawled between his puffy lips drawn backwards with his teeth, in a very specific method you'd pinned down to 'the Tongue Thing'.

Your heated, embarrassed blush only worsened as ice cream dripped down his fingers from the heat, cleaned up by a sharp and precise tongue. You could hardly breathe watching him like that, but as he caught your eye you turned quickly away.

His bravado had clearly earned a huge boost from catching you mid-drool, prevalent in his step as he waltzed back into your store. You hardly met his eye, pretending to clean up the counter, but that didn't stop him. He walked right up to you, leaning down with his elbows on the stone, forcing you to stop and look at him, which you did with incredible reluctance.

"You been watchin' me, cher?" He asked, close enough to see his reflection in your wide eyes.

"No," you said quietly.

"A' think you're lyin'," he said, leaning in closer yet. "Betta' not do that. Could land you in some trouble."

You raised your brows.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Not with anythin' ya can't take," he said as he raked his eyes purposefully slow down your body. When you appeared to be at a loss for words, he said, "I'll ask ya again. Were you watching me?"

"... and if I don't answer?" You tested carefully.

"Well then, I think there's too much space between us," he said, grinning cockily as he jumped the counter, crowding you suddenly.

You drew in a sharp breath, backing up as he continued to step forwards till he pinned you to the wall with his hips.

"Tell the truth, baby." he drawled, carefully setting his hands on your hips and pulling you in. Something hard poked you.

"I – I wasn't staring, I –"

He half-grinded into you, pressing you tighter against the wall as his hands drew upwards, resting at your waist.

"Such a pretty thing," he mumbled beneath his breath, watching your stumbling reaction closely.

By pinning you with his hips, he had free roam to move his hands, one of which toyed with the hem of your skirt. It was wrong, certainly, and it was also illegal since you were in plain view of main street, but he lost control the minute his fingertips brushed the soft, supple skin of your thigh.

Your breathing hastened, hips yearning for something, though you didn't know what. When the rough skin of his fingers suddenly brushed inbetween your thighs your hands shot up to steady yourself on Merriel's shoulders. He laughed, running a finger through your lips, finding you already soaked and not wearing underwear. Instantly his laugh faded, devolving into a long, needy moan as his hips once more pushed up into you.

"Th – there's someone – someone coming," you said, eyes darting to the front door.

Immediately he was off you, stepping to the side as you straightened yourself out. You walked forward with shaky legs, which he most definitely noticed, and took the mother and son's orders as usual. When you finished you glanced to him, your heart stopping at the sight of him licking your slick from his fingers.

"I guess your ice cream is as sweet as you, boo," he murmured in your ear, giving you no chance to react before rushing back out to return to his construction job.

Spin the bottle with Sammy and Norman story?

Summary: In the immortal words of Bowling for Soup, high school never ends.

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"Ok so, just to make sure, we're all adult men and women." Sammy shifted uncomfortable as he sat among a circle of coworkers on the floor of the breakroom.

"Yep." Grant looked just as uncomfortable, picking at his bowtie and adjusting his glasses as he glanced around.

"Then why, pray tell, are we playing spin the bottle like a bunch of college kids?" Sammy asked, glancing down at the empty licor bottle in the middle of the circle of people.

"Cuzz it's fun!" Shawn grinned. "Ya ever heard'o it? Fun?"

"Don't you sass me... And when has spin the bottle ever been fun? If memory serves right, it was more of a tool for blackmail and humiliation when I was finishing my studies." The exasperated music director pointed out.

"That's half the fun." Norman smirked. "Yous use it t'be smart. Get some good information on your peers. Have a good laugh outta someone's expense. End up playin' just as much o'the fool as 'em."

"Figured the guy twice our age with a thing for snooping would like spin the bottle." Mel snorted. "Can't say I see the appeal."

"Enough blabbering, let's get to it! We have one hour to ourselves and I wanna have fun!" Susie called above the chatter as she reached over and spun the bottle. It went for three full loops and half an arch, landing on Wally. "Ok, we're starting with Wally. Truth or dare?"

The Brooklynite looked surprised before humming in thought. He gave her a cheeky confident smile before crossing his arms.

"My ma didn't raise no chicken. Dare me!" He proclaimed proudly. "Dare me good."

"Bold! I like it." Susie smirked. "Well Wally, I'll have you know my mom didn't raise no gentle little lady that doesn't like irony. I dare you to behave like an actual chicken."

".... What, like an impression?"

"Yep. Walk, flappy wings, clucking. Heck if we have any eggs in the fridge you better go sit on them." Susie waved at him to get to it.

"Well I did ask for a dare... Erm, I mean...Bawk Bawk Bawk, ba-gawk!" At her command the young janitor began to shuffle around like a chicken. Arms tucked in and head bobbing as he moved around. That got a quick chuckle out of everyone.

"Nice..." Mel snorted "Pity we're out of eggs."

"That's good enough, your turn Wally." Susie pointed to the bottle, which the Brooklynite eagerly spun. It stopped on Shawn.

"Truth or dare?"

"I ain't enough o' a muppet t'take dares from you. Truth me." The Irishman glared.

"Hm... Is it true Joey was makin' fun o' you when he made Charley?"

"Yep. He's a god awful depiction o' a leprechaun that's greedy an' mean spirited an' I hate him." Shawn deadpanned before smirking. "But joke's on that damn racist, everyone thinks the fuckin' Butcher Gang boss is a chimp."

"Which he isn't!" Mel sounded offended.

"Anyway, takin' it for a spin." Shawn took his turn and watched the bottle intently. He looked a little dismayed when it landed on Jack. "Aw dangit... I wanted t'mess with Johnny..."

"Fucker." The organist glared. Jack looked a little nervous.

"Right Mr. Fain, truth or dare?"

"Erm... Truth?"

"Is it true ya speak three different languages?" It looked like Shawn was taking it easy on the nervous lyricist.

"Oh thank god... Yeah. English is my first, but I know Mandarin and Spanish too. Not uh, not fluently though... The Mandarin that is." He reached over for the bottle and spun it. It landed on Mel.

"Dare me."

"I haven't even--"

"Well I already picked. Dare me."

"I err, dare you to be nice to Norman?"

".... Nah. Not in my nature to like creepy snoops. First punishment of the night!" The voice actor got up. Everyone knew the two did not get along, so it was silly to think he'd accept such a dare, still Jack tried.

"Oh... Well uh, your punishment is to stand inside one of the toilets in your socks then."

"... That's nasty. You drive a hard bargain Mr. Fain..." Mel clucked his tongue in displeasure.

"Its not hard to be nice..."

"It is when it comes to Polkadot there. Goodbye my beloved striped socks, I'll have to burn thou once I'm done!" And off the man went to do the walk of shame to the bathroom.

"I don't get him..." Jack sighed "He's usually nice to everyone..."

"We just don't like each other. Ain't too hard Jack." Norman chuckled. "Someone take his turn."

Johnny took it, smirking evilly when it landed on Sammy. The blond growled slughtly. Everyone knew the two butted heads constantly, just as Mel and Norman did.

"Well well well... Look who's at my mercy." Johnny chuckled.

"Do it you bastard. Dare me."

"I dare you.... I dare you..." Johnny thought before grinning cheekily. "I dare you to french Polk for a full minute."

Sammy stared while Norman blinked in surprise. Both men exchanged looks before looking back at Johnny. Did he really just...

"Chicken out, and I'm having you kiss Joey on the lips instead. I hear his mustache tickles." Johnny's grin widened.

"Fuck no! Norman over Joey, always! The man's a sleazy creepy son of a bitch!" Sammy practically vaulted over the circle to stop in front of Norman. "And you, Brokeheart, are a bastard for pitching this at other people. Writing you out of the next bits."

"Worth it!"

"Right..." Sammy swallowed drily as he noticed Norman watching him quietly. "You ok with this?"

"I don't want yous to go off kissin' Drew either. No person deserves that sorta punishment."

"I'd probably catch something... You're a lifesaver."

"Stop with the foreplay an' kiss already!" Shawn called out.

The blond hesitated again before sucking in a breath and going for it. It wasn't like he'd never frenched anyone before... Just not a man. Especially not one twice his age that was married with kids. Still... As soon as lips connected there was... Something there.

Like an electrifying spark that only intensified when both of them parted their lips to complete the full dare.

Eyes fluttering shut, the music director and projectionist deepened the kiss, taking in the other's taste and gentle exploratory tongue movements.

Sammy noted the light taste of chapstick, cream and coffee. Norman had been lightly snacking on a box of filled donuts Susie had brought for the music department that morning, and the taste had lingered.

Norman meanwhile couldn't help smile as he tasted chocolate and peanut butter, knowing fully well that Sammy had been sneaking sweets in between recording sessions to keep himself going. It was nice. A much better taste to associate with him than the whiskey he favoured.

"Time's up." Johnny snapped his fingers. "Hey Romeo, your minute is up!"

"They are really goin' at it!" Wally marveled.

"I think it's cute." Susie smiled.

"I don't!" Mel looked appalled from all the way in the doorway "Just came back from contaminating my socks and I find the two most obnoxious jerks straddling each other and sucking face! I'm gonna have nightmares!"

"Let the love fill you with rainbows an' unicorns Melvin!" Shawn called, barely keeping himself from laughing.

"No! I am darkness incarnate! A lone wolf that needs not bare witness to the power of homosexuality!"

"Don't be dramatic you big baby!" Johnny laughed.

"You torment me so!"

"Guys they're still going at it, should we leave them to it?" Grant asked.

"Yeah let's just play without them."

And so the game carried on, until Joey came in to break up the fun. At least three people left the studio different from when they'd come in that morning.

Sammy and Norman having a lot to think about what they felt between one another, and Mel now without a pair of nice socks.

Survey #291

“clothes trailing from the backdoor, to the bedroom, and i don’t even know your name.”

What was the last health scare you had? So I got blood tests done recently to check multiple things, and I got pretty nervous when my doctor stood beside me going through the numbers and what they meant. I was afraid she was going to tell me I had diabetes (runs in the fam, and my diet hadn't been great) or something, but I was fine. What is your favorite food to cook? Something in the microwave lmao. Do you listen to bluegrass music? Ew. What was the last novel you read about? Well it' s part of a series so it'd be hard to explain briefly... but dragons. That'll do ig, lol. If there is a tree right outside your window, what kind is it? There's a small one. Idk what it is. What is your favorite filling for a piece of chocolate? Caramel. What is your favorite thing to draw? If you take a look at my work history... I apparently love drawing meerkats screaming for one reason or another lmao. Do you like abstract art? Not very much. There are of course exceptions to this, but it's definitely not my favorite and sometimes doesn't even feel like "art" to me. Would you ever want to be a painter? No. My Painting course in school taught me it's too damn stressful, the idea of messing up. Even though it's technically fixable. There's just a lot about painting I don't like. I'd much rather draw and color traditionally. What is your passion? Some of my biggest consists of gay rights (or really just equal rights as a whole), meerkats, pacifism, photography, just art in general, stuff like that. I feel things very deeply, so there's really a lot. What fascinates you? NATURE!!!!!!! SO MUCH ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Do you have art on your walls? In my room, I have three of my meerkat projects on the wall with my meerkat collection, and my Pyramid Head/Halo of the Sun overlap drawing is with my Silent Hill stuff. What kind of collection would you like to start? I have a decent amount of stuff, but I really would love to pump up my SH collection. It has SO much merch that I would die for, stuff is just mad expensive. If I was to start a new collection, bitch I need Markiplier stuff so bad, I'm too awkward to ask for that shit for holidays 'n stuff. ;;_;; Do you enjoy the sound of birds chirping? I sure do. If you had the money, would you travel the world? I feel like I'd go to less locations than most people you could ask this question, but I'd definitely go places, yeah. If you could travel the world, which country would you want to go to first? South Africa. Make my meerkat dreams come true. :') Do you get drunk? I haven't before, and I don't actually aim to when I drink (which is very rare) and I'm apparently no lightweight, so I doubt I ever will. Don't feel like I'm missing out, honestly. Do you get high? Nah. Have you ever used a prescription medication to get high? No. Does sunlight make you happier? Guys. This is science. I used to hate the sun so much, but it's good for you. Open your windows on a clear day; your body will thank you. It takes getting used to, but please, don't coop yourself up in the dark. Do you live a boring life? My life is excruciatingly boring. Like not to sound depressing, but half the time I wish I wasn't even alive because I'm so bored lmao. Have you ever gotten soap in your mouth for cursing? Do you think that’s right to do to kids who curse? No, but it's been threatened upon me. I don't support it, no, but then again I don't believe in traditional "profanity." My hypothetical four-year-old could say "that fucking hurt" in our own household, and just a simple word indicating (s)he was really in pain wouldn't faze me for a blink. I do believe out of respect though, that you should educate your children when "profanity" isn't allowed, like in school and such. You don't shove potentially toxic shit into your kid's mouth to teach them something. What age do you think is appropriate for kids to start watching horror movies with lots of gore? This definitely depends on the child. Are they spooked easily? How mature are they? Do they understand what's not to be replicated? It would vary with the film, too. Do you have any wind chimes outside your house? How many? No, but I'd love to. Wind chimes are great. Do you have a flat stomach? Would you ever wear a belly shirt to show it off? I hate my stomach more than I do any other part of my body, so guess. Would you ever get a sleeve or a half sleeve on your arm (we’re talking about tattoos)? omfg hell YES Do you think your biological parents love each other? They're long-divorced and Dad's been remarried for a long time while Mom only has negative shit to say about him, so like... What's one movie you’re dying to see but haven’t had the chance to see yet? *Dying* to, I don't know if one exists. Birds of Prey probably tops my want-to-see list, though. Harley moving past Joker? Girl you fuckin go ilu. What’s the biggest promise someone’s ever made to you? Did they keep it? To never leave me because of my illnesses. Nope, he sure didn't. Does thunder & storms scare you? Nah, not usually. It's funny, I was TERRIFIED of them as a kid, especially if I wasn't with my mom, but now I find them beautiful and sometimes even relaxing. Now, wind, I fucking hate wind. I associate bad winds with tornadoes, so fuck outta here w/ that. Google, Bing, or Yahoo? Google. Do you sing in front of people? NO. Who are you the most uncomfortable around? Groups of older men. Are your parents overprotective? No. A recent creation that you’re proud of? I took family pictures for a repeat client recently, and I'm really happy with how some came out. Who’s your favorite comedian? Living, I'm unsure. It was John Pinette. What makes you squeamish? Vomit and fecal matter top the list. Do you have any online friends that you wanna keep, but not meet? Maybe a couple that I don't know too well? Should cloning ever be allowed to happen? No. I see a lot of potential problems with that should it become a serious thing. Who would you live with if you got kicked out tomorrow? Probably my dad. What’s a pet your parents never let you have when you were a kid? A snake. I was eventually allowed though obviously, and now Mom loves Venus, though she won't hold her. Who do you wish you could change, if anyone? It's not my job to change anyone else. You have to want to change. Has your house ever been broken into? No, but my childhood home almost was by a gang. My older sister and her best friend were home alone at the time. Thank fuck they didn't get in, but they left a gang flag on our porch. Would you consider yourself a good flirt? I have no idea. What color do you wear most often? You mean to tell me black isn't the only primary color in people's wardrobes? Do you like your hair? Disregarding the fact it gets oily way too fast, yes. Have you ever driven while under the influence? No, I would absolutely never. Did you enjoy your last kiss? Yeah. Would you ever take boudoir photos for a significant other? (or have you?) Considering I literally love boudoir, I would if I didn't hate the fuck outta my body and would be too embarrassed to ever do it. What is your biggest guilty pleasure? Maybe makeup guru channels lmaooo. What is a movie that you thought you would hate but actually ending up enjoying? I'm unsure. I don't really go into watching a movie I think I'll hate, especially when I watch so few movies to begin with. Do you like where you live? I'm not a fan of the suburbs, but it's a better place than where we were. Are you a jealous person? I'm learning that apparently I might be, at least sometimes. Is there anyone you want to fix things with? There are a few. Last time you walked further than a block? I couldn't tell you. I walk a few feet (that's not an exaggeration) and am in pain because of the muscle atrophy in my legs. Is it easy for you to accept loss? NO. NUH-UH. NOPE. Do you get dessert normally while out to eat? No. Who was your first kiss? Jason, my first "real" boyfriend. Have you ever found a stray dog & found its owners? Not that I recall. Would you ever tell your mom about the things you’ve done sexually? Not everything, no. When was the last time you told someone you love them? Last night. Who was the last person you talked to last night in person before bed? Ma. When was the last time that you were genuinely happy? Good damn question. Have you ever dyed your hair? Plenty of times. Have you ever fallen asleep with the last person you kissed? Yeah. When was the last time you changed in front of someone? I don't know; when you hate your body enough, you'll do a lot to avoid that. Last person you kissed, have you cried in front of them? Yes. Ever dated someone who was gorgeous but they had a conceited personality? No. A conceited asshole is the last kind of person I'm dating. Would you prefer a kiss on the cheek or neck? Well I mean what's the vibe lmao Do you like to cuddle? Yeah, if we're a close couple and it's not too hot. Have you ever suspected anyone of cheating on you? Nah. Could you ever be friends with the person who hurt you most in life? I wish we could, but even if he was willing, I don't think "friendship" is possible between us. What is something “cheesy” that you own? Ha, I have this feminine-looking "she believed she could so she did" wall decor thing... I can't remember if I bought it or if it was gifted. What is something that gets your creative juices flowing? MUSIC!!! What drink are you most likely to order at a bar? Some kind of margarita. What is the most interesting class that you took in high school or college? Mythology, I guess? When was the last time that you’ve ever played Spin the Bottle? I never have to begin with. If you were an adult film star or a stripper, what would your stage name be? I can't even try to entertain this question. Even if I WANTED to be one, I would never be hired. I couldn't seriously think of a name. Have you ever wanted to be a cheerleader? No, not even when I was one as a kid lmao. Have you ever been dumped? What was the reason for it? Yeah. The first one, he couldn't handle my depression anymore. With my last partner, we kinda had a mutual agreement that to save us from potential later heartbreak, we needed to work more on ourselves right now. What was the last R-rated movie you watched? Hm. Idk. Have you ever asked someone out? Yes. Have you ever had lice? No. What is the most childish thing that you still do? I mean, with RP, you could argue that I still "play pretend." Have you ever watched a movie you knew you shouldn’t? As a kid, I'm pretty sure I was not supposed to see whatever Scary Movie film it was when I did, aha. Have you ever wanted to try LARP (Live Action Role-Play)? Nah. I'm awkward enough explaining I just write it. If you could go back in time and erase one thing you said or did, what would it be? The "thanks for sending me to the hospital" message to Jason. Has your boyfriend or girlfriend ever embarrassed you? Jason did before, if we're counting past partners. Have you ever thought about cheating on your partner? I never thought of that in any relationship, no. Have you ever been caught checking someone out? Not to my recollection. Not that I even do that much. Have you ever cried because you missed your parents so much? Oh, absofuckinglutely as a little kid. I had BAD separation anxiety from my mom. Have you ever posted something on social media that you regret? OH BOY HAVE I!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Have you ever ding dong ditched someone? No. Which is worst: Snakes, scorpions, or spiders? I adore snakes. Some spiders scare me, especially if they catch me by surprise. Scorpions aren't native here, so I've actually never come across one, so I'd probably be more curious than frightened. Is there an attic and/or a basement in your house? An attic, yeah. Have you ever been bitten by a tick? Has anyone not? Well, I suppose this depends on your environment. Playing outside in the country as a kid a lot, and especially walking through tall grass to reach fishing spots with Dad, I've had lots. I'm terrified of parasites so those were never fun times. What color is your mom’s car? White. Have you ever had a bird or a squirrel in your house? No. How high off the ground is your bed? The average, ig. What is the cutest breed of dog? That's such a hard question, but I think I tend to lean towards pugs, though I don't support breeding them or any other type that is a medical catastrophe. What is something other people say you’re good at but you think you’re not? Holding a conversation. I call BS. What does your bedside lamp look like? It's a creamy color with a floral design. It was already here at the house when we moved in. Do you like your neighbors? I don't know them. Does your room need to be cleaned? I need to finish decorating it... and dust the dresser. What was the last bug you saw? Ugh, a fucking ant. This house has had an ant problem before, and now they're showing up in my room here and there. Do you place any value in gender roles? Literally zero. Are your platonic relationships just as valuable as romantic or family ones? Well, I suppose it would depend on the person. How strong is that platonic relationship? Are you in love? Do you want to be? I don't think *in* love anymore, no; I reasoned myself out of that. I think most people WANT to be in the name of companionship, and being a pretty hopeless romantic, your wild guess would probably be right. Would you be happy with a life without romance? I'd live. Are you religious? Do you think your religion is ‘correct’? No. If you aren’t religious, do you wish you were? Why? Nope. Religion only ever brought me confusion, pain, and frustration. Are your choices fated or of your own free will? I am very much a believer in free will and that you sculpt your own fate. Was your childhood happy? For the most part. What are you missing from your life? Excitement. Would you fight for your country? Do you feel a sense of loyalty to your nation? No. And if my country did something fucked up, I wouldn't stand with the masses just because I live here. What’s the latest YouTube channel you’ve discovered and binge-watched? Snake Discovery, like, hardcore. Does it snow where you live? Every now and then, but it's super rare for the snow to stick, and it's maybe even rarer that we get a good or fun amount. Do you think your hair looks better long or short? UGGGGHHHHHH I AM SO MUCH HAPPIER W/ SHORT HAIR. Do you enjoy editing photos on your phone? Not really on my phone, no. I don't have good image quality on my phone, so editing tends to make it worse. What’s your favorite thing to do on your phone? Play Pokemon GO if I'm actually in a place with spawns. Which season do you wish would last longer? Sigh, autumn. At least here, the colorful phase is pretty short. It's like... green leaves one day, a beautiful display for a week, then the trees are bare. It's still my favorite season, though. Do you have neat handwriting? Yeah. Did you dream of becoming famous as a kid? Nah. Do you get on Facebook every day? Pretty much. What was your favorite girl group when you were growing up? Spice Girls, duh. Would you ever consider naming a child after a family member? No. I've got nothing against people who do, but I've just never seen the appeal of it at all. I would want my hypothetical child to have their completely own identity.

Hold Me Tighter

Babe Heffron/Reader

Requested by anon: “Hey! If your requests are still open, would it be ok to request some good ol babe fluff? I’m having the worst time at uni right now and could really use some babe cuteness to cheer up”

A/N: Major sleepy Babe fluff. Hope you feel better anon <3

Synopsis: A sleepless night in the Ardennes leaves Babe restless and curious when he asks you a tricky question.

Tags: @gottapenny @croatianbagudna @dustyjjumpwings @higgles123 @wexhappyxfew @curraheev @medievalfangirl @bandofmarvels @those-dusty-jump-wings @majwinters @junojelli

“Are you comin’ with me to Philly?”

His voice is breathy, raspy and tired. His hands shake under the cold January night sky, eyes looking out at the snow right in front of his foxhole as he pulls you closer to his side, thin army-issued blanket spread from shoulder to shoulder.

Babe is tired, restless, and almost at the brink of tears when it comes to sleeping. Usually, he’s out like a light once the sun sets and the sky turns into the dampest shade of a black, but tonight, he can’t find himself to take the angels’ hands into slumberland where the sky is pink and the ground is as fluffy as the clouds.

He asks you the question like it isn’t the pink elephant in the room, fifteen different tangents going off in his head as he stares at the pile of snow in front of the foxhole. You shoot him a quizzical look, hand gripping the edge of the worn out blanket spread across your laps. “What?”

“Like, after the war? I mean—damn, I shoulda phrased it differently,” he stutters and his cheek start to grow red under the darkened sky. “Are you comin’ with me? Am I comin’ with you? Where we goin’ after the war?”

“You’re asking me this now?”

“My Ma always said it’s better to be prepared than sorry,” he yawns for the first time in hours since the sun said goodbye to the stars. Babe has this fear of losing you—not to bullets and grenades, no. He’s afraid he’ll lose you because of something stupid he did, like not telling you how much he loves you or if you wanted to come back to Philly with him. “And I’m kinda in love with you, y’know? I don’t ask you to come and cuddle with me in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere for nothin’.”

A small part of your heart, that isn’t frozen from the cold, warms up a little bit and your stiff lips curl up into a smile. “I feel your love so hard right now, Babe. So romantic. I love you, too.”

“Yeah, yeah, but tell me—where we goin’?”

You shrug. “I don’t know, I was thinking about going back home and just relaxing for a bit. War’s a tiring workplace, bub.”

“Aw man, so no Philly?” Babe whines, and you giggle, not sure if it’s the real Babe or the sleep deprivation clouding his head. “I was really hopin’ for Philly, Y/N, not gonna lie.”

“Alright, then it’s settled. It was nice knowing you, Babe.”

“Wait, nuuuuhhh—” He turn towards you and rests his head on your shoulder. He was going to caress your cheek like the gentleman he is, but he’s way to comfortable in the position he’s in under the blanket—slight warm and cozy next to your presence. “Y/N, I love you. A lot. And I am the man of your dreams. You don’t wanna be with the wrong guy, ‘cause I’m the right one for you.”

His words are slurred and his eyelids are droopy, obviously way too sleepy at this time of the night, but he fights against it to stay awake, sniffling as he tries to find the right words. You hum, squeezing his hand under the blanket as he drifts in and out of consciousness. “Well, Edward Heffron, what makes you the right one for me?”

“Well,” he tried to sit up but fails and ends up slumped against your side like a fat fish on land, “number one, I’m cute, and you like cute guys.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, a...nd I am very talented and romantic. You remember that heart I drew in the mud a while ago? That’s my Da Vinci side.” He draws a heart in the air with his pointer finger, giggling at the memory of him presenting you his masterpiece. You weren’t in the best mood back then, a little bit pissed at everyone when he dragged you out just to show you a lop-sided heart drawn with a twig he found laying around. “What else am I good at...um, I make a mean banana and peanut butter sandwich. The recipe is from my Ma, but I always pass it off as my own—shhhhhh, don’t tell her. What else...oh! I can also fart on command. Wanna see?”

“No,” you chuckle and wrap your arm around his shoulders, fingers rubbing hexagons on his cheek gently and softly and he melts into your touch.

Babe can just sit here and fade into dreamland while you play with a strand of hair peeking out from his helmet—this is his favorite way to fall asleep. With you right by his side and him snuggling into you like a cat on a rainy day, knowing that he’ll be safe in your arms. He always thinks about this moment, not in a war setting, but in a domestic setting where he is fast asleep on the couch of your shared Philly home with hot chocolate on his upper lip as you keep him by your side. He thinks about it way too much than he likes to admit, but if it’s that life he wants, then he might as well just marry you right here, right now and put a ring made of leaves on your finger.

He hums at the feeling of your fingertips on the nape of his neck so comfortably, he feel like he’s home. “I think ‘bout this all the time.”

“Baby, I know you like it when I play with your hair.”

“Yeah, I do. Can you move your hand just a little further ba—yeah, that’s the spot,” he moans as you he tug the little tuft of hair on the back of his head, eyelids screwing shut as he feels lighter than the clouds. “But I always think ‘bout us just living together. A small little home just for the two of us, a garden in the front—it’s mine, by the way—and a cat. I want a cat, Y/N. I don’t want a car, I want a cat.”

“Mm, and what would you name this cat?”

Babe is silent for a moment, and you think he’s asleep until his lips twitch. “I wanna name ‘im Sergeant Purrkins. Get it? ‘Cause...Perkins…” he yawns.

“Maybe it’s time for you to go to sleep,” you say, reaching to pull the blanket up but he slaps your hand away.

“Nooooo, I’m not finished yet!” he whines. “I need to tell you about our lives back home! You got me sidetracked, Y/N! Now I can’t remember what else I was thinkin’ about!”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry.” You kiss his cheek, and Babe instantly forgives you. He loves it when you kiss him, especially in front of the guys—it makes him feel special. “Go on.”

“Thank you, as I was sayin’—I’m gonna marry ya. Gonna marry ya in the world’s biggest wedding with ice cream instead of cake because I’m cool like that. I’m gonna be the best husband in the entire world because I make good food and I love everything about you. Boobs and ass mostly, but I enjoy your lovin’, too.” He yawns, way too tired at this point to even continue on because it’s way past his bedtime. “So whaddya say, Y/N? You comin’ with...me to…”

Babe doesn’t even finish the sentence before he’s silent again. Eyelids shut tight, and snores escaping his parted lips as he finally falls asleep in the early hours of the morning in your arms. He dreams of that life back home with you—the one where you live comfortably with a ring on your finger, drinking hot chocolate by the windowsill as it rains outside. Sergeant Purrkins walks on the dining table as Babe pulls you into his lap and smothers you in kisses, your hand running through his locks just the way he likes it, and he will never grow hungry, just satisfied knowing that you’re his in the moment and for the years to come.

“Yes, I’ll go back to Philly with you,” you say, and he’s already fast asleep when you say it. So when you call it a night and find yourself sleeping just minutes after, you dream of the same life with Babe in Philly.

WhatsApp? Part 15. (Steve Rogers x reader)

Description: You’ve never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone’s eye, to be loved. One day, that’s about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you.

A/N: “Let’s talk about s*x baby, let’s talk about you and me.”, going off the rails, as I always tend to. Enjoy, babes.

Warnings: Oh, first kiss like hello bitch? Some smut happening/implied at the end of the chapter. Also, I think it's time to properly hit it off and just slowly start to slide towards the end.

Word Count: 3.7 K

Tagging: @missdictatorme, @songforhema, @mikariell95, @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory

Read the rest here: Part One  Part Two  Part three  Part four  Part five  Part Six Part seven  Part eight  Part nine  Part ten  Part eleven  Part twelve  Part thirteen  Part fourteen

If you like to have your readings in order :):  H E R E  

You couldn't actually believe that it happened - for some unknown reason, you found a fucking gem hidden amongst the other guys, with such a silly coincidence. Yeah, having Steve close could be described as a drug, simply. 

The evenings after your work were the absolute best. It was nice to have fancy dinners, to go into some crazy places; but as the weather got crazier and crazier, you started to have him over. Sometimes, he even slept at your place. On the sofa, but you tried your best to stay cool about that. 

It wasn't about you not being attractive or whatever - it was just about Steve being Steve. That was just a thing you discovered throughout the time. Steve being Steve consisted of holding your hand on the street occasionally, but just really innocently, sitting far away from you on the sofa, really gentlemen manners, never ever being mature or whatever. 

Bucky told you that those things were completely normal around that man out of time - and that it was bullshit to wait for him changing the things around. Not gonna happen, girl.

“How about yesterday’s hangout?” - Bucky asked from somewhere between Deena’s neck as he kissed her tenderly. You, Buck, Deena, and Sam were hanging out for that day’s lunch pause and so far so good. 

“You already know the answer, Buck.” - You mumbled and rearranged the glasses on your nose. Yesterday, Steve was having a sleepover at your place and you watched Harry Potter together. That man never saw those movies and Sam hadn't the time to show him. 

It was all fun, kind of romantic, cheesy enough, it was fun with a lot of popcorn and some really sweet drinks. As usually, Steve fell asleep on your couch, this time during the three trials of the Goblet of fire. Then you turned the movie off, covered him in a spare blanket and called it a day as well.

“Lemme guess.” -  Deena looked at you from under Bucky’s armpit and you almost didn't see her eyes because of the cap she was wearing. That piece of clothing was definitely her boyfriend’s. Sam Wilson, another of their friends, was walking on your second side, sipping some green-ish smoothie which looked disgusting to you. - “Steve was acting like Steve, wasn't he?” 

“I’m tellin’ ya, girl. Ma boy is just all over the place from you, even after all the time ya just simply hang out with him...” - Sam threw a hand over your shoulder and shook you a bit, offering you a sip from that disgusting smoothie. 

The more you got to know Sam, the more touchy and feely person he was around you. But it wasn't too much at all or something like that; it was just in a friendly way and you could feel that. So his huge fucking arm over your tiny shoulder? That was a normal thing for you at that time - after hanging out with Steve for three to four months. 

The first date was something that almost made you explode with happiness - Steve really put some effort into that. It wasn't effortless after that one night, not at all; but Steve was still nervous around you. Sweet and caring, but fucking nervous. And you could feel that. 

But you wanted to cuddle, you would beg to be kissed, you would bring him the whole world if he only indicated that he loves you. You just needed that - your patience was wearing. It would take only a slow push to throw you off the fucking cliff. 

And you pushed his fucking smoothie away because it just smelled so terribly.

“You would bet your fucking birdy brain, asshole.” - You looked at Sam with a shocked face. 

“Then fucking do it, girl, and stop yellin’ at me. It ain't my fault at all. Jesus, those hormones are just fuckin’ you up.” - Sam said and watched you like you were a fucking psycho. Yeah. The period was always the toughest time in women's life - and you were letting Sam and Steve letting to know your feelings. From the men, you were always only nice to Bucky, because he was always nice to you.

You didn't have your period, it ended up like three days ago, but you told Sam that it continued so you could behave like a dick to him without finding excuses, which you did anyways. 

“So, it is pretty obvious to me. Because your little Stevie is fucking oblivious, we need to make a plan.” - Deena peeped from under Bucky and opened the door to the bistro you were visiting that day. As usual, there were a few ladies and some young boys who desperately wanted to take a photo with the less known Avengers. 

You knew how to handle those situations with smiles - Steve had taught you, how not to freak out when someone wanted to take a photo with him. It usually happened when you and Steve went to the supermarket or to take some takeaway food. The people were just so happy to meet those superheroes in person, to have a small talk and to leave.

That was pretty ok and some fans of Steve, Buck or Sam even appreciated you, asked about your day and so on. Sometimes they even insisted on having you and Deena on the photo, usually adding something like “Even a supersoldier needs a shoulder to lay and cry on” or “Behind every successful superhero, there is a woman” and you personal favourite was “Superheroes find super girlfriends who can bare their whole history and personality and love them for who they are” (you saw that on one young lady’s Instagram story - there was a photo of you watching Steve with a dead stare when he was choosing his ice cream’s flavor for a half an hour; Peter had shown it to you while you were at work.)

“What kind of plan, Deena?” - You raised her eyebrows at her and she and Buck shared a stare like it was completely obvious. 

“I would name it the ’Seducing Steve’ plan for work purposes.” - She said in a laid back tone and sat down into the furthest box. 

And so, wizardry and witchcraft were starting when those three started to discuss how to seduce Steve Fucking Rogers.

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“Oh, she's in a good mood.” - Bucky answered Steve’s question when he and Sam came back home from their work out. - “It is a pity that youve missed that lunch. We had such a good time.”

“Oh, yea?!” - Sam shouted from the bathroom so loudly, that the glasses started to shake. - “Yo girl almost killed me four thousand times, she was grumpy and a pain in my fuckin’s ass!” 

“That is what you get from messing with the ladies. Oh wow, how sad I am that she didn't hit your forearm with that fork.” - Bucky yelled back and Steve was really confused - he was about to buy her some chocolate nonetheless and some other snacks, but he needed to know how he should act. 

“WHAT?!” - Sam’s head peeked from behind the door at that exact moment. - “She started all those kinds of beef and now your taking her side? Traitor!” - The chocolate skinned diva closed the door again. 

“I will leave you to that.” - Steve slowly put his jacket on, but Buck and Sam got into their beef so much that they didn't even notice that Steve is leaving. - “Today is the day od Lord of the Rings. I'm curious about that and I hope I won't fall asleep.” - He smiled and left the flat, writing you a super-short text. 

Steve: See you at your place in ten.

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You checked yourself in the mirror for the last time - you had a lumberjack shirt put on because according to Sam and Buck, Steve was secretly living for women in shirts; especially with some nice top under it. Fuckingly tight jeans were just something that needed to be and some high-heeled boots were it. 

Sam said that you didn't need anything more than that. 

But Bucky laughed devilishly, kissing Deena on her temple. You needed one last thing before you could call your plan a success. Other man’s attention. And Bucky was fucking sure you could achieve that, you little hidden she-devil.

And he knew that other man’s attention is something that can make Steve all worked up. Bucky chuckled; he was sure that it will be more than enough to work Steve up for not only just a kiss. But he shut his bitch ass up - if you will take a day off tomorrow, he will know that the plan worked.

When Steve showed at your door, you let him in - but only to put the paper bag near your fridge. Then you put your old, but the still sexy, jacket on. This one especially Deena’s favorite; she used to say that this jacket was making your boobs bigger and that it practically screams fuck-me-here-and-now. The only problem with it was that it wasn't really warm.

“You're going somewhere?” - Steve asked with a small smile, frowning a bit. 

“Yeah. I want to leave for the night, have some fun in the downtown. Sorry that I didn't text you that I'm changing the schedule, I just thought that I can surprise you.” - You locked the door to your apartment and took his elbow to your hand, leading that poor and scared man behind you.

From nowhere, Deena took some tickets out of her purse - it was tickets to some local stage where a DJ would be performing. She wanted to go, but in the last while, she decided that she wanted to do something different - which implied that she wanted to fuck the night away. 

But it was your chance after all - a chance that shouldn't be left alone. And if Steve would not hit on you after that? Well, at least you could drink your fucking ass off before showing him what courage looks like.

The night was pretty cold, today at least, but it wasn't that much of a long road. The sky was all iron cold and almost white, illuminated with the yellow shining of the city lamps. Something about that felt nice when you and he walked next to each other on the crowded streets, laughing and simply talking without the smallness of your room, without watching every move he made, if he wasn't closer or too far away. 

He felt less nervous. Bucky got an idea why, but again, that fucker just smiled and sipped his diet cola without giving you a proper fucking answer. 

"So, we're in front of the club. Come on, I wanna have some fun!" - You smiled and basically dragged that poor man inside. Oh yeah. Modern-day disco - Steve Rogers's personal nightmare. His greatest enemy which he couldn't beat even if he tried to.

There was a lot of young people - including people from the age of eighteen, maybe even younger, and up. Steve wasn't feeling his best, that was for sure. But he was doing it for you, that kept him going.

The show itself was good - you screamed most of the lyrics because you knew them from when you and Pete turned on the radio and sang along. That man was a fucking bomb of that summer, which made you wonder why would Deena give up on that tickets so easily and why he was performing for such a small crowd when he could sell out stadiums full of people.

"I'm going for another beer!" - You screamed to Steve, he needed to lean down, and you shook the empty plastic cup. - "You want some?"

Steve would gladly not accept your offer, just because you were getting drunk as hell, and he didn't even know that you had two shots of some really good Russian vodka stuff in each of your cups of the beer. He was drinking as well, but he knew that nothing, except Thor's centuries-old ale, could bring him on his knees.

But he gently refused with a smile, biting those comments down into his lower lip. You shook your shoulders and left to get some other shit.

A guy trailed you down at the bar; he had his eyes on you since the very beginning. Your enthusiasm for the music, your dancing moves and knowing almost every lyric made him watching you all the time. You seemed to have company - but since the man wasn't holding your lips from behind while you danced, since he didn't even kiss you, the bar guy assumed that it isn't your date.

Just a friend. That's what Steve was in his eyes.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself!" - That guy shouted at you so you could at least barely hear him through the EDM and basses. - "I live for that, sweetie! Name's Rick, by the way!" - He offered you a hand. You accepted it without further thinking; it was warm, dry and he had a firm handshake.

He was pretty handsome, you needed to say that, but it was fading away in comparison to Steve's eyes. Girl, you needed to hit a home run that night so bad. You just needed to, not thinking about the rest which might follow right behind.

"Name's Y/N. Awesome to meet you!" - You smiled, getting the cash out of your back pocket.

"Leave it there, Jesus. It's my treat!" - Rick bumped your palm away and quickly paid the beer and two shots. He was watching as you poured them down to the beer with an open mouth. - "Wow. That's something. I like your style!" - He smiled widely and you chuckled.

"So what are you searching for in here?" - He asked when you poured half of the bear down your throat. You frowned cluelessly at him. - "Everyone in there is searching for something. Some of them are feeling tough since they used their fake IDs, some people are looking for a good fuck in here, someone's mingling out there. Might be my case!"

"Oh, really?" - You opened your mouth. Girl, you were so wasted at that moment, I tell you. - "How so?"

"A bad breakup. I'm trying to find someone who would like to mingle!" - He shouted over the start of a new song. - "You?"

"Hitting my best shot with a totally clueless guy! You see him? He's Captain America himself!" - You shouted and Rick suddenly stopped. Shit. Captain was eyeing him down with a dead stare and you were his fucking girl. He needed to back off as soon as he fucking could to save his own damn ass. - "He's the sweetest and most caring guy ever! You know? But when we're alone, he's all nervous. I need to make him make a move with me finally."

"Yeah. I don't wonder why he's nervous. You're so gorgeous!" - Rick complimented you light-heartedly. It made you smile and you tenderly pat his shoulder.

That was all Steve needed to see. A guy whispering you things, you touching his shoulder and laughing out loud. You had the most beautiful face when you were laughing. And he wasn't the reason for that laughter. Steve just stopped from anything he was doing and frowned, watching your every move.

He knew he was taking things too slowly. He was acting like a fifth-grader around you, but it had a specific and good reason. Steve was sure as hell that he would lose control as soon as his lips would touch yours. You smelled so good, you were funny, beautiful and for that matter, he was sleeping on ice for the last seventy years. And he was a man.

It would be a disgrace for Steve to say that he's horny. Or to say it out loud. But the truth is that is was almost painfully obvious for Bucky and Sam, and basically for every single person who knew Steve. Like Natasha specifically.

But sometimes, when you watched the movie like nothing mattered, Steve looked at your partially opened lips and eyes slowly winking, on that messy hair and a right t-shirt - and suddenly, all he could think about was sex. Or literally tearing the top off you, so he could see more of that body. Or just standing behind you while you leaned down to search through your cupboards, just to gently circle his hands around your waist and to brush his weakest spot on that peachy ass.

That was when Steve sat straight and moved even further away from your body. He didn't want to look like a horny rabbit in your eyes. Even if you wanted to fuck soul out of his body when the nearest chance comes by.

You were both such dummies in that matter. Even Peter could tell Steve's not relaxed bevause of something when he met him for the first time. Peter had similar feelings for Liz Allen, but he was just itching to kiss her. Peter could instantly tell what the fuck is going on.

But you couldn't. That's why you were standing at the bar with Rick's face practically laid on your shoulder. And Steve didn't know what to do first - if he should beat the soul out of his fucking body or if he should you home.

The other option said way better.

You could see Steve's body coming through the crowd directly to you and you bit your lip. Fucking Bucky Barnes. He was right; of course, he was, he knew Steve way better than anybody. You looked at Rick and raised your eyebrows, pouring that drink down.

"Wish me luck, Rick." - You kissed his cheek just to work Steve up even more. - "Hoping for the best lady for you to mingle with!" - You held your fingers crossed tightly when Steve approached you in his typical not-so-sure-about-anything behavior. He leaned down to your ear, touching your jaw with shaking fingers.

"Do you want to leave this place?" - He asked in a sultry tone and you smiled at him. You were drunk, your eyes were shining, your smile was big as ever and even though the beer was smelling from you, you were one of the sexiest ladies Steve has ever seen. So when you nodded, he exhaled.

Oh man, did he finally worked up the courage to do you things you will never forget? He was all heated up when you stood in front of the club as you watched the first snowflakes of that year fall down onto the ground.

He covered you in his jacket because your fuck-me jacket was lost somewhere inside.

"Your place or mine?" - He whispered, playing with his thumbs on your jawline.

"What?" - You asked drunkenly and giggled.

"Don't you try to play that innocent card on me now." - He stood up laughing, watching the people looking at you. No stupid photos now; he would most likely kill them if they would ask. Right now, he had some bigger problems which you needed to solve. - "I know what you're after. And I'm after that as well, kitten. So... I'm asking, you if it's your place or mine."

Sam was at home at that time - not much of a problem for Rogers. He would just swing you on his shoulder, look at his friend and he knew that Sam would immediately know that he should leave the place hella fast. Buck was over at Deena's and Steve knew that they're probably occupied by each other as well.

"Mine. Definitely mine." - You sighed and let him lead you home through the crowds of people. They were staring at you two - Cap and his drunk girlfriend. Oh, did Steve know that his reputation will be torn apart in tomorrow's news and he couldn't care less?

Steve was sure that Tony will be making fun of him or teasing him alongside Clint, Bucky and Sam will be eager to hear every single detail, Natasha will have that sultry face and curious eyes - but Steve decided that every one of them could go fuck themselves if they want.

All he wanted at that moment was you, finally naked, in the shortest time possible.

You almost crashed the door to your flat. The first kiss sure wasn't as romantic or slow or pure as would've wished, but you didn't think about that much. Why? Your back was pressed to the wall next to your door as you were slowly turning into a moaning mess.

There was a little thing that nobody knew about Captain America himself, maybe even Bucky didn't - he was extremely eager. Thanks to his self-control, he was somehow able to hide that element of his personality in front of the others. But he knew how he acts when he has nothing that would make him stop.

The warmth of someone's body leads to touching. Touch leads to a kiss. The kiss leads to foreplay. Foreplay leads to showing you the heaven's gate. That was just how he saw things.

You stripped the jacked off your body in a short five seconds, along with the shirt. You could hear your furniture moving, falling down and crashing onto the ground. You didn't fucking care at all.

Steve was hot under your touch, firm and smooth, his kisses were sweeter than Bucky's plums and the palms on your ass were making you nuts.

Boy, you didn't know what pleasure the man out of time will bring you that night; but you couldn't wait.

this has been the most wild fuckin year so let’s do a Year in Review shall we

in terms of internet and fandom life, that is. my real life has been atrociously boring but who cares about real life amirite folx

january probably the only calm month of the year.  i spent the first day of the month watching the brazilian inauguration in burgos, spain with one headphone in, while ordering for my family in a restaurant where nobody spoke english (my sister speaks decent spanish, but my whole family has like 8194814 food restrictions so it kind of went past her level of ability). translating between spanish and english with portuguese in one year was kind of awesome. i watched bodyguard and it was amazing!  what else...in january i briefly owned the issue of spanish GQ with Luka on the cover which i then forgot about until november. other than that...? nada.  the calm before the storm. (fav music)

february was so long ago that i keep forgetting how insane its 28 days were.  probably the wildest month of the year really. i got involved in an absolutely batshit and exclusive group chat with a famous person’s family member (which must remain confidential). it was all sunshine and rainbows for a week and a half and it then devolved into the most absolutely insane Lord of the Flies situation ever--it turned into 1 main chat and then 1 chat that was less puritanical than the main chat, and that chat spawned another chat that didn’t trust the previous chat, and then that chat had a massive argument and a like 6-person bitchy chat modded by a gay guy who does voodoo (shoutout to ALCIDES) spawned from that one.  i made it into every level of group chat and was asked by the tiny bitchy chat to spy on the other bitchy chat (i did not lol). i was a member of the tiny bitchy chat until i got a new phone and was logged out of whatsapp for like a month.  these words can’t even convey what this chat was like--oh and did i mention it was all conducted in only my 3rd-best language? it’s no wonder my weird ass survived middle school almost entirely unscathed.  as this was winding down, on the very last day of the month, I found out about Justin’s involvement in the SNC-Lavalin scandal and decided to go public about my years-long boner for him; Lavscam definitely changed the course of the rest year ~ Oh, also i began helping to repair a friendship that had had some Drama go down so that was p cool ~ (fav music)

march was a Time. The insanity of lavscam helped me finally finish the macdeau I started writing the previous December when a bunch of tungelr people called me disgusting for writing it.  i wrote my first straight-up serious explicit porn in years which has wound up being the third-longest thing i’ve ever published on ao3. Also, Hozier released Wasteland, Baby! which made a huge impact on me as well.  i spent like half of march staying up till 3:30 am writing said Long Fic, and i was firmly in the closet about stanning manu. also justin almost got a vote of no confidence or something and he got busted for eating a chocolate bar during a parliamentary all-nighter.  (fav music)

in april i wrote a ton of fanfic thanks to declining mental health(tm).  i think this is when i started my emmanuyell insta account and became really into making weird edits (which i still love doing just...don’t anymore.)  i started meeting some cool people thanks to macdeau.  what else happened in april? i feel like it wasn’t actually too eventful other than writing a lot of fanfic and being Annoyed about manu.  feel free to jog my memory lol.  oh i think i wrote “Okay so who from the French national team are we gonna ship Manu with” on twitter after seeing photos of manu + antoine griezmann at the World Cup but nothing came of that...at that time... (fav music)

may saw me having to deal with my shit mental health and up my meds but that seems to have had a good effect because i seem to not be too depressed to write in the winter/fall anymore! it was the 2nd anniversary of manu’s election and at the Christchurch Call in paris, macdeau took that amazing fairytale princess photo together that was completely unrivalled in Gay Shippy Feels moments until ivan went out of his way to kiss luka during the el clásico gameplay last wednesday. someone wrote ao3′s first griezmanu drabble and at the end manu gets down on his knees in front of antoine, takes off his shoes for him, and sucks his dick, and i achieved another state of being entirely.  my sister graduated from grad school and when we went down to DC for the weekend i went to eat at this restaurant manu famously ate at while there and ordered the same stuff he did and i have no idea how he consumed all that grease.  i learned about the song O Come, O Come, Emmanuel *snort*. i feel like other things happened in may too?  OH YES--i got the idea for my magnum opus, Trophy Boyfriend, and started to write it. the first scene i wrote was justin blowing manu in the hallway. then the same day i wrote the scene at the airport (which was the ending for a solid month and half till i realized it shouldn’t be), and the saddest scene in the fic--but we’ll stop to open presents.  oh! and i stumbled across the macronists discord chat which is such a delightful little community *weepy sniffles* (fav music)

june was Eventful.  a french neonazi on tumblr told me to go let manu fuck me in the ass because i was a fucking degenerate.  what a start!  then came the ceremony in which manu awarded everyone on the french national team the legion of honor medal and the way he and antoine looked at each other was truly...Wait it was the 3rd Gay Shippy Feels moment of the year.  as soon as the ceremony was over i wrote a fic about it and haven’t looked back.  between this + watching almost every 2018 World Cup game and the women’s world cup (during which I cried during argentina’s last game because of that miraculous penalty) i finally achieved my years-long goal of getting into Futbol(TM).  Antoine dropped his spotify playlist and my crush on him turned into Intense Love (TM) and also he introduced me to some legit awesome artists.  which led to (fav music)

july, in which i wrote “ça c’est ma dope” which is definitely the best thing i’ve written since i wrote “modernity towering in front of the sky” almost exactly 10 years before. got embroiled in Soccer Transfer Drama and learned its pain for the first time (unfortunately, since i wound up attaching my heart-wagon to barça’s Suddenly Least Favorite Player, the transfer drama pain has...never ended) became a full-fledged culé, O the joy O the honor.  i wanted to ship antoine with someone on the team, which in their current chemistry-less season is a real challenge, but after seeing a few photos i decided it would be fun to casually ship antoine + ivan rakitic (partially because, ever since i went from Enemies to Lovers with the croatia NT during the World Cup, he was one of the only players i knew anything about other than messi, suárez, and piqué lmao). while looking on ao3 to see what kind of headcanons people had about him--and the fic is definitely in general better than what’s out there about antoine, which is perplexing because antoine is much easier to write than ivan--i found That Amazing Rakidric Fic and thought “oh wait that ship makes a lot of sense” and started also shipping ivan and luka with the fire of a thousand suns.  oh and my air conditioner was broken for like 3 weeks. i worked on more fics, seriously outlining the path of Trophy Boyfriend, and my music taste was killer. (fav music)

in august i finished Trophy Boyfriend in my neighborhood Starbucks after writing the scene that was giving me the most trouble (the scene at the beginning where they’re organizing their book collection). the fic has made multiple people cry and people disagree on whether justin’s choice at the end was the right one and god i’m so proud of it.  Instantly went on to write ‘i might not mind,’ a lively lighthearted Friends to Lovers ivantoine~ romp which was definitely going to be a one-off and i was definitely not going to get an extra celeb crush out of it,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, (fav music)

in september ivantoine became A Thing in my mind and it’s a whole ongoing slow-burn character-arcy series that has taken a very different turn than i had expected. i’m not saying it’s like, the most deep writing of all time, but it’s gone to some interesting places emotionally. honestly, ships and boners aside, the concept of a person who made some really stupid homophobia 101 comments many years ago slowly realizing over and over again that they have gay feelings for a man who seems rather comfortable with gayness is a fascinating one and one that’s really cool to explore in writing.  Or at least, i think so.  in many ways ivan is my most unreliable narrator because of the many layers of Discomfort, Emotion and Repression at play in the fic while he’s interacting with this pretty cheery and uncomplicated seeming-dude who’s still perceptive enough to sort of know what’s going on (and that’s not even adding in the star player/falling from grace former rockstar dynamic!!!)  i know in the current climate it’s Not Allowed to write about someone who said a bad, but luckily i’m too old to give a Fuck. ivantoine is hard to write but it’s my bff’s favorite ship of mine and has a few other excited fans on ao3 which tbh is kind of an accomplishment considering i made it up out of thin air and it’s not something you’d ever think would be a thing. instantly also developed ‘getting called out about ivan by a child on the internet’ as a goal.  and...i achieved my dream of leading high holiday services!!! (fav music)

october had more high holiday services and i worked a lot on certain fics (including d*janfic which would be fun to finish). i came up with the idea of a Very Long Rakidric Fic based on the translation of a gorgeous croatian folk song i sang in college (Janko fell asleep under the poplar/My dear and beloved/My beautiful dark eyes/Look at me/Under the poplar's golden branch/My dear and beloved/My beautiful dark eyes/Look at me/I tore off the golden branch/My dear and beloved/My beautiful dark eyes/Look at me--in which the golden branch is a reference to a way to get into the underworld). decided to start quarter-assedly learning croatian for fun.  Fun...ha.  other than fangirling a lot and watching the croatian NT play, october was pretty uneventful? i think? Justin got reelected and mauricio didn’t ;( (fav music)

in november i finally achieved my dream of having a literal child on the internet call me out about being attracted to a homophobe.  (they were a madridista even!) accidentally started writing some more rakidric and now i’m seriously hooked.  also accidentally came out of the closet about the secret crush i’d been harboring on luka modric and then one fateful day in the ihop on 14th st i realized i’d had this crush already and repressed it from my memory. Don’t do that kids! now it’s Hurting Really Bad. Ivan dropped the most pathetic and candid interview like...ever and i hope “¿Cómo puede disfrutar uno? Jugando al fútbol. ¿Cómo se siente mi hija pequeña cuando le quitan un juguete? Triste. Yo me siento igual. Me han quitado la pelota, me siento triste” goes down in the history of most epic futbol quotes of all time.  (still haven’t actually been able to watch this because no one has uploaded it anywhere)  What else...............Am i forgetting anything? i celebrated my birthday with @tender-vittles in epic fashion after two years of Not doing that, and turned 32 going on 15.  enjoyed my first-ever “x reader” fic (zlatko dalic x reader LOL) and finished “drive your plow over the bones of the dead” which was real fucking good. i saw hozier live and it was a religious experience and i unexpectedly cried during nina cried power and then called myself “Luka B” when ordering at the classy taco bell across the street after getting a glimpse of alexxx ryan in the flesh. (fav music)

now it’s december and my seasonal depression is a little worse than it’s been the past few years but i’m managing.  still shipping and writing and i just got called out about ivan again last week.  i’m 2 for 2 here!  el clásico was boring but also it was gay and my heart my heart my heart ! Anything could happen in the last 10 days of this year and honestly...I’m pretty sure I’m ready.

Most importantly this year, despite it being not that great in a lot of ways, I developed a lot more self confidence, made many important realizations, and became a lot more peaceful (despite how this post makes me sound) and wiser and less bitter and pessimistic.  And i became outspoken enough about antisemitism on the left to lose friends over it...3 for 3.  i can’t say i’m displeased with these developments.

Hasta 2020! <3

The Search for Scissors

A/N: here’s some Joe Toye x female!medic for you!! This ended up being way longer than intended, but in BOB he makes me feel some type of way. 

“Oh, Jesus Christ, what’d you do to the poor girl?” “What? I didn’t do anything!” “Toye, she’s pinker than a fuckin’ strawberry for crying out loud.” Luz chided. “It’s her fault for blushing so damn easy. She fell so I just helped her up.” I cleared my throat uncomfortably. “I-I was just, uh, looking for Doc. I need scissors.” Avoiding eye contact with a tent full of mostly shirtless, completely fit young men was quite difficult and I wondered what I’d done to deserve this – for better or for worse. When I first embarked upon my quest for a pair of scissors, I didn’t expect to trip over a pair of boots and face-plant. I certainly didn’t expect those boots to belong to an inconveniently shirtless Joe Toye, but that seemed to be my luck lately. I’d run into the devastatingly handsome young soldier on numerous, unfortunate occasions and I was beginning to feel that the universe had it out for me. I couldn’t wash dirty laundry in peace (Joe and Malarkey, donning only underwear, jumped in the pond), I couldn’t eat peacefully in the dining hall (I dropped spaghetti on Joe. Twice.), and I absolutely couldn’t sleep well (Lipton had just moved my bunk right above – you guessed it – Joe Toye’s bed). Now, I also could not search for scissors without emotional distress. These unpleasant instances would not cause me so much misery if I did not find myself absurdly attracted to Joe Toye, but I was learning quickly that the world could be a cruel place. I’d seen Joe at his most comfortable, playfully roughhousing with the guys and downing a few beers. It just so happened that I made an utter fool of myself anytime he was within arm’s length and his gruff silences and unimpressed expressions seemed to translate into a simple, nonverbal I don’t like you. Lipton appeared, graciously clothed and glowing in the firelight like an angel. “Doc went to touch base with Spina a few tents down.” I nodded, cheeks still heated. “Thank you, sir.” I barely caught Lipton’s quick sidelong glance with enough time to panic. “Toye, walk her over there, will you?” My eyes widened in horror. “Oh no, sir, that w-won’t be necessary. I don’t wanna trouble anyone. I can make it over there on my own, no problem a-at all.” I babbled, flustered all over again. Lipton smiled gently at me. “I know you’re one hell of a tough cookie and I know none of these men here would hurt a hair on your head, but I can’t speak for the rest of the guys out there. And I’d like to keep one of the best medics in the whole army out of harm’s way.” Straightening my posture, I nodded. “Yes, sir. I understand.” Lipton cut a look to the dark haired, olive skinned man on my right. “Toye, no funny business, okay?” Joe’s mouth opened and closed indignantly, scowling. “Yes, sir.” He grumbled. Maybe, just maybe, I caught a dusting of pink across his flawless skin.   Luz smirked from the bed across from Joe’s. “Yeah, Joe, no funny business. She’s gonna have an aneurysm if you get her any more flustered.” “George!” I groaned into my hands. “Or if you don’t put a shirt on.” He added in a quiet voice. In response, I scowled and gave him the finger. “Huh?” Joe asked, tying up his boots. “Oh, nothing. Just letting Y/N know that I don’t got any scissors.” I had never formally notified George Luz of my miserable crush on Joe, but the man had a knack for discovering well-kept secrets, including (but not limited to) Joe Liebgott’s stash of chocolate. And, perhaps, my moon-eyes, dreamy sighs, and metaphorical drooling weren’t as conspicuous as I needed them to be. Toye appeared unfazed. He tugged on a snug white t-shirt that put his toned arms on display for the whole battalion to admire and slung his rifle over his shoulder. His voice was rough and gravelly as he told me, “Let’s go.” I was embarrassed to admit to myself that I’d probably go anywhere he asked me. As if Luz could read my mind and wanted to cause me further distress, he suggestively drawled, “Stay safe, kids.” 

The air was clean and dry through summer nights around northern France. It smelled mostly of flowers at this camp and less of gunpowder. It was windy enough to just barely ruffle my hair, warm breeze kissing my cheeks. The moon floated above our heads, looming and glowing, playing pretty shadows of light across Joe’s chiseled features. “You really don’t have to walk me over to the other tents, Joe.” I told him quietly. He half-snorted. “Let me follow orders, doll.” “Okay.” I nearly squeaked, grateful that the cover of darkness hid my – once again – red cheeks. “Plus,” He started, scuffing his boots against the gravel. “I don’t mind.” He told me quietly. “Oh,” I breathed, heart thudding. “Well. Thanks.” He hummed in response and we continued winding our way through the camp. The silence that hung between was only slightly awkward, occasionally punctuated by rowdy yelling and rough laughter. “Sorry about the spaghetti the other day, by the way.” I said quietly. He breathed a laugh and shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like you were wasting my Ma’s cooking.” I smiled, almost bitterly. “Wouldn’t dream of doing something like that.” There was a beat of silence before he asked, “Do you miss home?” Joe cast a sidelong glance my way, making me slightly self-conscious. “Yeah, of course I do. But I didn’t feel like I could do as much good at home, so I came here.” He looked at me, almost fondly, lips tugging upward into a lopsided grin. “You’re doing a lot of good here, Y/N.” “When I’m not tripping over boots and spilling spaghetti, maybe. Thank you.” I laughed nervously. “What about you? Do you miss home?” I dared to look up at him, my heart leaping up into my throat. His long lashes grazed his cheeks as he looked down at the dirt, his mouth curled into a bitter smile. “Guess I do. But I don’t know, it’s nice to feel like I’m making a difference here. I never feel much like that when I’m home.” He told me, hesitation flickering across his face, dark eyes meeting my own. I frowned, heart aching at the despair lacing his quiet words. “You’re a good man, Joe, you – “ He nodded tensely to the tent on my right. “We’re here.” “Right. Thanks, Joe.” I swallowed nervously, forcing myself to flash him a friendly smile. He reciprocated the gesture, just barely. “No problem, Y/N. Get those scissors.” As I turned on my heel, a loud popping noise reverberated over our heads. I barely had a moment to look up before I was knocked over onto the ground, the air squeezed out of my lungs with the impact of the fall. I wheezed out a breath, looking straight up at the sky as someone nearby exchanged fire with the enemy. It took a few moments to register the yelling and the crack of ricochets and Joe Toye’s athletic frame hovering protectively over my own.   We spent a few beats suspended in a space that was just us – wide eyes, bated breath, and flustered skin. “Up.” My voice cracked. “Up! We gotta get up, Joe!” I told him frantically. He jumped off of me like I was the one shooting at him. “Right. Shelter. Let’s go find cover. And Lip.” His voice caught, lower than usual, and if we weren’t trying to escape raining bullets, I might have swooned a little. We stuck close together, winding our way through the tents, avoiding fire and frantic privates. We found Lip grimacing on the far end of the field, high enough to have a good vantage point, surrounded by dense brush, Malarkey, Babe, and Smokey. “Where do you want us, sir?” Joe asked. Instinctively, I scanned each of the men for injuries. “Edward Heffron, you better put that helmet on, or so help me god I will kill you myself.” Babe grumbled. “You’re as bad as Doc.” Lipton barked out orders to his men and told me to stay near him until I heard a cry for a medic. 

I don’t know how much time we spent lodged in the chaos, but the fight persisted until the light of dawn peeked down at us. It was a miracle that we didn’t have too many casualties – mostly wounds inflicted by ricochets, a few bullets, and only one man lost – and that I managed without a pair of goddamn scissors. Everyone looked exhausted, their good night’s sleep robbed by the enemy. Even I felt my eyelids growing heavy, resting against some empty crates, aching fingers marred with dirt. “Good morning, Y/N.” Doc appeared above me, a gentle smile upon his dirtied face. It was impossible not to return his smiles – he was too sweet, and his smiles were too rare. “Morning, Doc.” “Coffee?” He held out a steaming mug. I nodded gratefully, accepting the caffeine graciously. His voice was quiet, but I could hear the smile in his southern lilt as I took a sip. “I think Joe Toye was lookin’ for you. He was down by Captain Winters and Guarnere last time I saw him.” I glanced up at Eugene, surprised, and nearly choked on my coffee. I cleared my throat. “Oh. Great. I’ll go find him. Thanks, Doc.” I wound through masses of tired soldiers as the sun continued to rise, warming our skin and waking the world up. I found him kneeling near Bill, something metallic glinting in his palm. They muttered to each other quietly, a smug smile on Bill’s face, and I squeezed the mug of coffee in my hands, shuffling my feet awkwardly. “Uh, Joe? Doc said he heard you were, um, looking for me?” I practically squeaked, nearly withering beneath Joe’s dark gaze. He flashed me a grin and the coffee in my stomach churned unhappily. “Doc heard right.” In his palm I spotted shiny brass knuckles and I forgot my nerves for a moment. I nodded to his hand, amused. “Adding to your collection?” “You know it.” He slid it over his long, elegant fingers and I had to force myself to look at my mug. “I’ve got something for you.” I cocked my head to the side, brow furrowed. “For me?” I could almost hear Luz make an innuendo in my head. He stood, brushing the dirt off his pants and patting Bill on the shoulder. “For you. It’s back with all my shit in the tent.” Jittery and with a dry throat, I gulped down the coffee, ignoring the way it burned my tongue. “A-are you alright?” I asked timidly as we entered the tent, noting his lack of injuries with relief.  “Just peachy. You?” He dug through his belongings. “Fine.” “Well, hello, you two.” Luz piped up from across the way, a shit-eating smirk comfortably on his face. “Luz.” Joe greeted him with his back turned. Luz wiggled his eyebrows and I could only glare at him. “Ah, here it is!” Joe chirped, more enthusiastic than I’d ever seen him and it made my insides melt into pathetic, lovestruck goo. He held a pair of silver scissors in front of my face, so clean they practically sparkled. I gasped. “Joe! This is amazing! Where’d you get these?” A stupidly gleeful smile worked its way onto my face. “We took a Kraut medic prisoner and he had a pack with all sorts of good crap in it. Spina and Doc needed most of it, but I snagged the scissors for you.” I couldn’t stop beaming as I stuck the scissors in my bag. “Thank you, Joe. I really appreciate it.” I told him warmly. Of all things, he blushed, a rosy hue blossoming across his cheeks.   “This is beautiful. When your kids ask how it all started, you can tell them it began with scissors.” “George Luz!” I yelled, lunging across the floor, fully intending to punch the smirk off his face. An arm hooked around my waist, pulling me back against a broad chest and effectively stopping a medic from destroying George Luz. “I’m gonna end him.” I growled, meeting his feigned expression of innocence with a sour glower. My knees almost buckled a little when Joe leaned down, breath hot against my ear, voice low. “Easy, tiger. We’ve got a way to go until kids. We’re only at the scissors stage.”  

Work out for me

Kyle 

“Exactly what part of ‘no practice or conditioning’ did you NOT understand?!” Lonzo complained in my ear as we walked into the UCLA gym. 

“Trust me, man. You’ll be glad we came when yo’ ass don’t get traded,” I replied back. It literally took a box of donuts and a couple hundred of texts to get this guy to come out and train with me today. 

Since our training facility is under construction for the time being, they allowed us to use the facilities at UCLA due to the inconvenience. As we walk towards the gym we hear J.Cole’s “Work Out” blasting and two people shooting around. A short, dark haired girl was crossing up this scrawny, black guy and I honestly felt sorry for him. As she scored another basket, the guy threw the ball back towards her but completely missed, throwing it in the opposite direction of her. 

“Really? Don’t be a sore loser now!” the pretty girl yells at him as she chases after the ball. 

“Hey! I agreed to work out with you, nowhere in that included playing a whole damn playoff game! Got me out here like I’m fuckin’ Stephen Curry or some shit,” the guy replied back. As she finally grabs the ball, she walks towards the half court line and points down at it. The guy looks at her confused about her next move. No way this girl will make this shot, shit I can barely make that shot, I thought to myself. 

“Girl, if you don’t go put that damn ball away and call it a day!” the guy yells and points towards the ball rack. She laughs and shoots the ball from the half court line, before even waiting to see if it goes in, she walks towards us and grabs her stuff from the bleachers. 

Swoosh, the sound makes her smile and I can’t help help but smirk at her confidence. 

“Aye, I’m THE Lonzo Ball. Nice to meet you, ma” Lonzo introduces himself to the mystery girl. 

She looks up and smiles at us as she continues to grab her stuff. That damn smile again. 

“Yo, Lonzo from the Ball family, right?” the guy says as he is walking behind the girl. 

“Yeah, that’s me in the flesh” Lonzo replies. 

“My name is Chris, I’m a huge fan, man. Your show is my shit! I tune in everything Sunday at 6PM!” Chris replies back to Zo as he daps him up. 

“Alright super fan, let’s leave these guys alone and head out” the mystery girl says as she starts walking towards the door. 

“Wait, I didn’t get your name, ma” Zo says tryna mack to to this girl as if he doesn’t have a whole ass family at home. 

“Because I didn’t give it,” she says chuckling as she leaves the gym. I shake my head and laugh at Zo’s shocked expression. 

“Yo, did you see that shit?!” Zo exclaims. 

“What, your sorry excuse of game? Boy, we all saw that” I saw as I laugh at him. That girl was gorgeous, plus she knew how to ball-- seemed too good to be true. But, girls are the last thing that’s on my mind right now. 

“Man, whatever. Pass me the ball” 

Lorie 🥀

“Girlllll, yo’ ass didn’t have to be so rude back there! He’s like LA royalty out here” Chris said as he nudged me. I met Chris at the UCLA summer mixer, yes, the same one I laughed about and said I wasn’t going to, and we hit it off right off the bat. He reminded me of my college roommate, Carla, from back home with his sass and ratchetness, a whole ass mess! 

“Boy bye! I am not about to bow down on my knees for some guy just because he’s royalty,” I said as I nudged him back. 

“Drop that east coast attitude, that’s why yo’ ass didn’t make no friends at the mixer,” he said back as we got into his car. 

“I don’t know why you’re talking all that RA-RA as if you’re not my friend right now, hanging out with me” I say as I’m laughing at the mug he gives me. 

“Yeah yeah yeah, the other guy over there was hella cute. Might have to come back to the gym with you and see if he wants a little taste of some chocolate” Chris says as he pulls out of the parking lot. He was actually really cute, those tattoos all over his arms made me want to climb him like a damn tree, I thought as I smirked to myself. I ain’t gonn’ tell Chris that though because knowing him, he’d turn this car around and actually make me do it” 

 “Boys are the last thing on my mind right now, I’m just ready for this program to start and get in my bag” I said as I looked out the window. 

“Mhm girl, I’ll take both of them then! Thank you very much” Chris said as he stuck out his tongue at me. See what I mean, this man’s a whole ass mess. 

Issue 9

That was humiliating.

Defeated by a man in multicolored spandex on your first attack!

"Spiderman."Tomura spat out,"You will face my wrath."

-

"Oh by the way,i'm gonna hang out with my friends after school."Shouto mentioned as he put on his shoes.

Mom beamed,"You made new friends?!"

"Yeah.Sero,Kaminari,Mina,Tsuyu,Iida,Uraraka,Kirishima,Hagakure and Bakugou."He listed them off.

Mom looked like she was about to start barfing rainbows."Oh Shouto!"She hugged tightly,"I'm glad you're talking to your classmates!"

"Yeah,me too,Mom."The hug was a bit constricting.

She released him,still beaming."This is great!"

He smiled back,droopy eyed."Well...bye."

"Good luck at school!"She called to him as he walked down the hall.He waved in response.

Shouto offered the receptionist a chocolate bar when he made it down stairs.They blinked in surprise and took it,smiling.

"Thank you,Shouto."It felt odd that they called him by his first name but not bad.If he remembered correctly,their own first name was Shizuka.

"You're welcome.See you after school!"He walked out of the building.

-

Shouto jumped as his spider sense suddenly went off.A few seconds later,he saw the octopus man heading in a certain direction.The direction of the school.

Shouto ran into a random empty ally,putting on his costume over his clothes and leaving his backpack behind as he swung towards him.

The man suddenly turned towards him,grinning sinisterly."Well,if it isn't Spiderman-"He was cut off by Shouto shooting webbing onto his mouth from his place sticking to the side of a building.He coughed violently and Shouto took the opportunity to tie up his extensions once again.

"Spiderman!"

"WE LOVE YOU!"A random fan yelled as he swung away.

-

"Spiderman appeared again!"He heard Kirishima eagerly say as he approached his friends."Manly as always!"

"You've seen him twice."Bakugou deadpanned.

"Still!"

"Dude,what's with your hair?"Sero laughed as he saw Shouto,who began tidying up his hair in response.

"Todoroki,you're still up for the arcade,right?"Bakugou asked.

Shouto nodded,smiling and heart in his throat.

Bakugou actually smiled back,causing Shouto's heart to nearly skip a beat.The other four looked at him jaw-slacked.

"Dude!"Kaminari whispered,"Bakugou's smiling!"

"I know!"Ashido whispered back.

"I can hear you."A now irritated Bakugou said,"I'm deaf but that dosen't mean ya gotta be fuckin' rude."

The two smiled sheepishly.

-

"Iida,i forgot my book.Can you share yours with me?"Kirishima asked worriedly.Iida nodded eagerly.

"Of course!As class rep,i'm always happy to help a classmate!"

Kirishima smiled at his response.Shouto looked at them curiously.

Did Kirishima have a crush on Iida?Iida was a very nice guy so it wasn't too much of a stretch.

Kirishima practically curled himself up to Iida so they could read from his book.He touched Iida's arm,who blushed furiously."Man,you're ripped!"

"T-t-thank you."Iida clumsily adjusted his glasses.

'Kirishima sure is a bold person.'

-

"Shouto,i was wondering if you'd like come visit me and my wife."Shouto blinked in surprise at Shizuka's words but nodded as he registered them properly,hitching up his backpack.

"Yes,that would be nice.I'm hanging out with my friends today so i'll be there tommorow."

"Lovely,dear."

Shouto smiled,finishing his way down the stairs.

"Have fun,dear!"They called to him as got out the door.

"Thanks!I will!"

"Hey,Bakugou,Midoriya!"Shouto greeted them as he saw them loitering by the arcade entrance.

"Todoroki!"Bakugou stood straight,"Let's play."

"I'll go get snacks."Midoriya said as they entered,walking towards a cashere.

Shouto and Bakugou settled on a zombie shooting game.

"How you doin',Half and Half?"

"Just fine.How about you?"

"Pffft!I got this."

Midoriya watched them,entranced and eating a hot dog.

"Midoriya,soda me!"

Midoriya put the soda near Shouto's mouth and he drank without taking his eyes off the screen.

"I call next turn."

Shouto turned his head so fast his neck almost made a cracking noise.'Yaoyorozu?!'

It was her.

"Todoroki!"She seemed just as surprised as he was.

"Oi!"Bakugou said in annoyance,"Pay attention to the game!"

"Right,sorry-"

They finished their turn,Shouto still stunned at such a strict-seeming person like Yaoyorozu was into violent video games.She was most likely thinking the same of him,actually.

"Here."Shouto said as he handed her his gun and she smiled awkawardly in return.

"I'm not holding back,ponytail."Bakugou said.

Yaoyorozu gave him a hardened expression,"Neither will i."

Judging by how good she was at it,this was a regular thing for her.She bit her lip so hard Shouto was surprised it din't start bleeding.

Suddenly,Shouto's spider sense went off.He wipped his head towards the arcade entrance and as if on cue,the earth shook.

"Fuck!"Bakugou said.

"SPIIIIIDEEEEERMAAAAAN!!!!!!!"

Shouto bolted to the bathroom and heard Midoriya call out to him.He locked the door as he began undressing himself and tried to ignore the knocking.

"Todoroki,come out!We gotta get out of here!"

"I'll hide in here!"He insisted as he pulled up his costume.

"That's a terrible ideAAAAAAAAA!!"Shouto heard a loud sound,then screaming from multiple people and rapid running.

Shouto dressed even quicker and climbed up the wall and out the window.He made his way to the side of the arcade,seeing that the octopus man had crashed down part of the roof and that everyone was scrambling to get out-Including Midoriya,Bakugou and Yaoyorozu.

"Hey,Octopus Man!"He said in a deeper voice,"Why don't pick on someone your own size?",he squinted,"Maybe bigger,actually."

Perhaps that wasn't the smartest thing to say,seeing as the octopus man turned red in the face and launched one of his tentacles at him for that.

"The name's Doc Oc."Octopus Ma-Doc Oc snarled as Shouto dodged,landing next to the crowd,"And you're about to be squashed,bug boy."

The next tentacle caught a civilian,a blonde civilian-

BAKUGOU.Shouto managed to slap his hands over his mouth before he let out a yell.

"PUT ME DOWN,YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

Shouto tried to web up Doc Oc's tentacles like he did the last two times but was pinned to a wall by two of them.He struggled to break free but din't have to for long,thanks to someone throwing a rather thick book at Doc Oc's head,causing him to accidentally open up the tentacle that was holding Bakugou.

Shouto shot himself towards Bakugou,catching him bridal style and made a web bed under them to prevent them from falling.

"SPIDERMAN!"Bakugou said in shock.

Shouto simply nodded to him,pretending he wasn't freaking out on the inside('I'M CARRYING BAKUGOU,HOLY SHIT')."I'm going to put us down now."He kept his deep voice.

Bakugou responded by wrapping his arms around his neck for safety and Shouto melted like a marshmallow(what was it about Bakugou that gave him such cheesy thoughts?).

Taking advantage of Doc Oc's disorientation,Shouto cocooned him before placing himself and Bakugou back on solid ground.

Bakugou din't let him go,looking at him with an stunned expression.

"You can let go now."Shouto said,voice deep.

Bakugou blinked rapidly,jumping away from him."Right!"

"Spiderman!"Midoriya and Yaoyorozu shouted from behind him and it was only then he noticed that all eyes were on him,staring in awe.He turned to his two friends.

"Pleasure to meet you,citizens,but my work here is done so now i must go!"He swung away before anyone could protest.

-

"Todoroki!"Midoriya said eagerly as Shouto came out of the bathroom,"Thank God,you're okay!"He looked like he wanted to hug him.He then perked up,"We saw Spiderman!"

"Yeah,i heard him."Shouto placed a hand on the back of his head,"Wish I'd gotten some pictures."

"You'll get them next time."Yaoyorozu reassured him.

"Thanks."Shouto suddenly had an idea,"We should all exchange phone numbers."

Yaoyorozu blinked in surprise,"Sure!"

Fright Night - 1985 - 3.5/5

Highly oversimplified fun ‘modern’ teen adventure book-style take on Dracula - i think?

i am having a fuckking awful night please let this be half okay at least funny like please. right we have some poor audio. tom holland is here? some chick is going on about how much she likes the dark - she’s mina? pale, red lips peeps are making out - it’s just someone squeaking their lips together and then letting go lmao wtf - it’s a tv show about vampires lol this acting is amazing i think its supposed to be he literally just went after her with the blunt end of the stake damn. some more squeaking kisses gross. kids making out, peter vincent is on TV or some shit. boyfriend has wandering hands and she’s told him twice to stop and now he’s bitching at her for not letting him feel her up and then she apologises? excuse me? and now he’s guilted her into doing it? oh damn that’s a nice chocolate coffin where’d he get those binoculars ahaha oh yikes that girl is not ready and now he’s ignoring her oh what is happening. mum’s getting involved. he wanted to fuck she didn’t then she wanted to fuck and he was distracted by some guys carrying a coffin into the basement of the house next door. he’s so distracted he’s completely ignoring his girlfriend.oh damn he pissed off his friend too this guy seems like a dumbass. ew gross oh my god she’s dressed like a prostitute what is that blue thing and the opaque beige hosiery is horrific. it’s funny at this point lots of these clothes are coming back into fashion. then there are those of course that must die and stay dead. damn a big ol scream from the house next door and a light went out. fuckin hell he wait she’s apologising for his  dumbass and said it’s her fault and he’s like yeah i suppose it was like what. i know this is supposed to be like this like he’s clearly supposed to be a terrible boyfriend but fuck he is barely pretending to care about her - he said ‘i love you’ and she’s gooing all over him. now he’s ignoring her again and here’s his weird looking friend who thinks its hilarious oh my god she slapped a hamburger cheese onion and tomato hamburger patty on his face disgusting but damn he deserves it. whoop a guy in the basement just saw this kid snooping - is he seriously just gonna open this guy’s basement doors unsurprisingly dude came and snapped at him like wtf you think you’re doing. he’s obsessed with this house all of the sudden? eating chips at his window with his binoculars. now asleep in that chair and hot damn there’s a couple about to fuck  and tittiiiiiieesssssss. oh damn mate is a vampire looking straight at the kid through the window. just staring. then closes the window with long ass fingers with long yellow nails. just woke his mum up like ma new guys a vampire and she’s like fuck off and he’s sneaking about outside what the hell is this kid on. oh they’re carrying out bodies in garbage bags and what i think they’re trying to show they’ve got sick powers or something there’s this synth beat in the background those are the largest collar flap things i’ve ever seen and that red scarf is sick a lot is happening bro red scarf dude just caught annoying kid charlie spying at them from the hedges. oh shit he’s screaming at his mother and his girlfriend what an ass - Amy is obsessed with their relationship, Mum thinks he’s having a nightmare. he’s the dumbass in the horror movie - running around screaming, telling everyone the guys a vampire killing people getting the police involved like dumbass what teh fuck this is gonna be embarrassing you think if they really are vampires they’re gonna be dumb enough to let themselves get caught. oh what he’s yelling again and interesting there’s a painting of a blonde version of Amy. is this dracula 1980s version. the house is all cobwebs and old timey shit. dumbass getting screamed at by the cop for screaming about his neighbour being a vampire he’s got no evidence but just keeps screaming. you deserve to die like 0% self-preservation skills m8. is he racing home no to his friend’s house his weird friend who’s somewhat more mental than this dumbass - give him eight bucks to tell him how to protect himself from a vampire attack he’s listing off stereotypical shit but i doubt any of this will be legit they all like dangling those and scoffing at them. he’s nailing his window shut but hey guess who mum’s invited innnnnnnnnn ahahahahahahah lol oh damn who sits in a chair like that well hello bruce banner hot edition. hm his fingers look normal now. aahahhaha oh fuck he out here telling charlie he wouldnt have come to visit unless he had been invited and now that he had been he would be over whenever he liked. charlie the dumbass is not trying to hide how terrified he is out here backing away, eyes wide, shaking, Jerry the vampire just staring at him. 'see ya! soon.’ scrambling up the stairs - like just mayyyyybe you shouldn’t have immediately done all you can to piss off the guy you think is a vampire. cause now he’s on your roof. i can’t believe his name is Jerry. this is so 80s. this music man. who chills in a button up shirt all tucked in . is that a mouse? or the trees scratching oh shit jerry’s after the mum. or not. oh fuck there’s no reflection in the mirror and he just broke her door? oooop he’s in dumbass’ roommmm or is he - yep he was hiding in the closet???? is this a metaphor??? howdily hoodily. oh damn yeeted him into his closet. they’re not giving bruce banner very good camera angles. we’re only 30 minutes in and he and the vampire are chilling out, being held up by his throat - ohh broody vampire time. bruce no don’t throw him out the window that’s so obviousoh but damn there’s he’s gonna stake him with a pencil ahaha what oh fuck nosferatu time damn all because of a pencil fuck that is not sexy. he looks like a lord of the rings troll. they both look hella nervous that mum’s knocking on the door. he threatened to kill him, offered him a choice for them to forget each other, he said nah, he tried to kill him, he stabbed him with a pencil, then he roared all scary and buggered off. odd. now he’s just sat down and watched some–dracula ahaha he’s watching dracula? now he’s calling him up ahaha staring at him through the window calling him up on the phone. 'you started this - im gonna finish it!’ like calm down vampire man the boy is a dumbass. this is cheesy but like okay. he legit seems like a proper dumbass teenager kid all overexcited and dramatic and learning all he knows from TV oh damn he’s like a school shooter, wife beater kinda kid though. ahah shitting on friday the 13th calm down that’s a good movie. does this peter vincent actually believe in vampires cause this kid is hoping he does - he’s got those brown elbowed jacket how old is this high school aged kid. ejesus what the fuck is that moped holy shit. white sneakers that blue knitwear holy shit what the fuck what the fuck charlie dead eyes, monotone sitting in his bedroom he’s filled with religious paraphernalia, dozens of candles and stacks of wood he’s carving into stakes - his GF and friend come in like yo wtf m8 what is all this - he just shrugs and tells em he’s gonna go next door and stab the neighbour. um what the fuck jesus hes crazy he’s weird friend who can’t act thinks so too and eyy the peter vincent late night show is called 'Fright Night’ and the weird kid just said their situation is just like 'Fright Night’ and guess what this movie is called – this is pretty intense like how am I supposed to be taking this is it funny, is it dramatic? this kid looks like he’s gonna pass out he’s having some sort of episode. 'hey amy, you don’t believe me do you.’ 'i love you charlie.’ hm vincent knows whats up amy and weird kid go to see him to help their crazy friend and he’s like oh yeah that insane kid he needs a psychiatrist yo ahaha gets fired gets an eviction notice refuses to help the kids cause he’s very busy about to get rich she’s like i’ll pay you - how much he asks immediately - she tells him—i’ll take it, no hesitation ahaha we’re not even half in? oh damn vincent is in love with his acting i think his shows used to be a lot more popular and now he’s sad and fading and ey its bruce banner all bedraggled they literally called him up to ask if they could go over with dumbass and prove to him brucey boy is not a vampire he thinks its hilarious like damn just calling up vampires and shit i love it so casual like he’s just a neighbour not all heavy handed but needs a little less cheese but eh who can find a golden middle did he just eat a banana. holy hot damn her outfit - he’s outfit, holy shit vincent is here all in his role dressed as the vampire killer, performing for dumbass - damn the house does look appropriately spooky tho god this kid doesn’t shut up they all just wandering into the vampire’s house - Charlie gets a special greeting and here is ol mate all dramatic in a fucking turtleneck please kill me. he’s eating food again? whoop amy and bruce banner just had a moment she’s so pretty but her hair is so fukn eighties and now he’s kissing her hand and she’s giggling and biting her lip 'oh god, he’s neat!’ he didn’t drink that he totally used a tricky magic trick dunno how but he didn’t drink that. Charlie isn’t wrong - pulled out a cross and Bruce Banner jumped back and his jim carrey lackey stepped forward and Banner is threatening his friends like fuck off - 'so you’re finally convinced im not a vampire?’ *completely insincerely, through his teeth* 'yes.’ oh damn all was well then vincent saw he had no reflection - let’s call the police! broody vampire time oh damn found some glass from the mirror. lol that’s the creepiest alley 'pencil dick’ 'chicken shit’ nice. ahaha weird kid giving him shit 'fruitcake’ i hope he leaves him alone like surely its in his best interest to leave the guys who are convinced he’s not a vampire to live? the way he’s dragging amy around is pretty messed. it doesn’t make sense for the weird kid to die. like he doesn’t believe mate is a vampire. but now he will so? that trenchcoat is horrific the shoulders are like double his width he’s just slow walking toward him while weird kid is scrambling about tripping over rubbish but now he’s trappeeddddd #leaveweirdkidalone  oh damn nvm he’s bruce banner’s redfield and he’s going under the trenchcoat, pressed to banner’s chest. we’re only halfway through where is this all going. oh ahaha they’re doing the lets run as fast as we can and ol mate keeps strolling out in front of us and now they’re in a bar oh god now he’s calling the police. whoop oh damn weird kid’s a vampire ahahahahahahaha oh shit leather jacket fucked up hair jerky movements - oh damn just took a cross to the face - can still cry human tears sweating like crazy, yellow eyes, crosses fuck em up and out the window he go ahaha lol he’s calling the cops a fucking gain god he’s so rough with her now bruce banner s in the club god he’s really not that attractive like at all - he’s got a good brow and hair but that’s it. he’s not intimidating, he doesn’t stand out holy fuck that lady in red - the platinum blonde. just strolling closer and closer, left to right right to left and dumbass is just on the phone and Amy is like hell yeah licking her lips his lower jaw is like broken the way it moves. He didn’t have to touch her for her to stop she’s in a daze under his spell and he knows she can’t escape it, rubbing her hand on his ass lol what the fuck putting his on her’s oh he pulled back her collar and went to bite and she jerked back but not in a scared more like a fuck off now what you thinkin boii challenge eyes uh oh both of their collarbones are exposed and my god she’s tiny and making out with his chest and what the fuck oh just on her knees thought she was going down on him in the middle of the club dumbass is all upset that the girl he’s been dragging around and leading on and treating badly is chilling in the arms of a vampire who, if nothing else, is indeed more handsome than dumbass but at the same time he’s a vampire and I think Amy is in highschool so that makes her what?? oh fuck bruce banner killed the two black bouncers in front of the whole club now there’s chaooooos people screaming  amy and charlie separated in the crowd, bruce banner scoops her up 'AAAAMYYYY’ stretches a hand out dramatically toward her damn weird kid got weirder ahaha what is happening this is actually really great. god he’s whiny. it’s so good. people are fucking calling the police left right and now dumbass has finally figured they won’t believe him or help him. oh lil mate peter vincent is like a proper good actor where did they get him amongst these screaming children. 'amy is gonna die, me too probably’ lol this writing oh damn she wakes on a fur blanket in front of a fire in a white dress that permed hair is so fucked there’s paintings of pretty ladies all around and one of them is blonde amy and there he is with his shirt unbuttoned pants buckled up to the navel like damn, dark hair all ruffled - hs head is too big for his shoulders ew what is this kiss she’s shaking with fear, he is like almost crying for some reason and now she’s okay and taking her titties out and coming after him  and here’s some weird slow kissing and damn he bit her damn wouldn’t you fuck first? fkn charlie in his professor jacket snooping about in the shadows with a big ugly gold cross on that house is perfectly spooky holy shit peter scared the fuck outta me damn he got a box of 'props’ which will actually work, got a gun to take care of billy or whatever, his human buddy they wanna sneak in but the front door opened for them oh damn don’t let anything happen to peter he’s precious. it’s like reading a teen adventure story - good simple but memorable characters, good story with lots going on, not deep or thought-inducing just a fun time  now here’s bruce 'welcome to Fright Night’ all chill just standing there in like a priest’s shirt? no bruce leave vincent alone. oh what the fuck making a weird moaning noise as he backs away from the cross - #leavevincentalone oh fuck weird kid is terrifying  wtf now he’s a wolf demon wolf ruff ruff puppyy oh shit he stabbed the puppy and it yeeted over the banister hit the chandelier and holy fuck that is the worst puppeteering attempt or whatever the fuck they’re going for ever - its a plush toy twitching out and now ewwwww what the fuck is that i thought vampires were vampires not like weird wolf gremlin things - its slowly dying with this stake in it, all thin fingers, whines, and cries holy shit this is taking a while. vincent is crying and holy shit its just weird kid crying with a big table leg in him and now he’s dead holy shit and the cross mark healed and he’s naked. bruce is oh fuck Amy is a vampire —“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!’ the drama. can you imagine walking into someone’s house and there’s a naked dead kid with a table-leg through his chest on the foyer floor. the house is pouring out dry ice and green lazer lights and vincent is back my brave boy, with a table-leg and a box all ready to fight. dumbass is struggling to cry over his girl. AMy is turning, I think bruce is making her a coffin. what here we go - everything is as it was in the movies like all the stereotypical shit so now they’re gotta kill Bruce before sunrise so she doesn’t fully turn. monotone - 'stop or i’ll shoot. don’t force me to shoot’ *shoots billy boy in the fkn head* orange eyes man whats with the weird groans and noises when flinching back from the crosses looks like billy boy aint dead after all holy shit blood everywhere yeah just keep shooting im sure that will help oh damn he the terminator - nope he a zombie fuck run don’t ust holy shit he staked him i thought vincent was gonna die he’s dripping green slime he’s got the ebola what the fuck ohmygod ohmygodholyfuckjesus christchrist fuck my god. well that was terrifying. move aside indiana jones . peter ahahah 'eeehhh’ of bruce chillin outside the window. he uses like fifty different voices and accents 'show me how much you love me amy, kill them both. rraaaargghhhh! *elbows a fkn wall* oh damn at least her gross perm is gone. rarrrrgh! *nervous cross and slow back out of the door* jesus what the fuck his bottom jaw is even worse now he just fkn crashed through the pretty round window.  that jacket damn i hate it so much. oh damn is that the sun? looks like the night is done dumbass and he believes he believes and damn that’s a lot of clocks chiming 6am i think it’s 6am. im sorry what the fuck was that did he just get sniped wat the fuck its a gremlin bat oh my god with fangs and shit its scratching him up oh no it bit dumbass what a shame and ohh he burning in green flame in the light of the sun but he fucked off to the basement where he gone vincent’s cut is gone and dumbass doesn’t seem too worried about his bitten arm. whoop it’s amy all wild hair and long white dress orange eyes, smoky lids, big ass fangs and red lips oh damn what the fucking shit 'it’s not my fault you promised you wouldnt let him get me you promised’ she cries then spins around and its actual fear in his eyes as he screams at the sight of her heavily fanged mouth that reaches from one side of her face to the other jesus cchrist that mouth is terrifying i really am not a fan damn yikes man run ew oh no everyone is in trouble, he is hammering that shit fuck everyone is all kinds of messed up these vampires would have them killed in a second this whole sunlight thing is bull - just cause his face is in the light doesn’t mean you can’t get their legs lol come on the disco-balls are shining and ol mate finally decides to try use his outfit - peter closed his coffin and now he’s trapped i kinda want one of them to die oh damn nvm green flame he went shooting and flying back with the force of that sunlight i think he’s dead 'reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee’ damn what the hell is that skeleton 'AAAAAAMYYYYY’ he cried as he died like what some stories need more depth beyond hey i got a picture of someone who looks exactly like you, imma bite you cause now we’re in love, hey kill your ex to prove you love me, i love you and now im dead . oh god worst part is amy’s hair is back in that perm how the fuck. 'we’ve been going in a circle! we’re right back where we started from’ is the opening to the next scene which is dumbass and amy making out in his room - that’s fkn sick, again 'Fright Night’ is back on with ol mate peter vincent. oh no peter vincent on about aliens wait what was that red eyes in the window is ol mate still alive perhaps ew amy deserves better  but hey what the fuck weird kid survived?? oh he removed the stake damn ahaha. what a movie that was a pretty fun time = 3.5/5

18.

Amilia “Millz”

“Is it just me or do I sense a lot of negative energy?” I asked Darnell before snickering.

If I had a dollar for every dirty look I got tonight I would be richer than what I already am. These bitches were mad as fuck and it had me laughing because they came here knowing this was my party. Darnell had flyers and shit made, had the shit on Facebook and Instagram that this was my welcome home party so anybody that’s here knows this night is dedicated to me. Why the fuck is you here if I bother you so much? Haters are funny as hell, can’t stand my ass but had to come out to see me. Shit is weird.

“Nah I feel it too. This is sad Millz, this many people shouldn’t dislike you.”

“They don’t, they’re jealous of me. It’s a big difference; they think I’m going to take their niggas or something.” One would think I had a reputation of being a hoe with how bothered these bitches act.

I’ve never been anybody’s side chick; I’ve never fucked or stole anybody’s man but if I wanted to I could. I know it, their niggas know it and they know it too which is why they can’t stand my ass. If I wasn’t so tickled by the hate I would make it known to these bitches that they had nothing to worry about. The last thing I want to do is share a nigga so I’m the least of their concerns. I don’t want dick that’s already taken by the next bitch.

“She can’t help it if these hoes are insecure. Let them hate, they can’t beat her so fuck it.” Imani said before shrugging.

“I love the grown up Imani so much.” I chuckled. Imani has changed so much and I love every bit of it. Long gone was the girl who let people talk to her any type of way. If you come at her be prepared to get told the fuck off or hit if you push it. I give the credit to NuNu and Kason in all honesty, they brought out a different side of her and I was here for it. My baby cousin wasn’t a baby anymore and I was so proud of the woman she was becoming. She wasn’t playing with these hoes out here.

“True but she has no friends.” Darnell said making me laugh.

“What happened to that one girl, what was her name again? Is it Raina or something like that?” NuNu asked me.

“Her name is Raven and she can kiss my ass. As soon as I moved she tried to fuck Cameron thinking he wasn’t going to let me know.” I answered her.

About a month after I made the move to Virginia, Cameron called me one night telling me about how Raven called him over to her house claiming she had some things that belonged to me. When he got there bitch had on lingerie and tried to fuck him but he turned her ass down. I wish I could say I was shocked but I wasn’t. Raven is a ho, she’s always been a ho. I just never thought she would cross me but fuck it, people fuck up and do shit like that. I called her and cussed her ass out and I haven’t spoken to her since. Last time I heard anything about her was from Facebook. Funniest thing is she’s supposedly best friends with that bitch Bianca. From what I heard she’s even the God mother to Bianca’s daughter.

I wasn’t even mad when I found out about that shit, I actually found it funny. That shit didn’t do anything but make me realize I’m right when I keep bitches at a distance. They’re all fake as fuck: if you’re not my family I’m not fuckin’ with you like that.

“Damn, that’s fucked up. You didn’t slap her?”

“I haven’t seen her. I’m not about to go looking for the hoe but I’ll see her at some point. Fuck that though, we’re about to turn up.” I grabbed an unopened bottle of Rose then stood up. “Who the hell are all of these people, I don’t even know them.” I asked Darnell looking around the section.

“Vick invited people from the shop. You’re good with that?”

“Yeah it’s fine; as long as they don’t bother me we’re good.”

“There goes Dro. He is so damn fine,” Imani said and I looked at her with my eyebrow raised.

“Let Kason hear you say that.”

“He won’t that’s why I said it over here.”

“Mhm yeah you better keep it down. Who the hell is Dro anyway?”

“He’s the one talking to Vick.” NuNu pointed over at Vick and the rest of the guys. “The one with the beard and white shirt.” When my eyes landed on who she was talking about I had to make myself turn my head so I wouldn’t stare at him. This Dro nigga is fine as shit; the same height as Vick, I couldn’t tell what his complexion was but I know he wasn’t chocolate and he wasn’t light bright. He looked to be somewhere in the middle. Through the shirt he was wearing I could tell the nigga probably spent a good amount of time in the gym.

“Damn, where the fuck was he at four years ago?”

“In New York,” Darnell laughed at me. “He moved here not too long after you left; got hooked up with Vick and them now he works at the shop doing tattoos and he handles things from time to time if you get me.”

“I got you,” I nodded. I knew exactly what that meant, this nigga killed people for the cartel. “Well he looks damn good from over here. I’m about to go see if he looks that good up close.” I gave them a smile before walking over to where he and Vick were standing.  “Hey,” I poked Vick’s arm and both of them looked at me.

“Damn,” Dro said while looking me up and down. I chuckled at his outburst, nigga has no shame. I like it.

“Aye nigga chill, this is my cousin.” Vick told him.

“Oh so this is Millz? I heard a lot about you ma, it’s nice to put a face with a name.” He smirked at me then held his hand out. “I’m Dro,”

“Nice to meet you too,” I smiled shaking his hand. Standing right by him I could smell the cologne coming off of him and the shit had my knees ready to go weak. It’s nothing better than a man who smells as good as he looks.

“You know what; I’m going to walk away because I’m not here this awkward shit.” Vick shook his head then walked off.

“I’m not even going to bite my tongue, you’re rocking the fuck outta that dress.” Dro told me.

“Thank you.” I popped the bottle of Rose I was holding open then took a swig while he watched me licking his lips. I couldn’t help but find it funny and a little bit intriguing. I’ve never had a nigga be so forward before right off the bat. Usually they play nice and innocent on some I wanna be your friend shit, then try to go in for the kill and fail every time.

“You might as well take a picture of me so you can get your rocks off or something because you’re staring mighty hard right now.”  I said making him chuckle.

“Do you always say the first thing that comes to your mind?”

“Uh, yeah pretty much. No need in biting my tongue when I really don’t give a fuck.” I shrugged then walked off. I knew it seemed rude but i did that to confuse his ass. If he’s smart he’ll be looking for me. After walking away from him I went over to where Haze was so I could get a blunt from him. If anybody had something it was him. When I got to him I was happy to see Lock sitting right next to him. Good, I could kill two birds with one stone.

“Yo, Haze let me get a blunt.” I shook his shoulder making sure he was looking at me.

“Fuck makes you think I got a blunt for you?” He smiled at me.

“I know you my nigga that’s why. For real let me get a blunt Oh and Lock I’m happy to see you too, let me see your keys.”

“My keys?” Lock looked at me like I was crazy. “Fuck you need my keys for?”

“I want to smoke and I’m going to go in your office. I damn sure wasn’t about to smoke outside so a dumb ass cop can get stupid. I really don’t feel like turning into a black lives matter moment, so let me get your keys.”

“Yo what the fuck?” He laughed at me; I don’t even know what was funny. I was dead ass serious. An attitude like mine doesn’t mix well with NYPD.

“Come on I’m dead ass and don’t tell me to smoke in here. It’s too many aye let pass that ass niggas around.”

“I can’t take you Millz, glad to have you baby girl.” He went in his pocket and gave me his office keys.

“Thank you, I missed your black ass too. Haze, blunt please. Stop playing.” Shaking his head he went in his pocket and gave me a Bluntville pack.

“Here get out my face,”

“Love you too.” I blew them a kiss then made my way up to Lock’s office. Once I got inside I shut the door then sat in the chair behind his desk sitting everything I had in my arms on top it. I sat there rolling myself a blunt just getting lost in my thoughts.

Here I was at this welcome home party in a city that has pretty much fucked me over for the most part. Somebody had my father killed and I have no idea who. After the situation with my mother it really had me thinking about everything that happened. I couldn’t help but feel like I was stuck in an episode of Power. The night my father was murdered those niggas left with nothing but the fact that they got my dad and uncle out of the picture. Yeah that’s some big shit considering who they were but they really didn’t get shit done because the business kept going and has never slowed down.

That tells me whoever was behind my father’s murder had to be after something else. Why would getting him out the way be so important if it didn’t shut down his business? I vividly remember them looking for my money and demanding money from my dad. I also remember my father getting my prepared for that shit to happen.

This man came in my room three o’clock in the morning to show me this room and what to do once I was in.

Winter 2006

“Amil get up,” I heard my dad say before feeling him shake my shoulder. “Get up, right now.” He pulled the covers off me then went and turned my light on.

Sucking my teeth I sat up then looked at my alarm clock that red 3:12 A.M. “It’s 3 in the morning, what are you doing?”

“Don’t question me aight, just get up and come on.” I climbed off my bed then stretched.

“Where are we going? Where’s mama?”

“I don’t know and I don’t give a fuck. Don’t tell her about what I’m showing you alright. She doesn’t know and she’s not going to know.”

“Why not?”

“Didn’t I just say don’t question me? Come on.” We walked down the hall from my room to a book case. He lifted the thermostat that was right next to it and punched in a code.

After putting in the last number the book case split revealing a room that was set up like a little den. It had a refrigerator and a couch. On one side of the room there were multiple screens on the wall showing every room in our house. The only rooms that didn’t have cameras were my bedroom and bathroom. There was a camera showing the outside of my windows I figured must be so he could see if somebody was climbing in my window.

“What the hell is this? Fort Knox?”

“Watch your mouth.”

“For real though what is this and why are you showing this to me right now?”

“This is a panic room; I had it built in here for you. Sit down because we need to talk.” I sat on the couch while he put in a code on the keypad that made the case close. He came over and sat next to me. “What do you think I do for a living Amil? Don’t worry about getting in trouble or anything else. What do you think I do for a living?”

I looked in his eyes to see if he was serious and he was. My dad has never had a conversation with me about what he does for a living. Anytime anybody ever asked me what he did I just said he owned a business. I never got specific; I always gave them that simple answer. For me I didn’t feel like what he does for a living was any of their business. If my dad isn’t talking to me about it why would I go and take that to somebody else?

As far as for what I thought he did, I’m not dumb I know he sells drugs. I figured that out when I was eight years old. One day I was outside the projects I lived in with my mother and I heard some niggas talking about him. They were calling him Dice, the only reason I knew it was him is because they said Dice is Keisha’s baby daddy. My mama is Keisha and I’m her only child so duh, they were talking about him.

Anyway, they were saying how he had the city on lock, talking about how people feared him. Add that to the fact that my dad had a lot of money, was always at work but I’ve never heard him say what his job was and where. He would just he’s going to work or he was going to handle something. I watched all those movies like State Property, Paid in Full, Belly, and my dad and his brothers had a lot in common with some of those characters and the shit they did.

“You sell drugs.”

“That’s what you think?”

“Yes,”

“Well baby girl you’re right, that’s what I do for a living. I do it because our family needed money and that’s what got it for me. In doing this shit I make a lot of enemies and some of those enemies will try to go for things that are close to me.”

“Are you trying to say somebody is after me?”

“No, what I’m saying is if anything were to happen to me I don’t want you stuck in the crossfire. I want you to get up come to this room and wait until shit is done and over with.”

“Dad I’m confused, are you saying something is going to happen to you?”

“There’s a possibility that it could. Don’t start crying,” He wiped the tears that fell down my face. “I know you don’t want to hear this shit and trust me I hate talking to you about it but I have to be honest with you.”

“I still don’t get it though, you come and tell me this out of nowhere. What the hell?”’

“There was never going to be a right time Amil but you have to know this because I don’t want anything happening to you. Now dry your eyes and get up so I can tell you everything you need to know about saving your life.” I wiped my face then stood up.

That night he told me to pack a bag of clothes, gave me the code to both key pads then told me where there would be a set of keys in the chimney downstairs. He bought an old used car and parked it in the garage. He wanted me to get the keys from the chimney then leave as fast as possible and get to one of my uncles.

 I was only 15 so I didn’t have a license but my dad started teaching me how to drive when I was 13 so driving wasn’t an issue for me. When he was telling me and teaching me all of that it never dawned on me that I would need all of that shit a couple of weeks later.

Being back up here was a bittersweet thing. I love it because my family is here and it’s home for me but it’s bitter because I’ve experienced every painful part of my life here. I was determined to not let that hurt hold me back. My father is gone, my mother and that bitch boy she put me out for is gone too. I’m ready to move the fuck on and just live my life the best that I could. My focus is on my kids and my business. Anything extra is going to be put on the back burner.

“You good?” A voice knocked me from my thoughts making me jump a little bit. Looking up I sucked my teeth when I saw Trouble standing there.

“Yeah I’m fine, what are you doing in here?”

“I saw you come up here so I wanted to see what’s up with you. You igged my ass when you came in.”

“That was for a reason. You don’t even need to be up here, you got your bitch with you and I will really hurt that bitch if she comes at me. So please, just leave me alone.”

“This is different. If I recall this isn’t the first time you had a problem with a girlfriend of mine. When it was Bianca you never stopped talking to me.”

“Yeah well I didn’t care about fighting every other day back then. I have children now; I don’t have time to be out here fighting over stupid shit which is what’s going to happen if your girl comes at me. So I’m going to say it again. Please leave.”

“Aight man, what the fuck is your problem Millz?” He barked at me.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, what the fuck is your issue? Even before that Thanksgiving shit with Nicki you were giving me the cold shoulder like I did something to you.”

“Nigga you did.”

“Oh really what the fuck did I do to you? Last time I checked you told me to be with Nicki and you’re the one who moved away. The fuck did I do?”

“I did tell you that and you know damn well I didn’t fuckin’ mean it but you went and did it anyway. That was partly my fault, I can admit that. You need to take responsibility for what the fuck you did too though. You don’t want to be with that bitch you were just mad and did that bullshit because you were in your feelings and you knew it would get to me. You got what you wanted; it did get to me so now it’s fuck you.”

“Fuck me?”

“Yes, fuck you nigga fuck you; understand that? I don’t feel like dealing with the bullshit Trouble and that’s what comes with being with you. If it’s not Bianca it’s this bitch, it’s always going to be somebody. You’re no fuckin’ different from my baby father. For all that I might as well be with the nigga that knocked my ass up.”

“Your problems with Bianca don’t have shit to do with me though. Y’all would’ve had beef anyway because she got a baby by the same nigga you got kids by. That’s not my problem; the bitch was cheating on me. I never cheated on her so how the fuck am I anything like that nigga?”

“You play game just like he does. We were not together so if you wanted to fuck with shorty you had the right to do that but my question is and always been why didn’t you tell me about her? You felt the need to explain who the fuck I was to her but I couldn’t get the same respect, why?”

“It wasn’t even like that for real. I didn’t go out of my way to not tell you.”

“I can’t tell; I went from seeing you every day to only talking to you through test messages which is crazy because I was living in your house. You were avoiding me because you were fuckin’ with her then because I said something while I was in my feelings you went in jumped into a relationship with her right after you said it was nothing like that. You move funny my nigga.”

“I move funny?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Yes you move funny; I should’ve realized that when you were chasing my ass all the while you had a damn girlfriend. I don’t care about how much you really didn’t want to be with her, the fact of the matter was you were claiming her. Like I said, you move funny.”

“Millz we both played a part in shit aight; it wasn’t only on me and it wasn’t just on you. We both did some stupid shit. Just like I didn’t have to get with Nicki you didn’t have to tell me to do the shit ten times either if you didn’t mean it.”

“It doesn’t even matter Trouble. You’re with her now and I don’t want any parts in the drama that will come out of even thinking about going and doing something with you. I’m good on that. If you want to be cool and cordial fine we can do that but don’t come at me any type of way. Don’t be staring at me and shit, none of that. Treat me the same way you treat Darnell and Imani.”

He looked at skeptically for a second then nodded his head. “That’s cool with me.”

“Good. Now are you done in here?”

“Nah I have one more question.”

“What Trouble?”

“Have you been to see your mother?”

“Nope; I don’t plan on going and I don’t feel like talking about that.” I answered him keeping my answer pretty damn short. I’ve never went to go visit my mother’s grave and I’m never going to go. The only reason she was even buried is because I allowed her to be buried.

After my uncle ended her life they dumped her body somewhere and she was found a couple of weeks later. Of course when it came down to the police I had to put on the sad devastated daughter role and act like I gave a fuck and was shocked. I wanted to cremate her ass and toss her ashes somewhere but there are people from her family that cared about her so they could have that grave shit. I wasn’t going out to see that bitch and if I did I would probably spit on her tombstone so it’s best if I keep my distance.

After handling all of her funeral shit I ended up getting in touch with my father’s old attorney and got all my money. Well the shit she couldn’t touch and get rid of. I ended up getting almost $3,000,000 dollars of my father’s money and $20,000 from my mother’s life insurance policy. That I just gave to my maternal grandmother so she wouldn’t be calling me asking me for a damn thing.

Besides Shante I wasn’t in touch with any of my mother’s family because my father didn’t want me around them. Even after he died they didn’t make an effort to reach out to me so fuck them. Anything to do with my mother was a closed chapter in a book I wasn’t reading from anymore. The shit was over and done with, I don’t even like thinking about the shit.

“Alright I just wanted to know where your head was at pertaining to that situation.”

“It’s nowhere because that whole situation is irrelevant.”

“Alright, well I’m about to get out of here before Nicki starts trippin’. I’ll see you around Millz.”

“I’m sure you will.” He smirked at me then walked out of the office. I was about to roll another blunt since Trouble came in here blowing my buzz. As I was breaking the weed down there was another knock on the door.

“Damn, niggas really annoying today. What! “I shouted. The door opened and Dro walked in then closed it behind him. “I don’t remember saying come in.”

“You didn’t have to; I just wanted to see what you were doing.”

“Alright, well you see what I’m doing. Do you have any more questions” I eyed him with a smirk on my face. Dro is fine as hell and it’s that grown man fine. He’s not a little ass boy and he had this ruggedness about him that had me intrigued.

“What’s the deal with you and Trouble? Y’all fuck around?”

Instead of answering him right away I just started laughing because that was funny as shit to me. This nigga really asked me that out the blue without a fuck; I love it. “How is that your business?”

“It’s not but I like to know what I’m getting myself into.”

“Oh and what would you be getting into because all of this,” I pointed to myself, “is of limits.”

“You have a man?”

“No I don’t have a man, and I don’t fuck with Trouble. Is that all you needed to know?”

“What’s the deal with your baby father?”

“Alright you’re getting too personal, I barely know you. How about this, don’t worry about my business because it doesn’t concern you my nigga.”

“You’re taking all of this wrong.”

“No I think I’m taking it right. You’re too much in my business and right now you’re really blowing my shit so if you could leave.” I told him before turning my eyes towards the large windows around the office that gave of complete view of the club.

I was about to turn my head and focus on my blunt when Darnell looking as if she was yelling at somebody caught my eyes. I dropped everything in my hands and walked over to the window to get a second look. When I saw her arguing with Raven I snatched Lock’s keys and headed towards the door.

“Let’s go I need to lock this door, don’t say shit to me just get out.” I said to Dro.

Chuckling he shook his head and walked out the office. I don’t know what the fuck was funny; I see he got that ass out. I locked the office door then made my way downstairs to the main floor and was about to head towards the section when I saw a crowd of people rushing towards the exit. Quickly I glanced around to see if I saw my cousins but I didn’t. Not seeing any of them let me know exactly what was going on. Darnell was outside about to kill this bitch.

Imani

“You ready for graduation?” NuNu asked me while we sat in Kason’s car smoking a blunt.

I remember a time when I wouldn’t even touch a blunt; all of that went out the window after the first time Kason finally got me to try smoking with him. I started out smoking every once in the blue moon to smoking on the regular basis when NuNu and I moved into our own apartment. My brother would either leave weed at the house or she would just take some from his place when she spent the night there. Between her and Kason’s pothead ass I got caught up in it. Smoking has become a big part of my daily routine.

“Hell yeah, I don’t want anything but fun the next two months. I already know when school starts all my fun is going to come to a stop.”

NuNu and I were both about to graduate from Saint Peters and I couldn’t be happy to be free from school. The only thing is that freedom isn’t going to last long because I’m starting Robert Wood Johnson Medical School in Piscataway, New Jersey in July. In August NuNu is going to be starting at Seton Hall University School of Law in Newark.

“You’re right about that and I told Haze that shit too. I’m not staying in the house I’m going nuts this whole summer so he better prepare himself to see my ass in a club every weekend.”

“Yeah we’ll see how he takes that shit.”

“I don’t give a damn how he takes I’m doing what I want. I’m nervous about law school though.”

“Why?”

“I’m not exactly the law school type. I mean college was one thing but I don’t know if I’m going to be a good fit at Seton Hall.”

“You’re going to do fine, it’s not like you’re on some extra shit. You’re just out spoken; it’s nothing wrong with it. At least you know exactly what you’re going to do I don’t even know what I want to specialize in yet.” NuNu had her mind made up about becoming a criminal lawyer, she already knew she was going to take the bar exam in New York and New Jersey.  

I am nowhere near prepared for what I want to do. Initially I wanted to be a pediatrician and work with kids but my step-mother got me hooked on Grey’s Anatomy and now I was strongly considering becoming a surgeon. I know it sounds petty to pick your career because of a TV show but oh well. I’m just happy I have two years of school to go through before I had to worry about choosing my specialty.

“I know but it’s still nerve wrecking. I’m excited though too, I’m going to be a fuckin’ lawyer. Noelle Hernandez, Esquire. I like the way that sounds.” She cheesed.

“It might be Noelle Diamond if my brother acts right.”

“Oh please I’m not thinking about marriage right now and neither is he. My focus is school and my career, the nigga is lucky he’s my boyfriend. What about you and Kason? If anything y’all are headed down the aisle soon.”

“No we’re not; I want to finish school too. Maybe after medical school but right now I’m not thinking about it that. Same damn reason I told him no when he asked me to move in and why I won’t be moving in any time soon.”

“Does he know that? I heard him tell Haze and them you were moving in with him.”

“When was this?”

“On Wednesday, you know they play cards at Haze’s house every week.”

“I don’t know why he told them that because I told him no when he asked me. I told him no three times actually.”

A couple of months ago Kason asked me to move in with him and I instantly said no. I didn’t say I would think about it or anything like that, I made sure he understood it wasn’t happening. He asked me two more times after that the last time being two weeks ago and again I told him no. I don’t know why he’s telling his friends and my family I’m moving in because I’m not.

“Well he feels like your ass is moving in.”

“I’m not so I hope he doesn’t get his hopes too high because that’s not going down.”

“Why don’t you want to live with him though?”

“I like having my own space. I’m damn near alone, you’re always at my brother’s house. Move in already bitch.”

“About that,” She smiled at me. “I was going to tell you at our graduation party, Haze asked me to move in with him and I said yeah.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you’re not mad are you?”

“Nope, your room is about to become my second closet. Why were you going to wait? I wasn’t going to be mad or anything.”

“I know you weren’t, I was going to have it be a surprise because we’re moving into a new house. I wasn’t going to leave my apartment to move into his condo, that’s dumb.”

“So y’all are getting a house together?”

“Yeah, we found a house in Elizabeth. Millz moved her ass back up here right on time, I’ll tell you that much.”

“Well I’m happy for y’all, and I hope y’all stay happy with living together but I’m not on that wave yet. I like how things are right now and I’m not trying to change that for anybody.”

“I feel you, y’all will figure it ou-oh shit is that Darnell fighting?” NuNu pointed out her window and over to the entrance of the club. I looked over and it was Darnell out there literally dog walking some girl in the middle of the street.

“That is her, what the fuck is going on?” We made sure the blunt was put out then we got out the car and ran across the street just as Xavier, Vick and Trouble were breaking up the fight. “What the fuck happened Darnell?” I asked once I got over to where she was. Xavier had her arms pinned down to her side and had just got finished yelling for her to calm down.

“Xavier let my arms go I’m not going to touch the bitch again damn!” Darnell snapped at him.

“I got her X, don’t worry about it.” I grabbed Darnell’s arm and pulled her to the side while the guys tried to make the crowd that followed them outside disperse.

“What the fuck happened D?”

“We were in the section and Raven got in and walked up talking about she came here to see Millz but I told her to get out. The bitch felt Froggy and spit at me so I fucked her up. I dragged that hoe from inside the club to out here.”

“What the fuck is she looking for Millz for? That’s going to be an ass whooping for her. The fuck is the point?” I asked nobody in particular. It was more of a rhetorical question if anything. “They better get her the fuck out of here before Millz comes out and sees her here.”

“They made the bitch leave,” NuNu walked up and said just as Millz was coming out the club looking around.

“Millz!” Darnell shouted her name getting her attention. When she got over to us she had a confused look on her face.

“What the fuck just happened?”

“Raven’s hoe ass spit at me so she got drug. The bitch is lucky I didn’t have my razor on me, whole face would’ve been sliced up. I’m at Nicki’s head too.”

“Why? What did she do?” Millz asked.

“She tried to hit me while I was fighting Raven, I saw her ass and I’m stinging that bitch on sight.”

“Why would she swing on you? That bitch really doesn’t give a fuck about her life at all.” Millz shook her head. “This is why I didn’t want a damn party; I knew some bullshit was going to happen. Are we done here? I’m ready to go home.”

“Where are you staying at Millz?” I questioned.

“I’m back in Jersey City, I’m downtown though. You know where Windsor Liberty Houses are?” She asked talking about a luxury apartment complex that was literally a few blocks away from my apartment building.

“You’re like ten minutes away from me if that much. NuNu and I have an apartment at Liberty Towers. That’s crazy.”

“No what’s crazy is you having an apartment there, damn. You know how much they charge for people to live there?”

“Well my dad doesn’t have a problem paying it as long as my ass stays in school. Your rent isn’t cheap either. I’m surprised you even moved in Jersey City period.”

“I know right. My father busted his ass to get out of there and here I am going back. I’m not worried about the money though because I don’t pay the rent so whatever.”

“So who pays it?” NuNu asked her. Before she could even say it I knew exactly what was about to come out her mouth.

“Hold up, Prophet paying for it?” I questioned and she chuckled. “I knew it; doesn’t his ass live there too?”

“Alright he is paying it but that was his choice to do that. He does live around there too but he’s way on the other side and he’s giving me my space.”

“Mhm he wants you there so he can watch that ass.”

“Cameron has a girlfriend so he better not be watching anything over here.”

“He has a what?” Darnell looked at her shocked. I was shocked too because I didn’t hear shit about Prophet having a girlfriend. Being that he lives so close I see him from time to time but it’s never been with a bitch he wasn’t selling so I was shocked too.

“He has a girlfriend, and yes I met her before. He brought her down to Virginia a couple of times so yes she’s met Dyce and Darius. No I don’t have a problem with the chick. She’s in grad school, owns her own business and she’s nice as hell. Too nice for that nigga but that’s between them.”

“You’re alright with her being around your kids? Damn, you really have grown up.” I told her. Moving to Virginia must’ve really changed my cousin because had this been three years ago she would’ve slapped Prophet for even thinking about bringing a girl around her.

“Things and people change besides he’s no longer mine so I can’t be mad. I left his ass; somebody was going to pick him up at some point. I just need to go the hell home. I don’t feel like riding with you Darnell because I already know Xavier is going to be on your ass for fighting anyway.”

“You can ride with me and Kason since you’re so close to me. This one,” I pointed to NuNu, “is riding with Haze and going with him so we have room.”

“I’m ready to go now so go get Kason’s black Jesus looking ass and let’s go.” I waved her off but walked away to find Kason. I walked around for ten minutes looking for him then finally found him mixed in the crowd outside talking to some girl. Initially I didn’t think much of it because I know he’s not stupid enough to try me, especially not in public but when I saw the barely there outfit the girl had on and her hands on his arms along with the big kool-aid smile on her face I walked over and tapped his shoulder.

When he looked behind him and saw me he smirked then kissed me on the lips. “What’s up ma? You ready to go?”

“Mhm we have to drop Millz off before we get to my place. Who is this?”

“I’m Heaven, we grew up together.” The girl answered me before he could. I looked at him with an eyebrow raised because now that’s she’s said her name I know exactly who she was. Heaven is a girl he’s known since grammar school and they were best friends until they lost their virginity to each other and started dating. It didn’t work out because he cheated on her and they broke up during high school.

“Oh so you’re Heaven, okay.” I nodded my head.

“Yeah that’s me, you must be his girlfriend Emily?” She asked with a smile on her face. I laughed because I knew she got my name wrong on person.

“Imani, but I’m sure you knew that. Kason we need to go.” I said keeping my eyes on him. Without saying a word I dared him to take his time and say bye to her ass.

“Aight come on,” He grabbed my hand and started to walk off but Heaven grabbed his arm.

“I can’t get a see you later or anything?” She asked him.

“No because you won’t be seeing him later. You can let him go though.” I told her before he could say anything.

“I don’t believe I was talking to you.”

“No you weren’t but I was talking to you. Thank you,”

“Chill,” Kason told me before snatching his arm from her grasp. “Come on,” When we walked off he squeezed my hand and looked at me. “What I tell you about sweating these bitches?”

“I’m not sweating a damn thing, but I didn’t like her being all over you; smiling hard as hell showing all 32 of her teeth.” I rolled my eyes.  “Why were y’all even talking?”

“She came over to me and started running her mouth. Not too much was being talked about anyway. Don’t worry about it aight.”

“Uh huh, I better not have to worry about it. I don’t like the drama stuff Kason you know that,”

“I do and you know I’m not about to fuck around on you so relax.”

We found Millz and everybody else and said our byes before leaving. After dropping Millz off at her place we went to mine.

“Hey Henry,” I waved at the concierge that worked the front desk at night before heading to the elevators with Kason right behind me. When we got up to my apartment I went straight to the bathroom and took a shower before joining Kason in the living room.

“So you’re not trying to move in with me for real huh?’ He asked as soon as I sat down.

“Where did that come from?”

“I know NuNu told you what I said at your brother’s house. Don’t try and act like she didn’t.”

“Alright she did and now that you bring it up, why did you tell them that?”

“What’s the big deal about us living together?”

“It’s no big deal you just make it one. I don’t want to live with you yet. I don’t think I’m ready for that step.”

“We’ve been together four years Imani. You’re acting like I just met you last month or something.”

“I need all my focus to be on school. I can’t do that with you living with me.”

“So you want me to wait four years to live with my woman?” He shook his head chuckling. “You got me fucked up.”

“What is the big damn deal about us living together? We’re young as shit, I’m 21 you’re 22, why do we need to live together?”

“I don’t care how old we are, you’re my woman right?”

“Ka-“

“Nah fuck that shit, you’re my woman right?”

“Yes,”

“Alright then, I want to be able to come home and see you there all the damn time. You think I’m about to wait four years for you to graduate for us to move in together?”

“What’s the rush?’

“There is no rush but I’m not about to be doing sleepovers with my girl all the  time. So you need to figure out if you want to move in with me, if I’m moving in here with you or are we looking for a whole new place because this separate shit isn’t going on for too much longer.” He got up and walked towards my bedroom leaving me on the couch by myself. I rolled my eyes but didn’t even go after him because he was irritating me.

I love Kason with all my heart and I know he loves me too but he wanted too much too quick in my eyes. Us living together wouldn’t do shit but complicate things and I don’t want that. Plus I like having my own space especially when he pisses me off. If we get into it, which is rare I can just leave and come home to calm down. If we’re living together there is no escape and that type of things builds resentment.  The last thing I wanted to do was be in a dead ass relationship and start to hate his ass because I’m around him too much. He’s not trying to hear that shit though, he wants us together damn near all the time.

I know I probably sound like a big ass baby whining about my fine ass faithful and paid boyfriend wanting to make things even more official between us but I wasn’t ready for that live in relationship thing yet. It freaks me out and it scares the shit out of me. I don’t want him to get sick of me and go looking for something else in the next bitch.

***

“You gotta quit being scary.” Millz told me while she moved around her living room. I was at her apartment chillin’ with her waiting on Prophet to drop the boys off. It’s been a few months since I’ve seen my little cousins and I couldn’t wait until their bad asses walked in here “I thought you grew out of that when you started cursing like a damn sailor and got a weave.”

“Fuck you,”

“See,” She busted out laughing like what she said was so funny. “I’m sorry but you have changed. Look at you. You always showed off the body a little but damn.” I looked down at my outfit and smiled.

A lot has changed about me over the years. My style choices were way more adult than they used to be plus my attitude has changed a whole hell of a lot. I wasn’t scared to speak my mind anymore and even though I still didn’t fight I knew how to. Kason had my ass in the gym teaching me how to box for a year straight. The only reason he didn’t still have my ass in the gym was I refused to go. Learning how to defend myself was one thing but this nigga was trying to train me like I was in the military and I got sick of it.

“Shut up and I’m not scary I just don’t want us moving too fast.”

“Y’all been together for four years, the fuck do you call fast Imani?” She laughed at me. “Listen, I was where you are before. Cameron wanted me to move in and I never did.”

“Alright so why are you not understanding?”

“I didn’t want to move in because I knew what it was with that nigga. I knew we weren’t going to last so there was no point. You on the other hand have a good man. Kason loves your ass and he wants to be with you. Cameron just wanted me with him so he could monitor what I was doing and mind my business. There is a big difference.”

“I get what you’re saying but still.”

“Still my ass, just think about it some more. He’s not going to get sick of you if he hasn’t already. Hell, you made the nigga wait damn near two years to pop that damn cherry, if he was going to bonk out on you he would’ve been did it.”

“Whatever I’ll think about it. On to you, now that you’re back what do you have planned?”

“Working on my business and raising my kids. That’s about it, what else is there to do?”

“I don’t know, you don’t have any boos or anything?”

“Nah,” She shook her head. “I’m not really too beat for niggas right now.”

“What about Dro? I saw y’all talking at your party.”

“That nigga is an insecure piece of work, I can already tell. The night of my party he was questioning me about other niggas and I don’t have time for that shit.” I was about to ask her what she meant but there was knocking on her door so she walked to the door and opened it. As soon as she did Dyce and Darius came running in.

“Mani!” Darius shouted when he saw me then came running towards me. I got up and hugged him then looked at Dyce who looked like he had an attitude.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“He in trouble.” Darius answered me.

“Dyce!” Millz shouted coming in the living room. “So you go out to eat and can’t act right?” She asked him but he said nothing. “I know you hear me.” Instead of answering her he sucked his teeth then shrugged his shoulders. “I know you didn’t just, hell no.” She went over and grabbed him by his shirt making him go upstairs. I already knew she was about to whoop his ass. Dyce is like a little reincarnation of my uncle, it’s actually kind of scary, he doesn’t give a fuck about anything and he’s only three.

“That little nigga is bad.” I heard Prophet say before he finally came walking in the living room. “What’s up Imani.”

“Hey Prophet; what did he do?”

“I took them to that Hibachi buffet place down 440 to eat and instead of sitting down and eating his food he picked his plate up and threw the shit across the room because I told him he had to wait to get ice cream.”

“Damn, why didn’t you get his ass then?’

“I did, that’s why he had an attitude but he knows not to do that shit with his mother. He just didn’t give a fuck now he’s up there getting that ass whooped.” Prophet chuckled. “D.Caine, I’ll see y’all next weekend aight.” He kissed Darius’ forehead then left.

“So you’re the good one?” I asked Darius.

“Yup.” He smiled at me.

“Mhm either that or you’re the sneaky one.” I chuckled at him. “Take your jacket and stuff off then put it up.” He went and did what I said before going upstairs to his room. When Millz finally came back downstairs she looked pissed off.

“So motherhood isn’t so easy is it?” I laughed at her.

“Shut up Imani, that little boy is too damn much.”

“What did you do to him? I know you’re not using belts yet.”

“No but I pop the shit out of that hand them legs though. I don’t play with those little boys, as soon as their asses turn eight it’s straight body shots. Fuck that belt shit.”

“Why did Prophet call Darius D.Caine?”

“That’s his name.”

“Prophet’s last name is Caine?”

“No nigga, his last name is Thomas. Darius has Cam’s father’s name. Darius Caine Thomas and Dyce Cameron Thomas. He wasn’t about to let me just name them after my dad, he had to throw himself in there. Like the last name isn’t enough.”

“So he calls Dyce D.Cameron?”

“D.Cam,” she shrugged. “That’s their thing I don’t judge it. Forget that though, are you going to move in with Kason or not?”

“I could’ve sworn I told you I would think about it so that’s what I’m doing. Thinking about it.”

“You just better make the right decision. I’m not saying give in and just give him what he wants if it means you’re going to be miserable but don’t hold back because you’re scared he’s going to get sick of you. Are you sure that’s the reason and it’s not about Uncle Nasir cutting you off?”

“Why would he cut me off?”

“He may not cut you off but he won’t be paying rent for you to be living with a grown ass man. Is that what you’re so hesitant about? Kason is far from broke he can afford to get y’all a place.”

“I know that but my dad really has nothing to do with it. Anyway, I’m about to go pick him up anyway and make him go get a haircut.”

“Where’s his car?”

“Parked outside, I drove his car over here. Mine was on some bullshit and he was knocked out so” I shrugged. “ I was going to spend some time with the look alikes but Dyce is in his bad mode and I don’t have time right now.” I got up and grabbed my purse from the floor. “You’re coming to my graduation party right?”

“Depends on what kind of party it’s going to be.”

“Small and at my parents’ house, it’s mostly going to be family and a few friends. And I do mean a few because I don’t have many.”

“Alright, I’ll be there. I already know Trouble’s pet isn’t invited right. I’m already at her for sneaking Darnell so you might not want to have her around.”

“I’m not trying to have you or Darnell get arrested for killing the girl so no, she’s not invited.” I gave Millz a hug then made my way to her front door. “Love you cousin.”

“I know; I love you too. We live up the street from each other I better see you often little girl.”

“Don’t be sweating me now that I’m grown Millz.”

“Oh shut up and get out.” We both laughed then hugged each other one more time before I left. As soon as I got in Kason’s car my phone rang and I knew by the ringtone it was him so I answered. “Hello?”

“Where you at with my damn car?” He asked sounding irritated.

“I just left Millz’ house I’m on my way back there. I hope you’re dressed because you need a haircut and your hair retwisted. I’m tired of staring at your naps, you’re getting that stuff done today.”

“How are you just going to tell me what I’m going to do? Besides my hair is all natural, you’re supposed to love that shit. It’s all me baby.”

“Yes and I love you but there is a difference between embracing natural hair and looking dusty. You need them done, we’re going to Rama’s and your hair is getting done.”

“You lucky I actually need my shit done, but nah I’m not dressed. I’m waiting on you.”

“Why are you waiting on me Kay?”

“It doesn’t make sense to shower and get dressed twice. If you’re about to have my ass in a damn shop for hours getting this shit done I’m getting some pussy before we go fuck you mean.”

“Damn, you can’t ask?”

“Did you ask me if I was getting my shit done? No, so I’m not asking shit. When I’m done with you, you’re going to need a shop next. I’m fuckin’ all that shit up.”

“You’re not about to fuck my damn hair up.”

“I paid for the shit to get done I can fuck it up if I want to. Bring your ass on, no talking no getting smart. As soon as you get in the door strip and come sit on daddy’s dick aight.” I couldn’t even respond because the nigga hung up on me. Usually I would’ve been mad about him doing that shit but I’ll let it slide this time. Daddy was getting his way this one time.

Chapter 19

Kayla

His dick started disappearing inside of me as he kissed my neck, making sure that I was okay. No matter how many times we had sex, I could never take it. My legs had found their way around his waist and my arms were wrapped tightly around his neck.

I didn’t wanna give in again, but Jaylen was so damn good in bed.

“Fuck Jaylen, you’re so deep.” I moaned loudly. He knew that his dick game was something serious, because he wore a smirk on his face the whole time. I wanted to stop so bad, but mama didn’t raise a quitter.

Thrusting in and out of me, he started to hit it from the side and I was loving every damn bit.  He let out low moans, not knowing that I heard him. Clenching my tight walls around his dick, he smacked my thigh. “Why ya pussy so damn good?”

My thighs slapped aggressively against his skin as he thrusted upwards, trying to make me cum first, as always.

Holding on to my waist, he let go of my panties that he had slid to the side, and started to kiss all on my side while his free hand gripped thigh.

Sitting up, I  wrapped myself around him as I bounced uncontrollably, taking control. Moans were escaping from my mouth as low grunts escaped from his.

“I’m cumming!” I yelled, before cumming all over his dick. I bit my lip, as the tingling, yet satisfying sensation shot throughout my body. I felt his dick start to swell so I knew it was his turn.

“Let it out, daddy.” I purred into his ear. He quickly tapped my leg so that I could get up, before I rose up, laying on my back.

“Fuckkkkkkk.” Within a second, he had a whole playground on my stomach. Once he was done, he quickly pecked my lips before giving me a towel.

“Shit so good might fuck around and give you a baby.”

“No, no, no.” I chuckled jokingly but was deadass. He laughed as I went in the restroom to clean myself up. Once I was finished, I quickly put my clothes back on and searched around for my keys. I wasn’t trying to stay and watch movies, none of that.

“Bye.. be careful!” Jaylen called out as I left.

**

When I pulled up in our driveway, I spotted Kai’s car indicating that he was already here. Our baby girl, Kaitlyn was staying the night with his mom. I might have to go pop up over there.

“Where you been at?” He asked as soon as I got in the house.

“Out with the girls.” He sucked his teeth.

“You keep doing this shit, dawg. Everytime we got free time when my ma got Kaitlyn, you always tryin’ to fuckin’ go out. Stay ya ass at home. Damn I just wanna forget about all this work bullshit, and come and lay wit my girl, but you never here.”

“Kai.. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” He sighed, pulling me into a warm hug.

“This shit long overdue but even though you piss me off allllllll the damn time, I still love ya pretty ass. You mean the world to me, and I wouldn’t wanna spend the rest of my life with nobody but you and our baby girl. I should’ve been did this years ago, but I’m doing it now.” He got on one knee.

Oh no.

“Kayla Marie Johnson, will you marry me?”

Robyn

Few weeks later

A big smile spread across my face as I️ looked around at all the hundreds of people that had came out tonight. Never in my life did I️ think this many people would show up. Having faith in God gets you every where.

“Guess who?” I️ heard Odell’s voice as I️ felt him cover my eyes. I️ moved his fingers and turned around to face him. He always dressed so nice.

“Dell! You came!” I️ yelled excitedly, as I️ embraced him in a hug. He had his boot on his foot but he still looked good.

“Of course. Couldn’t miss the big day.” He smiled, squeezing me. It was so loud in here that I️ could barely hear him.

“Where’s Win?” He furrowed his eyebrows before sucking his teeth and walking away. I️ wonder what he was thinking about.

“How you feel?” I️ heard Eric’s voice behind me. He had been in my ear all morning telling me I️ had nothing to worry about, and I️ was thankful to have a friend like him. His company was everything.

I️ turned around with a smile on my face until I️ looked at the way his tie sat on his tux. This guy. “What would you do without me, Eric?” I️ laughed as I️ felt him staring at me while I️ fixed his tie for him.

“You ain’t even answer my question.”

“Oh! I’m sorry, I️ don’t even know to be honest. I’m excited, relieved, and thankful all in one. Thanks for everything E.”

“What I️ do?”

“Throughout this whole process, you gassed me up. You were supportive since Day 1.” I️ smiled, embracing his tall ass into a hug. He was surprised that I️ was hugging him willingly, so he just stood there at first. After a few seconds, he wrapped his arms around me as I️ looked up at him.

We stared at each other with smiles on our faces. He looked so good in his suit that I️ had to let go from the hug or I️ was gonna ride him into the sunset in front of all these people.

“Ima go keep Dej some company. She look lonely.” He said before disappearing.

I looked around the store, and it was like my first time walking in here all over again. Everything was perfect. There were nothing but smiles on everyone’s faces, and everything was just good vibes.

I️ took my time to really find some positive and outgoing employees who would be fit for my store, and they’re perfect. I️ couldn’t wait to see how everything plays out.

Of course, Quavo came out but he didn’t stay too long. He congratulated me, we took a few pics, and he left because he had a show to do. He said he’d swing by tomorrow, because this was their last show.

My day couldn’t get any better. I️ just found earlier out that next week I️ was gonna be designing Beyoncé and her dancer’s outfits for her upcoming tour. I️ couldn’t wait.

As the store was closing, I️ thanked everyone for coming, gave away some merch, and some free goodie bags. We were now leaving and I️ couldn’t stop smiling.

“What you wanna do? It’s all about you tonight, mama.” Eric said as he started up his car. He looked at me, waiting for me to speak.

“Not much, my feet are killing me.”

“Cause you been waking around in em all day, being cute and shit.”

“I️ guess we can just go on that “date”.”

“No doubt.” He shook his head as he started to drive. I️ waved him off and turned to the back, to look at Deja. She’s been awfully quiet today.

Once I️ realized that she was sleeping peacefully, I️ decided to just let her rest. I’d talk to her about everything tomorrow. It was bothering me, because she’s never quiet. Girl hasn’t smiled not one time today.

“What’s wrong with Deja?” I️ asked E as he sucked his teeth.

“Ain’t nun wrong with her ass. She probably mad cause she seen Winter with yo brother.”

“Shut the hell up E, and mind your fucking business. That is not why I’m mad, I️ could give two shits about her. Always got some shit to say.” Deja spat, shocking both E and I️. From the way she said it, I️ could tell that’s why she was mad.

“Deja-“

“Not now, Robyn.” She sighed, putting her earphones back in her ears.

Eric

“You scratched almost everything off ya bucket list, you sittin' across from the most dapper nigga in the room eating lobster with him and you frownin', wassup love?" I asked and she finally looked up at me with a brewing smile slowly making its way to her lips.

"Sorry. I'm just exhausted." she mumbled, sipping her fruity ass drink. I nodded. I feel her, I had clients out the ass because of this fundraiser we got going on at the shop; I almost ain't make it to Robyn's event. That would've fucked up my chances though.

"Tuck that away till you back at work. You wit' me." I mumbled and fed her a piece of her food that was still full taking up half her plate.

"You enjoyin' your night?" I asked and she nodded with that twinkle in her eye. Her shit was so successful, Tennesse was really fuckin' with her brand already, I'm proud of her.

"I just can't wait until everything falls into place and I see how it pans out. I'm getting ahead of myself but I just love what I do."

"I love whatchu do too, and how sexy you look doin' it. Them wrinkles in ya forehead from all that stress was making a nigga knees weak."

We laughed and she hid her mouth with her hand, careful not to spit her food out. Robyn was different breed from all the bitches I was used to. Usually, I would've been in some guts by now but she was making me wait to become more than friends. She a dope ass friend but we could really fuck shit up as partners.

"Thank you, E." she blushed and kept eating while I kept staring. She looked up and I smiled nervously. "Why are you staring at me?”

"Shit, it's hard not to. You just got that overwhelming beauty, goddamn. Inside and out. You don't look like what you've been through. I love being around you, you the shit, love."

"Don't gass me. I'm gullible as fuck." she joked but her smile fell.

"Them niggas hurt you bad, huh?"

"Yeah, I really don't wanna cry on my night but, yes. I did everything for each one but I still didn't do enough. It's fine at first and then shit just blows up in my fuckin' face."

"That's the problem. You ain't supposed to do for them, they gotta do for you. Fuck with a gentleman, Rob. I'm solid, always gon' be solid, I'ma die solid."

"You're not saying anything I haven't heard, Eric. I like you but I can't rush and put my trust into temporary niggas anymore."

"You ain't even try me yet. You could be dubbin' the love of your life right now."

She smiled again and rolled her eyes. "Nigga, I'm serious. My life is aight right now, you would balance shit out if you on my arm."

"And what if you turn out to be just like them?" she asked, throwing her guard right back up. I sighed. I get closer every other day until she start with the comparisons.

“Nah, them niggas was a lesson. God only getting you ready for a real nigga.” I️ smirked as she rolled her eyes before laughing.

“Oh really? And who is that?” She rested her chin on her palm.

“I️ ain’t gone say no names. Just know it’s a fine ass chocolate nigga.” She shook her head, grabbing her fork.

Shit, she looked good when she wasn’t even trying. She only wore a simple two piece outfit, but she made any damn thing look good. She was fine as hell. I️ was gone get her one day, but I️ wasn’t in a rush. I’m ready whenever she is.

I️ heard her fork scrape across my plate, breaking me out of my thoughts. Looking down at my plate, the last portion of potatoes I️ had left was now gone.

“I’m sorry Eric. For some reason, I’m starving like crazy.”

“You good, mama. Eat up.” I️ smiled, watching her eat while she acted if this meal were her last. I️ liked how she wasn’t trying to eat all cute.

“Tell me about yourself, E.”

“Shit.. I️ was born and raised here. I’m close as hell with my mama. My dad? Don’t know who that nigga is. I️ got 3 siblings. 2 sisters and 1 brother. My favorite thing to do is either drawing or working out.” I️ explained while she nodded.

“What made you decide to move out here?”

“I️ needed a fresh start from everything. NY was just too toxic. Ain’t shit out there for me but two dumb ass exes of mines. I️ feel like, if I️ would’ve stayed, I️ would’ve been too distracted. I️ haven’t even been here a whole two months yet, and I️ already have my store. Coming down here just felt right. It’s where my mom and dad planned to follow their dreams but they never got to, so it’s only right that I️ did.” She smiled, and I️ nodded, taking everything in.

Everything about her just intrigued me.

**

The movie had finally went off, and Robyn was sound asleep with her head on my chest. How we got like this? I️ don’t know.

The grip she had on me was out of this world. I️ didn’t wanna get up, but I️ had to go to the shop to get it ready for tomorrow.

“Robyn.” I️ said in her ear, as her grip around me only got tighter. I️ know she had a hard time with being in this bitch by herself all the time. I’d stay, but I️ had shit to do.

“Don’t leave, we were having fun.” I️ chuckled at the fact that she was still half asleep.

“Get some sleep baby girl. I’ll carry you to the bed if you want me to.”

“That would be awesome.” She smiled, opening her big brown eyes. Picking her up bridal style, I️ made sure to be careful of my surroundings because it was dark as hell in here. Making it to her room safely, I️ let her go once we were in her bed. After making sure she was comfortable, I️ started to leave but I️ heard her say something.

“Thank you, Eric.” My eyebrows twisted up in confusion.

“For what?”

“Taking your time with me. I️ really had fun tonight.”

“No problem, sleep well.”

Jaylen

We was on lockdown for the night. It was dark as shit and I was wide awake. Perfect weather for a blunt and some Henny but I’m stuck with water and an occasional bum ass cigarette; my phone was in they custody, all they let me have was this old ass radio that Raheem had in Do The Right Thing.

Shit, I️ was gone fuck around and flirt with the guard to get my shit back, because I️ couldn’t take this.

Since I️ was bored, I played around with the radio and found an old R&B station. My heart skipped a beat when the intro to Baby Be Mine by Michael Jackson came on. This was my momma’s shit! When I heard this fuckin’ intro blast loud as hell in the morning, I already knew it was time to clean my ass off. I chuckled and licked my lips. I heard her singing along with Mike and before I knew it, tears was rolling down my face.

This crying shit was new but it was a cleanse, that’s for damn sure, it was tiring too. Sighing heavily, I closed my eyes and prayed. Before I could finish, I fell into a deep sleep.

I locked in on my surroundings and furrowed my eyebrows. Everything was mad vibrant and colorful. Flowers everywhere, it was clean and peaceful, and showed no signs of struggle. This place was where it was at.

The thought of me being alone quickly changed when I heard humming come from the opposite direction. I recognized the melody and sang the words quietly over the humming.

“I don’t need no dreams when you’re by my side. Every moment takes me to paradise.” My company turned around with a smile and I fell to my mothafuckin’ knees. She was glowing, hair flowing, and didn’t have a scratch on her beautiful blemish-free face. I was seeing what I saw every time I look into the mirror. My pops was my nigga but she’s where I got all my good looks from.

“Ma?” I mumbled, crawling to her and hugging her legs.

“You always did have such a beautiful voice, Lenny.” I smirked. Her shit ass nicknames always pissed me off but I ain’t hear it in so long, I embraced it.

“I get it from you. It’s you, momma?” I looked up at her and she held my face in her hands. She smelt like flowers and her hands felt like silk. Her hazel eyes showed mercy on me. She could’ve dubbed me and walked right past me for all that shit I said to her before she passed. But she still loved me. A mothers love can’t be fucked with.

“I’m here, baby. Always have been. I visit you most in your sleep. I’m that presence you feel when you can’t see rest. I’m your light in your crazy situations. Your voice of reason, but we all know that you hear no one else’s voice but your own.” She wiped my tears and caressed the sides of my face. “Your father’s son.”

“Ma, I’m sorry. I hit where it hurts when I’m mad. I don’t be meaning shit by it. I love y’all. Y’all all I every think about and I regret all the bad shit I say as soon as it leave my mouth.”

By y’all, I mean my momma and Rob.

“Baby, I know. But, not everyone can stroke your ego and let you back in when you say such hurtful things.”

“I know. I’m the reason y’all out my life. How a fuck-up come from perfection? You ain’t did shit but try to love me. Rob, too.”

“I’ve made mistakes too, Jaylen. My biggest one was not being persistent enough to get you to understand that I loved you past your flaws. We’re not perfect.”

“You is. Look at you, momma.”

She smiled and helped me up so she could hug me. I melted and immediately started crying my eyes out onto her shirt. “Come back and help me deal with all this.”

“I’m watching, baby. Your family is watching.” She whispered softly, rubbing my back.

“I ain’t got no family. Odell and I ain’t even tight like that after what I did.”

She smiled. “He’ll come around, my baby. He’s not the only one who cares for you.”

“Who the hell else gon’ be by my side?” I asked and she looked past me with a grin.

“Say ‘hey Grandma’,” I heard a familiar voice say and I whipped my head around to see Robyn, holding the hand of a cute ass baby boy who was the perfect mixture of us. Light brown skin, dark brown curls, and a chipped-tooth smile. Fuck.

I set my eyes on Rob and saw that she was expecting another which made me grin. “Ma, can I feel her?” I asked and she nodded.

Robyn held her arms out for me and kissed my lips. Our son looked disgusted for a second before breaking out into a smile. “I love you.” I mumbled.

“I love you, too. Jay. I gotta go though. I can’t stay.” She winked at me and kissed my mothers cheek before leaving with my son. I watched her walk away and from afar, I saw that Eric nigga appear from the shadows and grab the hands of my son and Robyn.

Oh, fuck me! Shit can’t even go right in a damn dream.

“Momma, where they going?”

“She was tired of waiting, baby. Once you start taking responsibilities for your actions and you accept the help from Dr. Evans, you’re going to continue to act out of control.”

“I can’t sit there and relive all of the bullshit, ma. I just wanna keep doing what I been doing, die, and be with you forever.”

“You don’t have to die to be with me. I’ll always be right here. Just get the help you need, baby. It’ll change your life. ” She hugged me tight and I sighed, hugging her back with tears rolling down my face.

“Darling let me hold you. Warm you in my arms and melt your fears away.” We sang together before I was hugging the fuckin’ air.

I sighed loudly and screamed at the top of my lungs until the guards had to restrain me. “MOMMA! ROBYN!” I yelled, trying to break free from them before they shot me with more drugs to fuck me up.

Damn. Maybe it is time to give Dr. Evans a shot. For my momma and my future.