#told yall i was comin back to this
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Rewarded in Pink and Brown
more drabbles this time from my Roman Lives AU cause i've been missing them already, plus yknow me i love a good reunion scene
(small notes, Roman lost his leg due to damage and wears a prosthetic. its what he refers to with Pietro. Roman traveled to Mistral on the same train as Oscar, causing them to meet early by accident, which led Roman to join the main cast
right now we're at the Schnee party in V8
we caught up? good lets roll)
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Smoking calms the nerves.
That's what Roman's told himself for years. But lately, after being off them for so long, he coughs and coughs as the smoke bellows above him, the burn unfamiliar in its familiarity.
Coming to Atlas has been strange. This whole year has been strange. Has it been a year? It feels like longer. Maybe shorter. Roman can't exactly tell anymore. Time blurred together from all the…excitement, you could call it.
From meeting Oscar by complete accident on his way to Mistral, to nearly getting killed by Red's little crew, to fighting alongside them at Haven… It's been many ups and downs since Neo's disappearance.
Now, here he stands, carefully disguised with a fat cigar between his fingers, waiting for the choking to die down like he's some kind of first-cigarette-teenager again. Out of spite, and a need to not waste these beauties found in this…very legally obtained coat, he takes another long, long drag, allowing the smoke to settle in his damaged lungs before blowing it to the sky. Better. Much better.
After losing so much, he can't lose this. A literal addiction to cover his emotional addiction is fair, isn't it?
Roman sighs. Heavy and tired, running a hand through temporary brown hair.
He's tried…he's tried so hard to hold onto hope… Mistral was a dud. So was Amina. He was hoping he'd spot her in Mantle, his old stomping grounds, but not a spot of pink and brown to be seen.
Now, here he stands. Leaning on a balcony railing, cigar warm between his gloved fingers, in the one city that Neo wanted to see the most for its beautiful snow…without her.
It's empty. Hollow. A victory unearned. Just like his survival. And after failure upon failure, hit after hit…
He's tired.
One last puff has Roman tossing the cigar, letting it land where it lands on the ground below. Not his problem anymore. Red may have taught him to be patient, but not kind.
Turning around, he finally pushes himself off the railing and into the hall. May as well put that nifty leg Pietro gave him to work, since it was free. A gift from the heart, as he said.
Roman calls it pity. Still helps him walk, though.
"Alright, Roman, no more tears." He whispers to himself, combing curly hair back with a huff. "Just gotta make it another day…"
How many more "another day"s can he take? A question that's been on his mind since all this chaos began. Since he got swept up in something much bigger than himself. Then Neo. If this is what Cinder wanted, maybe it's a good thing she's not here, he muses as he walks down the hallway. Without Neo, there's no chance of her getting hurt worse. May as well count his blessings.
"Oh-!"
Roman falters when he stumbles, looking down to see a poor servant with a dropped tray and some barely-saved glasses on the carpet floor, champagne that probably costs more than any amount of Dust Roman has stolen in the past staining the fabric.
With a sigh, he kneels down and offers the girl a smile. "My apologies, I thought the upstairs was empty." He smoothly offers, helping gather rolled away glasses. That is the one nice thing about Atlas. No one cares to remember the voice of the long-dead Roman Torchwick. He doesn't need to worry too much about that.
"So, what's got you up here, anyway?" He can't help it. He's always been nosy when it comes to rich parties. And servants always have such juicy gossip. "I doubt you'll get many good tips up-"
…green eyes.
That's the first thing he notices are green eyes. Piercing, so familiar, it's exactly like looking in a mirror. The young woman near him wearing a black bob on top of that that just brings too many memories back. Far too many. Too many of disguise attempts, trying to find the most bland appearance possible, before the two settled on black hair and green eyes and easy hairstyles. Easy to blend into the background with a bob, after all.
The silence between them is heavy, the woman silent as ever, and Roman taking her in. Her size, her stature, her figure…
"…I haven't used boxed dye in so long." Roman finally offers. A tidbit. A small nudge. It makes her blink, mouth falling lightly open.
Roman finally smiles. Smiles. Big and large and impatiently joyous at a fact that hasn't been proven.
"I mean…you did a much better job at my disguises, didn't you…"
It's like falling in love all over again. His heart skips a beat at the sight of shimmering pink, and leaps into his throat as it falls away like delicate raining glass to reveal a familiar face. Pink and brown eyes staring back at him, to match her hair, with messy white streaks from the amount of stress she's been through.
Roman laughs. He laughs because he finally found his hat and scarf, tied delicately around her neck and donning the top of her head like a crown.
Fit for a queen, of course.
"…Neo?"
Her name rolls off his tongue like a prayer. Neo, Neo, Neo, he's thought it for so long, he's imagined it for longer, but seeing it, seeing her…
He's not sure who launches at who first. Roman remembers opening his arms, but by the time his mind is caught up with him again, Neo's clinging to him tight, silent sobs soaking the front of his stolen attire as Roman cradles the back of her head, rests his chin atop his hat that sits so perfectly on her head, careful not to dirty her perfect appearance.
"You're just as stunning as ever…" He hiccups when he pulls away, cupping her face in his hands. Hands that are bare, gloves frantically tossed away to ensure that she's real. With real skin, and real warmth, and real wet tears he wipes away even as they continue to fall.
Real, with small hands mirroring his own, letting her feel along under his bangs, the scar that got bigger from the accident, letting her count every freckle like she couldn't remember their placement, letting her stare right into him as he stares right back.
Roman wastes no time. Her lips are like candy, sugary with lip gloss and a tad salty from tears. Be it his own or hers, he can't tell, and he doesn't care.
All that matters is that she's here. With him. Held in his arms, and sat in his lap like nothing ever changed. Like they're back at the warehouse, holding each other as they try to quiet down their adrenaline-filled thoughts after a long day's work to get some good sleep.
When he pulls away, Neo doesn't let him, yanking him right back in for kiss after kiss, making Roman laugh as he gives her everything she needs. Everything she wants. Anything. Anything at all. She deserves it. She deserves the world.
"Neo-"
peck
"Neo, doll-"
peck, peck
"Sweetheart, we need to-"
peck!
"Okay! That's enough!" Roman laughs again, straightening up enough to make Neo have to stop. He wipes his face of stray tears, amusement clear at her familiar pout. Yes. Because how dare he deny her anything. What a cruel monster her lover has become with time.
He shakes his head, gently combing fingers through Neo's hair. More white streaks. More stress. "If we keep this up, we'll be up here all night. And personally? I'd rather not have our first night back together in a Schnee manor."
Neo's face scrunches in disgust. Clearly, they're on the same page.
"Besides…"
Cupping her cheek, he thumbs over newly obtained, tiny scars. Then, delicately, he removes his scarf from her neck, Neo allowing him to see the riddling of slashes. Along with newer ones, along the collar bone. Light burns and small stabs.
He sets the scarf aside to steal his hat from her head, dropping it atop his own. Even with the disguise, Neo sees him. All of him. Every inch of Roman Torchwick and his dramatics.
…they're perfect for each other.
"I really need to fill you in on what you've missed."
Roman doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve her. Not now. Not after what they've gone through. Not after what he's done, his constant back and forth, his changing, his differences from back then to now.
But knowing Neo? She's too stubborn to give him up.
And, no matter how much time he's spent around those damn kids…
Roman's too selfish to let her try.
#masky found the writing pen#rwby#roman torchwick#neo politan#rwby gelato#gelato#roman lives au#told yall i was comin back to this#cant keep me away from my baby NOT FOR LONG#god i cant wait to fully binge V9 cause imma go HAM on Ever After#debating if Roman falls n Neo jumps in after him...#or if they get separated with Neo shoving him through the door so he wont get hurt...#so many options :)#anyways#long post#sorry yall im in a weird mood with my creativity lately
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Late Night Healing Sessions
A/N: Installment two of the Chaos Trio aka the continuation to Friends?! This chapter is kind of Frank-centric so hope yall enjoy! Sorry this took so long to get done, my muse has been dead for some time now.
Warnings: Wound tending, cursing, it’s pretty tame.
Pairing: Eventual Matt x Reader x Frank
"Red."
"Castle."
"I ain't been shooting anyone lately so what brings you here?" Frank looked Matt over and raised a brow. He was posted up on a rooftop, just watching and listening. Matt had popped up next to him though and if Frank didn't know any better, he'd say Matt was nervous.
"Can I ask you something?" Now Frank definitely knew something was strange but, figuring it was probably something vigilante related, he shrugged and nodded.
"How did you know Maria was it for you?" Frank choked and Matt had the decency to look sheepish even with his mask still on.
"You comin to me for love advice, Red?" Matt sighed and tugged his helmet off, running a hand through his hair.
"No. Maybe." Matt growled. "I don't know, okay?"
"Is this about your friend from a couple weeks ago." Matt's sudden silence and the way he froze told Frank everything. "I don't know why you haven't gone for it. Even you, a blind man, should be able to see that she cares about you."
"Just because she cares about me, doesn't necessarily mean she wants more. I mean, she doesn't even really know who I am."
"And whose fault is that?" Matt grit his teeth. "Yeah, exactly. You closed the door, not her. From what I saw, she'd be very interested in taking things further. And you clearly are too, if the way you put her in bed says anything."
Matt huffed and started pacing.
"But what if I put her in danger?"
"Sounded like she could take care of herself. And if the way she stood up to me says anything, she definitely ain't afraid of much."
"That's what I'm afraid of. I'm half convinced she'd follow me every night but there seems like there's something holding her back. I can't place it, but there's more to her."
"And there's more to you. Maybe if you let her see that side of you, she'll show you her secrets too."
"All of this doesn't negate the fact that I don't want her in danger because of me."
"Look. I can't tell you what to do, but I can tell you this. Life is a bitch. It'll take everything from you in the blink of an eye. But I wouldn't still be here today if it weren't for the memories of the good times I carry with me. Maria, she might not have approved of what I'm doing but she would have understood it. She was there through all the tours and the night terrors and the bad days. I wouldn't be who I am if I hadn't had that support."
"... Thanks, Frank." Matt nodded his head to Frank and slipped his mask on. He headed for the edge of the rooftop and just as he was about to jump, Frank spoke again.
"Hey, Red? Don't wait too long. Someone else might come along if you do."
"Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, Castle. Stay out of trouble, will you?"
"No promises, Red."
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The uneven knocking at your door woke you from an uneasy sleep. All night you'd felt that something was off and so you'd tried to stay awake to see if Daredevil needed your assistance. When he hadn't shown by his normal time, you'd laid down on the couch and passed out. Now though, you jolted awake and up, rushing towards the door.
"I'm coming, D, I'm- What the fuck?" Standing at your door was not Daredevil, but Frank Castle. "What are you doing here?"
He looked like shit. Blood wept from a cut on his forehead and down his face. Speaking of blood, you realized the rest of him was covered in it.
Rather than answer your question, Frank swayed and hissed as his body caught the door frame. You winced at the blood he left behind but brought your eyes back to the man in front of you.
"Castle…?" That seemed to startle him into awareness enough for him to speak.
"Didn't know where else t' go. Need help, please?" Your brows shot up and you immediately opened your door wider.
"Come on, let's get you inside." As soon as you put your hands on him to help support his weight, he dropped. You cursed as he almost brought you down with him but you managed to keep your footing.
"Fuck." You hissed, trying to figure out how you were supposed to get this massive man inside your house. Putting both hands under his shoulders, you pulled with all your strength.
He barely moved. The movement also drew a moan from him and you winced in sympathy. Moving around so you could face him, you gingerly cupped his face.
"Hey. Hey, Frank, wake up. I can't get you inside without your help. Come on. You can do it."
You kept coaxing him and silently hoping none of your neighbors chose to look out their windows anytime soon.
"Come on, Castle. Don't make me slap you."
"You wouldn' hit an injured person." He slurred and you nearly sobbed in relief.
"Don't try me. Now, come on. I need you to help me get your ass inside." You pulled on his shoulders for good measure and watched as he then forced himself up onto his feet. You stood with him and carefully began leading him inside. It took the two of you entirely too long and the way Frank got paler and paler the more the two of you moved, did not sit well with you.
"What the hell happened to you?" You wondered aloud.
"Mob. Irish. Motherfuckers hit hard when they want to." You sighed and rolled your eyes in frustration.
"Of course. You and Red are gonna be the death of me."
"Mm. Red. He talk to you yet?" You furrowed your brow but figured it was good to keep him talking. You settled him on the couch and rushed to grab your first aid supplies.
"About what, Castle? Keep talking."
"Shouldn't."
"Why not?"
"He wouldn't like it." You huffed and began working on cutting Frank out of his shirt. He started to go lax on you and you quickly shook him.
"Hey, hey! Keep talking, Castle. Why wouldn't he like it?"
"'Cause he likes you and doesn't wanna admit it." Frank slurred out and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. You ignored them in favor of starting to stitch Frank's wounds.
"Oh yeah? He tell you that or are you just guessing?"
"He told me. But it's also obvious as shit. The two of you aren't subtle." Your face burned from his comment, but he was still talking and you weren't going to stop him.
"Told him to quit bein a scaredy cat. Life's too short for that shit. Also told him he better figure it out before someone else comes along."
You half listened as you worked to stitch up the worst of his wounds. He was a mess of knife slashes and stabs and you had to hope that nothing out of your limited experience was wrong. Frank was starting to fade again, so you gently shook his shoulder.
"I need you to stay awake, Frank. Keep talking to me."
"About wha?"
"Anything. Tell me… tell me about your family, Frank." It was quiet for long enough that you thought you'd overstepped but then Frank started talking.
He told you about Maria and Lisa and Frank Jr. He told you stories and little moments and your heart ached as you realized just how much this man loved his family… and just how much he had lost.
Frank managed to stay awake the entire time you worked on him, but just barely. You sent up a silent thank you to his family. They're memory had kept him alive another night.
Sitting back, you pulled your gloves off and patted Frank absent-mindedly on the arm.
"Alright, I've fixed everything I can. You know the rules from last time but to be honest, you might need longer than a couple hours. So stay as long as you need." You told him, standing and wobbling because of how long you'd been kneeling. A weak hand shot out to stabilize you and you huffed a laugh.
"Don't worry about me, Castle. Worry about yourself."
"'M fine. Just need to sleep a few hours and I'll be right as rain." You jokingly rolled your eyes and stepped away from him. Taking all the dirty materials you used, you threw it all out and then went to the sink to wash your hands.
"Sure, Castle. Whatever you say."
"Oh, so I'm Castle again, huh? Thought I was Frank now."
"Frank is reserved for almost dying only." You teased from your spot at the sink and you heard him chuckle then hiss. "Sorry. Seriously, get some sleep. And I mean it when I say stay as long as you need.”
“Thanks.” He murmured. In the ensuing silence, you assumed he fell asleep. Keeping as quiet as possible, you cleaned up as much of the mess as you could. Finally, once your place was relatively clean, you checked on him one final time. As you had guessed, he was fast asleep. Deciding to keep an eye on him, you settled into one of the chairs you had catty corner to the couch. Pulling a blanket over yourself, you settled in to get a restless night of sleep.
Throughout what was left of the night, you checked on Frank several times. The amount of blood he’d lost was worrisome and the last thing you wanted was him dying on your couch. When you finally gave up on sleep, it had been about 5 hours since Frank had fallen asleep. Getting up and stretching, you headed to the bathroom. After brushing your teeth and running a hand over your hair to tame it some, you headed back into the living room. You froze in the hallway when you realized Frank was no longer on the couch. Instead he was standing in front of your coffee maker, sleepily pressing buttons.
“Castle, what the actual fuck are you doing up right now?” You scolded.
“It’s mornin’. I need to get going.” You rolled your eyes and walked over to him, gently nudging him out of the way and getting the coffee going.
“I swear, you’re just as bad as D.” Frank grunted and leaned against the counter as the two of you waited for the coffee to brew. He seemed like he wanted to say something so you kept quiet and let him get his thoughts together.
“About last night…”
“What about it?”
“What I told you. About Red. I shouldn’t have said anything. What goes on between the two of you is none of my business.” You raised an eyebrow and turned to face him fully.
“It obviously is some of your business. D trusted you enough to come to you and talk. That’s gotta mean something.”
"Yeah and then I broke that trust by telling you." Frank rubbed the back of his neck. "If it's all the same to you, can we pretend I never said anything?"
"Of course. It doesn't matter much because I still doubt D will say anything to me. He's too guarded." You shrugged and poured yourself and Frank a cup of coffee, passing his to him before doctoring yours to your liking.
"He's got his reasons. This life ain't easy." Frank said, a dark look on his face. You were quiet for several minutes before you spoke again.
"Did you kill them?"
"Who?"
"Everyone involved in your family's death."
"...Yeah. Yeah, I did." Frank was surprised when you smiled.
"Good."
Frank decided then that if Matt didn't make a move soon… he might be the someone else he warned Matt about.
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Yall the angst decided to hit me at 12am LMAO, but here's a lil spoiler for Partners in Crime (kinda a draft cause idk which girl is which and when, etc)
Tw: whoring, screaming, mental breakdown of the 1800s, abuse of consent.
"Do you honestly think you know what's good for him!?" Violet shouted, her blade in hand as she faced Dulcinea. She had been busy chopping off bits of her hair in the middle of a breakdown because of what she had been doing to keep herself distracted. She couldn't do big chunks of her hair, no no no. They didn't like that. They liked long luscious hair.
"Why, yes, in fact, Ms. Evans, I do," She had calmly replied, glancing down at the chops of what used to be Violet's dead ends.
"WELL YOU FUCKING DONT. YOU DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT BILLY; HAS HE TOLD YOU ANYTHING ABOUT HIS HOME LIFE? ABOUT HIS MA? WHY HE TURNED TO THE OUTLAW LIFE IN THE FIRST PLACE?!" She screamed, feeling the hot tears roll down her cheeks. She couldn't take it anymore. The multiple women, the insistence from Billy that a certain woman was "the" one. Violet had enough. She was tired of it; she wanted Billy for herself and was the only one who could see that he was hurting or trying to distract himself when something was on his mind.
"I HAVE TRIED, TRIED, AND TRIED TO BE OKAY AROUND YOU- BE DECENT, LIKE JESSE ASKED. BE RESPECTFUL, BUT YOU DONT DO THE SAME TO BILLY. YOU DONT RESPECT HIM, YOU JUST THINK HES HOT. HES A PERSON TOO, HES GOT A GOOD HEART, WONDERFUL INTENTIONS, AND MORE PASSION THAN ANY OF THE MEN IVE BEEN LETTING USE MY BODY."
"You been what...?" Came a familiar voice and both women looked. Billy.
Violet felt fear well up in her throast. He wasnt supposed to know.
She immediately shut the bathroom door in his and Dulcinea's faces, and locked it shut. She heard muffled arguing between Dulcinea and Billy yet all she could do was cry. She slid down to the floor, leaning against the door and sobbed her heart out to herself. Billy knew now what she was doing to help them get by while being outlaws. That wasn't the plan-Billy was never supposed to find out.
She had been whoring her body for older men to fuck. To abuse until they couldn't finish anymore. All to keep food coming.
Violet's tears eventually came to a stop and so did Billy's and Dulcinea's arguing. It was silent for a while before Billy's voice came back, raw from yelling, only to speak softly to Violet.
"Vi...? Whenever you're ready, I'd like for us to talk.. about everythin', okay? No more secrets between us," He offered, only to receive two gentle raps on the door in response. He knew what that mean; they had established a system where one or two knocks meant some form of yes or no, depending on the situation. Violet meant 'Okay.'
"Do you want me to stay here and wait for you?" One rap of her knuckles against the hard wood. 'No.'
"Okay... I'll be outside. And don't worry, Dulcinea's gone and she wont be comin' back." 'Thank you, Billy.'
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Always Watching [Crazy 4u] | SMG
pairing: ateez s.m.g. x fem!reader
genre: yandere (?) poc friendly, established relationship, Psycho bf
wc: 1k (1,078)
warnings: language, stalking, obsessive behavior
a/n: what if I told yall I wrote this half asleep? Is it obvious?
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Mingi loved you with his entire heart. He was obsessed with you and that was no secret, and he made sure of that. He'd do anything for you, anything to keep you out of harms way.. that includes watching your every move 24/7.
Mingi had a terrible pattern of following you around. Throughout the beginning of your relationship you thought nothing of it, even finding it cute at one point. Describing his behavior as though he were a "puppy following around their owner" when in reality it went far deeper than that, and Mingi knew that.
He'd always had this tendency to watch over and protect the ones he cared for but you, you needed more than that. He needed to make sure you were okay every second because if he wasn't there to protect his baby then who would be? Nobody could ever protect you like he could.
He developed the habit of not only just following you around the house or trying to go everywhere with you- but following you during circumstances where you were supposed to be away from him.
Whether it be going out with a friend, or going to run errands, you always somehow found yourself bumping into him. And the first thing he'd say when he "pretended" to just coincidentally be in the same place as you is anything along the lines of asking if you're alright or if you "need to go home".
After about 3 times of it happening you started to catch on, you weren't an idiot for crying out loud.
Wanting to confirm your suspicions head on, you went to Mingi and had a talk with him, asking him if he'd really just happened to be around whenever you would go certain places to which he nonchalantly admitted that he was just there to "see" you.
His casualty about the entire thing caught you a bit off guard and it quite literally left you speechless. After that conversation it clicked for you. He's crazy. As hell.
You'd decided to have a night out with your friends for the first time in forever. Beforehand Mingi had tried convincing you to stay in with him and that it was "too dangerous" to go out on a Friday night. But you insisted and ultimately he failed at keeping you in which fucked with his attitude a bit before he remembered that he could just.. follow you.
You'd arrived to the packed nightclub about 3 hours ago, well into your night out you were ecstatic. Having drinks, gossiping with your girls, and shaking ass. The thought of your borderline psychotic ass boyfriend possibly seeing you slipping your mind completely, the influence of the alcohol making your memory no better.
Once you'd gotten off the dance floor you went to the bar to order one more drink for the night. You leaned over the bar counter just about to catch the bartenders attention before you felt your phone suddenly start to buzz in your bra. Which of course you pulled out in no time checking the contact. It was Mingi.
"Hello?!" You answered, trying to talk over the rather loud music.
"Hey baby, when did you plan on comin' home?" He asked, slight irritation lacing his voice.
"I-I'm on my way back now we're in the car!!" You lied, you knew that Mingi could be impatient you didn't want him to get upset because one thing he never fails at is being petty and you simply just didn't feel like dealing with it tonight.
"Yeah? So wassup with the loud ass music i'm hearin' hm?" He inquired, you could already see where this was going and it damn near sobered you up completely as you remembered that he has in fact followed you multiple times before and he could very well be in the vicinity right now.
"They're just playing the music really loud, still hyped from the club I guess." You said nervously chuckling as you leaned up a bit from off the bar counter before trying to switch the topic with Mingi. "But anyways I'll call you when I'm clos-" your heart dropped when he cut you off.
"Oh okay, so this ain't you in that tight ass latex skirt standing by the bar right now? Phone held up to your ear?" He asked, his tone low but firm. You could practically see his face right now, jaw clenched and eyes low. He wasn't far and you were too late to realize.
You internally panicked as you took the phone away from your ear for a moment and whipped your head around in multiple directions looking for any signs of him.
You definitely wouldn't have spotted him if not for him revealing himself to you, stepping through the crowd rather easily. His size alone intimidated people enough to move out of his way.
He was wearing an all black zip up jacket with a white tee underneath. His black Yankees baseball cap sitting snug on his head as he approached you, waving his phone with your caller ID on it as he did so before hanging up once he got to you.
"On your way back my ass." He scoffed looking down at you before leaning over you and caging you in on either side with his arms braced against the edge of the bar counter- making you feel way smaller than what you actually were. "I-" you went to speak but nothing came out. He looked at you unamused before coming close to your ear. "Text your friends, tell them you'll be going home." He mumbled in your ear. "What? Ming-" you started but he wasn't having it.
He smacked his teeth and squinted at you, that being enough for you to let out a frustrated huff and do it. The only reason you were complying is because you were kind of tired anyway and dare you say, you found this entire situation a bit exciting. It wasn't healthy by any means and you knew that, he shouldn't be like this and you shouldn't be so accepting of it but you somewhat found it attractive.
"You're fucking crazy." You said as you sent the text to your friends group chat, hoping they'd see it soon so they didn't think you got kidnapped or ditched them.
"Only for you baby." He responded, grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze before leading you towards the exit of the bar.
Excuse any mistakes. :P
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i always thought the dreams you see when you sleep were useless, till the day i talked to kanonenfieber members in a dream. and in my new dream i had that woke me up at 9:30 i was at a rammstein concert.
im expecting to see korn next i hope my mind can do dat
ALSO THEY WERE SINGING ANGST
edit: my brain wont leave me tf alone none of yall r gonna read this but if i dont get into details of this dream im not gonna be able to sleep the next night meaning no more concert dreams
ALSO HOLY SHIT I TALK SO MUCH just dont read lol
my older sister took me somewhere when i didnt want to go idfk why we were there we were just walking then i saw the rammstein members getting on stage but this time it was way smaller than usual because there wasnt many people myb smth like 250 ppl
i didnt know rammstein came to turkey nobody told me bout dat
so yeah i immediately ran to them also for some reason i have my previous drawing of till lindemann in my hand and also another paper but idk whas on that
they were doin rehearsal on stage there was no one else for a while so i walked on stage and i watched them while standing right in front of them they didnt really give a fuck lol
they finished and i walked up to them i was fucking shaking bro i was so excited
till said sum shit in german first then switched to english lol and i asked the question
"you guys came to turkey..? for.. maybe a concert?"
TILL SAID YES
HE SAID YES
(No im not getting married)
then they completely ignored me and got back to talking about their rehearsal and how to not fuck it up in the middle of the show
i then immediately ran to my sister and i asked the 2nd question
"ARE WE GONNA STAY UNTIL THE CONCERT BEGINS???"
and my sister said
she said YES
SHE SAID YES
(no fuck off she is my sister)
i was boutta cry i was so fuckin excited they didnt tell me bout this shit they wanted to surprise me ig
the performance was gonna start in a few mins so i rushed there n took ma place very close to them
there isnt much to say for the rest they played angst i recorded it then they said they were gonna take a break or smth and THEY DIDNT COME BACK
I GOT BETRAYED BY A FUCKING BAND THAT DOESNT EVEN KNOW ABOUT MY EXISTENCE or myb he kinda did considering i went to talk to him
ALSO THESE MF'S MUST'VE CARRIED THE ENTIRE STAGE WITH THEM CUZ WHEN I WENT BACK THERE THE STAGE WAS GONE
rammstein went to get milk aint that crazy they r never ever comin back to turkey now
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Things my friend said during our House of Ashes playthrough part 2
Babe stop coughing we were about to kiss (about Clarice and Rachel)
Did I just abandon Clarice oh no I'm sorry I'm sorry oh no no no no! Go back go back can we please replay that?!?! I can't leave my vampire girlfriend! (We did replay the blood pit chapter lol)
What you doing offering him a bottle when his hands are tied what the fuck he gonna do?!? (Eric offering Salim a drink)
(I knew you were trouble softly playing in the next room as Nick follows Jason) ah shit they about to fuck right?
(Chooses the 'they attacked our country option by accident') wait no! No! I became racist!? Wait no! First I lost my girlfriend (Clarice) and then I lost my boyfriend (Joey) and now I'm racist? Please please can we replay this again (we replayed the Blood pit chapter 3 times lol)
(About Eric dissecting the vampire) ur a nuclear engineer what the fuck do u know about biology?
(Playing as Jason again) ok let's try to not be racist this time
(Nick says "this is the closest I've been to hell") That's OK baby I'll take you to heaven right here
I want Rachel to live so she can be with Clarice
(After being told Clarice dies no matter what but that they could both become vampires) oooo then that's the ending I'm going for
(When we finally get back to the blood pit) God I hate this part I just want to get back to my girlfriend. Also ma'am ur hoo-ha is gonna be infected after this
I don't care what u say those vampires are sneaking out of that fucking cave. They are coming out. It's pride month and the demons are coming out
(Proceeds to replace every unintelligible part for randolphs journal with the word masturbating and cries laughing)
(Having completely forgotten what the vampire looks like) Oh God it's like the xenomorph but uglier!
(Sees Joey as a vampire) Damn he kind of Sexier like this
(About to go over the chasm with Clarice) I swing that way do you swing that way?
(Manages to replay the Blood pit only to choose the options where Clarice ends up deciding to stay behind) I did all that and my girlfriend left me? Fuck it I'm not playing that again let's finally continue (we did finally continue lol)
Men be talking about fighting demons when really it's just bisexual thoughts
Are we ever gonna talk about Nick killing Merwin or are we gonna gloss over that like it was just a war thing?
I'm getting to Eric levels of hatred with Dar
Dar is a burden on humanity but Eric is a cum stain on life (what did Eric do to my friend lol she hated him so much hahaha)
(Jason says "this is our house our rules!") It really isn't though?
(Reading the relationship updates) what do u mean Rachel broke the news of her relationship with Nick harshly? How else do u break that to someone? Oh I'm sorry. I accidently penetrated another man?
I don't care about turning Rachel into a vampire anymore. My vampire girlfriend left me so I'm leaving her like I left my husband-wait is this karma?
(Me surviving as Eric even though my friend abandoned me as Rachel) I'm comin for ya treacherous wife
(Eric to Nick "you stay out of my way") ill just stay in your wife then
Jason just looking for excuses to touch Salim huh?
So this is hr Geiger's wet dream
Can we have a part 2 where the US government tries to use it as a weapon and fucks up?
Please blink (immediately screams when the fluid covered surviving prologue character blinks)
(When the crucifix didn't help as Nick) God said this was not one of mine abort
(When Salim crawled into the star chamber first) bye yall I got a son
Who am I talking to? Salim? (Tells her its Eric) God damn it
(When Rachel and Eric talk in the star chamber) I'm just gonna leave now cause we can't both be on our period
(When the cocoons is blowing up) its 5 o clock in the morning? I'd crawl into a cocoon and have a catnap
(About Jason and Salim) I want to see them on 90 day fiance
Maybe the solution to racism is aliens
(When vampire Clarice popped out in the waterfall) my girlfriend!
(When the eclipse happens) ah hell no
(When poppin flares) Marvel has 24hrs to respond avengers endgame who?
(When the Curator started talking at the end after we saved everyone) mother fucker just congratulate me
(During the interviews specifically with Rachel) can I take a shower? Please??? I was a blonde before this I am now a red head
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actually would you guys believe me if i told yall that watching jerma saved me from being severely depressed
im bein serious btw like next to shenmue, that fucker helped me through a really hard time in my life last year, his stream clips made me feel better and helped me while taking a break on the sites i used
like i was not mentally stable at all, so many things happened that ruined me but im glad at least there were some stuff out there that helped me stay on my feet and like. not make me feel worse
like even now that whole thing is over and ive been feelin much better ever since, i still do have trust issues and been startin to feel more anxious nowadays, esp with december comin up cuz its gonna make me think back to the shitty situation i was in but im hoping that ill have a normal and nice december compared to last year 👍👍 esp with all the new friends ive made on not just here but on other sites and that they genuinely love and support me which makes me really glad ;_; yall mean the world to me ;; thanks yall for so much
sorry for makin this super long and changed the subject from jerma to my trauma from last year LMAO but yea uh god bless jerma hes a king🙏🙏
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SHE SAID SHE NEED SOME CLARITY
THAT JUS SOME DUMB HOE SHI TO GET BACK IN MY GRAVITY
I CUT HER OUR SHE ACTIN LIKE IT A TRADEGY (Shakespeare)
EVEN SINCE LAMES B CUT MANNNNNN,
THESE SHI STARTED WORKIN MAGICALLY
THATS JUS THE HALF OF IT
LIFE SO DUMBED DOWN N YALL WOULDNT GET IT, NAH NOT A BIT
I JUS SWERVE N A CURVE EM CUS WE TALKIN ON BURNERS, WE SO UNREACHABLE YEAH NAH NOT A BIT
YALL STILL ON THE OTHER SIDE, LURKIN N WORKIN JUST FOR THE SCREEN
JUST FOR BITCH, BUT THE GRAM GOT HER ALREADY, SHE A SLAVE, SHE JUS A FIEN
KNOW TOO MANY DUDES THAT WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR THREE RETWEETS
YOULL BUY WHATEVER THEY SELL YA MAN THAT SHI GOT ME WEAK
RACKS WENT FROM THIN TO FAT, LOOKIN LIKE LUKA SABBAT, HEE HEE
THEY ASK HOW THE MONEY COMIN IN, I JUS PULL IT OUTTA THE HAT,
SHIT MAXIN OUT THE PAYPAL, BOUTTA TOUCH AN M
IF I NEED ENERGY I SIP THE M
WALLETS SHAPED LIKE LIZZO, AFTER I FIGURED OUT THA RIDDLES
YEAH, LET IT SIZZLE
GOT FLOWN OUT TO PARIS TO CHOP W MY I-I-DOLS (hyper-pop chop)
CAME BACK TO SYDNEY N DID IT WITH ALL WITH MY EYES CLOSED
YES IM SIPPIN ON YO BITCH N NEEDA ADD ME SOME MILO
YES IM FUCKIN A TOP MODEL, FUCKIN A TOP ACT-TRESS
WE UP AT IN THE ACE, FUCKIN UP AGAINST THE WINDOW, N YES WE TOP FLOOR STATUS
SHE WANT ME TO PAINT HER BUT I TOLD HER SHE GOTTA PAY FIRST
LIFESTYLE GETTIN TOO COMFORTABLE NEEDA TOUGHEN UP THIS MATT-RESS
YEAH
TOLD EM CATCH IT
CUS I THROW THIS SHI W ONE ARM LIKE ODELL, BITCH U BETTER CATCH IT
CUS THEY AINT KEEP UP, NAH WE SWEEP UP.
CUS I STAY POSTED WITH A STICK
NOT TALKIN GUNS, TALKIN BOUT A MODEL BITCH
LOVE MY BITCHES RATCHET
LOVE MY STICKS, HATCHET
LOVE MY THICKS, GOT A WIDE PAL-ATE
TOLD EM ALL SHUTUP, WALLET STARTIN TO VOMIT EVERYWHERE CUS I AINT BUY THOSE
WALLET STARTIN TO GET A BEER GUT, ITS BIKE LANE NOBODY NEAR US.
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Jane Crocker, Roxy Lalonde
Act 6, page 5815-5819
GG: Is everything ok?
TG: yeah he just wanted to make sure i dont hate him like yall do which you dont even
GG: I... see.
TG: so im just talking to him a bit to help him not feel bad
TG: sorry
GG: That's ok.
GG: You were saying?
TG: i was gonna say why i finally quit drinkin
TG: i mean if you want to know
GG: Yes.
GG: Actually, once you did stop, it made me finally realize it was a problem for you for a long time.
GG: And I didn't say anything at the time, but it made me wonder if I wasn't doing the right thing before.
GG: By failing to point out you might have a problem? Or just going along with it and participating in lively banter any time you clearly had too much to drink?
GG: Was I just being a bad friend?
TG: nah it wasnt your responsibility to fix my shit
TG: and anyway i think i made it hard for anyone to come at me like it was a real problem
TG: i was always joking around so much and havin a good time like kind of overzealously so
TG: that i probably just made people feel like a shitty wet blanket for even mentioning it
GG: How long do you think it's been a problem?
TG: i dont know its hard to say exactly when i started getting real carried away
TG: just at some point i discovered a load of my moms centurys old booze in the house
TG: and i didnt have much to relate to her by except her books
TG: so i felt like drinking was a way to be more like her
TG: or be closer to her kinda
TG: and there was nobody around except the silly chess people
TG: who in a way just made me feel more alone
TG: cause they reminded me i was only one of two humans left and the other was an ocean away
TG: so little by little
TG: i got out of hand
TG: and one of the only things i had to look forward to was the idea that the game was supposed to be able to bring my mom back
TG: assuming i even decided to help the batterwitch out by playing at all
GG: But it turned out you couldn't bring her back. At least not the way you thought.
GG: So what was it that made you finally decide to give it up?
TG: well
TG: thats pretty much what it was
TG: when i first went to lopan i saw my sprite there
TG: so i got out my bottle of momslime and was all ready for the bestest most poignant reunion ever
TG: and thats when the juggalo struck
TG: and i just knew the witch had fucked me over AGAIN
TG: cause what other hag is insane enough to get juggalos to do her dirty biz nigh exclusively???
TG: NO HAGS BUT HER
TG: and i was so pissed and so distraught about that goddamn clown squandering my sprite
TG: so i got crazy drunk and felt the super sorriest for myself i ever did
TG: but little did i know there would be a lovely silver lining to the debacle
GG: Dear, sweet, precious Fefeta!
TG: :3
TG: she became a great friend
TG: and whats more was she told me not to worry
TG: that my mom would be comin anyway and all i had to do was wait a while
TG: and i believed her cause she knew stuff + was THA BEST
TG: so thats when i decided to clean up my act
TG: i didnt want her to meet a sloppy embarrassing mess of a daughter
TG: even if she did like to drink at some point it was kind of a childish idea that doing so myself would make me closer to her or help us bond or whatever
TG: anyway i think i might of overestimated her drinkin habits
TG: she sure didnt look like no drunk
TG: oh!
TG: jane did i mention
TG: i saw her in a dream today!
GG: No!
TG: shes real young tho
TG: like our age
TG: and she looks so pretty and happy
TG: not like a girl w booze challenges
TG: i think her fav color must be orange just like dirk
TG: she was wearin the same sunny orange nighty deal i caught a glimpse of her in v briefly another time
TG: and oh...
TG: she also called me mom?
GG: Huh?
TG: huh is right
TG: u know im really not sure if shes actually my mom
TG: but i do know were totes genetically related somehow
TG: i just think theres more to it than we know
GG: I guess we'll find out!
GG: Whoa...
GG: The whole place was shaking for a moment there.
TG: wut
#homestuck#jane crocker#roxy lalonde#homestuck act 6#page 5815#page 5816#page 5817#page 5818#page 5819#homestuck act 6 act 5#homestuck act 6 act 5 act 1 x2
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GUTS as QSMP
Hey, yall! Quinny back with yet another album breakdown. This time: Olivia Rodrigo's 'guts'
(read below the line <3)
song: all-american bitch
characters/context: jaiden and baghera, general characterization
key lyrics:
“I pay attention to things that most people ignore”
“And I am built like a mother and a total machine. I feel for your every little issue, I know just what you mean”
“I forgive and I forget” (hahaha yeah they forget a few things… like their whole lives!)
“I don't get angry when I'm pissed, I'm the eternal optimist
I scream inside to deal with it, like, "Ah"”
song: bad idea right?
characters/context: foolish about mariana (only in the meme sense, i swear…)
key lyrics:
“Yes, I know that he's my ex but can't two people reconnect? I only see him as a friend. The biggest lie I ever said!”
“And I told my friends I was asleep but I never said where or in whose sheets”
song: vampire
characters/context: baghera about the federation
key lyrics:
“I used to think I was smart but you made me look so naïve. The way you sold me for parts as you sunk your teeth into me!”
“You're so convincing… How do you lie without flinching?”
song: lacy
characters/context: foolish about jaiden and cellbit being the federation’s favorites
key lyrics:
“Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of Hell?”
“Like perfume that you wear, I linger all the time, watching, hidden in plain sight.”
“The sweetest torture one could bear”
“Like ribbons in your hair, my stomach's all in knots. You got the one thing that I want.”
“You poison every little thing that I do”
song: ballad of a homeschooled girl
characters/context: jaiden, general characterization (i kinda wanted to put juana but this is more funny)
key lyrics:
“Cat got my tongue and I don't think I get along with anyone”
“I broke a glass, I tripped and fell. I told secrets I shouldn't tell. I stumbled over all my words.”
“I laughed at the wrong time, sat with the wrong guy. Searchin' "how to start a conversation?" on a website. I talked to this hot guy, swore I was his type, guess that he was makin' out with boys, like the whole night. Everythin' I do is tragic. Every guy I like is gay.” (she’s literally in a qpr with a gay couple but still funny to me)
“Don't let me out at night! I'm shocked I'm still alive!”
song: making the bed
characters/context: dapper, general characterization
key lyrics:
“Want it, so I got it, did it, so it's done. Another thing I ruined, I used to do for fun.”
“I thought it, so I said it, took it 'cause I can. Another day pretendin' I'm older than I am.”
“Push away all the people who know me the best but it's me who's been makin' the bed.”
“And every night, I wake up from this one recurrin' dream where I'm drivin' through the city, and the brakes go out on me. I can't stop at the red light, can't swerve off the road. I read somewhere it's 'cause my life feels so out of control.”
“They're changin' my machinery, and I just let it happen.”
song: logical
characters/context: idk????? Part of me wanted to but fit and spreen but I know nothing about their relationship.
key lyrics:
song: get him back!
characters/context: (i want put 4halo again but i shouldn’t so you are getting nothing. Listen to the song still its a banger)
key lyrics:
song: love is embarrassing
characters/context: badboyhalo and forever
key lyrics:
“And now it don't mean a thing! God, love's f-----g embarrassing”
“And I consoled you while you cried over your ex-girlfriend's new guy. My God, how could I be so stupid?”
“I placed my bets and it's not worth anything. I give up, give up but I keep comin' back for more!”
song: the grudge
characters/context: slime to mariana (i’m mean, sorry! this is in the context of juana)
key lyrics:
“I have nightmares each week about that Friday in May. One phone call from you and my entire world was changed.”
“You took everything I loved and crushed it in between your fingers and I doubt you ever think about the damage that you did but I hold on to every detail like my life depends on it.”
“And I know in my heart hurt people hurt people and we both drew blood, but, man, those cuts were never equal.”
“But even after all this, you're still everything to me and I know you don't care, I guess that that's fine.”
song: pretty isn’t pretty
characters/context: leonardo, especially the day before being taken
key lyrics:
“Bought a bunch of makeup tryna' cover up my face”
“'Cause there's always something missin'. There's always something in the mirror that I think looks wrong
“You can win the battle but you'll never win the war. Fix the things you hated and you'd still feel so insecure.”
song: teenage dream
characters/context: eggs, general characterization
key lyrics:
Pomme - “When am I gonna stop being wise beyond my years and just start being wise?”
Leo - “When am I gonna stop being a pretty young thing to guys?”
Dapper - “When am I gonna stop being great for my age and just start being good?”
Richas - “When will it stop being cool to be quietly misunderstood?”
Tallulah - “And when does wide-eyed affection and all good intentions start to not be enough?”
Dapper - “When will everyone have every reason to call all my bluffs?”
Ramon - “And when are all my excuses of learning my lessons gonna start to feel sad?”
Chayanne - “Will I spend all the rest of my years wishing I could go back?”
JUST IMAGINE THEM SCREAMING THIS LINE:
“Oh, they all say that it gets better. It gets better the more you grow. Yeah, they all say that it gets better. It gets better, but what if I don't?”
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So BOOM,
i noticed some shit in my phone was off for a few weeks. So i figured I’d play cat and mouse. 😈i called my plug and told him to txt me like we fuckin. Crazy shit is he agreed to it cuz his phone was a lil shakey too. So we hang up and start txtin like we fuckin. Callin each other baby and shit.
Last weekend is when it hit da fan. Cuz his girl went through his phone and my fiancé went through my laptop. I was hoping he’d catch somethin he’d been seeing all that shit and he saw the most platonic shit and goes off🤦🏾♀️😒. We handle that and that night i had to get my weed. I went to my plug’s studio and got it and his girl was like you doin anything? Before i knew it we was passin a blunt and drinkin. Luckily my homegirl had cancled on me so i was free till 12:30. Cinderella type shit.
Idk what she put in my drink but after 3 I thought i was ok👌🏾. We needed more roll up and i just got a new pack so i told them i’d go get it out the car. My phone fell on the floor while looking for my purse in the backseat and i turned the lights on in the car and searched. CHILE!!! ended up falling asleep in my car. My plug found me, got me out the car and helped me onto the couch with his girl. Then she bought him something and he splashed cold water in my face! I snapped out of it so quick and had her take me to the bathroom. Threw up like 4 times, cleaned myself the best i could and got tf out. My man was blowing up my phone the whole time i was k-o in the car!!!!!
I GET HOME
And i go straight to the SHOWERRRR!!! I smell like atomic acid and tropicana berry punch. and it was nasty. And i was at work all day before i went out. i be up anywhere from 3-5 AM. And from there i’m up till at least 12PM. Sooo yeah my ass wasn’t too sweet either. in the midst of taking my clothes off i tried to grab the knob and missed. Half asleep in the shower i can hear someone trynna get in the bathroom. I’m like why you not comin in? He like unlock da door. i’m like oh fuck! and unlock the door🤦🏾♀️. This man is understandably PISSED! Baby girl had woken up and it took him 2 hrs to put her back to bed. I took my L. I didn’t mean to go that far with my drinking. That’s where i fucked up. Cuz now he actually think Im cheatin on him. He gon leave me yall lolz
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Teruuu? Wasn't August your boyfriend?
“Yeah, he was.”
#asks#anon#dont know a lot more details than yall do#the lil one just told me he aint comin back and didnt even care t say goodbye#so i guess thats that#august
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Aphrodisiac - Fezco X Reader SMUT
warnings; smut,,,like this shit wild, mentions of drugs, forced drug use,
word count; 1k
summary; you end up under the influence of a very powerful aphrodisiac drug and your boyfriend is there to help you out.
YALL HAVE BEEN BLESSED
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Laurie's drug business was in high spirits due to the recent addition of an aphrodisiac party drug. laced with god knows what and shipped from overseas. the clientele ate it up and now they were hooked. Horny teenagers looking for a good time were a large consumer in Laurie's business. speaking of business it was now more prevalent than ever thanks to Fezco's dealing at various parties. He didn't like dealing the new drug to his customers. he often got into a heated rant to himself how laurie was getting herself into risker business and that could affect him if something ever bad happened.
You really couldn't do much as his girlfriend but sit and listen to him vent his frustration out in times like this. You knew he couldn't get away from laurie and you also knew that he was making good money off from it as well. You tried to reassure him by adding your input even if it didn't seem like a well thought out course of action. "Fezco maybe you could talk to Laurie about your concerns tonight, you know she's nice enough to at least listen." He groaned in annoyance. "Y/N you can't just do that, it's not that simple."
"Sure it is Fez, just talk to her, the worst she could do is well.. say no."
"Or shoot me."
You snorted which turned into a laugh which turned into a coughing fit as the smoke from your blunt burned your throat. You knew he was somewhat correct although his response was rather blunt. That was the big part in why you loved him. His bluntness never failed to make you laugh. Regaining your senses back you resumed your position next to fezco and took a drag from your blunt. "I'll talk to her." you offered nonchalantly. Fezco flicked you in the head and shook his head. "I think the fuck not Y/n. you are not comin' with me tonight n' I don't want you around her." He said seriously.
That was three hours ago. You were now in Laurie's kitchen next to Fezco listening to her and her batshit crazy husband talk about the new strain of party drug they had gotten from a shipment in China. A more potent version of the first aphrodisiac drug that Fezco was being forced to sell. You very soon figured out why Fezco never wanted you around Laurie or her partner as Bruce had pressured you into taking the new drug he was raving about. He had claimed gleefully how it 'really good quality' and how 'you'll thank him later.' You were going to try and say no to him but you knew you didn't want to make anyone in that house slightly pissed off any more than they already were due to Fezco trying to say no for you prior, so you shut up and took the pill.
You were now back in Fezco's house, more specifically in his room, you didn't know how you got here and when you got in his bed but you were there. you were tripping fucking balls as fezco anxiously paced the room. As soon as him and you were done at Laurie's house thirty minutes ago he rushed you to the car and back to the house, running several red lights in the process as you slurred your words in the seat next to him. "Goddamit Y/N I fuckin' told you not to come with me!" He angry yelled as he kept pacing frantically. He only stopped to looked up at you a when you let out a small whimper. He quickly rushed to your side and softly spoke to you with an expression of worry and anxiety on his face. "Talk to me ma, whats wrong." He pleaded.
You could only claw at his shirt in wanton as you whispered needilly about how bad you needed him. "Fezzy.." you whimpered again as you guided his hand towards your clothed pussy and bucked into his palm, looking for friction. He knew what you wanted. No he knew what you needed, and he would never disappoint his girlfriend. "I gotchu mama's don't worry.." Thats all you needed to hear as you crashed your lips against his, you nipped at the bottom of his lip to try and gain access to his mouth but was eventually overtaken by his tongue. you and his tongue wrestled for dominance over each other before you faltered at the subtle touch of his fingers against your ever growing wet spot on your shorts making him win the round.
He was the first to break the kiss, he quickly took off his shirt and pants as you did the same, your eyes never once looking away from each other. Once again you guys were kissing with the same intensity as before, but this time Fezco was aligning his cock with your pussy. You didn't need foreplay and Fezco knew you didn't. The drug amplifying the carnal sexual desire for him was to powerful for you to take it slow. He softly pushed his cock into your pussy but you had other plans as you swiftly wrapped your legs around his waist and dug your heels into him, forcing him further inside. "Shit ma' slow down.." Fezco pleaded as his pelvic bone hit your clit, signifying he was balls deep already in your pussy. You only moaned loudly in response and begged him to move. He groaned and started fucking you at a brutal pace. "Fuck ma' you're a fucking slut.." The lewd sounds of him fucking you with no remorse echoed throughout the room as you fisted the sheets. "Fezco shit you feel s-so fuckin' good." You had barely choked out those words before going back to moaning various curse words and his name on occasion. His thumb ran circles around your clit and in an instant your pussy was clenching down on him, signaling your release. Fezco didn't slow down as he continued after his own high. He only positioned your legs so they were touching your chest now.
Your pussy clenching around his cock was driving you both crazy as you reached another orgasm, his first one following soon after. The new position made his cock reach deeper inside you as he made his final thrust into your wet cunt. The last thing you could feel was his cum dripping out of you and a kiss on your cheek as you drifted into a deep slumber.
Maybe the new drug wasn't so bad after all.
#fezco euphoria#euphoria imagine#euphoria#fezco smut#fezco#fezco x reader#fezco fic#fez euphoria#fez x y/n#euphoria smut#reader insert#one shot#female reader#fezco imagine#fezco fanfic#fez
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𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲
𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐳𝐜𝐨
u and fez was jus kickin it back on the coach, well, he was layin on top of your legs and acted as if he was a blanket for u. typical fez. the two of u were enjoying a new documentary that was recently published on netflix. both him and u adored watching the life of young baby animals. to be real wit u, u never took him for such a soft guy based upon how he presented himself before yall started dating, but thats another story. the two of u planned to spend the rest of ur sunday afternoon, just like this until it was either dinner time, or ash woke up from his much deserved, and long ass nap. that was until a sudden ping erupted from his cellphone.
“want me to check who it is?” u looked down at ur lap to face the red head beneath u.
“nah nah, i got it” he rose up from ur thighs and reached over you to the side table on ur side of the coach.
u shifted back into the arm of the sofa as he looked down at his phone screen.
“betta not be one of yo side bitches” u jokingly whispered under ur breath, but loud enough for him to hear. u loved to tease fez, even though u knew he was the most loyal, and trustworthy guy u’ve ever met.
“and what if it is?” his eyes shift from his phone screen to up ur face w a faint grin on his lips.
“nigga, i’d fuckin kill u. lemme see” u reach out to grab his phone, which u successfully did, surprisingly.
“u wanna tell me who faye is?” u shove his phone in his face for him to see the messages that read:
custer
yo fez
da cops bouta get involved
n shits bouta go down
can faye stay w
yall for a few?
just til shit cools down yk?
yea man
wtv
ight thanks man
she on her way in a cab rn
“so?? who the fuck is she fez?” u shake the phone in front of his face, eargaly waiting for him to tell u why she was gonna be stayin here, and who the fuck she was.
he just sat there wide eye, staring back into ur brown eyes as he tried to find a way to respond.
“shit…” he rubbed his hand at the back of his nearly bald head.
“she custers girl, so she aint nun to worry bout ma.”
he tried to lighten the mood by reassuring u, but that just made u more frustrated.
fezco knew that u would be upset about another girl living up in yalls house, but he jus didnt know how to bring it up since u were in such a good mood, and he didnt wanna ruin that moment u guys shared bonding watching that documentary.
“fuck u mean ‘she aint nun to worry bout’ shes another girl whos apparently gon be livin under this roof.”
“shit, if i’d known u’d be dis upset, i woulda straight up told custer n-“
fez was cut off by u stating ur piece of mind, and boy he was in for a treat.
“yeah but u didnt. u didnt even bother lettin me kno that this chick would be comin up in our house any minute fez. did u even think abt what ash would think bout’ all this?”
it was the jamaican in u that caused u to flare around ur arms whilst u were speaking to let him know just how frustrated u were.
“yo can u jus chill out? lemme explain myself and stop bitchin’ for a sec.”
“u want me to stop bitchin? u know what fez, why dont u go fuck ursel-“
ur response back to fezco was rudely interrupted by the whoosh of the front door opening. yall both broke ur necks to see what the commotion was, and there stood a girl with blond hair, a bloody nose, and big ass lips.
“i didnt do anything!”
she looked like she had been through hell. u kinda felt bad for the girl, but at the same time still had hatred for her.
u decided to stay put on the coach while fez went over to talk over sum rules abt the house with her.
“yo, dont touch nothin, dont talk to ash, and dont go in my fuckin’ room.”
“i promise” she answered while wiping her bloody nose. u wondered how it got bloody in the first place.
“so u just not gon introduce me or?” ur arms were crossed as u questioned fez since u were still annoyed and upset that this nigga aint tell u shit like he promised he would.
as fezco was walkin away from faye to go finish eating his half sandwich at the table, he pointed in the direction of u and then proceeded to introduce u to one another.
“faye, this is my girlfriend, y/n. im sure yall met before”
faye bit into the half sandwich he had offered her a few minutes ago, and then tilted her head to the side.
“no.. i don’t remember meeting anybody with month old box braids”
she then bit into the sandwich again and continued eating as if she hadnt just insulted you.
“who the fuck does this bitch think she was?” u thought to urself. how she gon come marching into ur house and then insult u. this bitch was in need of a beating, thats for one.
“and i don’t remember meeting anybody who thought that ugly ass fillin’ in their lips was givin, goodnite.”
u stormed off into u and fezco’s shared bedroom and slammed the door shut, causing ash to wake up.
he stumbled out of his room and stopped dead in his tracks at the door frame, looking in the direction of faye. she then parted her lips and introduced herself with her monotone voice.
“hi, im faye”
he just glanced over at fez, and without sayin a word walked back into his room, slamming it shut just how u previously did.
fez knew he was just as pissed as u were; his face said it all.
“well somebodies in a mood”
fez just ignored the comment from faye and shook his head with an annoyed expression on his freckled face.
“ma?” fez knocked on the wooden door, before creaking it open and entering yalls bedroom.
he had got faye situated in the room she’d be staying in and warned her not to talk to u until she apologized for the way she rudely spoke to u. he would never let anyone disrespect his girl.
u were wrapped under the cozy sheets u had picked out and brought home as a gift a few weeks back, trying ur best not to sniffle so loudly.
“what u want?”
“i came er to apologize..”
he closed the door behind him and started puttin on his pyjamas, that happened to be the matching set to what u were wearing. fez knew that u were just a big baby under all that thick skin, u just tried ur best not show it even though he could always see right through it.
“i..i dont wanna talk to u”
ur voice ached as u sniffled in between each word u spoke.
“well ima talk to u anyways. u kno’ im used to talkin to people wit out gettin a response back”
he was referring to his grandma who he would occasionally talk to, knowing he wont get a reply from her.
fez slid into the bed and under the blankets which then caused u to instinctively turn from facing ur back to him, to looking him in the eyes. ur eyes were puffy which automatically let him know u had been cryin’ the whole time since u went in there. once again, tears started to fall from ur eyes and he just pulled u closer and let u rest ur face on his chest.
“im so stupid. i shoulda told u everythin’ that was goin on. and asked if u was comfortable wit lettin faye stay er’, im sorry mama.”
he knew better than to attempt to run his fingers though ur braids as u already had ur bonnet on, so he just rubbed circles on ur back.
“u told me u would let me in on these kinda things, u lied to me fez, u lied…”
u tried to push urself away from his chest as u felt anger building up in between those sniffles, but he just held u closer until u started to calm down.
“ima just hug u until u stop poutin’ so we can cuddle, cus i kno yo ass wants to”
u smirked into his chest, but he didnt know that. u just gave him a quick and sarcastic reply.
“shut up..”
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2/3 Eren Yeager (Smut Warning!)
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That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!
The screenshot sound was pretty loud as your back went up and down like a roach sprayed with raid. The male on the other side of the phone laughing his ass off. Well, he wasn't the only one.. but he's the one who took the screenshot.
"Delete that shit, don't put it on Instagram Connie!" Your pretty face was immediately in the camera's view. Your eyes a little wide at the fact that you were caught off guard. But at the same time, you let yourself go in front of the group. That's your wrong doing. But it made them smile nonetheless.
The people who were on the call at the moment were Connie, Jean, and Sasha. The rest were either too bothered to be in such a crackhead group, or they were busy.. probably the first one. Anyways, everyone in first period happened to be your friend, they were all different but they adored you nonetheless... even Annie... she just hides hers pretty well. Anyways, It's almost the end of senior year already and the bond is hard to break..
"That's my favorite song, you can't be catchin a hoe off guard.." you scolded the bald male who still happened to be laughing. His controller in his hand since he was playing nba2k. Jean was also playing but at the moment he was trying to figure out what you were doing.. and he's mad he didn't see..
"What did she do now?!"
"She was throwing her back out of place!" Sasha muffled out as she was stuffing her cheeks with a Hershey chocolate bar. She was also watching Hell's Kitchen on her tv, you could hear it.
"Daddy Jean aint need to hear all that.." you playfully spoke as you bit your lip at him. It was obvious he liked you, not to the point where he wanted a relationship though.. he's just a bit of a man whore.
Though everytime you mumble a 'Daddy Jean' , he's all for it. That's yo bitch.
After a bit of a pause of talking, Connie had picked up his phone and you were now cleaning the table that was in your room. The last time you were in this room, you didn't even have time to clean... Your father was screaming for you to hurry.
Let's explain, this weekend, you are visiting Hange, your mother . She missed you so she invited you to stay for a few days. Today is Friday so you have the whole weekend with her. She had planned Saturday and Sunday. Not to mention, Monday is a holiday so no school.
"Hey guys... uh Armin and Eren having a party.. y'all comin?"
All while Sasha said yes, along with Jean.. you were still jamming to 2-pac spitting his shit. Your hand movements not going unseen by the three on your phone. So in result of not having a response from you, Connie screamed oh so suddenly which caused you to jump pretty high.
"What the Fuck is yo problem!? You bein held by gunpoint nigga?" Your voice showing 1% concern as you moved closer to the phone on your dresser and you stared into it.. quite surprised still.
"(Y/n)... you makin my hair fall out..." Connie spoke as he gave a sarcastic smile and... wow it was hard for everyone to suppress their laughter... your face would turn purple instead of red though..
"Ight~... watchu want?..."
"Eren-"
"Oooh, Eren.." you spoke in interest, your long eyelashes fluttering. This however made Jean and Connie 'throw up' at the same time. All while you rolled your (e/c) eyes.
"Yall do too much-.. and Jean, stay in yo game ight?.. befo I come through the screen and punch-"
"Eren havin a party.. are you going..?"
Tilting your head in slight disbelief that Connie interrupted you. Your eyes rolled as you looked to the side. Obviously leading them on, but at the same time they knew that Hange will let you go...
"Fine. But somebody pickin me up.. and Sasha cuz boo-boo can't drive worth a dime.."
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As much as you hated it, you sat uncomfortably in the dodge... Ugh... It's just something about you and dodge's. The cars radiate fuck boy energy, and guess who happened to be driving this car? Jean..
Though he let you sit in the passenger seat just because. Your eyes staring out the window as you messed with the stockings you had on. They were in a bit of a web, that was the design. You also had on a plaid skirt and this crop top with some white platforms. Oh you looked scrumptious.
The person who put this outfit together in the first place was Hange.
"Baby Jean, you need a new car... cuz-"
"It radiates Fuck boy energy.. you said it the first time you ever saw it... I know.." Jean pouted as he continued to drive to Eren's house. Who was shared with Armin. The two always lived together, some speculated that they were... sparkle sparkle.. gay.. but they aren't.. not that you would've minded.. it just would've been a bummer.
"(Y/n)... Didn't Your father take your car away...?"
Glaring back at Connie, who was wearing a white shirt with black pants and some timbs. You rolled your eyes and looked through your window again.
"Yeah but my car is a Mitsubishi.."
The neighborhood around these parts were quite pretty. Just like where you lived with your dad. But at the same time you were confused as to how Eren and Armin could afford such a place. The first thing popping in your mind being. Drug dealer and then you thought about what Sukihana said about dating them...
That's probably why Levi didn't want you around him... Yeah.. This whole senior year has been Levi making sure Eren doesn't sit beside you... nor have a project with you... It's like he barely existed at first. Though you always had these ways to talk to him. He's not even that bad.. he's quite the hottie and he knows what to say... he's just a flirt, and you edge him on every time...
"(Y/n)! Can you come with me to find the food?"
Snapping out of those thoughts of Eren, you didn't even realize Jean had already parked. A small 'mhm' coming from your throat as you opened the car door. Everyone else doing the same. Lord it was a bunch of people out here. People were outside and inside which was baffling honestly.
A soft hand touched your wrist and started to drag you towards the house door. It was Sasha, her mouth almost watering for something to eat. She told Eren to make sure there was extra cheese in the fridge for her. Hidden... and lo and behold when you both shimmied through the crowd, the cheese was in the fridge. Her eyes beaming as she grabbed some chips as started eating like it was her last meal, nothing out of the ordinary.
"This music actually hits..." you spoke out to nobody in particular as your hips started to move ever so gently. Though as nice as your body was, it looked more seductive than anything. Popping one of those chips into your mouth as your hips continued to wine ever so gently.
The looks you were getting, not only lustful but want... The way your long dreads just complimented your look had only made it worse. The second you decide to stop, it seemed like everyone stopped looking at you. In slight despair that you'd stopped. Though one individual in particular was continuing to stare...
His hand, wrapped around the cup as he'd sipped at the liquid inside. The black ring on his middle finger caused his hand to look hotter than it already was. He had these prominent veins that would just look so pretty on your brown skin...
"She likes you too..." the blonde that was a tad bit shorter spoke to his childhood friend, Eren.
"What makes you say that..." lord, somehow over all this music, and his low tone... you could still feel the vibration of Eren's voice. Just glancing from the kitchen as Eren was sitting on the couch in the living room. Leaning back like he owned the place... well he did.
Fine ass..
Giving him a bit of a stare, your glossy lips curved into a smirk as you glanced at him up and down. All before turning your attention back to your friend who was having the time of her life eating...
"So Sash.. what's up with you and Connie...? Yall gon date.. or-"
"(Y/n)!"
"My bad.. my bad.. I just wanted to know"
The party was a bit lively, more than anything since this is a longer weekend. So everyone was happy.. including you because they were playing your favs. So of course your body started to move again. That skirt of yours being a paid actress in helping you look more hot. Though, what you did not expect was someone coming up behind you...
Now that's nasty..
You whipped your head around about to give them an earful... though... you saw that smexy... face and you looked kinda shocked...
"Oh..." you choked out before turning your head again.. Eren's evil little smirk had caught you off guard. It boosted his confidence even more that you didn't feel the need to even move away from him. His hands slithering onto your full hips.
Man, he was really risking everything this time... considering your father is.. Levi...
This however was thrown out of the window because of the fact that you could feel Eren's... crotch against that thick form of yours. That little smirk on your face only widening as you started to gently rub against him, your back bending over somewhat.
His long brown hair then started to ever so gently fall in front of his face as his greenish eyes stared hard into your body. That harsh little grip on your waist made you feel all different types of high. Gawd.
"You like that huh...? I know.." your cute, but seductive voice made Eren chuckle just a tad. It causing you to almost choke on those words.. This man didn't need to TRY to be hot... he was already smexy.
His hands then started to travel up your body to your arms and he gently pulled you up towards him, your back against his scrumptious chest. All you could do was open your mouth a bit, quite surprised that he wanted to be this close with you.
"Eren... You a lil close... you needa tell me sum?"
The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself... it was new to Eren when he first met you.. but he got used to it real quick and he noticed he wanted something he never knew existed.. and that was you.
"Can't tell you here... but I can tell you in the bedroom..." Eren purred out, his voice smooth as a babies skin, smooth as butter. It caused you to tingle, the female between your legs wanting that more than anything.
Biting your glossy lips, the room started to become hotter than it already was. The people who were in the house started to pile out of the main and started to go outside. It was quite cold outside as well, but the party continues.
"Where the hell is (Y/n)..." Jean spoke to himself as he watched Connie and Sasha become drunks in two seconds. It was obvious he himself could not drink since he is the driving parent tonight.. but he now had nothing to do... he's just wondering where... you are..
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"S-..Shit Eren~..."
The (f/c) nails you had were now digging into Eren's muscular arms as his lips caressed your neck. The seductive kisses making dark marks on your brown, beautiful skin.
Your head being thrown back onto the soft black pillow as your pretty toes curled. Feeling Eren's slender fingers inside of your pussy. His intimidating green eyes watching your every expression, every move. Seeing that your crop top was already rolled up over your pretty chocolate mound breasts that were covered with your bra.
"E-Eren, s-stahp..." choking that out, you could hear the loud rip of your stockings when Eren moved his hand out of them. The wetness of your brown pussy lips being known pretty well when Eren's fingers slid your panties to the side.
"You don't want me to stop... huh...?"
"N-No.."
The electricity shocked through you when you watched Eren stare down into your eyes. Lust and want, all in them as his key necklace dangled in front of your face ever so gently.
His shirt immediately being discarded as he watched your pussy pulse from his fingers being pulled away from it. It was amazing to him how much you wanted him.. it was amazing... it ran something through him...
All you could see was his muscular frame, his hands to match as he easily tore through your bra. Watching the way your breasts fumbled out of the cups. He never seen a black woman's breasts before.. but it couldn't get any better than this though.. is what he thought.
"Daddy~... don't stare at em..." you pouted playfully before licking your glossy lips. Just running your fingers up Eren's arms as you eventually made your way up to his luscious hair. Running your fingers through the locks. Pulling him down ever so gently to finally get that kiss you wanted.
Eren's eyes glowed when he felt your soft lips, the lip gloss giving him this taste of lovely. His lips tasted of some sugar, kinda made you wonder what was in his cup before this.
The wetness of Eren's tongue touching yours as the both of you withered in this naughty, sloppy kiss. Something you both weren't supposed to do.... It was fun, crazy... scary..
"You act all bad outside of the bedroom huh... but you ain't ever have someone touch you..." Eren teased gently, in a whisper against your lips. His hand gripping your chin as he stared at your innocent looking face. Gently spitting all nastily into your mouth and you moaned out seductively. Swallowing it so easily..
"Show daddy you'll be able to take it..."
Eren's cock was so hard in his pants, it being unzipped by him and his underwear was now restricting his release. His eyes staring at your pretty pussy, the wet, pink insides were bright and untouched. Though his pale cock was eager to invade it.
"I-.. I can take it daddy..." your whimpers echoed In Eren's ears as he pushed his underwear down. Your knees being pushed to your chest as you felt Eren's stare. The plaid skirt you had was still on, so you tried to cover your pretty pussy with it.
"Stop... don't hide now.." Eren scoffed out as he gripped under your thighs, the underside of his cock rubbing up and down your wet and gooey pussy.
"Hold your legs... don't move.."
It was so demanding, your pussy clenching already as the wetness dripped down to your other hole. Your pretty, long nails visible to Eren as you held your legs as tightly as you could. Knowing Eren's cock was a monster. You could see it... right between your legs.. right between your brown pussy lips.. the contrast was unbelievable..
"F-Fuck!! Eren~~ ow~" the way your painted toes curled gave Eren a shiver of excitement. Your back arching ever so slightly as your virgin hole was taken away from you. Squeezing tightly around Eren's experienced cock.
"Shh.. it's Ight.. take it babydoll.." Eren's whisper was gentle and sincere as his thumb started to gently rub at your clit. Causing you to swallow your spit, though it spilled out. What also spilled out is your loud whimper. Your legs staying wide open for him as your hand slowly slid up his muscular structure.
"It's .. i-it's so big..."
Hearing these whimpers and words spill from your throat, Eren couldn't help but take his hand and wrap it around your throat. Causing your breath to be taken away oh so suddenly when Eren snapped his hips forward even more.
"Fuck!" Your moan could probably be heard outside as your breasts bounced from the impact. Eren's smirk wide as he felt the tightness of your insides. His necklace going back and forth ever so gently as his pelvis started to clap against you. The feeling was so foreign to you, having someone ram into you like this. But it was Eren... it wasn't just 'someone'..
Your (f/s) scent was powering against Eren's own scent. The feeling of Eren's cock was starting to really take a toll on you..
"A-Ahgh..."
Eren's cock was being enclosed so tightly, you just wet up his Dick so well.. he was starting to become obsessed.. more than he already was.
"Daddy's. little. pussy..." his deep voice echoed in your ears as he started to get a bit faster. Your breasts bouncing even more as Eren made sure that skirt was moved out the way. He wanted to make sure to see everything. His hand squeezing harder at your throat. It was keeping you firm against the bed, like a little fuck doll...
"I-it's your pussy Eren~"
Curling those pretty toes again, you could feel the bubbles in your lower region. The craziest orgasm you've ever experienced... just tip toeing to the tippy top. All you could muster was a pathetic whine. Your eyes watering up behind your long eyelashes.
"I'm-.. I'm cumming..." Your voice was so weak, it sounded like you were passing out almost. Just rolling your eyes back as the bed frame started to hit the wall. Your pussy gushing more than usual as the white cum started to coat Eren's cock a little.
"Shit... yeah~..." Eren growled under his breath, watching you come undone on his pale cock. Your thicker form was just so adorable, looking all bent up. Your locs scattered around ever so softly.
It was like he was fucking a goddess...
Eren was between harsh and soft, his manhandling ways were shown easily by the way he pulled out quickly and turned you over. Your plump ass shaking like jello as his cock easily slipped inside once again.. filling you up for the second time. God you just couldn't wait till you could feel his cum...
"Imma Fuck you till you turn dumb..." Eren spoke harshly as his long fingers gripped at some of your locs. Pulling them and wrapping them around his wrist somewhat. Gaining all control over you and your own body...
He wasn't playing either...
(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2
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(never) lucky
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pairing: (eventual) clyde logan x reader
wordcount: 4.9k (a lot ik but im not sorry)
warnings: mentions of terminal illness.
a/n: WELL HI. i would like to first apologize for it taking me this long to update this fic. like actually i am sO sorry. secondly, i’m not sure about this one. i don’t know if i like it and its not beta-ed and yaknow. ya girl is an amatuer. anyway. love yall, and enjoy. i would love any and all feedback on this baby fic of mine and im excited to be updating again.
The phone had barely rung two times before you answered, thumb punching the accept call button as soon as you glanced at the caller ID. Pulling the phone up to your ear, you looked ahead at the cornfields and the open road in front of you. Your mom’s crackly voice filled your ears.
“Darlin’,” she sighed on the other end. So, she’d gotten your message. You thought to yourself.
Mentally, you kicked yourself for giving her any notice in the first place. You knew she’d try to talk you out of it, like she had successfully done the previous two times you’d tried moving back home.
“You got out, honey.” she’d say. “You got to do what I never did. You went to college, you got your degree, you moved to the city. Don’t throw that away. There ain’t nothin’ for you here.”
And after your Gramma’s first stroke, it had worked, no matter how guilty you felt for being states away while she recovered.
It had been a minor stroke, the summer before your junior year of college. Not fatal, or with too many lasting health complications, but it had been enough to scare you. It had been enough to scare you into almost dropping out of college and moving home, but your mother and grandmother had insisted that you go back after she’d begun the road to recovery.
Of course, that wasn’t the only reason you decided to go back, a small voice in the back of your head whispered. Two dark brown eyes danced in your mind's eye; freckles scattered sparsely across tan cheeks, the deep rumble of a laugh, the crackle of a tape on an old car radio. You dispelled it before you allowed your mind to wander further.
That’s in the past. You insisted, chastising that quiet voice trying to bring up old ghosts. You wouldn’t let your mind go there again. He left. You reminded yourself, instead resolving to focus on the road in front of you, and the nagging voice of your mother in your ear.
She sighed your name.
“I told you not to come, honey. This is the whole reason we were going to wait so long to tell you–”
“I’m already on the road, mom.” You interrupted her. “I moved out earlier this week, and I’m already on my way home. No use in trying to change my mind on this when it’s already done.”
For the first time in what seemed like forever, you were met with radio silence; Your mother was speechless. There’s a beat of silence before she speaks again. Secretly, inside you’re smug. You’ve managed to outsmart her.
“You’re on the road right now?” She asked in that familiar disapproving short tone.
“As we speak,” you shifted, holding the wheel with one hand and slouching in your seat. Your mother sighed again.
“Stop that,” she said, displeasure evident in her voice.
“Stop what, mama? Driving?”
“Stop sounding so smug,” She scolded in that tone that all mothers have perfected, before addressing you by your full name. “This is gonna upset your Gramma. The last thing she wanted was you puttin’ your whole life on hold for this.”
“‘For this?’” You asked in disbelief. “Mama, I can’t believe you waited a whole month to tell me the cancer was back in the first place! As if it was none of my business!”
You could practically hear her eye-roll through the phone.
“Now don’t be ridiculous.” She simpered. “We didn’t wanna upset you is all. And we certainly didn’t want you doin’ something so rash, like this.”
You rolled your eyes. This woman was impossible.
“I’d been considering leaving for a long time. This was just the final nail in the coffin. It was a long time comin’.”
“But you seemed so happy--” she countered.
“I don’t care! I deserve to know if my grandma is dying or not, and you have no right to keep it from me!”
You were met with silence. It was your turn to sigh.
“I’m sorry,” she conceded softly. “I shouldn’t have kept it from you. I was just scared of something like this happening. You can’t expect me to believe that this whole thing didn’t cause you to up and move home out of the blue.”
“I know, mama, but it’s the truth. I wouldn’t make such a big decision like this out of the blue. I’m not a child.” You paused, before continuing, “I put in my notice weeks ago. I’ve missed home. A lot. The city is…so loud. And there are no mountains near Chicago. The land is so flat, and–”
“I know baby, I know.” You could hear her shuffling around on the other end of the line. She was no doubt calling from the landline in the kitchen at the old house. Thinking of it, your heart yearned. You missed it so much.
“It’s just that this was your dream, baby. And I just know your Gramma’s gonna blame herself for you giving that up.”
“Mom, I’m not giving anything up,” you emphasized the last part, trying to get it through her head. “I still have my dreams, Chicago just wasn’t it. It took me a while to realize that, but I have. And I have no idea where I wanna go or what I wanna do next, but I do know that I miss home. I was planning on coming back even before I found out.”
“Alright,” she began, but you wouldn’t let her continue. You needed to get this out.
“And, that combined with the fact that Gramma’s cancer is back means there’s nothin’ you can do to stop me.”
“Alright,” she sighed on the other line. “I suppose there’s nothin’ I can do about it now. How did you find out in the first place? You never mentioned in that hysterical voicemail you left–”
“I had reason to be hysterical, don’t you think? Findin’ out from Jimmy Logan and all.”
“Jimmy Logan?” she asked in surprise. “Now what were you doin’ talkin’ to him? Did he finally buck up and get a cell phone?”
“Yes, he did,” you chuckled, “Mellie finally convinced him. Anyway, after she helped him get his contacts in order, the first thing he did was give me a ring, saying how sorry he was to hear about Gramma bein’ sick again.”
“But how? I didn’t even tell Jimmy Logan. The only people we told were the ladies in prayer group.”
You laughed.
“Oh, you know how word gets around. Jimmy heard it from Earl at the hardware store, who heard it from Irene, who heard it from her momma, who, if I’m not mistaken, is in your prayer group.”
“Well,” your mother huffed. “I suppose that is how it goes. I’ll tell you one thing, your Gramma will be happy to see you, no matter the circumstance.”
“I know,” you sighed, glad that the air was at least a little cleared between you. You were still hurt that she’d kept something as important as your Gramma’s illness from you, but you understood where she was coming from. She just wanted what was best for you, wanted you to have everything she didn’t.
“Speaking of the Logans,” your mom said. “Have you told her you’re coming home?”
You laughed into the phone.
“Yes, Mellie knows I’m coming home.” You were surprised that she’d even assumed you hadn’t told the youngest Logan about your returning. She’d kill you if you didn’t.
“Good. I know she’s missed you. Last week while she was doin’ my hair, she told me a girl’s weekend every few months and a phone call just wasn’t cutting it.”
Mellie’s face flashed in your mind, and the feeling of dread at returning home started to dissipate. She had that effect on you; Ever since you met nearly 20 years earlier. You smiled, as your mind drifted back to then.
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You’d never imagined coming to a new school would ever be this hard. You’d expected it to be like how you’d seen it happen in TV shows or books or those kids movies you liked so much; Where after a rocky start with school bullies, the new kid fell in with the perfect group of friends and everything was fine. That was what you’d anticipated: The melodrama, the excitement. What you hadn’t expected was the monotony and loneliness.
Entering the third grade in october–two and a half months into the term–was never easy. At least that’s what your grandma had told you, and her being your grandma, you were inclined to believe her.
“It’s not gonna be easy,” she’d told you. “And kids can be real mean, darlin’. Especially when you’re new and they don’t know you. But, you just show them how kind, and special, and smart, and funny you are, and you won't have a single problem fittin’ in.”
And you’d expected it to be that easy. And, boy were you wrong.
On your first day at Daniel Boone Elementary, you’d expected to be met with a little wariness (what with being the new kid and all), but had hoped, in the end, to make at least one new friend to tell your mom and grandma about when you got off the bus and went home. Instead, you got the usual strange introduction to the class by your new teacher, and that was that. No kids even came up to talk to you. You ate your PB&J sandwich alone at lunch, and spent recess alone on the swings.
The following months went by in a similar manner: no new friends in sight. All the girls in your class were either too preoccupied with your hand-me-down clothes to play with you, or too shy to. And the boys wanted nothing to do with the weird new girl with too-knobby knees and too-big teeth because even if you liked the exact same things as them, you were still a girl, and that meant you had cooties.
So, at home you’d drift away and pass your time the only time you knew how: through stories. Whether it be babysitters’ club books or PBS kids documentaries on your grandma’s old box TV, your head was always in the clouds. You’d be cryptic when your grandma or mom would ask about school, and they’d begun to notice. Before the snow came and the world froze over for winter, you’d also begun to explore the property behind your grandma’s house, getting lost in nature as you used to.
By spring, your grandma was at a standstill.
The snow was thawing, and after a winter indoors, she was at her wits end. She could recognize a depressive episode when she saw one, and the fact that she was seeing it in you, her eight-year-old granddaughter, made her heart break all the more.
She had been just about ready to call an intervention with the school’s principal and psychologist when it happened. You met the person who would change your life.
You’d met Mellie Logan once before, roughly a month after your arrival in Boone County, when you were still new enough to be considered the least bit interesting at Daniel Boone Elementary. She was a year older than you and about a head shorter, with the same shade of rich brown hair as the older boy you’d recognized her sit with on the bus; Her brother, Jimmy Logan who was a middle schooler, but not the least bit embarrassed to sit by his little sister on the ride home, tugging playfully on her braids. She was in Ms. Granfell’s class down the hall, with whom your class shared a recess and lunch time, along with some of the 6th graders.
It had been on the bus that you’d had your brief first encounter with Mellie Logan. She and about five other kids got off a few stops before yours, down Elm street, and rather than the fact that she had one older brother, that was about all you knew about the girl, and that was all the thought you’d given to her.
The encounter was a small one: your backpack had been in the aisle as the kids filed in from the school at the end of a school-day in early November and she’d muttered a quiet “pardon me,” as she passed you to her usual seat at the back of the bus where her brother was already seated, and that was that. You barely knew her.
Now, though, as you sat in the school principal’s office, bright fluorescent lights shining over the deep mahogany desk, you felt that all of that was going to change. Mellie sat beside you, eyebrows knit together obstinately as she stared directly ahead of her at the clock on the opposite wall, frowning.
It read: 1:23.
You sighed. That meant that you were missing library time with the rest of your class while being holed up in here, waiting while the principal made calls to each of your parents that they had to come pick you up and discuss the incident. Your stomach sunk in annoyance as you crossed your arms and slumped down further into the armchair next to Mellie.
Great, now they have even more of a reason to think I’m weird, you thought to yourself.
That was the last thing you needed. You were already having a hard time fitting in in the first place, with kids making faces at you and snickering when it was your turn to answer a question or read aloud to the class. You didn’t need to be known as the weird new girl who’d also gotten into a fight with a fourth grader.
You groaned in realization that that was exactly what you’d be known as from now on. You ran a hand over your face. And just wait until your mom found out, until your Gramma found out.
Your life was over.
At that, Mellie looked over at you, her formerly sour expression turned questioning at your sudden outburst.
“What’s the matter with you?” she asked, moving to sit on her hands. Her legs were swinging back and forth off of the edge of the seat of the chair. She looked more bored than anything else, which was wild to you, considering the insane amount of trouble you both were about to be in the moment both of your parents walked through that door.
You looked at her like she was insane, her freckled face a picture of nonchalance, and sighed. Your heart was at the pit of your stomach as you watched the small round clock tick by, each second drawing closer to what was bound to be the end of your eight years on this planet.
You hadn’t intended to get involved. You really hadn’t. But when you’d seen the trampled, embarrassed look in his brown eyes, you didn’t know what else you could do.
It was, surprisingly, not in your nature to be confrontational at this point in your life. Though you’d later grow to be quite the headstrong person, the years spent walking around on eggshells with Keith had taken a toll on your personality. You liked to avoid conflict with even your family, nevertheless with the mean fourth graders you’d always hear snickering at people during lunchtime. But when you’d heard them picking on the lanky boy with messy dark hair something within you had snapped.
It was breakfast for lunch day, aka: the best day of the week, and when the bell rang signaling the beginning of lunchtime you moved as fast as your legs could carry you to the cafeteria.
You stepped into the line behind a tall, lanky boy who had to be at least a few years older than you. You recognized him from your bus; He lived on the same street as Mellie and her brother, and like you, always sat by himself on the bus. You thought that he was probably the only kid who was as quiet as you. In fact, you weren’t sure you’d ever even heard the stoic boy utter a word in the month and a half you’d spent riding home with him. His face always seemed to stay the same too, you’d noticed.
Not that you’d been watching him, you lied to yourself.
Right now, though, the boy smiled at you as you came up behind him. A tight-lipped, shy one at that, but his dark eyes shone with genuine kindness that you were almost too flustered to know what to do. Such kindness, even small ones like this, had been few and far between in your time in Boone County. It’d been lonely, and this little boy’s smile made it feel a little less so. A part of you wondered if this town had been similarly lonely for him too. You smiled back.
The sound of giggling broke you from your blatant staring at the boy in front of you. Two girls had entered the line behind you. You didn’t know their names, but you recognized them from the time you had spent people-watching during your month or so of eating alone. The taller one was blonde, with long straight hair and thick braces covering her teeth as she smiled right past you and to the boy standing in front of you. Her counterpart was shorter and a bit stouter, with short pin-curls that practically stuck to her hair. Your stomach dropped as you took in the looks on both of their faces. Their smiles were anything but kind as they looked right through and onto the boy who was oblivious to what was coming.
You weren’t though. Just last week, you’d the pair of girls push a little girl in your class off of the monkey bars for “taking their spot,” when you knew for a fact that that girl had been there for all of recess already. Before that, you’d seen them ridicule another girl for her new haircut that had come out much shorter than expected until she cried. These were two girls you knew not to cross, and here they were, sights set on the boy in front of you whose name you didn't even know. And you were caught in the middle of it.
“Uhm, excuse me?” The blonde girl asked, reaching across you and tapping the boy on the shoulder. Her face was twisted in barely held-in laughter, while beside her, her friend’s face held an identical.
The boy turned, eyes wide and curious. Kind. Obviously unaware of exactly how nasty these two could be.
“Y-yeah?” He asked, voice cracking when he stuttered. The blonde looked over to her friend and then back at him.
“Your name’s Clyde, right?” She asked, head tilting.
“Uhm, yeah, tha’s right.” He smiled, bashful. Ears twinged red.
Clyde. That was the boy’s name. It fit him, you thought.
Her friend popped in. “Say, ain’t you a Logan?” She asked, face spread in what seemed like a kind smile.
Something you didn’t buy. You thought as you grabbed an orange from the selection of fruit.
“Yes ma’am,” he said, moving down the line. He picked up a strawberry milk carton before moving further down where the french toast sticks were. You continued to eavesdrop, feeling the most awkward you had in a while as the conversation continued with you, quite literally, in the middle of it.
“Well, Clyde Logan,” the blonde continued, reaching for an identical carton of strawberry milk. Her face was smug. “There’s something Quinn and I have been meaning to ask you for a while now.”
“What’s that?” he asked, curious. He looked at her, eyes open and welcoming and you dreaded the next words that were going to come out of her mouth. It wasn’t gonna be good.
“We were just wondering,” she snorted halfway through, hand coming to her mouth. “Sorry, we were just wondering if you’d done something to upset your momma?”
He chuckled awkwardly, obviously confused, and flicked some dark hair behind his ear. “Pardon me?” he asked, brows furrowed.
“Oh, nothin’. It’s just you had to have done something to have earned a haircut like that.”
Beside her, her friend had given up on controlling her laughter. Wheezing, her friend–Quinn–interjected.
“Or maybe your hairdresser hates you? What did you do to make someone let you walk out of the house like that?” She giggled.
“Don’t be silly, Quinn. The Logans can’t afford a hairdresser. It had to have been his momma. I mean, really Clyde, you had to have done somethin’ bad.” The blonde chimed in again.
“Although, maybe it’s not the haircut, Heather.” Quinn piped in casually, serving herself french toast. “That’s not fair to his momma. It’s those ears. They stick out like a sore thumb.”
“Mhm,” the blonde, heather, nodded. “I think you’re right. And his nose. It's so big. That’s what makes you so unfortunate looking. Not the hair at all.”
Clyde looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Surprise coloring his features, the smallest frown upon his lips.
“Or , you know what,” Heather considered, piling bacon onto her lunch tray. “It’s probably that curse your sister wouldn’t shut up about last year. What’d she call it?”
“The Logan Family Curse.” Quinn chimed in. Heather laughed.
“That must be it!” She giggled in that snotty, preteen way. “Who knew that the Logan family curse was being cursed with bein’ uglier than a mud fence!”
“Or having ears the size of Dumbo’s.”
Looking over at Clyde, you saw his eyes glassy with unshed tears as he looked down at his lunch tray. Crestfallen. It sent white hot anger surging through your chest, and before you could register it, you were turning to face the two girls beside you in line.
“Just because he has straight teeth and you don’t doesn’t mean you have to be mean.” You glared at her. Her smug face morphed into one of anger as her eyes hardened into a glare.
“Excuse me?” she asked. Beside her, Quinn’s eyebrows rose to her hairline.
“You heard me, brace-face.” You stood your ground, glaring right back at her. She gasped at the insult, not ready for a taste of her own medicine. An identical look of horror crossed her companion’s face. From behind you, you heard a familiar high voice call out.
“Clyde? Where are you–” Mellie looked confused, her eyes following the lanky, dark-haired figure racing out of the cafeteria, leaving his lunch tray deserted in line next to you. Her gaze hardened as she looked over at you and the two girls in line. She stomped over, arms crossed.
“What did you say to him?” She demanded, looking between you three. When no one spoke up, she asked again, louder.
“What did you say to my brother?” She seethed. Heather looked at Quinn, an amused smirk on her face.
“Oh, you mean Dumbo?” She asked.
“Nothing–we just gave him some beauty advice,” Quinn descended into the same annoying laughter as her friend.
What happened next was a blur to you. There was a hand in someone’s hair, another pushing someone's shoulder, and the sound of a hand smacking against someone’s face. You were pushed backwards–by who, you didn’t know–and your half-full lunch tray came down on top of you, covering you in scrambled eggs and syrup. Heather screeched like a banshee, and Quinn started crying. A lunch monitor ran over to break it up, and before you knew it, Heather was being sent to the nurse and you and Mellie to the principal’s office.
Which brings you to now.
You sat, smelling of eggs and syrup, and waiting for your life to end. After a few minutes of silence, you looked to the scrappy, brooding girl next to you.
“Did you have to hit her?” You asked, breaking the silence. Scoffing, she turned to look at you.
“Uhm, yeah I had to hit her.” She spat out incredulously. “She was makin’ fun of my big brother. You don’t let people mess around with your kin.”
“But–” you began before she interrupted you, seemingly not hearing you at all. That was something you’d grow to find out was a habit of hers whenever she talked about something she was passionate about.
“And I’d do it again, too,” she said, stubbornly. “I don’t care what Mrs. Findlay says. If you ask me, Heather Campbell had it comin’ and needed to be knocked down a few pegs. I’m only sad I got caught.”
Her matter-of-fact made you giggle a little bit. After all, you couldn’t disagree with her; You’d seen Heather and Quinn unleash their wrath before. Many times in the short time you’d been in town. They needed to be put in their place. And you were glad you’d had at least a small part in doing it, even if it did put a target on your back and was bound to make your life hell indefinitely.
“I am sorry you got involved, though,” Mellie said. “It ain’t fair you got roped into all a’ my trouble-makin’.”
You chuckled a bit.
“Nah,” you sighed. “Before you walked up, I did say some pretty nasty things to them. I guess I deserved it.”
Mellie, looking surprised at that, snorted.
“You?” she asked, eyes wide in apparent disbelief. “You said somethin’ to Heather Campbell?”
“What's that supposed to mean?” you asked, brows furrowed. “And yes, I’ll have you know, I did say something to her.”
“Nothin’.” Mellie said, “it’s just that in all the time you’ve been here, I ain't heard you speak but about two times.”
“I couldn’t let her talk to him like that when he didn’t do nothin’ to deserve it.” You said. “Besides, I was tired of hearin’ her run her mouth all the time and no one sayin’ anything.”
“Well alrighty then.” She said.
A beat of silence passed, the only sound being the ticking of the clock. Then, “what did you say to her?”
You snorted.
“I called her brace-face.” You admitted sheepishly. Beside you, Mellie howled in laughter and after a moment, you joined her.
“You know,” she said pensively, smiling at you, all trace of a sour mood gone, “I think we’re gonna be good friends.”
You smiled back at her, the first real one in a while.
“Me too.” And you meant it.
𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁
Your mother’s voice snapped you back to reality.
“And what about him?” she asked carefully, words thick with meaning. “Does he know you’re comin’ back?”
You sighed. “Mama, why would he know I was coming back? Why would he care I’m coming back?”
“Darlin’, I didn’t mean it like that–”
“He didn’t bother telling me when he came back. I had to find out from Mellie, a month after the fact.” You continued, that familiar white-hot feeling in your chest resurfacing. “Besides, I’m sure Mellie mentioned it to him. She’d have to if he’s gonna continue this disappearing act of his.”
“That’s not fair, baby, and you know it.” She scolded, ever the mother. It didn’t matter that you were twenty-five, she’d always put you in your place when it came down to it. “He’s been through a lot.”
“I’m sure he has,” you agreed half-heartedly.
“And–”
“--Not that I’d know about it! He hasn’t spoken so much as a word to me in years. Not for lack of trying on my part either, you know that mom.”
“I know, baby, I know,” she said. This was a conversation you’d had before. And no matter how many times you did, she’d always brought up the same points.
And now, Clyde Logan had been home for six months, but felt like a ghost. Your family hadn’t heard a thing from him. According to your cousin Zach, Jimmy had wanted to throw a coming-home party for him, but had canceled it last minute.
You knew better than to ask Mellie about it. She was your best friend, yes, but you wouldn’t put her in that position. You wouldn’t make her choose sides or play middle-man between you and her brother. And she knew better than to bring it up with you, too. She saw her brother’s idiocy, and, more importantly, she saw how hurt you were after all that had happened. So, Clyde generally wasn’t brought up between the two of you. Not in great detail, anyway. No matter how much you knew she had to reign herself in over it. Your best friend was a fixer at heart, and that instinct didn’t go away when it came to her best friend and her brother.
“Let’s just drop it, mom.” You said. “I am not coming home for Clyde Logan, of all people. I’m just happy to be coming home again.”
“Well, that makes two of us.” she laughed lightly on the other end. “How far out are you?” she asked.
“I’m about halfway through Indiana right now.”
“Whew,” she whistled. “What a drive.”
You laughed at her sarcasm. “Oh yeah, nothin’ but cornfields for miles. That is somethin’ I won’t be missing, that’s for sure.”
“Good.” she said, “You’d better get a move-on if you wanna be home before nightfall, then. I’ll call your cousins and see who can make it for dinner.”
Your heart leapt at the thought of it, seeing the family again. You’d missed living in the same county as them all; Not having to drive hours to hug your grandma, to hear your aunt Nikki’s laugh, or to engage in yet another political conversation with your uncle Mike.
“That sounds perfect.”
“Alright then. Your Gramma’s gonna be surprised, that’s for sure. And i’m warnin’ you now: She will not be as easily swayed as I am at your comin’ back.”
“Yeah, I know.” You shook your head. “I’ll start preparing my speech now.”
She laughed, “you better!”
“I’m gonna let you go, babe. Call your aunts. Love you.”
“Love you too, momma.” You sighed, as the call ended.
The late May sun shone through the clouds, as you steered off of the freeway to continue south. Toward home.
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