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babygirl-riley · 4 months

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Hii could you do one with ghost seeing his newborn and he came with guest like John, price, gaz for tea and the reader heard her baby start to cry and she goes to breast feed her baby upstairs for privacy and downstairs they all tell ghost how far he’s come in life and how proud they are of him and like they got gifts for the baby. If that’s okay with you!

Tea Time

Ghost brings guests over to meet his newborn baby

A/N: Omg this really warms my heart they would be so happy for him. Especially Price! Like lord watching his masked son have a child of his own 😭 Also sorry about the late story post school has been beating my asssss

Warnings: fluff, talks about baby, pure happiness, husband!simon, dad!simon

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simon x reader family

It was at first an awkward silence all four of them sitting in a living room. Simon decided to bring his military family over to meet his newborn. Simon wasn’t able to be there when you gave birth. Missed it by two months since the baby was born, due to a mission going sideways. When he called to inform you that he was coming home, you naturally were excited.

While Simon was packing up to get going, Price followed him out. “Once the both of you are settled love to meet the little bugga.”

Simon chuckled. “Of course Cap.”

Simon called you again, it only rung twice before you picked it up. “On your way?” Your voice sounded tired yet perked up at the end.

“Yes ma’am, j’st leavin’,” He paused before clearing his throat. “Price mentioned comin’ and meeting the baby.”

“Okay,” You said calming waiting to see if he would say anything else before softly chuckling. “They coming today?”

Simon tapped his fingers on the wheel. “Didn’ say yes to today, you wantin’ to?”

“I wouldn’t mind, haven’t had company over for a while. Unless you don’t want it?” You said, he could hear the smile in your voice. Both of you didn’t want anyone over at the end of your pregnancy worried about everything and then some. Didn’t want to get you sick in case of something would happen to the baby.

Simon went silent before nodding like you could see him. “I don’t mind.”

Before getting the call ahead for the boys to come, you have Simon time to hold his baby girl. At first he was hesitant looking at the small thing that bundled into the pink blanket. “She won’t break.” You smiled softly, holding a hand to his bicep.

“She is small.” He whispered watching her make faces as she slept.

You lifted your arm and started to guide his, forming his arms to be ready to hold her. You could see the small panic in his eyes as you started to place her. Guiding him how to hold her head. She moved basically looking like she was settling herself into his arms. He went stiff before looking at you as he smiled a bit. “She’s beautiful baby.”

“We did good baby.” You said getting on your tippy toes as he leaned down kissing each other’s lips.

It was a couple of hours before he called Price and the boys to come and meet mini Riley. Without hesitation they all said yes and barreled their way down to the Riley home.

Now here they are, sitting around the living room. Gaz looked around the room noting some pictures of you and him on the wall. Some with his mask some not. Soap tapped his boots on the floor and Price drank the tea you made. Simon waited near the stairs as you started down them. All of them perked up like puppies on a park.

You showed off the baby to the boys. They held her one by one, watching her move around and fall asleep to smiling in her sleep. Price chuckled as she gripped his finger and played with her hand. Gaz held her as everyone talked around about the baby and how many pounds she weighted. Then it was Soap.

“She is beautiful,” Soap said holding her softly, she was laying on his forearms as he held her head with his hands. Soap leaning on his legs as he stared down at her. “Bet she gets it from ya huh lass?”

You chuckled as Simon glared at Soap, you could tell underneath his mask that he was smirking. “Kind of glad she don’ have my nose.” Simon mumbled agreeing with him.

Soap chuckled as he looked back at the baby. That’s when she let out a fuss before she cried. At first Soap was shocked and looked at you and Simon. You looked over at the clock as Simon grabbed her. “Don’t worry Soap you probably just stink,” You joked walking to Simon as you reached for her. “No but I have to go feed her.”

Simon nodded as you turned around. “Want any help?”

“Oh no she has it all handled Si.” You said smirking before winking and left upstairs.

Simon stood there and watched, disappearing. “She is beautiful Simon.” Price said breaking the silence.

Simon shrugged and nodded. “Would never think ya have a family.” Soap said with a teasing tone.

Price glared at him before Gaz chuckled. “Honestly I thought the same.”

Simon looked at both of them. “I didn’t either.”

Price sighed and shook his head. “I knew,” everyone looked at him. “You might seem like a cold hearted lieutenant however you have a kind heart,” Silence roamed through the air, Simon did not expect him to say anything like that. “I’m proud of you son.”

Soap was wide eyed then looked at Simon. “Nah he is right, never seen you so…”

“Don’t push it.” Simon grumbled seeing that glint in his eyes.

Soap put his hands up before looking at him. “For real though sir, you have an amazing family here.”

Gaz shuffled before standing up. “If you need a babysitter pretty sure Lola would love to watch her.”

Simon chuckled before standing up with him. “Have to fight the missus first.”

Gaz chuckled and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You really look happy chap, just happy that you are able to find something and someone’s to come home to.”

Simon was shocked all around, he hasn’t heard any of these before from them. At least Soap and Gaz. Price every now and then. He felt proud yet it was odd to feel that way. “Thank you, all of ya.”

Price finished his tea as he stood up and walked to Simon. Gaz heading towards the door, giving a curt nod. Soap followed Gaz and gave a two finger salute. “See ya later sir.” Soap said was he opened the door. “Tell the lasses I said bye!” He hollered out.

“I’ll meet ya in the car yeah?” Price said to Gaz.

Gaz nodded and gave a wave to Simon. “Seriously proud of ya sir.”

Simon stood there for a moment before looking at Price. “You really have come a long way Simon. Ever since you met her it’s like you became lighter.”

Simon looked away towards the upstairs. “Like Gaz said John she is my home to come to.“

“I know she is, just proud of you for where ya at,” Price said as he sighed. “You were so lost Simon until you married her. She changed you for the better and you let yourself do that as well. I just wanted to tell you that I’m truly proud.”

Simon looked at Price and inhaled. “Thank you sir but I’m still terrified.”

Price chuckled and patted his shoulder. “Oh that won’t change, wait till she brings a boy home.”

Simon froze as Price walked towards the door. The poor bloke that would be coming home to Simon, she may never get a boyfriend until he dies. Yeah that would be the case.

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deafeningmoontragedy · 2 years

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New school, new people, new, no old, boyfriend

Pairings: Eddie Munson X Ex Girlfriend Reader, autistic, ADHD and obvi a lil pudge

Warnings: Steriotypical teen drama, cringe asssss, just teen drama, neurodivergency, exes to lovers, Wayne being a catholic badass 😭, everyine being christian, mentions of no family.

Summary: You've been transferred to a new public school but who else is there? your ex boyfriend?!

Wordcount: 3k

AN: This is gonna be a multiple part, if i can even live up to that expectation?? and smut WILL be coming!!!

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High top platforms hit the gravel with a crunch as your weight pressed down on the soul. Dressed in black ripped wide jeans, a slipknot band tee and an old baggy leather jacket stolen from your father wrapped around your shoulders you walked to the beat of the music. Head held high as you walked over the parking lot to the open doors of the school. Cherry Lips played loudly in the foam cups pressed to your ears as you followed the crowd through the doors, breaking off when the large yellow sign read reception caught your attention. You slipped one of the cups off your ear and addressed the receptionist, an old dark skinned lady with glasses too big for her face sliding off the end of her nose dressed in all pink, excruciating.

“Im Y/N Y/L/N I just started here today, I need a class schedule” you said with a blank expression.

She smiled however but didn't answer as she waddled over to the computer searching for your name in the system.

“One minute sweets”

The copying machine made a loud rumble as a paper started printing. Her manicured nails wrapped around the warm paper and passed it to you.

“Where B20?” you asked, monotone as you scanned the paper, the heat of the copy machine still felt on your finger tips.

“Right round the corner” she pointed to your left “First door on the right” she smiled as you gave her a weak lift of your cheeks in response.

You took your phone out of your pocket and paused the music, turning the bluetooth headphones off as you walked. The halls were filled with students, all in different coloured makeup, clothes and styles, a lot of the girls though, you noticed were wearing almost the exact same outfits, baggy light washed jeans, light coloured hoodies with stupid slogans and white sneakers. They guys weren't any different, lame slogans, dark washed jeans and sneakers. What a bore.

You followed the next crowd through the door and examined the room. Boring. Drab. Unoriginal.

Single desks stood in four rows, a whiteboard at the front with a podium to its right and posters such as school fundraisers and drama club application information hung on the back wall.

“Y/N!” a younger blonde woman exclaimed as she laid eyes on you, she wore the same light washed jeans as everyone else except for a light blue t shirt tucked into the waist, paired with a pair of turquoise sneakers with snoopy printed on the toe caps.

“Oh great, you must be the new student” Yeah no shit you thought, “Take an empty seat anywhere you like” she explained. You raised your eyebrows weakly, wasn't seating in class like the most important thing to these people?

You walked to the back of the class, lifted your bag off your shoulder and flung it on the table, slumping into the attaching chair. The bell rang seconds later and an overly sweet voice of the teacher was heard “good morning class!” She chirped “I'm just going to get right into it, because I know you can't handle me droning on” she stuck her tongue out and made an exasperated face oh my god. “Whip your notebooks out and start taking notes” she smiled “Oh!” she slapped her hand over her forehead “we have a new student! Everyone this is Y/N” she gestured towards you and on cue every head turned to look towards you.

You tried hard not to roll your eyes “And Y/N here's a notebook for you too” she strutted over and handed you a large pink notebook with your name written in gold ink in large cursive. You frowned, disgusted “I like to customise everyone's notebooks, makes them more personal” she smiled, obviously mistaking your disgust for confusion.

She walked up through the aisle back to the podium “Today well be talking about sonnets and what classifies as a sonnet” she wrote sonnets on the board “We’ll also be talking about Shakespeare for all you lovers of real literature” she turned to the class.

Great, something you already knew what it was and Shakespeare, the most boring writer in history.

You slipped your headphones over your curly haired head and placed one of the cups over your ears.

“Oh sorry Y/N” the teacher caught your attention “No headphones in my class please” she smiled brightly. You took them off annoyed once again trying not to roll your eyes and pushed them into your bag.

The class droned on for forty five minutes, endless facts about sonnets and Shakespeare, someone with insomnia could have fallen asleep in that class!

“Ok class break!” you took your headphones out of your bag and signalled to the teacher “Yes Y/N now you can listen to music, but take them off at the end of the ten minutes.”

You had just slipped the cups over your ears as a blonde in a pink dress and the same old white sneakers bent over your desk, her elbows firmly on the table as a grinning face rested in her hands.

“Hey newbie! I’m Annabelle, class president and cheer captain, so fun that you're here! Where did you come from?”

You slowly looked up at her with an annoyed face “Hawkins” you told her plainly “Oh so you're from here, I thought you might have moved here from across the country” she swayed to the side as she talked.

“No” you tried picking your phone up from the desk to show her you were clearly not interested in having a conversation.

“Weeeell what school did you go to before this?” she asked as if you were stupid “None of your business” you answered without thinking, forgetting completely that you were supposed to keep a low profile as strictly instructed by your father this morning.

“Ok no need to be rude”

You flashed her a fake smile “Sorryyyy” your rolled your eyes. Plain and simple you were just not in the mood, not for her, the teacher whose name you had no idea. It was bad enough being kicked out of well a catholic school that you didn't really want to be at but at least you had friends there who shared the same mindset as yourself, and hated all these stuck up people. But now here you were surrounded by the stuck up people.

You slipped both cups over your ears and Annabell just scoffed and sashayed away to her group of girl friends. You could see her talking disgustedly to her friends as they turned to look at you, you couldn't hear them over the loud music and chose to ignore them.

The break ended and class droned on. By the end of the one hour and a half all you had written in your notebook was Sonnets underlined and a very detailed drawing of a spider in black ink.

Someone walked over just as you were ripping the front page of your notebook out and crumpling up the blinding pink.

“Smart move” a guy with short brown curly hair held his notebook out in front of you, his front page also ripped out.

You stood up and flung your bag over your shoulder. “Im Charles” he stuck his hand out for you to shake “I dont do people nor touching” you stated, he lowered his hand awkwardly “Gotcha” and looked away. “Bye” you stated as you walked past leaving the guy with a disgruntled look on his face.

You looked at your schedule, who the hell has lunch at 10:30?? You thought as you saw the box labelled lunch from 10:30 to 11:30. You were just about to leave the room as your name was called. It was the teacher whose name you'd forgotten “Y/N wait, I need to give you your locker assignment”

She walked over and handed you a post-it with a number on and a combination lock. “Need help finding it?” she asked politely “No.” you just answered rudely back.

You looked at the lockers and figured out which way yours was, down to the left, then you found it, a locker without a lock with number 73. You threw your notebook in and hung the lock on it.

You followed a crowd of students until you found the cafeteria. You have to pay for food here? As if it wasn't already tight enough at home with one parent you now had to pay for your own lunch which the catholic school provided for you, it was a gift from god or whatever.

You bought an apple and a vitamin drink and found an empty table, sitting down and opening your phone to endlessly scroll through tiktok.

Someone cleared their throat and your face fell. “Mind if I sit?” him, the love of your life, who had been MIA for the past month, the catholic by day, metalhead by night, Eddie was stood right in front of you. What the fuck was he doing here?

“Uh yeah”

He sat down and placed a black tray with nachos on the table. “Seems we both got transferred to this shithole then” he stated. You slipped your headphones off and placed them on to the table “Yeah” you answered “Wait, isnt that kinda’ stupid? I mean they.. You know catch us having sex in a catholic school, kick us out, then transfer us into the same school?” you asked, realising the stupidity. “Yeah I dunno man grownups are weird, at least were not forced to wear those stupid unifroms through” you chuckled at him.

Why did it feel so normal to just be sat by him, like before, like you were still together, but you weren't together, you were broken up, and alone.

“Soooo maybe we should talk about the elephant in the room?” you questioned “There's elephants too?! This place really is a zoo” you laughed at him “No but seriously” you looked him in the eye.

“Yeah, ok just let me explain before you say anything” you looked at him expectantly.

“Ok, ok so, listen I never wanted to break up with you I love you”

Those words had you shocked, but he continued. He had never said the words out loud and now he was just rambling them out as if it was an everyday thing.

“Uncle Wayne basically forced me too. He said that it was a disgrace to our family name, which by the way what family? But that it was a disgrace to be doing such luide acts before marriage and especially in a school and then he told me I wasn't allowed to see you again”

“Well you kept that up, you didn't call me, didn't come over, didn't talk to me, you avoided me until I got a note saying we shouldn't see each other in class from Clarissa”

“Yeah… that.. Was not my best moment. But Wayne told me I wasn't allowed to talk to you and that was the only way I could think to do it”

You chuckled, Jesus, what a mess.

“Yeah well don't be doing that to your next girlfriend or you'll probably end up with your head on a stick since she probably won't be catholic” you both chuckled at your anecdote until his expression went still and he stared right into your eyes. It felt a bit awkward.

“I.. I don't really want a new girlfriend. I want my old one back” your eyes widened.

“You what?” you couldn't really process the words. It had been a month of crying endlessly, your dad trying not to show his disappointment and trying to comfort you, no contact with Eddie or most of your friends who had school and whose strict christian parents had banned them from being friends with you.

He hadn't had any contact with you and now he wanted you back?

“I miss you so much, and I really fucking love you, this month has been shit without you and I really really want you back. I want you to be my girlfriend again. I want you to be mine, my sweetheart, my darling and just my everything”

“Ok ok slow down” you held you hand out “First of all you've never said you loved me before, just give me a second to process this”

“Of course”

It was silent for a few seconds. “What about Wayne? You're not even allowed to be sitting with me”

He thought for a second “We wouldn't have to tell him..” you raised your eyebrows “You, are going to keep a secret from the man who legit could smell weed from a mile away? He called the cops on some kid in the neighbourhood for having a cigarette!”

Eddie chuckled “I think we could handle it though, we just you know, meet in secret, and like not hang out when he's there”

“Dude your crazy”

“I know, but you love it. And besides it might be kinda fun”

“What about my dad though?”

“Well we might have to hide from him too, you know so wayne wont somehow find out”

“Yeah. So we really like getting back together?” it felt weird to say it, and oddly formal compared to all the romantic movies where they just kissed and bam they were back together.

“Oh so you can be nice to people!” A bitchy voice interrupted the life changing conversation, and Annabelle sat down at the round table.

You just looked at her disgusted, she had to interrupt right in the middle of everything.

“Hi I’m Annabelle”

She stuck her hand out and Eddie awkwardly shook it.

“One of y/n’s classmates. And you are”

He gave the first syllable of his name before she interrupted again “a classic bad boy I get it. Well you don’t look like much but you’ll definitely do. Something to fool around with, god knows the guys here are as stuck up as this one” she eyed you.

He chuckled and laid his arm around your shoulders “I’m eddie”

Surprisingly she wasn’t shocked or annoyed at all at his action. “Ooh you’re together?” She fake cood.

“Well no worries, bet you’ll come crawling to me when you realise what a bitch she is” she picked the apple off his tray and took a bite.

“I’m sorry, who are you even?” Eddie asked, confused.

“Just-“

She began and a girl dressed in all black interrupted.

“The queen bitch of this high school”

She stood behind her as Annabelle rolled her eyes. “This is the one I warned you about” she told Eddie.

She wore a black slip dress sinched with a corset and a black hoodie on top, a black spider tote bag hung on her shoulder.

She sat down and turned to Annabelle “you’re excused” and shooed her off with a wave of her hand.

Annabelle rolled her eyes and stood up, and took a step before turning around.

“You just got here bitch, you’re not better than me and don’t act like it or I will create senior year a living hell for you”

Then she whipped around and walked with purpose over to a table full of girls.

What the hell was this? A teen drama movie? Bet her whole personality is just based off this people

“I’m Carla, met this one in homeroom” she stuck her hand out and quickly retracted it when her eyes landed on a pin stuck to your jacket.

Don’t touch me, I’m autistic

“Good idea with the pin, actually very smart. Where’d you get it?” She asked, smiling.

“I made it”

“Hey cool! You make pins?”

“Nah” you relaxed a little, she seemed nice “but I craft a lot”

“Yeah man she’s got lots of different hobbies, every week she’s showing something completely new she made” Eddie pointed out.

“What u got adhd too? Can’t stick to one subject?“ it was clearly a joke but still you answered “I do actually”

“Oh hey! Me too, yeah that’s how I know you can’t stick to one subject” she smiled.

“So how do you two know each other?” She asked.

It was silent. What would you say? I know him from school? He’s my boyfriend? You hadn’t cleared it up yet. What if you said that and he got tense? Or what if you said he was and it would come back to his uncle?

The possibilities were racing through your head quickly as Carla waited expectantly.

“She’s my girlfriend” Eddie stated with a grin.

“Ooooh this was the girl you were talking about!” She exclaimed.

They had known each other one class and he had already talked about you??

“Yeah” he said awkwardly.

“Oh great so it all worked out”

You smiled at him. A lighting smile of pure happiness. Everything had gone so surreally quickly, but the confirmation still made you feel excited.

“Yeah, but don’t tell anyone, can’t have my catholic uncle finding out”

“Right, right” she answered as she took a sip of a monster she had taken out of her bag.

“Ok well I gotta go, nice to meet you Y/N, and you both know where to find me, the emo table” she laughed “you’re always welcome, we don’t bite, or discriminate against straight people” she laughed again.

You both chuckled and Carla stood up and walked across the cafeteria.

“Soooo” you started “we are together now?”

“Yup, you have no say, you’re stuck with me now” he grinned.

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jadedemon-lillyrosse · 2 years

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Bury me in you memory

(a minecrfat lava bucket x reader x golden pikaxe fanfiction) Y/N is a nerdy gril, she has no friends exeppt for cooked rabbit. NO one likes her and she is bullied by lava nucket everyday. BUt what if everyone at school has a crusch on her. . . ❤❤❤

Chapter one!! Chiken noodle suop

a/n: hi guys this is my fanfiction!!!1!!!!111! the main charcter is based on me so no bulliyng pls!!1!1! do not repost!!1!!1!!

My name is Y/N and I have crimson red eyes and raven black hair and and freackles covering my ceeks and paper white skin and im 154 cm toll and everyone has a cruch on me.

I wake up and go put on my makeup, I use potatoe starch as foundation and a black sharpee as eyeliner, im sooper poor and I cant afford real make up and im also really quirky.

I then put my hair into a messy bun and my put on my glasses on my face and put on my clothes.

I wear a Gucci lingerie an don top of that I just throw on my pjs with consists of a grey hoodie and gray sweatpants.

I relaise im late tp school and as I run oyut the door my mom frows a piece of toast into my mouth and I eat it on my way to school.

When I get into school iha I have to run the fatest I can inorder not to be even more late than I already am.

The teacher slaps my ass as I enter the classroom, he does that becos im hot and he realy likes me.

As I sit down in my chari my ass is sore.

The lesson is about sex it is a sex ed class.

Every one stares at my boobs during the hole lesson,.

I take notes the entire class becous im an nerd. When the lesson ends I put my pencile back between my boobs becos I don't have a pencil case.

My dad left me when I was 6 and he took my pencil case with him when he went to buy milkö.

After esx ed it is lunch, I don't have eny frinds exept for coocked rabbit.

We always sit together at lunch and when my dad left me he was always there for me.

The school lunch is chicken noodle suop.

I like coocked rabbit because he is the only person that doesn't have a cruch on me.

The rest o the school day went by quickly and just as I was about to leave someone shoved me against a locker.

It was Lava Bucket.

He was my biggest buly.

He always made me cri but idont minde becos he was really hot.

”YOur mother is gay. And your adoptedred. You uglty little slutty whore.!!!1!!!” he yelled at me.

‘Fhdguisfudsi’ I thought, I cant think straight when hes around me.

“IIIIIi__--////IIII-i-i-i—i—i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ii-i- im asssss—s-s-s-s-s---------ssss-s-s-sorry.. . .” I stutteredds out.

“Shut up you slut!!” he said.

He then took out my fysiks book out of my bag and started beating me with it.

After 3 hours Golden pIckaxe showed up and said::

“COmw e on Lava Bucket we are going to be late to fottballs practice. “ he said.

“Okey” said lava bucket. “Im not done with you nerdy slut!!” he sadi to me.

I then after that hiurried home.

No one was home beacas my dad left me and my mom is always at work and when she is home she drinks a lot of alcohol and beats me with the empty bottles.

I made my self dinner, I made fettucini alfredo.

Im a really good cook becas I always have to make my own food becos my mom is always at work and my dad left me.

I then studdiesd in my room and fell asleep while studying because im a nerd.

a/n: this is my first ever fanfiction so ples be nice to me!11!111 ❤❤❤

Bury me in your memory - - Wattpad

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alsjeblieft-zeg · 6 months

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532 of 2023

bolding about meee. made by surveyarena // keep tag on :).

none of my friends are virgins. i regret losing my virginity to the person i lost it to. i always think i’m pregnant :p. ^but i don’t bitch about it and whine like other girls do. like, how do you ‘feel’ like you’re pregnant? i love, love, love weed. [idk i’m not obsessed but it’s cool] ^i really think it’s going to be legal soon! (almost is) i wear makeup daily. i have over three different piercings. i wish i had a higher gpa :(. i have/had a boyfriend/girlfriend’s parent(s) added as a friend on facebook :p. ugh, i really don’t think i’m getting into college. the only non-alcoholic beverage i really ever drink is mountain dew. i could never see myself in the military. i do not go tanning. (But, I don’t do fake tans) ^but i would if i had the money to. lately i’ve had trouble falling asleep at night :/. my parents aren’t strict, at all. i have kissed someone who’s name starts with a ‘p’. words cannot describe how much i hate the stupid twilight craze. i don’t write notes on facebook. i’m so fucking stubborn and i hate it so much. i have been in plenty of physical fights. all with the same person. ^i won all of them :). i only smoke cigarettes socially. i have been hit on by construction workers :/. [ugh, the worst] (actually not because the one who did it was pretty cute) i love textsfromlastnight.com :). i have an irrational fear of having to get my appendix taken out. ^so whenever the right side of my stomach hurts, i get really paranoid. i leave all of my homework and projects until the last minute. ^but i get away with doing that and usually end up receiving a pretty good grade. my school has a lot of rules but they’re not heavily enforced. i’m currently under the influenceee. ^of marijuannnna. jolt energy drinks are sososo good. i realllly want to be a guy for a day! ^the first thing i’d probably do is piss and beat off :p. teachers never randomly call on me to answer questions in class. i never raise my hand to answer questions in class. i always rest my feet on the back of someone’s chair/desk in school. i fucking hate the whole ‘2012’ concept. stfu. i wish i gave a fuck about the important shit in my life. i can’t help but laugh my asssss off whenever someone falls :p. i currently don’t have a status on facebook. three words can sum up my weekends: weed, alcohol, partying. the weather in the state i live in is soo confusing. one day, it’s really warm out and the next it’s snowing. ^i live in massachusetts. i know what i want for christmas.

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extravalgant · 3 years

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No, I meant the story changes to firecat alley, cyclops lane, etc.

AH THAT MAKES MORE SENSE....

i can definitely see how people would get upset about some of the changes in the bigger scheme of things - i used to like the mystery that surrounded malistaire; and the other info we managed to get came from npcs. it felt like i was uncovering the mystery of who he was and the old intro scene way back in like 2009 when i was playing makes me so nostalgic for the older days....

its got an almost corny feel to it - not that i mind it!! it just feels a bit more different compared to back then. older words kinda have this aged, mature feel to it compared to the new areas that have dialogue that feels like its catered to a younger audience, which is weird bc a lot of wizs fanbase now is a lot more older now....

OVERALL im not too held up on the story changes with the starting areas because by the time i do another max wiz run id pretty much forget all about it....

#val.answers #wizard101 #w101 #i miss playing wiz most of the days but now im broke . again . so no membership for me #also school is beating my ASSSSS

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Line Love

Having just set out a hop so fire, he still felt it, Erik crossed the square surrounded by various greek organizations in his green fatigues, tucked into his gold-sprayed military boots. His purple fitted tee with the golden symbol of the bruhs accentuated the gains he'd been working hard on, training day in and day out to build. Since crossing, he'd been the talk of the greeks as one of the best in his line. He was active and dedicated, but on top of that he was smooth.. sharp and precise. It was no wonder he'd been sought out for the kappas. Too bad his heart already beat purple and gold.

He could hear the cheers from the bruhs in the crowd and the deltas. He even spotted aka's and sigmas calling and played it up by stripping off his shirt to flex on the crowd with his six pack and the horseshoe brand over his nipple as he hopped, hitting his knees with flat palms.. putting those same palms up at his chin to simulate oral sex, his long tongue wagging before he rolled his neck and strutted to the center of the pack.

"I SAY, I SAY," he projected to his team who stood in wait, fists balled at their guts. "WHOOO'S THAT KNOCKIN? A KNOCK-KNOCK KNOCKIN? A KNOCK-KNOCK KNOCKIN ON MY QUE PSI PHIIII!?!?"

The return was magic as the team broke into their routines, finishing the chant as Erik joined back in the line. They shouted, kicked, and barked as they did the classic que poses in perfect synchronicity. "I SAY WHO'S THAT KNOCKIN AT MY DO'? WELL IT'S THE QUES TRYNA BREAK IT ON DOWN! WHO'S THAT KNOCKIN AT MY.. DO'?!"

Erik's eyes met a familiar face in the crowd and she smiled at him, her phone up recording. It was one of those smiles attached to the "fuck me" eye gaze. His eyes smiled back as he looked away to focus on his next moves, but he flexed his muscles for her. He had to keep up with the bruhs spinning, throwing his arms, kicking, and shouting on the yard and they were about to play the atomic dog. Next time, if he had control, they'd play a more updated song.. something more people were likely to have on their playlist.

As the song played, the team followed his lead chasing hard spins with forceful quick high kicks. The infamous Omega dance. Erik was the one to hit a split and come up with his shirt balled in his hand, swinging it as each bruh grabbed his own crotch for extra sauce. As they each hit their hop, one's white Que jacket blowing behind him majestically in the wind. Another nigga had cut off sleeves and a beer gut but he was getting his hops OWT as they threw their hand gestures and chanted with a cadence of barking coming from ques in the crowd.

After their step, Erik joined the crowd looking for the girl who'd given him the eye though he knew exactly where she went. He pulled up his own camera to return the favor. The deltas were up, introduced by The Box by Roddy Ricch and already flooding the yard with their red shirts, black booty shorts, and black converse. They came in hard throwing elbows and headbutting the air. He had a thing for a thic lil delta getting nice and nasty in some red, white, and black.. down to the red lipstick. He always preferred a savage over a princess. Aggressive hood girls just did something for him.. and this girl on top of being the chunkiest one on her line, had the most attitude.

"TEACH US," someone yelled when she gave her part of the founder's history lesson, yelling out loud and proud with her hands on her hips as she stomped. He focused in on her as she performed her ass off, twerking on beat and keeping up with girls half her size. Her pressed black hair was swinging like her hips and the crowd increased as they went in.

"ASSSSS.... IIIII.... WASSS.. WALKING! ACROSS MY DELTA YARD," she yelled, crossing foot over foot. Deltas were the favorite on campus as well as the sorority with the most pledges. They bragged on it every show. And as their steps progressed, that ain't change.

"HOLD THAT SHIT BRIT! YEAH BRIT! YEAH BRIT," Erik shouted too hype. He pushed and lunged to get low enough to get her angles as she balanced in a mid-air squat with her leg over her knee throwing up the diamond. She wobbled and when her line sister yelled "DON'T FUCK THIS UP," she proved herself by holding it even longer spurred on by shouts, barks, and the oooo's of her line. Erik captured it all from his phone as he was almost kneeling, losing his gotdam mind.

The show continued with Erik cheerleading and at the end of her set, he met her, giving her a bear hug that swallowed her soft body, titties and all.

"Ew, boy back up! You're sweaty," she whined shoving him playfully, a obvious excuse to touch his chest.

"This good sweat." Rubbing at his glistening abdomen, he grabbed her arms soothing his sweat subtly into her skin enjoying her faux disgust.

"Ew! Stop," she laughed pushing against his bare chest. Of course that meant keep going. "Ugh," she fussed as he kept messing with her, touching her. "Erik!!" He grabbed her tighter, playfully resting his heavy palm on the top of her head, like she was a lil rascal.

"Ooo, Y'all two get a room," her line sister, Ryan, joked walking past with a lil dance, tongue out to the music playing. That ain't sound like a bad idea. Erik leaned back and bit his lip teasingly as her eyes widened looking him up and down like he was the snack. All he had to do was ask, Ryan'd made it clear the way she acted toward him. Unfortunately for her, he only liked chocolate and she was more like toffee.

"Girl.. hush," Brittany smiled, feigning throwing her water bottle at the girl who twirled in response. Erik rolled his eyes. Brit was jealous.

"I'm widdit," he shrugged tired of just flirting back and forth. He was ready to fuck and release from all the buildup1.

"Ayee," Ryan cheered rejoining the other deltas.

"Let's go back to mine," he whispered in Brittany's ear before looking in her eyes. Her lips pursed playfully.

"Your roommate," she reminded, hand on the brand burned into his chest. He flexed his pecs for her once more and her eyes went down to them.

"So? I'll put a sock on the door, he won't come in," Erik assured. One thing about Erik that everyone seemed to know. He was always on top of the Dean's List as well as the list of people on campus you didn't wanna fuck with. He took pride in his reputation. "I give you my word, it's me and you," he promised following alongside her toward the library she'd already started walking in the direction of.

"I....," she chuckled, tucking her chin, "I gotta... study... and print a paper." She started to dip, but Erik paused her by grabbing the crook of her thick arm. Startled, she looked from his hand to his eyes and opened her mouth wide before speaking. "I-I'll..," she licked her lips nervously. "I'll get at you later..."

"Now," he corrected with a nod, "Get at me now. What's the move?" He licked his lips and stared down into her onyx eyes, into her soul, sensing nerves.. Suddenly she seemed breathless as if uncomfortable with his extended eye contact. This wasn't like the big bad Engine RED. He kissed his teeth. She wasn't tryna fuck at all.

"You playin with me," he accused watching her eyes go wide as he released her arm ready to walk off.

"I'm not! I gotta study!" She threw her hands in the air. Yeah right, he thought looking at her. "I do!!"

"You been saying later these last few weeks, Brit. You tryna yeah or nah," he pointed stepping back to watch her reaction for the truth.

"I'm-" her eyes rolled before checking who was in earshot. It made him look too. Who the fuck was she scared of? "I just wanna go out and shit first. Okay? You gotta take me on a date and NO.. Not no damn Waffle House, Erik, I mean it. I know you!"

"No you don't," he chuckled clasping his hands comfortably in front of his crotch. She kinda did judging by that comment.. but... nah she ain't know him.. They flirted, and talked here and there but she ain't know him.

"Well I heard of you," she snapped leaning in. That one was fair considering his body count was in the double digits and he hadn't been on one real date since high school. He smirked again. He wouldn't deny that he liked to get it in attachment-free... and as a young, educated, handsome nigga, why shouldn't he? Pussy was abundant.. like the trees on campus. "And you a que dog, I know how y'all niggas operate." That was true too, she definitely knew. He bit his tongue and tugged on his beard, humored. He couldn't lie like he usually would.

"Then you should know what we good at," he reminded her, stepping close to grab her full waist as he looked into her eyes again, commanding full eye contact. "Don't look at them, look at me," he quickly prompted moving her chin back to him when he felt her attention being split with the students walking by.

Her eyebrow went up with attitude as she leaned back, craning her neck as if saying 'who you think you talking to?' She looked away as if there was someone else beside her he could possibly be talking to as he glared, trying not to smile. She was funny.

"Look. Yes or no. You tryna do sum?"

"Depends where you plan to take me! You're paying. You're dressing up.. not in those boots," she counted on her fingers. "Two locations, no corners cut. I need you to have a plan. You're taking me someplace NICE and I want to ENJOY myself," she enunciated like she would on the square. "You're picking me up and opening MY door. If you can't do all of that, don't bother to apply," she spoke, swiveling her neck. Fire Engine RED, he mused to himself.

"Light work." He dusted his shoulder, clasping his hands in front of himself again. He could be a gentleman for a day. Too easy. "After this date you gone give it up though."

"Possibly," she shrugged. He shook his head, no deal.

"Nah.. If I'm a show out, I need a definite answer now. No games."

"I'm not playing games," she smiled, playing games. "I'm telling you what I want."

"You can have it... when you take this dick," he tested watching her closely, ready to walk away again. He wanted to take the Engine for a ride but he couldn't force it. She pursed her lips again looking around. Fuck was she lookin for? Someone to tell her what to do? He could do that. He pulled his phone. "Gimme your number I'll call you Saturday at 5:30 to come out."

"I got practice."

"So do I. That's early," he blurted knowing all about it.

"I got homework and an Interna--."

"Blow it off," he interjected not really caring. "Gimme your number."

She flipped her hair, her chin high with a slight smirk. She was still playing games and he could see she enjoyed his attention. Taking his phone, she plugged her digits and he texted her on the spot to be sure.. to her annoyance.

"Ok," she blinked dismissing him. When he didn't move, she turned back to the library and he smacked her on the ass causing her to jump and look back in surprise. "ERIK!"

"Saturday we fuckin," he pointed firmly making sure she knew. She had notice to prepare herself.

"Okay! Shush--shut up," she whispered looking side to side nervously again before he let her go.

#original #erik killmonger x oc #black panther killmonger #erik killmonger x black reader #killmonger smut

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