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Homebody (Ch.12)

Summary: Amiyah is the younger sister of local drug dealer (Durkio). Shy and reserved she keeps to herself and stays out the way. But lately she began to find interest in his right hand man/ best friend (Erik Stevens). Wanting to get him to notice her she discovers that he already had her wrapped around his finger without even trying! There was only a few problems that kept her away from her fantasies , her brother that controlled almost every single breath she took and would kill anyone who looked at her that way and lastly Eriks girlfriend, Alexis , who they called the queen of the hood according to her lavish lifestyle as well as being with the next newest top boy in the making. While Alexis was his girl to the streets all Amiyah wanted to do was be his Homebody...

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick OC

Warning: Language, Smoking

1 1/2 months later

The music from Amiyah’s speaker played at a low level. She was currently in the process of setting up an organizer for her perfume collection. Going back in forth between the instructions on the manual and screwing in the tiny nails she was growing frustrated. It’s been almost and hour now and she was only able to put together two shelves. Throwing down the paper she stood up and slipped on her house shoes. Amiyah needed a break to keep herself from becoming irritated so she walked to the kitchen for a snack.

Keys unlocking the front door caught her attention. It was Durk walking in with another Louis Vuitton bag for the fourth time this week. Amiyah knitted her eyebrows together wondering what was up with all of the shopping he’s been doing. She watched him walk to his to put away his items before he walked back into the livingroom.

“What’s up sis? You didn’t have to work today?” Durk asked pulling out his weed tray and breaking down the bud.

Amiyah walked over to him and sat down. “Nope I was just getting ready to make me some food but I’m too tired to cook.” Taking a pillow she cradled it in her lap.

He snickered rolling up his blunt. “I’ll order something for you if you want?”

Nodding her head Amiyah grabbed the remote to the tv and turned it on. She flipped through the channels hoping to find something to ease her mind for the moment. Durk leaned back next to her sparking up the blunt. Amiyah watched him inhale and exhale the smoke through his nose. Reaching her hand out she made a gesture asking for a hit.

“You know damn well you don’t smoke.” He removed the blunt from his mouth but handed it to her anyway. Durk figured it would be funny to see her try to get high for the first time.

Amiyah grabbed it using her nail tips she took a pull and inhaled the smoke smoothly and blew it out. She did it a few times and then she passed it back.

Durk furrowed his brows looking surprise before sending her a blank stare. “Miyah who the hell taught you how to do that?” He asked gently snatching the blunt away from her.

She laughed and was about to say his name before she caught herself. Shrugging her shoulders her eyes fell to the floor. The grip on her pillow tightened against her chest. Her memory went back to the night she watched how Erik did his technique in the car and she copied him. The thought of him made her sad all over again. Amiyah would always do good until she did something that reminded her of him then she would get a strong feeling of emotions that washed over her.

It’s been over a month since she last seen him. Since the night she ended it with him to be exact. After that it was like he never existed. No more phone calls or text messages. He hasn’t even been by the apartment since then either. Before, if she saw her brother coming in she knew that Erik would be right there behind him with his beautiful smirk on his face that displayed his dimples. But there’s been nothing and it made her miserable inside.

Amiyah didn’t want to be the reason for him to not come over anymore. She was used to seeing his face almost every other day and to see that it changed because of her made her upset with herself. Not only that, because of his absence, Amiyah didn’t know if Erik and her brother were still good friends. Durk had mentioned his in a conversation a week after their last exchange and that was the last time. Amiyah was worried about him. She wanted to know how he was doing but mostly she wanted to have a second chance with him.

“Yo what you got a taste for?” Durk snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Uh it doesn’t matter. Whatever you order.” She sighed sitting the pillow next to her.

He nodded his head as he finished his blunt putting it in his ashtray. A text notification came to his phone. Amiyah heard him curse before messaging whoever it was back.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just going back and forth with this promoter about letting me throw a bash at the club for the night. You know with Valentines Day coming up on Saturday.” Durk answered staying on his phone.

Amiyah knitted her brows. “Why you tryna throw a bash? Why not just get VIP and call it a night?” She asked confused leaning her head on her hand.

Durk smacked his lips. “Because I’m doing this for the whole hood. Plus it’s a celebration for something else that I’m not telling yo nosy ass about. But I’m have my niggas to the right and nothing but bad bitches to the left. It’s bout to be a movie.” He playfully plucked her nose before getting up going into the kitchen.

Amiyah followed after she heard who he planned to have there. Erik popped into her head. She wanted to know if he was going to be one of the members in the group. She had to know so she figured she could ask for an invite.

“Well can I go?” She sat on the counter next to him.

Durk chuckled. “Since when you go to parties?”

“Since now. So can I come?” Folding her arms she pressed for the second time.

“No. Amiyah I’m not allowing you around these people. You know I don’t like you being around that type of shit anyway.” He stated while eating grapes from out of the package.

Amiyah scoffed. “ ‘Allow’? Durk I thought we just made up about this. You promised you would stop treating me like a baby and let me live and learn responsibility. That was what you told me, remember?”

After her and Erik’s first argument she had him take her home. Later that night Durk came back to find her there. He was happy that she decided to come back and they talked out their problems. Amiyah told him how she felt about him treating her like a child and how he had to stop. Durk was hesitant but agreed in letting her make her own choices from now on to help her become responsible.

Placing the bag of fruit on the table Durk eyed his sister folding his arms as well. He shook his head as he gave in.

“Damn alright you can go but yo ass is standing beside me the whole night. I’m not playing with you Amiyah.”

Interrupting him Amiyah hopped off the counter jumping up and down clapping her hands. She skipped up to him and wrapped her arms around his body giving him a bear hug.

“Thank you big brother!” She grabbed his face bringing it down to kiss his cheek.

“Miyah stop acting like I keep yo ass chained up in this house all day ‘fore I change my mind. Extra ass.” He pushed her away.

“Okay I have to get an outfit, my nails done. Can I bring Kelly? Who’s all going to be there?” She rushed him with questions.

“I guess you can bring the one and only lil friend you got.” He laughed.

Amiyah pushed his shoulder. “Okay but who’s gonna be there?” She asked hoping to get the answer she was anticipating for.

He shrugged. “I don’t know shit Moe, Erik, Cane, and a few other people I rock with.”

Her heart stopped when she heard Erik’s name. But when she heard Cane’s she felt her stomach flutter with nerves. How the hell did her brother know Cane? It was too much for her to catch up with the fact that two of the guys in his circle had her caught up. If they were both planning on being at the bash then Amiyah would try her best to avoid being around them at the same time.

“Cool!” She gave a half smile.

Durk snapped his fingers. “Oh I’ve been meaning to ask you. Your birthday coming up in a few weeks. Got any plans?”

“No not really. Why?” She stepped closer trying to figure out what he had planned.

“If you down I was thinking outta the country and a place that has dazzling white sand and water so clear that you can see your toes in it. What you think about that?” He asked speaking in a narrator tone.

Amiyah covered her mouth. “Please tell me you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about?”

Durk laughed at her reaction. “You tryna go to Turks and Caicos or what?”

Amiyah jumped on him as he caught her. Turks and Caicos was one of her top places she had on her traveling bucket list. She couldn’t believe that he was able to make this happen for her. She was truly greaful but curious.

“Wait I want to go but why you trying to bring me now? You coming up on here with shopping bags every other day and now you taking me on vacation. I mean I know you got money and everything but did you win the lottery or something?” She asked playfully unable to contain her smile.

He laughed. “You asking too many questions. Next week I’ll give you some money so you can start shopping for the trip. But right now I got to go check out the venue I’ll be back. Love you kid.” He tapped her head before leaving.

Amiyah smiled watching her brother disappear out the door.

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“So you tryna tell me you never saw the movie Soul Food?” Harmony stopped in the middle of crocheting her blanket.

Erik chuckled shaking his head. “Nah I told you I wasn’t a big movie watcher growing up.”

“But Soul Food is a classic though. Like how you do as a black person go your whole life without watching it? Make it make sense Erik?” She giggled going back to her knitting.

“Damn you ain’t gotta come for my childhood like that though.” He sat up on her furniture.

“Oh that’s right I keep forgetting your younger than me so I understand.”

Erik rolled his eyes shaking his head. He was 25 and she was 26. Harmony only had him by one year and always had to bring it up almost every time they got together. But Erik knew it was nothing but jokes with her. They were at her duplex hanging out for the afternoon. Over the past couple of weeks Erik got acquainted with Harmony really well. Her and her brother took over the bar where she worked that her parents passed down to them. She lived right around the block from him. But also they had a lot in common. Both were private people, had similar taste in music, like the same foods, and the lastly great at being single.

Harmony surprised him the first time they had a real deep conversation. She let him know that she wasn’t too bothered with trying to get into a relationship. She said she always had problems in the past so she never did much to try to strive for a new one, but she did remain open minded in the same instance. To Erik she was cool about it and didn’t really bring it up unless he spoke on the subject. They were only friends but they did mess around two or three times, if you want to count a quickie in the bathroom of the bar that she worked at as once.

Their escapades started two weeks ago. Erik thought for sure that he was going to have to deal with her sudden clingy-ness but it didn’t turn out like that. He had to reach out to her afterwards and Harmony told him that she was okay with being friends and fucking at the same time. After that they became somewhat close friends.

Erik got a text from Durk asking to meet up with him about the Valentines Day bash he was throwing. Sending a text back that he was on the way he slipped his phone in his pocket and stood up from the couch.

“I would love to stay but I gotta meet up with someone.” He looked down at her.

Harmony stood up nodding her head. “I’ll walk you out.”

Walking to the door Erik turned around. “Listen my mans is throwing this party on Saturday. If you want to come you can if you free.” He sucked in his top lip.

Harmony smirked biting her bottom one. She stepped closer towards him with a hand on her hip. “You tryna introduce me to your boys already?”

He glanced back in her house before back at her. “I’m just inviting you out to have a good time but if you happened to meet them while doing so then shit yeah.”

Grabbing his shirt she pulled him down to her level and kissed him. Erik wrapped one of his free arms around her tiny waist and traveled down her back to her ass cheeks gripping her left one. He felt her moan into his mouth before she broke the kiss.

Wiping the gloss from his lips she pushed him away and smirked. “I’ll be there.” She stated eyeing him up and down and then closed her door on him.

It took Erik twenty minutes to make it to the auto garage. Getting out and locking his car he headed inside to see Durk, Moe, and Cane gathered around one of the vehicles parked inside. The moment Erik made eye contact with Cane he felt the anger within him ignite. Just being in his presence always made Erik put the blame on him for how things between him and Amiyah ended. When he found out that he took her on a date behind his back Erik was heated and wanted to fuck him up but had to hold off because he didn’t want Durk to know the reason behind it but when Amiyah told him that he kissed her Erik was livid. He couldn’t believe that the same kid who he thought he would like was the same one who turned out to be a snake.

Erik kept his distance from Cane since he put the two and two together and kept it that way. They never said a word to each other unless they had to work with Durk. Strictly for business and that’s all. But Erik was still on edge with Cane knowing about him and Amiyah even though they weren’t together anymore, he just didn’t like the fact that the little nigga had something on him.

Walking up to the trio Erik dapped Mor and Durk, purposefully leaving Cane out. Durk gave a look wondering what was the animosity that the two had against each other all of a sudden before shaking it off.

“What’s up E! Fuck you been at nigga?” Durk asked leaning on the hood of the truck.

“Chillin. So what’s going on with this party you throwing? What’s up with that?” Erik stood next to him between him and Moe.

Durk smirked and paused looking at them. “I just figured I could celebrate the fact that I’m fifteen million dollars richer than a bitch and now in business with Shawns old connect.”

“Damn nigga you finally made that shit happen. Now you could put me in charge of some of these corners, take some of the load of your hands.” Cane spoke with excitement as he dapped him up.

Durk laughed. “Nigga you gonna have to earn that shit. Ain’t nothing given over here.” He nudged him back.

Cane smacked his lips shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Aye congrats man.” Moe spoke up.

Durk saluted him before turning to Erik.

“Erik what you think about that? You know when we get our first few keys I’ma need some help. I want you to be my partner.”

“Nah. I’m not tryna get into this type of business man. I told you after this last job we just did three weeks ago was it for me. I’m done.” Erik spoke truthfully.

Durk shook his head. “Well you didn’t look done to me when we was getting that money.”

*Three Weeks Ago*

Moe sat behind the wheel of the all blacked out SUV. Erik rested in the passenger seat while Durk and Cane hid in the back. Parked at least 200 ft away from the small luxurious house with a fence surrounding the perimeter. Erik used his binoculars to find where his target and accomplice were. It was eight at night and Alexis sent Durk a text letting them know that the two of them would be leaving soon. She informed them about the weekend trip he was bringing her on and told them that it would be better for them to come and get the money after they were gone.

Erik heard an irritated sigh leave out of Canes mouth.

“When these muthafuckas gon leave? I’m tryna get these M’s and be out. We already looking suspicious being in this big ass car.” He sucked his teeth putting on his black gloves.

“Nigga would you shut the fuck up. Yo ass been talking for the past ten minutes.” Durk blew out smoke from his blunt.

“Look she said they was gonna be out any minute now so chill the fuck out!” Erik’s voice heightened without looking back.

Within the next fifteen minutes Alexis was walking out with Shawn. They put their luggage in the trunk before hopping inside the car. After a few minutes of observing them Erik watched as they pulled out the gated driveway and down the road. Durk waited until he got a text from Alexis letting him know that they were on the highway heading to the airport. Moe turned on the truck and pulled up right in front of the house to make it easier to getaway. Getting out Erik, Durk, and Cane put on their gloves and ski mask on their heads so that by the time they would walk inside the home they could pull them down to avoid any security cameras.

“Y’all niggas know the fucking drill. We get the money and we out this bitch. Cane grab the duffles.” Durk instructed as he put his glock on his waist.

Erik watched as Cane did was he was told. His expression was irritated by the fact that he had to take orders which Erik figured he wasn’t to doing. Cane had the attitude of trying to be a leader but he just didn’t know how to operate as one yet. Erik picked up his own duffle and walked to the driver side where Moe was seated.

“You remember the signal right? Hit the lock alarm on the truck in a pattern of three times if you feel like something’s wrong.”

“But Durk said not to interrupt unless I actually see someone coming.” Moe stated unsure.

Looking over towards Durk and Cane who were waiting Erik shook his head turning back to Moe. “Trust me man. If you feel like something is wrong give us a heads up. Better safe and out of jail than sorry. Got it?” Erik knitted his eyebrows letting him know that he was serious.

Moe nodded and rolled up his window. Erik then started to hike towards the gate. Entering the code that was given to him he put it in watching the wide gates open slowly. They headed towards the house. Checking around the perimeter of the area, they planned to avoid using the front door. So they asked Alexis to leave one of her side doors unlocked. Cane walked towards it first and wiggled the handle. When the door popped up with ease he looked back and smiled before sliding his mask over his face. Durk and Erik did the same following him inside.

The three pair of eyes wandered around in amaze as the toured throughout the luxurious mini mansion. Erik shook his head as he thought about how Alexis didn’t have a problem risking living like this just to satisfy her selfish needs. She had everything that she ever wanted. Money, cars, the latest fashion, and her hair and nails were always in tip top shape.

Not only that but this house that she could live in full time if she chose to. From the way she would tell them how Shawn was stuck on stupid over her let Erik know that the nigga loved her enough to put up with her and her how shit. There was no way that he was going around town not knowing what his own fiancée was doing. He had to know but just to stupid in love to do anything about it. Erik scoffed to himself never wanting to be that deep in love with someone.

“Aye y’all niggas come up here! I think I got something.” Cane shouted from the top of the banister on the second floor.

Jogging up the stairs, Erik behind Durk, went into the master bedroom. They looked around trying to see why he called them in there.

“Nigga what are we supposed to be looking at?” Durk asked through his mask.

“That’s what I thought when I came in here at first. Nothing looks out of the ordinary but check this out. This some rich shit here.” Going over to the walk in closet Cane pushed aside some of Shawns suits that was hanging up revealing a small red button. When he clicked it the wall slid to the side disappearing.

“You gotta be fuckin kidding me.” Erik whispered to himself.

It was a panic room. Inside the blue neon lit medium sized room was guns holstered against the wall. The ammo inside their cases sat to the side. Erik looked to the right to find that there was some of Shawn’s famous ice pieces laid out on a shelf. All of his most prized possessions was in this room and they had access to all of it. But Erik wasn’t here for that. They had a mission and that was to try and walk out with as much of that money as they can.

“Fuck y’all niggas doing standing around. Get to bagging this shit up.” Durk laughed unzipping his duffel bags.

The money was in a clear casing directly in the middle of the room. It was too much cash to try and fit it all in one duffel bag so they all got three each but it still didn’t look like it would work. Working as fast as they could they were starting to run out of room.

“Durk we don’t have enough bags for this shit.” Cane told him standing up.

Durk looked up at him while placing the stacks in his bags. “So then go run ya ass down to the truck dump it out and come back in here for the rest.” Erik could see that Cane looked confused through his mask. “Now!” Durk yelled.

After the repeated cycle of going back and forth it took them fifteen minutes to gather all of the money. Durk grabbed what he had left and went to the car while Erik and Cane got the rest. To Erik’s surprise everything was going smooth until he seen Cane reach for Shawns jewelry. He knew that it was a bad idea but decided not to say anything. That would be the consequences that Cane would have to deal with and not him.

The sound of the car alarm went off and they immediately ran out of the room and out the house. Throwing the bags in the back Erik hopped back into the car. Moe pulled off once they were safely in. Pulling off his mask he felt Durk slap his shoulder and laughing in celebration as if he just won the lottery.

“With all this money right here. Mufuckas gon be calling me the black Pablo Escobar because I’m bout to take over all of this shit.” Durk laughed smelling the cash.

Erik shook his head. He was glad that it was finally over but deep down inside him he had a terrible feeling that it was the worst decision he ever made.

*Flashback Over*

Erik folded his arms as he jogged his memory of the prior event.“I’ll have to think about it. This some serious shit you asking me Durk. Next level shit.”

Durk smacked his lips. “You always gotta think about some shit instead of doing it. But anyways, I’m doing a lil bash and I want y’all niggas to be there.”

Everyone shook their head agreeing.

“It’s gonna be some bad bitches in there right? I might have to throw on my best walking up in that bitch.” Cane joked around showing off his new Patek Philippe watch.

“I don’t know why you asking. They ain’t gon be worried about ya young broke ass with that pond shop watch you got on.” Durk clowned him rolling his eyes.

Erik smirked watching Cane dismiss him with a wave of his hand. “I’ll be there and I’ma bring a plus one. That’s cool?” Erik asked dapping him up. He seen Cane looking confused at him out the corner of his eye.

“So you done found someone else to get ya dick wet? I thought you was gonna be stuck on that bitch Alexis for a minute.” Durk teased him smiling.

“Fuck you worried about my dick for? Gay ass!” Erik laughed pushing him. “Nah she just a friend. I met her at this bar she work at down from my place. She real cool.” He smiled thinking about Harmony.

“Well I’ll be the judge of that when I meet her. I’ll see you on Saturday.”

The two dapped each other up with a side hug and departed from one another.

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“You sure your brother ain’t gonna have a problem with you putting on that outfit for tonight.” Kelley question Amiyah as she pulled down the front of her dress.

It was finally Saturday night. The night of the Valentine’s Day bash and it was fifteen minutes after nine. They were running late. Durk had told her make it before that time so that she would be let inside without any complications but of course she didn’t listen. Amiyah was stuck choosing between dresses as the time went by. After finding out that Erik was going to be there she wanted to look her best. She hadn’t seen him in a month and she was going to try and impress him some how.

“Why? Do I look okay? Does it fit my body right?” She rambled the questions as she tried to take off the fifth dress for the night.

Kelley rolled her eyes getting. She was already dressed and ready to pick her up by eight thirty but when she walked in Amiyah’s room she was still in her bra and panties.

“You look fine. I think that this is the one you should actually wear. You look beautiful.” She rested her chin on her opened shoulder giving her a soft smile.

Amiyah glanced at her appearance in her body length mirror. She tugged at the pink tie-dye fashion nova Rustic Root Ruched Mini Dress. Her shoulders were out in the open and her cleavage on full display. She knew that there was no way she would be around her brother tonight. Knowing him he would try to send her back home to change and embarrass her in front of everyone. Amiyah blew out air of frustration while throwing her head back.

“Your not just saying that because I’m taking too long are you?” She squinted her eyes at Kelley.

Kelley giggled. “Yes I am but it do look good now let’s hurry up and go before we don’t get in at all.”

Finishing up her final touches Amiyah did a last sweep over her body before grabbing her coat and heading out with Kelley to her car. The club was a good twenty minutes away but with there barely being any cars out tonight they made it in fifteen. Pulling up to the location Kelley and Amiyah both whispered a “damn” at the scene in front of them.

“Your brother wasn’t lying when he said that he was gon have the whole hood pop out.” Kelley exclaimed as she fortunately found parking.

“I guess he wasn’t.” Amiyah whispered to herself. She was starting to feel self conscious about her choice of clothing all over again. The expression was written on her face.

“Listen let me tell you this. We are about to go up in here and have the best night of our lives. We gon dance, diss any niggas that try to step to us, drink, and get fucked up. Don’t worry about what other people think. They already have an idea of you in their head so why stress yourself trying to change it. Fuck what they think.” Kelley lectured while applying her lip gloss.

Amiyah giggled nodding her head. Her confidence level going up just a bit from the pep talk. She answered her back with a “thank you” as they got out the car. Walking hand and hand, they walked to the front of the line. The music blasting on the inside was clearly audible on the out. Sounds of people complaining could be heard when they reached the bouncer.

“I hate to be the one to tell you beautiful ladies but the end of the line is down there.” The tall and buff light skinned bouncer pointed in the direction.

“Oh see we’re with her brother, the one who’s supposed to be hosting the bash, Durk.” Kelley spoke for them.

He raised an eyebrow looking back and forth between them. “Y’all with Durk?”

They nodded in unison while smiling.

“Yeah well you and everyone else. Now get to the back of my line.” His face stern and unfazed.

“Wait Durk is my brother and he told me to be here early but I was running late. Can you just let us in and I’ll bring him back out here to confirm it.” Amiyah pleaded with her hands folded.

“Girl you not the first one that claimed to be some type of family member of his to get in free. Besides I ain’t never heard about Durk having no sister.” The bouncer eyed her up and down with disbelief.

Amiyah sighed. She didn’t even bother to try and call him because she knew that he wouldn’t be able to hear it over the loud music. She gave Kelley an apologetic look as they started to walked to the end but the sound of someone calling her name stopped her.

“Amiyah?”

Turning around she saw Cane walking up to the front. He was wearing a white Christian Dior newspaper denim jean jacket. Underneath was a plain black Dior shirt and black washed jeans to match. Inhaling a sharp breath, Amiyah forgot about him being one of those included.

“Hey Cane. What are you doing here?” She replied softly. She was embarrassed being seen walking to the back of the line.

“I’m here for the party. Why you not inside?” He asked with a smile.

“The bouncer won’t let us in. He thinks we’re just tryna cut the line.” She shrugged rolling her eyes at the security guy.

Cane laughed catching her action. “Do you not know who the host is to this shit? Your brother, that nigga should be escorting you in.”

Amiyah laughed shaking her head.

“Come on. I got y’all.”

Kelley smirked at her as they folded their arms together walking back to the front. They stood next to Cane watching him speak to the guy.

“Yo Diamond, they with me and this is Durk lil sis. Remember her face and think twice next time before you try and keep her from getting in. Got it?” Cane tapped his shoulder creating space for them to walk pass.

“I got it.” The bouncer mumbled letting them by.

When they made it in it was packed to the max in the venue. There was beautiful women and fine men all through the place. Pop Smokes- Hello bombed through the speakers. Bottle girls danced while holding up Don Julio 1942’s and sparklers in the air. Amiyah was impressed with the turn out. She reached for Kelley as they both of their lips curled up with excitement.

“We bout to be lit as fuck.” Kelley yelled over the music.

Feeling a tap on her shoulder she turned to face Cane. His eyes traveling over her body made her stomach fill up with nerves. “Yeah?”

“VIP is up there. I think your brother would want you to be there.” Cane licked his lips. His eyes couldn’t stop going below her face.

Amiyah nodded. “Okay.” She grabbed Kelley’s hand as he led the way up the stairs.

Spotting her brother, Durk had different girls surrounding him. One was twerking on him while the other two recorded and took shots from the tequila bottles. Amiyah rolled her eyes at the sight. Walking over to him she patted his shoulder trying to get his attention.

“Can I help you?” He snapped his head at her.

Amiyah chuckled noticing he was tipsy but also that he didn’t even recognize her. “Really Derrick you don’t even know your own sister?” She folded her arms.

Pushing the girl who was dancing on him out the way he faced her looking over her. Durks face contorted up confused at her outfit.

“Who are you? Because I know Amiyah ass ain’t come out the house like that-“

“Don’t start Durk you promise.” She cut him off reminding him.

He took off his jacket and pushed it towards her. “Here at least put this on.”

Amiyah laughed pushing it away. “I left mine in the car for a reason. Leave me alone.” She started to walk away but felt him grab her wrist.

“Unh uh I didn’t forget. I told you you was going to stay beside me all night, so have fun.” He went back to letting the girls dance on him.

Kelley looked at him with disgust before turning to her friend. “I’m about to get us a drink from the bar. I’ll be back...maybe.” She stated the last part lowly but Amiyah heard it. She watched her leave the VIP section.

Opening up one of the 1942’s that was on the table Amiyah figured she could get her drink on right here. Tilting her head back she allowed the liquor to go down her throat. She made a sour face shaking her head from the taste. She repeated it giving herself four shots. Amiyah wasn’t much of a drinker so it didn’t take much to get her tipsy. Standing on the couch next to her brother she rocked side to side rapping the lyrics along to the song.

“Amiyah sit ya light weight ass down.” Durk yelled drunkenly towards her.

She waved him off and continued to do her thing. From the way she was standing she had a view of whoever was going to come in the section. She thought it was the liquor playing tricks with her until she saw him take more steps coming up. He was dressed in a two tone knitted Givenchy sweater with black jeans. The blinging from his watch and gold chains around his neck caught her eyes. When he smiled he revealed the gold canines in his mouth. His beard looking freshly moisturized and his waves on swim. His eyes were low which told her that he probably smoke a couple of blunts before coming inside. He looked so good.

Amiyah watched as he greeted everyone in the section with salutes and daps before walking up to her brother who was seated next to her.

“Nigga why the fuck you got to come up here and show me out for my shit?” Durk yelled playfully standing up and boxing him.

Amiyah watched as they interacted with each other. At least her question from earlier was answered. They look like they were still best friends.

“Come on man, this light work.” His voice coming out as smooth as butter.

“Yeah whatever nigga.” Durk turned towards her making her status known. “Miyah you not gon say what’s up to Erik?”

When she heard his name she got butterflies in her stomach. It was like it was her first time meeting him all over again. After a month of not seeing him nothing had changed. Her feelings for him never fading but only enhancing the minute she saw him.

“Hey Erik.” She smiled softly putting the bottle that was in her hand down and stepped off the seat.

Erik nodded his head towards her. “What’s good!” He stated nonchalantly. Amiyah couldn’t deny that she was hurt from the tone in his voice. He didn’t even smile at her, only just a nod. But yet they kept eye contact with each other.

“So where she at? I’m trying to meet this “friend”.” Durk asked doing the quotation marks with his fingers.

Amiyah stood to the side confused hearing her brother over the loud music. She didn’t realize that there was a small petite woman standing somewhat behind Erik until her brother mentioned the word ‘she’. She watched as Erik held her hand pulling her in front of him. His arms wrapped around her waist pulling her into him as he rocked them side to side lightly.

“This is my friend Harmony. Harmony this is my best friend and brother Durk.” Erik smiled introducing them. Amiyah felt a sting when he didn’t even bother to introduce her.

She laughed holding her hand out to shake his. “Hi it’s nice to finally meet you. I heard a lot about you Durk.”

Amiyah observed Harmony. She was beautiful. Nice brown skin complexion, pretty hair that looked natural like it was hers, her outfit hugged her coke bottle shape. She had the perfect breast to hips and ass ratio. Her waist barely existing. Amiyah took note of everything. Everything that she dreamed to be but wasn’t. Sadness clouded over her face as she watched them embrace each other.

“Well I hope he told you only good things. But fuck all that you are beautiful ma. I don’t know how you ended up with this ugly ass nigga.” Durk joked around.

Erik gave him a straight face before laughing. “Fuck outta here. So what’s up where the drinks at? You know I need my shit.”

Durk nodded his head going to the table and grabbed his personal bottle of Hennessy and handing it to him. “Drink up!”

Amiyah watched him crack open his bottle and drunk it down like it was water. The little action reminding her of the time when she was at his condo and how he sipped on the bitter drink before showing her the crazy things he could do with his tongue. Amiyah bit her inner cheek grabbing her own bottle and throwing it back two more times.

“Damn girl you can drink.” She heard a light voice laugh. Turning her head while wiping her mouth she saw that it was Harmony.

Amiyah smiled shyly. “I’m just tryna turn up while I can.” Her words a little slurred.

“I’m Harmony. I came with Erik.” Harmony held her hand out again.

Amiyah glanced at it quickly before shaking it. “Amiyah.”

“That’s a pretty name. Are you Durks girl?” She asked genuinely.

Amiyah scrunched her face up doing a fake puke. “Uh no that’s my brother. I came here with him and my friend who’s somewhere around here.”

Harmony laughed holding her fist up to her mouth. She shook her head. “I’m sorry I just saw you standing up here next to him that’s all. Erik didn’t tell me he had a sister.”

“It’s okay.” Amiyah turned her direction towards Erik who was sipping on his bottle while listening to whatever Durk was telling him in his ear. Once again she was hurt when Harmony told her that she didn’t know about her.

For the rest of the night she remained in same spot. Babysitting the area. Kelley came back a few times trying to get her to sneak away but she didn’t want to. Her mood was ruined every time she would look in their direction to find Harmony grinding on Erik and him standing there catching what she was throwing. So she drunk her bottle and danced next to her brother who would wrap his arm over her shoulder as they rapped to whatever song was playing.

In the mist of the party Amiyah saw Erik whisper something to Harmony before getting up to leave the section. She figured she could use this chance to find him and talk to him. To see how he was doing. To get him to look at her the way he used to. Anything to be near him.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” Amiyah shouted to her brother who only nodded his head drinking out of her bottle.

Walking out the section she bumped and squeeze passed the bodies. She didn’t have a clue where he went. She thought she could catch up with him but with a crowd like the one that was in there tonight it was hopeless. Amiyah gave up trying to search for his frame over the party goers. She strolled to the back hall that held the bathrooms. Going inside the music level dimmed down making it easy to hear if someone was to have a conversation back here.

Dragging her fingers across the wall, her head stayed down not paying attention to what was in front of her causing her to bump into someone.

“Damn my bad.” His deep voice spoke lowly.

Looking up, it was Erik. His eyes were low and going over her body as he stroked his beard.

“It’s o-okay.” Her words becoming a stutter.

Erik nodded his head. She looked tipsy to him or maybe even drunk. He never seen her in this state so it was hard for him to decipher. But Erik knew that he couldn’t leave her alone like this. He wanted to make sure that she was okay.

“You good? You look a lil fucked up.” He spoke bluntly.

“I’m fine. I didn’t have that much.” Amiyah replied. She was tipsy but still was aware of what she was doing.

“I could wait until your finished in the bathroom. We could walk back together.” Erik shoved his hands in his pockets.

Amiyah leaned on the wall with her hands behind her back. “I don’t think your girlfriend would like the sight of us coming back at the same time.”

He smirked as his jaw clenched. “You worried about her when all I’m trying to do is make sure you make it back safe. I don’t want none of these weird ass niggas trying shit. But you thinking about Harmony.” He shook his head as he leaned against the other wall directly in front of her.

“I’m just saying she might get the wrong idea-“

“She’s not my girl.” Erik spoke up cutting her sentence.

Amiyah rolled her eyes and scoffed. “You told me that the last time.” She mumbled knowing he could hear.

Erik’s faces scrunched up. “What’s it to you? Why does it matter if she’s my girl or not?” His arms now folded.

“Because I just find it funny how quick you moved on that fast.” Amiyah snapped looking him up and down.

Erik chuckled. “But wasn’t it you that broke up with me? So I don’t get how you could be hurt by the fact that I’m moving on and you stuck.”

“No Erik I’m hurt at the fact that you act like nothing happened between us.” She was gaining her liquid courage when she stepped in his face. “And how you can just bring her here to meet my brother but not have the decency to even look my way.”

Erik sucked in his bottom lip watching her express herself. “Still don’t know what that got to do with you.” He shrugged.

He was just as hurt as she was. His feelings for her were still raw and there but he wanted to make her feel the same way he felt when she ended it with him. When Erik introduce Harmony to Durk and not Amiyah he did it on purpose. The way he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body close to his was on purpose. The way he let her dance on him in front of her was on purpose. He could feel her stares on them. Erik was hurt and he wanted her to know what he was feeling.

Amiyah scoffed shaking her head. “What is it about her that’s so special? What? The fact that you can fuck her without having to worry about her crazy ass brother finding out about it. That’s why you’re fucking her?”

Erik chuckled. “How would you know if I’m fucking her or not?”

“For you to be some drug dealer you sure are a fucking coward Erik!” Amiyah pushed his chest but he caught her by the wrist.

“I told you I’m not a fucking drug dealer and for someone to not ride dick...you sure are riding mine. Why you worried about who I’m fucking if you ain’t the fucking me?” Erik’s words were hard.

Amiyah stared at him. “I hate you.” She mumbled looking at his lips trying to free herself.

Erik backed her into the wall. He put her hands above her head and interlocking their fingers as he looked down at her and towered over her body. “Fuck you say to me?”

“I said I hate you-“

Her words were cut off with his lips connecting to hers. His hold left her hands and his arms wrapped around her waist. Traveling down to her ass he cupped both cheeks firmly. Erik felt his dick jump when she moaned into his mouth . Her tongue gliding with his as he felt the warmth of it overtaking his body. It’s been over a month since he felt her lips. Erik’s heart was beating fast knowing that it was risky to be making out with Durks sister and how anyone could walk in and see them. But he couldn’t stop and didn’t want to.

Amiyah moaned as she held his face bringing him impossibly closer than what he already was. She could taste the Hennessy off of his tongue mixed with her tequila. She was putting everything that she was feeling into this kiss. She wanted him to know that she missed him and wanted to start over. She didn’t mean it when she said that she hated him. With the alcohol and emotions getting in the way she wanted to say anything to keep him by her.

Erik pulled away with a tug of her lower lip and placed a soft peck on it. He cursed at himself for falling weak for her once again. No matter how much space they had away from each other she was always able to pull him in.

“What is it about her that I’m not?” Amiyah interrupted his thoughts. She tried to stop herself from asking the question but she wanted to know.

Erik sighed putting his forehead against hers. “You gotta learn how to stop questioning yourself when it comes to these other females. Your beautiful ma. Stop that shit.” He gave her one last kiss on the top of her head as he left her standing there alone going back to the party.

“Okay.” Amiyah whispered to herself.

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Navigating Nick Amaro [9]

Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Pairing: Nick x Reader Word Count: 1.2k Read other chapters here

You finish writing the note and set it on the box beside the door before throwing your bags over your shoulder and making your way out into the hot and humid air to your Uber that is awaiting you on the curb.

“Thank you.” You say quietly when you slide into the car.

You pass Nick four blocks from the house, walking back the opposite way from you. Even from the car, you can see his clenched jaw as he stares straight ahead. He’s lost in thought, angry but thinking about something. By something, it’s probably the fight the two of you just had. He’s going to be even ore angry when he gets back and all that is waiting for him is boxes to be unpacked and a note from you saying you left.

It’s stupid and an awful way to say goodbye to your best friend, especially after a fight. Especially after having sex and having a fight. You had sex with Nick.

“Fuck.” You whisper under your breath.

“You okay?” Your driver asks, concerned.

“Yeah, it’s just guy problems.” You sigh.

“Oh, spill the tea, sis.” She says, glancing over at you. “Is that his house you just left?”

“Yeah,” you nod.

She waits for you to say more and impatiently sighs, “And… tell me more.”

“He’s my best friend.” You shrug, “I took a vacation from work to drive from New York to help him move in and…” you tell her absolutely everything on your ride to the airport.

She nods and listens, occasionally interjecting with her opinion. “Girl, he loves you and it sounds like you may love him too. Fuck your job, girl. Tell me to turn around so you can go fuck that man. Tell him how you feel.”

“I don’t know, Alexis. He is my best friend.”

“You’ve already slept with him. The person you decide to spend your life with, should be your best friend.” She says softly.

“I have to go back to New York.” You shake your head, staring out the window. “I have to.”

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When Nick gets back to the house, he is surprised by the silence and the note lain on the box beside the door. He was prepared to walk in, pride swallowed and apologize. He was going to confess all the feelings he had pushed aside for the betterment of your friendship, but you were gone. Left to the airport without a formal goodbye, just words scrawled on a scrap of paper.

“Shit!” He shouts, pacing the room, paper crushed in his left hand.

He stops at the front door, looking out at the car the two of you used to trek the country to get here and there is only one thing that crosses his mind. I need to stop her. He runs to the kitchen, grabs the keys and sprints out to the car.

“Please, don’t leave.” He pleads quietly, hoping you somehow get the message.

He swerves through traffic, checking the time on his phone as he tries and tries to call you, but the phone keeps going straight to voicemail. He’s surprised by the fact that he hasn’t been pulled over for his speed, knowing it must be some miracle and —other than you not answering the phone — things must be on his side.

He pulls into the airport, two minutes to the departure time you wrote on the note you left for him. He throws the car in park, jumps out and races into the bustling airport. Again, he tries calling you as he goes up to check on the status of your plane.

Too late.

The gate is closed and the plane is preparing for departure. You’re gone. His face drops and so does his heart as he just stands there, people walking by and bumping shoulders. After what feels like an eternity, he turns and walks out. He climbs back into the car and drives back to his house, obeying all the traffic laws.

“There you go again, letting your anger ruin things.” He says to himself, shaking his head, trying one more time to call you, knowing you won’t answer.

He ruined things.

As he gets closer to the house, the more he dreads being there alone. So instead of just driving home, unpacking his packs and wallowing in his lonely, he keeps driving with no destination in mind but knows he can’t be in that house by himself — not yet. He calls Maria and talks her into letting him get Zara earlier than originally planned. Then he takes the long drive to pick up Gil, they stop for dinner and pick up some paint and other things for their rooms and the rest of the house. Some groceries and snacks for the kids.

By the time they got back to the house, it was late, around 10:30 at night. Nick was hoping to pull up and see you sitting on the front steps of the house waiting for him to come home, but you weren’t there. The porch was empty and the door closed.

“Is Y/N inside?” Zara asks excitedly.

“No, she had to go back home.” Nick shakes his head, unlocking the car door and getting out with the kids.

Everyone walks up to the house and inside, once Nick unlocks the door, with their hands full of items. Nicks herds the kids to their rooms with their things and as he passes his room stops in his tracks.

There, on the lonely mattress in the middle of the floor is where you fell asleep last night. You were so peaceful, snoring lightly and talking softly. He didn’t want to wake you or make things awkward with sleeping next to you, so he ventured to the living room and slept there. Now, the room is empty, the only sign anyone had been in there are the painted walls and the rumpled blankets on the unmade bed.

“Dad! I thought you said Y/N went home.” Zara calls out from her room.

“She did.” He replies, closing his bedroom door.

“Obviously not,” Gil says, stepping into the hallway with you.

“Hey, Nick.” You say cautiously. “Can we talk?”

“Uh, yeah.” Nick nods, eyes wide in surprise. “I thought you went back.”

“I changed my mind.” You follow him out back to the small back porch.

“Why?”

There’s a moment of silence between the two of you as you both stand out in the warm, darkness. Biting the inside of your cheek you look from your feet up to him.

“So I had this Uber driver, Alexis, who is great by the way. I was talking to her about, well us, and the trip and what’s happened and how I feel. She told me-”

“How do you feel?” He cuts you off with his question and a tilt of his head.

“What?”

“How do you feel, Y/n?”

“Nick, I was wrong to say that we should pretend nothing happen. Something happened and it was a big something and it meant something. It meant, everything. I was wrong to blow you off. I was scared that if something happened between us it would ruin our friendship. I’ve spent so long pretending that is all I wanted, but the truth is I’ve loved you for a long time.” You confess.

Nick smile, leaning in to gently press his warm, soft lips against yours. He wraps his strong arms around you and pulls you close into him. “I’ve loved you since we were teenagers.” He whispers against your lips.

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himboholhorse-moving · 5 years

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1 2 4 7 8 9 13 18 20 26 27 29 30 32 39 40 41 43/44 45 46 49 51 53 55 56 57 59 63 65 that is. so many dghsdghsdgv I'm sorry I just see an ask meme and go crazy aaaa go stupid aaaa. You can just answer whichever u like from those!! also 69(nice): you seem rly nice and funny from your 🅱️osts and I appreciate u... I hope you can find better irl friends who aren't trash

HDSKFJKS I completely understand but lucky for u I LOVE to talk !!

1) How are you?

Pretty good, actually!! Which is a nice change of pace. I went to Walmart with some friends yesterday and got a few things, baked a family recipe that my friends LOVE, and finally did my laundry (it’s been a couple weeks we love depression and executive dysfunction dfhkjsfd). I went to Cracker Barrel with some friends and earlier and played a 4-way game of Tetris after. :3c

2) Post a picture of yourself.

Here you go !!

4) What is your entire name?

Sierra Alexis and my last name is something constantly misspelled so I’ll give you the name of a historical figure whose name is a letter off from mine: George B. McClellan, to whom I may or may not be related because last name variations are fuckin’ WEIRD.

7) Your zodiac/horoscope and if you think it fits your personality.

I’m a Capricorn sun and moon, and Libra rising !! And from what I’ve read on Twitter from various astrologers, like Milkstrology, I LOVE her, I’d say it’s pretty accurate with my personality!! I like to say Capricorn’s aren’t cold bitches but, I Have A Tendency To Be One !!

8) What did you do on your last birthday?

God what DID I do on my last birthday… it was in January, so like, I SHOULD remember… OH I went to IHOP with my friends !! I share a birthday with another friend and I got a JoJo notebook and something called a Fuggler! They’re stuffed animals more or less but designed to be “ugly.” I got one that looks like Philadelphia Flyers mascot Gritty because I LOVE Gritty… he’s so fun and funky.

9) What is one thing you’d like to accomplish before your next birthday?

Get all my requests in my inbox over on my writing blog done KJHFDJKSF it’s been a few months and life has been. Hectic to say the least.

13) If you could change your eye color, would you?

There’s so much weird as hell brown-eye-phobia so like… I think blue eyes would be pretty neat. OR PURPLE… give me some unnatural eye colors pls...

18) Do you have any tattoos?

Not yet!! I’m going to get one the next time I go back home for break. :3c And I have a few ideas for other ones!! I wanna get a big-ass “Dragon Age: Origins” tattoo that’s the dragon on the cover on my thigh. I also wanna get a DA2 and “Inquisition” tattoo… and the Joestar birthmark… too many ideas…

20) Left or right handed?

Right-handed !! I could have been left-handed or ambidextrous if I broke my arm AFTER I started kindergarten, but alas that was before.

26) Something you are working on right now:

This !! But also the script for my next podcast episode that I record on uhhh Monday I think. Should probably figure that one out dsjfjhsf

27) Do you have any “rules” about food?

I answered that in the last ask !!

29) What would you say is your best quality?

I also answered this in the last ask !!

30) What do you think you’re really good at?

Writing, I’d say! And memorizing trivia about the stuff I’m super into. If it’s stuff pertaining to “M*A*S*H” or old movies or TV shows or actors or specific historical events, I will know that shit FOR LIFE. Don’t ask me to do math pls thank u

32) What talent do you wish you’d been born with?

I wish I was able to do stuff with music. That was never really in my blood, despite all the music classes they make you take in elementary school. I just never learned how to memorize or read sheet music. :/ I would have loved to play violin, tho… my friend plays and she says I would have been a good cellist.

39) Do you sleep with a stuffed toy?

YES… have for years. I still have my Care Bear from when I was 5, Gritty as mentioned above, a plush of my school’s mascot, and a little Fugo !! He’s so tiny.

40) What do you think about the most?

Everything and constantly and all at once. But the past really because I can never let stuff go and even the small things I mess up on haunt me forever… Wish that wasn’t the case but it is !!

41) Share two habits:

Biting my nails and having a very specific routine in which I get ready when I wake up. Like, I’ve gotta go brush my hair before I put my important cards in my left pocket, then put on my silver bracelet, then my beaded bracelet, then my earbuds in my right pocket, then put my earrings in. I HAVE to do it in that order…

And other oddities that include, like, if I need to go around something I HAVE to follow the urge to go one way and not the other, lest I feel the need to go back and fix it. And then which foot goes first before I reach a crack in the sidewalk, or up or down a curb, etc.

43) What are your career goals?

If I can just make people happy or get some kind of joy out of the things I do, I’d call that enough. :)

44) What is your ideal career?

Mmm, either a film historian or a film professor !! Preferably at the college I’m at right now but wherever the wind takes me, I’ll go! Or a Twitch streamer or YouTuber, it really depends on my mood jdhfjskf

45) Is your life anything like it was two years ago?

It was pretty much the same !! Freshman year was pretty lively, I didn’t have a job on campus yet though, or my podcast. Everything else is basically the same!

46) Do you replay things that have happened in your head?

CONSTANTLY… good or bad it’ll play back over and over and over again.

49) Do you have any phobias?

HOO BOY, DO I… fear of heights; fear of insects/bugs/arachnids/bees/wasps; I have a strong dislike of the number 13 but I don’t know if it’s a phobia, I just. REALLY hate it; the unknown, more or less what lurks somewhere beyond where I can see. Not so much a fear of the dark with that one, just what could BE in it.

51) Are you allergic to anything? If so, what?

I answered this in my last ask, as well!

53) Ever come close to death?

Two or three times, maybe? Two of them involved what’s called a laryngospasm, typically it can happen when your sick, which is what happened to me both times. Basically your throat just closes up on your for a hot minute and you can’t breathe. The first time I genuinely thought I was going to die (and my dad still sent me to school that day… HOE), the second time I was also sick and was losing/had lost my voice DURING A JOB RETREAT and it happened in the middle of the night so that was funny sitting there gasping for breath in the pitch dark.

At the FIRST retreat I went on for that job, you had to take pictures as part of a scavenger hunt, and the place used to be an old military fort, so there were still the old bunkers there. We had to take one on top of it and I was taking the picture, and it’s a wide shot so I go to take a step back but before I do I look behind me. If I hadn’t I would have fallen a good 10-15 feet down onto solid Civil War-era bunker concrete. I’d consider that being a “close to death” moment because I really could have died!

55) A random fact about yourself:

I have a half-brother !! My sis and I finally found him after her 23andMe results came back (which she decided to do despite us being like THE GOVERNMENT WILL COLLECT OUR DATA) and we didn’t think our mom would be happy she found him but she was !! My sis might reach out and contact him, she just wanted our mom’s permission first to do it.

56) What are three things most people don’t know about you?

Well, that I have a half-brother. I don’t mention it a lot. Aside from y’all on here and my sister, most everyone else doesn’t know I’m nonbinary! Everyone else knows I’m bi though lmao. And that there were times I’d stretch or bend the truth or lie about something just to impress someone else. It’s a… Bad Habit. Another thing is that most people don’t know I like coffee? Like I need to put a shit ton of creamer in with it because I’m a Bitch, but yeah.

57) An unknown fact about your life:

I wouldn’t call this an “unknown” fact but I’d used to go to work with my dad every now and again when he worked at the Home Depot and he was assistant manager. I’d either chill in the back room which was an office he shared with two other guys, or walk around the store with him. I had my own apron, too, which was my name with “Mini Mac” next to it, “Mac” being my dad’s nickname and something easier to say than my last name. I actually helped a few customers out so I wonder if I should have gotten paid for that despite being like, ages 9-13 when I’d go jshfkjd

And I guess I technically tested video games as a kid? Basically, when my dad was stationed at Fort Knox, they’d get demos of video games that hadn’t come out yet to test I suppose? and I still have a few somewhere. He’d hand them off to me and I’d play them so there’s that.

59) Five weird things that you like:

Eating globs of wasabi for no reason.

Scaring my friends also for no reason.

I wouldn’t say using cotton swabs to get wax out of your ears because it feels good is weird, just more medically inadvisable if anything.

When I was younger I’d like to floss really hard because the slight pain from it felt good. Young me was a #Freaque KJHDFJJDHF

I don’t know if being fond of alphabetizing and reorganizing things is considered weird but I LOVE doing that.

63) A quote you try to live by:

“It matters not how strait the gate, / How charged with punishments the scroll; / I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul.” It’s from the poem “Invictus” and the last two lines are what I’m getting tattooed !!

65) Weird things you do when you’re alone:

Practice the “Lucky Star” dance. I GOT THE LYRICS DOWN… JUST NEED TO DO THE DANCE NOW…

69) Leave me a compliment:

“you seem rly nice and funny from your 🅱️osts and I appreciate u... I hope you can find better irl friends who aren't trash”

Anon pls 🥺 I do my best to be nice but my friend really do test me sometimes... my feelings bounce back n forth like if they do something my feelings can switch to angry or like, hate, and then if they do something nice I’ll like them again. It sucks but ! I just take it one day at a time. Anon I care for u 💜💜💜

#anonymous #asks #ask games #I love u anon 💜 thank u for letting me just Talk jdhsksjf #Anonymous

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unwriter-sc · 5 years

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So I got bored and did some writing

Here, have some writing for a side project that I’m working on. Please leave me your opinions if you want to.

Martina wasn't sure what to think of what was about to happen, she had wanted this to happen for years, hells, it was the only thing she had dreamed of throughout her teenage years.

She was kneeling in the dimly lit chamber, clad in light grey Mythril armour, with a light cloak with the emblem of House Sarrok, two black crossed swords atop a purple and red field.

She suppressed a shiver as she saw the shining steel of her brother's sword. He had always smelled of dirt and lilac, though the smell was overpowered by the incense that was lit in the room as well, slowly leaving the chamber through the holes in the ceiling that provided entry for a small bit of natural light.

He lifted the sword and placed it on her right shoulder, "In the name of the Angel, I ask you to know mercy, to protect the innocent and always to strive to be better." the sword moved over her head and tapped her left shoulder. "The Reaper demands that you hunt those who would bring harm to innocents, to always see that justice is done and to not become another monster." the sword moved back to the right. "In the name of the Architect, you are to be diligent in your duties, to work until your dying breath to better the world in His Name. Do you swear to uphold all of these values."

Martina felt her throat grow dry, she barely choked out the words "I swear." she swallowed, "On my family's honour, I swear to uphold these values." her brother seemed to take that for an answer, and the sword left her shoulders. Xavier took a deep, easily audible breath.

"Then, I, Ser Xavier of House Sarrok, Son of Ser Alexis of Ashenbridge, Knight of the Chivalric Order of the Protectores de la Tierra, name you, Martina of House Sarrok, Daughter of Lord Alexis of Ashenbridge as Ser Martina, Knight of the Chivalric Order of the Protectores de la Tierra." He breathed out. Martina found herself being overjoyed, Ser Martina sounded quite good now that she thought about it.

Xavier's gauntleted hand raised and a backhanded slap marked her cheek, the metal of his gauntlet digging into her flesh and drawing blood. "That is the last blow that you shall ever take without returning." there was a pause as the blood from her new wound dripped onto the stone floor, satisfied, she was given a command that she had waited for since she knew what a knight was, "Arise, Ser Martina."

Martina rose and looked at her brother in the eyes and gave him a big hug. "Thank you for the honour, Xavier." he reluctantly returned the hug.

"It's all yours, sis, you earned this." he said, his words carrying across the chamber. "I hope you didn't mind the backhand."

"I could return the favour if you want me to." Martina responded she realized how terrifying that statement would be because she was smiling from ear to ear.

"I can do better." He placed a cold gauntleted hand on her face, where he had struck her and closed his eyes. Velanna could feel the wound on her face knitting itself back together, she wasn't sure if that was worse pain than the slap in the first place, but the pleasure of the circumstances didn't really permit her to ponder on that for long

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The proposal - Armin

Sometimes, Candy really didn’t understand her boyfriend. They were together since more than seven years now, and still at the same situation than the first day. Well, not exactly, maybe she was a little over dramatic.

He was now living in his own apartment, became a quite influential youtuber, while she had finally reached her last year of study, and lived in the student district in collocation with Alexy and Priya. They met each other family since years, and all those basic couple stuffs. But Candy was more than ready to make a new step — a big one. The problem was, Armin still didn’t propose anything. Even speaking about it seemed prohibited.

It was why, after her last class of the day, when she came home, she literally jumped on a disconcerted Alexy. She needed to know everything he knew. Without further delay.

Did his twin planned something ? Did he tell him he wasn’t ready for that ? Or maybe he said he didn’t even want to marry her at all ? Could he maybe chea...

“STOP.” She froze while Alexy sighed with dismay. “Candy, just, stop, please. It is nothing like that. And he doesn’t cheat on you. He never did.”

He made her wait the time to put her on the couch and serve her a glass of water. His best friend could be a veritable ordeal when she decided it.

“You can breathe. Girl, of course Armin already thought to you and him as wife and husband. Well, maybe not in the classic way, but wathever, you know in what you are stepped.”

“He... Seriously ?” She blinked with consternation and relief. Before frowning as she was thinking about the reason he still didn’t propose yet. “But if... Why... It doesn’t make sense...”

“I know, for me neither. He has a particular logic. In fact, I never saw him so serious and concerned by anything else. Like, you are still a student, with your thesis he thinks it’s not the time to bother you” Candy raised an eyebrow at this senseless argument — how could his proposal bother her ? — “you don’t live together yet and he believes it is a strict condition for you, and everything like that.”

She could pratically be hurt. Since when Armin forgot who she was ? Right, she wasn’t so free and glib than him — who could ? — but they already lived so many unbelievable stories together, essentially because they were both adventurers. They were sort of jack-of-all-trades. Compared to those moments, what was an engagement ?

However, the answer was simple : if for her, it was a logical suite to their couple, for Armin, who traditionally had to propose — since he was the man, and she was the woman — it was so much more. They never spoke about marriage, and he maybe took it as a sign she didn’t want it. Of course, in this condition, he had all the right to felt insecure and anxious. In fact, Armin was maybe purely and simply afraid she could reject him. The same feeling she had because he didn’t propose anything. They had a little bit of a tag team.

“Well, I’m not agree. Honestly, I’m more than ready, and if he is too, well, we will not wait like that until the end of the world.”

“Do you want me to speak to him, and give him all the signs he needs ?”

“No. If that moron continue to doubt like that, there is only one solution. Come on, take your jacket, we have a shopping to do.”

“What the... Candy !”

“I’m gonna cry. Really.”

“Don’t, or I will begin too.”

“It’s the most beautiful day of my life. My brother will finally have what he wants, and my best friend will also become my sis'. I can die in peace.”

In front of them, the jeweller had all the difficulties to keep his smile for himself. It wasn’t every day he had the occasion to help a woman who needed an engagement ring for her boyfriend — unfortunately, about that subject, traditions were still a little to much anchored in their society. It was quite a hard choice, by the way — and the twin’s lucky guy didn’t really help.

Once they were out of the shop, Candy took her phone and called her boyfriend to fix a date.

“Hey princess, what’s up ?”

As soon as she heard his voice, Candy knew she was doing the right thing. More than ever.

He was late. Of course he was, until evidence to the contrary, he was still Armin. It was too perfect until now.

She was alone on the bench, and she just started to realize what she was doing. Oh god. How did men manage to do that, honestly ? She was fighting against herself to stay concious. Candy remembered those meditation stuffs her father tried to teach her, and closed her eyes, trying to relieve her anxiety.

“Is it for a yoga class you asked me to come ?”

She flinched and opened big eyes. Armin was just in front of her, totally amused by the situation.

“Oh god.”

His smirk grew up. He raised an eyebrow before giving his hand to lead her into a walk.

“No, it’s just me. But thanks for the compliment. I will remind you next time we argue.”

She was so nervous that she couldn’t even get in his game. He certainly saw it, because he started to caress her wrist — with time, he learned how much that simple gesture had a relaxing power on her.

“You know, you’re really pretty like that. In which occasion ?”

No. Could he know ? Did Alexy... ? No, no, no. He wouldn’t.

“Usually, when the boyfriend says something like that, the girlfriend answers by “oh Armin, on you, it would be even much better! You’re so handsome!”. But I understand if you don’t want to admit it.”

As she was still froze, he straightened her head with a finger and gently smiled at his apparently anxious and distracted girlfriend.

“If you told me what kind of thoughts are inside your pretty head right now, it would be easier, don’t you think ?”

That was exactly at this moment she remembered why she was just so eager to marry him. A lot of jokes and sometimes sarcasms, but always with respect and kindness. Even his little smirk he practically always had on his lips showed how attentive to her he was.

Armin was Armin. Maybe not totally perfect, but enough to make her fall in love with him day after day.

“Still nothing ? Well in that case, let me relax you first. Dare or truth ?”

“Wha... Armin, seriously ?”

“Dare or truth ?” He replied, and she couldn’t keep a little laugh he took for a victory.

“Dare.”

Just because Candy was absolutely not ready to make her proposal right now, and because of course he would ask her if she choose the other option.

“Mimic me what’s in your head.” ... Oh. OH.

She was officially trapped right now. This little...

His eyes expressed his pride, and she knew she already loose his game. If she postponed it to tomorrow, she would be exactly in the same condition. She always would, with him around her. That was one of the effects he had on her.

That’s why she looked at him in the eyes, took his hand, before kneeling in front of him. People all around suddenly stoped, but she was focus on her boyfriend right now. His eyebrows were frowning, and he really looked like he tried to understand why the hell she was almost sitting on the floor. So, she just took the ring in her pocket.

Candy offered him a shy smile.

“Normally I am supposed to say something with that, but as I have to mimic it, I can’t do more”.

A weird silence accompanied her speech. He seemed like if he was in another galaxy.

“Wait... What does it mean ? Hum, I have an idea, but are you... You are ? Really ? It’s not... A trick ?” He couldn’t be more lost than that.

“I love our jokes, but it would be a really, really bad one. So... yes, it is really happening. Well, only if you want it, and I could understand if...” Her voice was no more than a whisper. She was tamed by uncertainty.

However, she didn’t have the time to continue, because the second after, he was with her on the ground, being busy to kiss her like if it was the last time.

People all around them applauded, but it was like if they were somewhere far away from them. He was the only one who matters, and Candy felt those million butterflies in her stomach relieved her stress, while his delicious laugh came to her.

“It’s exactly why I love you.”

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After an eventful three years since we last spoke, Thotyssey catches up with the Drag Race Season 9 star to chat about her bridal reality show, DragCon, fan photo etiquette, her (temporary) return to weekly NYC gigs, and the one “pageant” title she will never step down from.

Thotyssey: Hello Alexis, great to talk to you again! So it’s been a whole month already, but where were you for NYC Pride?

Alexis Michelle: OMG, this June was my craziest pride to date! It was busy, especially here in NYC for World Pride… but I love all the rainbow energy. I think all year should be like that! I’ll just tell you about my last few days of June, since the month would take this whole interview! I had the honor of dancing with a group of queeroes backing up Cyndi Lauper, opening the launch at Barclays. Then I had two amazing sold out nights of my new cabaret show at Club Cumming. Saturday morning, I flew to Chicago to perform at Pride in the Park headlining with Todrick Hall, Iggy Azalea, Coco Montrese, Taylor Dayne and more. Then Sunday morning, I painted at the Chicago airport at 4:30am to get to the march here in New York on time… we all know how that went, hahaha! But seriously, the vibes were great. And then I finished the night at Viacom for an awesome party with Lady Bunny spinning tunes!

Wow, I just sat home and watched Gilmore Girls, lol! Is it amazing to you that it’s been over two years since you starred on Season 9 of RuPaul’s Drag Race, and here you are still constantly busy with gigs, projects, collaborations, etc?

It’s not amazing to me, it’s appropriate! But I am deeply grateful. Once the initial touring craze slows down, I think you find your way into your pocket of showbiz and end up doing the projects that are really geared towards you and who you are as a performer.

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Werk! I loved your recent performance of “I Am What I Am” with the American Pops Orchestra… very dramatic and fun! Where was that?

Thank you! It was part of a concert called I Am What I Am: an evening of Jerry Herman and I was invited to come sing with The American Pops Orchestra lead by the wonderful Luke Frazier. It’s a JOY to sing with a full orchestra, and I got to perform at Arena Stage in DC with Paige Davis, Mauricio Martinez and Kathy Najimy! What a gag!

Amazing! And now Thorgy is performing with her full Thorchestra… I guess now even the “high arts” are better with a healthy dose of drag.

ABSOLUTELY!

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Speaking of Thorgy, I really enjoyed “Drag Me Down The Aisle,” a reality show that starred you two with Jujubee and Bebe Zahara Benet, where you advised brides-to-be before their wedding. It was super cute! Only two episodes were aired on TLC, might we see more in the future?

Actually, it was just one epic special so far, and then there was a second prime time airing of the same wedding. We had so much fun filming it and making Emily and John’s wedding awesome, so fingers crossed for more soon!

Yes, definitely crossed! So, I won’t go dragging a certain young queen’s name further through the mud, but there’s been a bit of controversy regarding a recent Drag Race star who refuses to take (free) pictures with fans. She has her own reasons for this, but I think it also speaks to the greater issue of of how much or how little a Drag Race alum should let in a particularly rabid fanbase. Do you find that challenging to navigate sometimes still?

Ahhh… hot topic! Quickly, to the queen you’re speaking of: there is a valid part of the point she was making that I’m not sure has been mentioned yet. Venues and promoters usually charge for meet-n-greets. And there is sometimes pressure to keep the meet-n- greet’s value by not doing pictures with people who didn’t pay. So there’s a layer of respect to the people that paid, and also the venue that hired you. That being said, I think that’s not something that needed to be Tweeted.

For me, the only thing I’m strictly against are photos when I’m not on stage, without consent. If I’m performing under stage lights, fire away baby! But if I’m walking or standing around, or in an elevator, please ask. The way I separate meet-n-greet pics from quick photos people ask for when I’m on the go is, I offer to take a selfie. Rather than a posed shot usually with lighting, a selfie is more casual and I feel that keeps meet-n-greets that people paid for sacred. Plus, I can control my angles; I take a mean selfie! Also, if I agree to take a pic and I say “make sure your flash is on,” it’s not a discussion. I don’t give a fuck if you think a dark shadowy pic of me is “good,” I didn’t spend an hour on my face to be shot without a flash… so don’t argue! I will take your phone and delete said pics.

A valid warning! I also wonder if maybe New York queens are already wired to think of pics as being part of the gig? All the girls here take tons of pics with fans after their shows, regardless of whether their face has been sweated off or their bladder is about to explode. Maybe that’s not the case with every local scene.

I bet it’s common anywhere, and if my face is a shitty mess I probably will refuse. Luckily that’s not too much of a problem for me!

Ha! But of course! So as thrilling and fulfilling as it is to do these grand scale performances, you must sometimes miss the routine of a weekly local show.

Weekly shows definitely keep the drag muscles working in a different way, and I have missed that regularity.

Well, for a little while at least, you’ll be back in that saddle again! While your local sis Sherry Pie is Away Doing Stuff, you’ve taken over her Marquee Mondays at REBAR! That’s co-hosted by Danny Marandola, and is themed around a different stage or movie musical each week.

Yes! Miss Pie is taking some well deserved time off, so I’m stepping in for a bit. Danny and Sherry have done Marquee at REBAR for over a year, and it’s such a fun show. I’ve guested there several times, so stepping in and co-hosting with Danny is awesome. We had a great first week with Company, and I can’t wait for Monday… we are doing Funny Girl!

I’m also doing Sherry’s bingo Wednesdays at 8 at the Blue Whale and back with Danny at 10 at the Sip-N-Twirl for their “Big Movie Adventure” show, both in the Fire Island Pines.

And on August 10th you’ll doing Dragapalooza at the Hard Rock Atlantic City! Along for the ride will be Dusty Ray Bottoms, Derrick Barry, Coco Montrese and Rhea Litre.

Yes, so excited to sing live with these awesome dolls! It’s gonna be a rockin’ good time!

Should be a fun summer. What are your DragCon plans?

I’m super excited about my booth concept, and I’m tying it to a show at Club Cumming on Friday the 6th… the first night of the Con. I won’t say the theme yet, but it’s Iconic AF. Show will be at 9pm!

Can’t wait to see it! And the question that’s on everyone’s minds: when the next All-Stars season comes a-calling, will you answer?

I’ll have to check my dance card to see if there’s space.

Fair! And I’m asking many queens, but your input is essential: the CATS movie trailer! Totally creepy, or amazing?

Creepy, but my gay ass will still go!

Ha! Finally, many aspiring queens want to know: what’s your best advice for a potential Miss DickPig Continental 2019?

Give up. I’m not stepping down.

Thanks, Alexis!

Check Thotyssey’s calendar for Alexis Michelle’s upcoming area appearances, check out her website, and follow her on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and YouTube.

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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If You Need Anything (Alexis/Peppermint) - Mac

AN: This is a weird pairing. Trust me. I know. But I am trying to jazz up my writing a bit, so bear with me. This is more of a friendship fic than anything, but there could be romantic undertones if you interpret it a certain way. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Peppermint has to get her wisdom teeth out, so she asks Alexis to accompany her.

Alexis was currently, and had been, stuck in a subway car for the past hour and a half. That wasn’t the main problem though. No, the problem was that while sitting in this stuffy subway car, she had a lap full of a drugged out Peppermint who was babbling and throwing her limbs around like, well, someone who was drugged.

Alexis had said it in passing. It was just something people say, not expecting anyone to ever call you out. “Let me know if you need anything.” That one little sentence had started this whole situation.

Well actually the phone call had started this whole situation. Alexis’ hesitance to answer when her phone first rang made her feel guilty, but who could really blame her. It’s not like she and Peppermint were terribly good pals. They didn’t chat, not if they could help it. Not to say that they didn’t like each other, just that, it was weird. Ever since filming had wrapped, they had been weirdly indifferent towards each other. Neither of them was quite sure why it was so strange. Sure, they had clashed a bit during the show, but nothing to the level of say, Sharon and PhiPhi.

There was just a strange sort of tension between the two. Maybe because they never really resolved their differences. Who knows? Not Alexis.

Peppermint had asked with a hesitant voice. “Hey, I know you and I aren’t besties by a long shot, but I need some help. You offered one time.” There was a pause. “To help, I mean.”

Alexis’ mind was too busy running through all the possible scenarios that could have led to this conversation to catch the beginning of Peppermint’s next phrase.

“without thinking, but you are my last chance.”

“What is it?”

“I am getting my wisdom teeth out Friday, and I need someone to go with me.” Peppermint said all of this quite fast, Alexis’ second clue to her hesitance of asking for this favor.

“No problem. What time?” Alexis surprised herself by her lack of hesitation.

They had talked for a few more awkward minutes about the logistics, before Peppermint awkwardly hung up with a “Thanks.”

Alexis didn’t think much more about the conversation; each time it popped up, she pushed it to the back of her thoughts, along with a feeling in her chest that felt akin to unease.

The day finally arrived, and Alexis showed up twenty minutes early in her anxiousness. She strolled back and forth in front of Peppermint’s apartment for five of those minutes before resolving to just get over herself and knock on the door. Right as she raised her hand, the door swung open. Alexis caught a brief glimpse of what she assumed to be the living room before the figure of her friend filled her view. Friend? Alexis’ mind questioned.

“Oh. Hey.”

“Hi. You are early.” Peppermint was smiling a little knowing smile that made Alexis wonder if Peppermint had seen her pacing.

Alexis wiped her palms subtly on her jeans and didn’t meet Peppermint’s eyes. “Yeah. Didn’t want to make you late.”

“How very kind of you.” That smile made Alexis’ stomach twist again, but this time it wasn’t in unease, and she felt a twitch in her lips in response to the twist in her stomach.

A few beats of silence passed where Peppermint stared expectantly at Alexis who was just staring back. “Right, well, shall we go?”

The trip to the subway and the subsequent ride passed without issue. Unless you count the uncharacteristic smile that graced Alexis’ face every time she and Peppermint made eye contact. Actually scratch that, the subway ride was the most fun Alexis had had with another person in a while.

She and Peppermint traded crazy subway stories, and that turned into crazy fan encounters, which turned into just crazy stories. The time passed surprisingly quickly, and Alexis found herself surprised by her reluctance to let Peppermint go. She had this strange urge to get all the insane adventures out of the older queen before she left. Peppermint seemed more than happy to oblige her. They giggled and talked like schoolgirls and almost missed their stop.

In the waiting room, Alexis couldn’t help but notice the up and down motion of Peppermint’s leg.

“Are you nervous?”

“Terrified.”

“What?” Alexis was shocked. How could this amazing force of nature be scared of anything?

“Anesthesia freaks me the fuck out.” Alexis still looked a bit shocked, so Peppermint continued, “Just the thought that I could not remember an entire chunk of time is freaky.”

“It’s really not that bad.”

“You’ve had your wisdom teeth out?” Alexis nodded. “You bitch! I’ve been freaking out for the past hour about this, and you could have been comforting me!”

Peppermint’s fake offense, paired with her scandalized expression, was too much for Alexis, and she burst into a fit of laughter. “Sorry. I just didn’t think about it.”

“Didn’t think about it my ass.” Peppermint said under her breath, which triggered another stream of giggles from Alexis.

All too soon, at least in Alexis’ opinion, Peppermint was called back. But just before she stood up, Alexis reached out and squeezed her hand. A thankful look was her response.

Alexis mulled over the past hour while she waited. She tried to suss out what she was feeling.

She couldn’t.

Which was of note, because Alexis always knew why she felt the way she did. As a young kid she had learned quickly to find the source of her feelings and shut them down. People were cruel, and it seems they were always better at finding her weaknesses than she’d been. That’s why she loved theatre as much as she did; she could try someone else’s imperfections on for an hour or two. So the fact that she still had no idea why she felt so strange around Peppermint was alarming.

Before she knew it, the object of her thoughts was standing in front of her, well more like floating in front of her. The older queen’s eyes were glazed over, and a smile too big for her face chased her cheekbones.

“Hey girl. How are you-” Alexis was cut off by a firm body half falling, half embracing her.

“Alexis, my sis, how are you? Are you good? That’s good. I’m good. How are you?” Peppermint then burst into giggles.

Alexis looked at the nurse who brought Peppermint out, as if to ask ‘how much of that stuff did you give her?’ The nurse just shrugged.

Peppermint couldn’t walk, so Alexis had to do the walking for both of them. Just the thought of going back to Peppermint’s place all the way at the other end of the city, made Alexis nervous. She also didn’t trust Peppermint alone. She decided it would just be better for everyone if they went back to her place.

Easier said than done.

It was hard enough just getting Peppermint on the subway without attracting a crowd. She had to assure several security personnel that they knew each other and that Peppermint was just on painkillers. The gauze and blood in her mouth made Alexis’ story more believable, and security let her pass with only a few wary glances.

After finally getting into a subway car, Alexis thought the worst was behind her. Then the subway stopped.

Peppermint found this hilarious, and Alexis thanked whatever god existed that there was no one else in their train car, because the resounding cackle would surely have upset them.

Alexis tried to keep calm; this was New York, and subways stopped all the time. But as more and more time ticked by with no calm voice blaring over the speakers, restoring their confidence, the more worried Alexis got.

Even slaphappy Peppermint began to get a bit impatient.

“What’s going on Lexis? Are we gonna be ok?” The childish tone in her voice tugged at Alexis’ heartstrings.

“We are gonna be just fine Peppermint. Don’t worry about it.”

Peppermint wasn’t convinced. “I’m scared.” She turned her head that had previously been resting on Alexis’ shoulder, to bury it in the younger girl’s chest. Alexis found her fingers instinctively run through Peppermint’s hair, trying to comfort her. Evidently it worked, as Alexis felt Peppermint go limp in her arms and she could swear she could hear Peppermint purr.

As luck would have it, right after this rather strange exchange, the subway car jerked forward in a shaky motion and began to screech along the rails again. Only when the car screeched to another halt, this time at an actual terminal, did Alexis notice she had been stroking Peppermint’s hair the whole ride.

The adventure from the terminal to Alexis’ apartment was less of an adventure and more of an ‘Alexis drags a reluctant Peppermint for three blocks.’

Alexis’ sigh of relief when the door finally opened was audible for several blocks. Peppermint groaned as she was made to walk all ten steps to Alexis’ bed. The 'oof’ Peppermint made was also audible for several blocks.

Alexis didn’t even bat an eyelash, exhaustion winning out against her other thoughts. She did try and stand to take off her shoes, but a strong grip pulled her back to the bed.

“Stay.”

Alexis nodded, even though she saw Peppermint’s closed eyes. Alexis allowed herself to be manhandled into the most comfortable position for Peppermint to bury into. The two end up with the older queen’s head on Alexis’ chest, and their legs tangled like pasta.

Alexis huffed out a laugh, but buried her own head into the short hair of the other queen. They both were drifting in and out of consciousness when Alexis heard it. Just faintly enough that Peppermint could pretend she never said it tomorrow. “I love you Alexis.”

Alexis just 'hmmed,’ until Peppermint pulled her head up and looked at her with wide eyes, no trace of drowsiness in her features. “Don’t you love me too?”

Alexis, who was halfway conscious, and also very offended that Peppermint had pulled her head away, spoke the words without thinking about it. “Yes. Of course I love you.”

Peppermint seemed satisfied by this answer, and resumed her position on the soft chest, small smile dancing along the contours of her cheeks.

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