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heyitsyn · 3 years

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RANDOM SEIJOH HCs ACCORDING TO GIGI

a/n: this is a thing i cooked up between doing trig exam and ap gov review akdsjfldskfj

IM PRETTY SURE I ALREADY USED THIS GIF BUT IM WANTING TO RE-DO MY ENTIRE PAGE AND MAKING BANNERS SO THIS IS A TEMPORARY THING AJDJDJJD ALSO I DONT KNOW HOW TO DO THE KEEP READING THING ON THE APP BYE

oikawa def listens to indie music just bc he wants to feel unique and the 'iM diFfErENt fRoM oTHeR gUrLs' vibes

i FIRMLY BELIEVE IWAIZUMI HAJIME IS ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO CHOMPS ON HIS ICE CREAM BC HE LIKES TO FEEL THE COLD ON HIS TEETH AKSJSKSKSK

meanwhile kunimi eats a kitkat like its pizza just CHOMP

makki caNNOT sleep without a pillow between his thighs LIKE LISTEN he has 2 sisters and they all told him its so comfortable and at first he was like,, ??,, then he tried and now cant sleep without it

bUT MATTSUN LIKES TO SLEEP WITH PILLOWS SURROUNDING HIM bc it makes him feel safe and like there are two body pillows on either side of him and hes kinda trapped in the middle aksjskdk

when kyo was younger, he was really short and although he had other pants, he loved this one pair but they were really long on him and he wore it all the time and the part of the pants that touched the ground is torn in shreds

kindaichi steps on the sofa before sitting LIKE puts one foot on the cushion then the other until hes literally standing on the couch before folding to sit with his knees up to his chest (i do this)

watari sniffs his food before eating it no matter if its something he eats all the time or something new, he still sniffs it either way

yahaba is really particular with his feet and he likes to get a really big tupperware (duh one only meant for his feet) and fill it up with warm almost boiling water and he just soaks them

oikawa has sleep paralysis and he oftens hallucinates about aliens in the corner of his room

kunimi does this thing where he makes weird noises with his mouth like sounds of his mouth opening LIKE when youre tastinf something new and you do that sound with your tongue (I DUNNO HOW TO DESCRIBE IT AJDKSKKD)

makki bends his knees just to crack his ankles

iwa sneezes a ton but he has those sneezes where theyre quiet that you dont even notice or really loudly that it just echoes throughout the gym

kyo sleeps with one sock on bc his feet gets cold easily but both socks make him feel really hot so only one sock is perfect

for a tall and hunk of a guy, mattsun is a very light walker like his footsteps are very light and if he wants to, it can be practically silent

watari actually hates vegetables ajssksksk he particularly hates zucchini, eggplants, any vegetables that are that shape

kindaichi likes to stick or lean against walls because to him, they feel cold and can decrease his body heat

oikawa stands and places his feet at V position like \/ instead of ll because his sister did ballet and he was taught that was the right way of standing and it was considered graceful

yahaba has a fear of cactuses

mattsun does so badly in the heat because his body temp runs so high and the hot surroundings make him feel so uncomfortable and so he takes a lot of cold showers

iwa cannot swim like he freaks out immediately when his toetips can no longer feel the bottom and he panics with thoughts of drowning

watari has really small feet that he still buys big kids shoes to save money

kyotani considered playing baseball because he thought baseball bats were cool but he got angry and threw tantrum after missing his first pitch

iwa chomps on a whole raw chili while eating ramen akskksks

oikawa actually hates sweets bc when he was younger, he had cavities and iwa showed him a cartoon of cavities eating his teeth and will make him toothless

kindaichi really really likes hugs but hes too awkward to ask them even from his parents

yahaba chomps on mints so he goes through boxes of them in a week

i feel like theres a boy in the team who doesnt brush their teeth everyday and rubs a towel on their teeth to make it look clean and take mints to hide their bad breath

iwaizumi is actually iron deficient so he bruises super super fast and he even developed iron defiency anemia when he was younger bc his parents didnt catch on which caused him to be put on strong medication for months and still takes it now

WAIT,, OIKAWA IS LACTOSE INTOLERANT BUT HE LIKES MILK SO HE EATS MILK BREAD TO MAKE HIM FEEL NOT SO BAD OR GUILTY OF CONSUMING STRAIGHT DAIRY

seijoh four bonding time is watching gordom ramsey shows and yelling and screaming 'YEA! EXACTLY!' as if theyre also cooking genuises

watari used to eat grapes all the time until his mom got worried and told him if he doesnt stop, he will eventually turn into one. he only eats it every few weeks

when he was younger, kunimi cried because he had befriended a chicken on a trip to a farm and his mom took him to eat fried chicken after and he thought it was Chicky (his chicken friend :"))

kyotani used to stick out his tongue when it was raining so he could taste the raindrops. they taste better than bottled water

one time, during a seijoh sleepover, they dared oikawa to wear his sisters old uniform, skirt and all, and it backfired so everyone turned red and couldnt look at him in the face

their pregame ritual is touching each other's shoe tips

they tried doing yoga at yahaba's house before by watching yoga youtube videos but everyone ended up having to go to the chiropractor after (how did makki even turn into the human pretzel?)

the local gym gets so scared when they see the team coming through the doors bc these men are so LOUD like they HYPE EACH OTHER UP SO MUCH THEYRE SO ANNOYING AKSKSKDK

also never take them to an all you can eat sushi place. if you do, bring them earlier of the day like 30 mins after opening time so the cooks can cook enough for them without running out of ingredients (even then sometimes they still run out)

oikawa used to eat his mom's roses from her garden because he thought it would make his farts smell good like roses

takahiro is a surprisingly good artist like he draws really cool action fighting scenes in the corner of his papers and stuff

in my work: it's canon that iwa is half filo and his nanay used to dress him up in a barong all the time during halloween bc she wanted him to showcase his heritage

yahaba drinks a lot of milk because he hopes to one day grow strong and bulky like the 3rd years instead of being seen as a pretty boy

kindaichi's mom is a hairstylist and she always scolds him for using a lot of gel bc she's always the one who washes his hair

makki never learned how to do taxes and hes had the government knocking on his door a handful of times (BOKUTO AKKDJSKKS)

kyo has a dog: a chiweenie

there's someone on the team who wears those socks with individual pockets for toes

their pinterest is so different from what they look like for example, mattsun has a board of different flower decorations and arrangements

kunimi throws up during intense horror movies

watari's celeb crush is emma watson

the team alternates from different music genres like from ateez and bts to mxmtoon and beach bunny

they still dont know how to pronounce camila cabello's name

theyre all active in social media but only oikawa is on it 24/7 and in all platforms while the others have insta and snap

mattsun has twins as little siblings and he used to get them mixed up all the time that he used to draw a sharpie dot on the girl's forehead to determine she was his sister

watari hates sitting on the floor bc his butt bone hurts really easily so he can only sit on cushions for long periods of time

the team was supposed to have a party but everyone didnt know what to bring so they proved they shared the same braincell by bringing the same thing: a box of pizza

makki's an old soul and prefers to play records on a record player or watch old movies

kyo is surprisingly good at giving massages because he really pushed hard on those tense muscles

kindaichi knows how to crack necks so everyone goes to him a lot to do it (a friend of mine does this and can i say its terrifying yet so good?)

the only one who has a license is matsukawa and thats because granny needs to go to the doctor a lot and he hates her walking by herself and cabs are expensive

kyotani and yahaba are actually,,, lowkey close,,, not like best friends but theyre nice to each other and they got a stick and poke together (yahaba's was: :) while kyo's was: >:))

watari has a collection of mangas (some bl maybe 👀)

WARNING SAD: mattsun’s future job is a funeral person right? he ends up taking care of granny’s funeral free of charge and he had to take a week off because it was really painful for him

oikawa learned spanish SUPER fast to the point he forgets japanese sometimes but there are moments where he forgets both languages and hes just,,,, ???

makki’s unemployed yea but he rooms with mattsun in exchange of cooking because makki’s surprisingly good at cooking

iwa is practically the nutritionist of the team because he knows everything about proteins, carbs, iron, and needed vitamins so they all go to him to know what to eat and what they need

kunimi has lots and lots of shoes but usually only wears 2

kindaichi has a habit of pretending hes chewing gum even though he doesnt have gum, his mouth just chomps and moves with air akasldfjkf

there was a clown phenomenon in america but in their city, they had a mascots and seijoh 4 went around scaring kids :”(

oikawa never manspreads he gets too insecure to spread out like that akdjfkd

kyotani can easily sleep anywhere like he would be standing and just fall asleep or he sleeps with his eyes open

yahaba’s parents own a restaurant somewhere in the city and he works there sometimes

IM REALLY GOING TOO MUCH ABOUT THIS YALL AKSDJFKL

SORRY IM WRITING TOO MUCH I FEEL BAD THAT I HAVENT UPDATED BUT IM IN A CAR RIDE RN AND I WAS ABLE TO WRITE AGAIN AND MY EXAMS HAVE FINISHED THIS WEEK IMMA CRY

PLEASE, FEEL FREE TO REPLY WITH ANY OTHER HCS YOU GUYS KNOW OF SO I CAN PUT IT IN HERE AND CREDIT YOU WITH IT SO WE CAN HAVE LIKE A HCS BOOK FROM EVERYONE BUT THIS IS WHAT I STARTED WITH

oikawa screams a lot according to gigi but he’s actually a really quiet guy and not easy to scare

OKAY YOU GUYS DONT KILL ME I SWEAR IVE BEEN SO TERRIBLE AT WRITING BUT YOU KNOW WHO TURNED ONE TODAY? THIS PAGE!!! MY BABY IS ONE ALREADY 😭😭😭 ANYWAYS, HOPE THIS CAN MAKE YOU GUYS SMILE TODAY AND SCHOOL ENDS NEXT WEEK AND IM ALREADY AT 132 DRAFTS AMSJKSDKSK SO OH MY GOD THERES GOING TO BE SO MUCH COMING AND IM SO EXCITED TO GET THEM OUT 😩😩

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fnf-brain-rot · 3 years

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We're In This Together [Pico's School AU] Chapter 1 - New Kid

Pico let out a loud, droned out groan at the kitchen table. He hated school so bad, just thinking about having to go made him wanna bash his skull into a brick wall. "Boy if you don't shut all that noise up and eat your cereal." Darnell's mother, Clarissa, snapped from the sink. Darnell choked a little bit on his cinnamon toast crunch, and Pico pouted, lowering his head over his half eaten bowl of Cap'n crunch.

"What, did you remember we had a test today or something?" Darnell asked him. PIco's eyes damn there bulged from his sockets, and he dropped his spoon dramatically. "We have a test today??" He breathed, and Darnell snorted again. "No, I was asking you if you knew." Pico huffed in response, slouching in his chair. The only thing that could make this Tuesday worse would be a test. At least he didn't have that. This asshole scared him.

Well not scared, startled.

two very different things.

Darnell got up from his seat, grabbing his bowl and Pico's to give to give his mother, mouthing "You owe me." To the ginger. Pico let out Thankful hum, then got up as well. He'd return the favor by bringing his his backpack to the front for him when he went back to grab his own. It was still morning. They weren't even in school yet. This day was gonna take forever..

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Darnell and Pico were on time today, finally. Nene stood by the staircase, chatting with some red haired girl they've never seen. Now this girl, Pico damn there fell head over heels instantly. She was wearing a cute little jumper, a bright red shirt under the suspenders. She had on little red boots, and her hair was up in a ponytail. Her skin was a nice, soft peach color, and she even had a natural blush??

Darnell and Pico looked at each other, the other seeming to have noticed her natural beauty as well. "I call dibs."

"What? You don't call dibs on a person asshole!" Darnell pushed him, but that only propelled the boy forward, enough to make a complete fucking fool of himself. He tripped over his own foot as he took a step forward, falling face first into the pavement right in front of the girl's feet. "Pico! What the fuck!" Nene barked, but stopped when the girl in front of them gasped softly. "Oh no, are you okay?" She lifted him by his arm, resisting the urge to giggle at his dumbstruck face.

Pico stared at her for a moment, then his eyes lidded, and he lowered his voice. "Hey.." He tried to sound smooth, but a deep voice just wasn't going for him right now. She giggled, and helped him up. "Oh gosh, your nose is bleeding. Do you wanna go to the nurse?" She pulled a tissue from her pocket and held it to his nose. His face was red as a bitch, and he knew it. "No! I can handle it! I've been through worse!" He sniggered, but took the tissue.

"Sorry for this dumbass causing trouble." Darnell walked up to the three, pushing past the ginger, who only cried out "Hey!" He took his victory though. She thought he was funny. "No, it's fine. It's kinda cute." She admitted sheepishly. "I guess you would have to meet these two idiots at some point." Nene grumbled. What, did she not want them to meet this mystery girl? Selfish! "This is Darnell. He burns stuff." She pointed to the brown skinned male, who waved awkwardly. "And this is Pico. He breaks stuff." She pointed at he who stared the girl down so hard, his bleeding nose seemed to mean something else at some point.

"Like his nose?"

"Exactly! Like his nose!" Nene giggled, and Pico glared at her. "I don't break my nose that often!" He growled at her, puffing his cheeks. "You don't seem to be proving that right now." Pico almost tackled her, but paused when the other girl started talking again. "You guys can call me Gigi. I'm in Mr. Lawrence's class." She then introduced herself. God her voice was like lying on a bed of flowers..

"Well it's nice to meet you Gigi! Hope we can hang out and Nene doesn't hog you all to herself." Darnell spoke the last few words through grit teeth, and Nene huffed irritably. She probably would have hogged her all to herself if they were late again.

"Speaking of class, we should get going before we're late. Again." Darnell grabbed Nene by the arm, who cried out in protest, then grabbed Pico's arm. Gigi waved as the two were dragged off, kicking and cursing the shit out of their buddy. Pico wouldn't be done with her..

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They did have a test today.

Pico groaned loudly and slammed his head on his desk at the announcement. Darnell poked his head over, laughing a little at how dramatic he was. "At least it's a test." He tried to reassure him. "Man you know I'm shit at Math." Pico grumbled back, his angry little pout returning for the umpteenth time today.

"Now, now, settle down." Mrs. Fee began to speak, thankfully quieting the class. They were giving Pico a fucking headache. "We have a new student joining our homeroom today."

"Oooooh, hope it's another girl." Darnell nudged Pico's leg with his own. Yeah right, Pico didn't need another girl. That other one has already chosen him.

Is what he would have said if he wasn't looking the new kid dead in the face.

It wasn't a girl, no. It was a boy. His hair was a bright blue, almost nauseating to look at, sure, but his eyes took away from that. He couldn't tell if they had color, from where he was sitting. they were dark, but the confident little smirk on his face spoke for them. His skin was pale, but not as much as Pico's. A comfortable milky white.

He was short as fuck, it almost made him laugh. He pretty much looked like he was nine or something. He could already tell it suits him though.. He had a nice style to him, baggy jeans and a white tee shirt with a red circle with a line through it, messily painted on. Or maybe it was supposed to look like that.

"Beep!" The entire class seemed taken aback when he spoke. "Um.. Can you use.. words?" Mrs. Fee visibly began to sweat nervously. He must have been speaking like this for a while. "Boop bep!" He chirped to her in response, his hands comfortably tucked away in his pockets.

He was.. kinda cute..

"Well, class.. this is uh.. our new student.. I'm sure you'll learn his name.. eventually." Mrs. Fee laughed nervously, rubbing her hands together as the strange boy eagerly made his way to the nearest open seat, hopping up just a small bit to sit down on it. He kicked his legs as he began to pull his supplies out of his backpack. How unlucky for him to be shipped in on a test day. Bah, lucky bastard probably won't have to take it.

"Looks like we got a new freak to add to the codex, huh?" Darnell leaned over and joked lightly. Pico scoffed. "You don't know that, he could be cool.." he mumbled the last part under his breath. "You don't even know him and you're defending him? You must have caught feelings." Nene giggled childishly. "Yo, really? Man, you're lookin' desperate. First the girl from earlier, now him?" Darnell teased him as well, and Pico's face flushed red. "No you ass fuckers!" He seethed quietly.

"Ewwwwwwwww~" His friends cooed to each other, sniggering like little kids, which technically they are, but that's not the point! The point is he's about to bite both of hem!

"Shut the fuck up.." Pico put his head on his desk, covering it with his arms. Later he found out he was right. That little blue haired midget didn't have to take the test since he just got there. Meanwhile he's left to suffer.

Boring test stuff, blah blah, Pico got a C, Darnell and Nene got an easy A, and they tease him, yeah yeah. Once they walk outside those doors he's gonna punch the shit outta both of them.

And he did.

"Ow!! Why didn't you just do it in the classroom!?" Darnell rubbed his arm in front of his locker, and Nene rubbed hers. "Because I didn't feel like getting yelled at again, fuck off." Pico retorted bitterly. He hadn't been able to stop looking at the guy. He watched him walk down the hall, holding his backpack to his chest. He was so cute and small, he wanted to hold him..

Wait.. Where'd he go?

His eyes swept across the crowd for a sign of the little guy. He disappeared. Gone with the wind. What a ninja. "I'll be back." The ginger lightly patted Darnell's arm, and he made a face. "From where??" He called out, but Pico didn't answer. He kept walking, moving down the hall quickly, pushing past other students to get where he needed to.

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There he was, sitting at a picnic table outside. He pulled out a phone to do.. whatever the fuck he was doing. Pico would admit, he's hella interested in this beep boopin' fella.

"Yo, uh.." Pico started, having slowly approached the table. The small boy jumped with a gasp, then turned to look at Pico, his cheeks flushing slightly red in embarrassment. "Woah, didn't mean to scare ya." Pico laughed a little, and the boy pouted. "Beep boop.." He mumbled in response. Pico tilted his head. "That a new language I never heard of?" He asked him. He shook his head.

"Beep bop."

"So you just.. say it just to say it..?"

"Bep!"

"That sounded like "yep" so I'll take that answer."

The strange boy giggled a little. It seemed he was right anyway. "I'm uh.. Pico, by the way. You got a name?"

"Bee!"

"Is.. That another noise or is your name Bee?"

The smaller puffed one of his cheeks in frustration. Well.. Pico could be patient, it's okay. It was still super weird though. "Bee." He said again. "Bee, gotcha. Cute." Pico snurked a bit to himself, and the other's cheeks flushed once more. "Well, we still have class.. uh.. I have History next, you?" Bee nodded. Wow, what a coincidence. "Well come on you dip, we'll be late." He urged him. Bee puffed his cheek again, but gathered his stuff, quickly typing on his little phone before putting it away.

Pico had started walking to the doors again, and turned around to see Bee scurrying after him. He must have been real clumsy or something, more so than Pico. Great, he had another person to laugh at other than himself when they fell.

Pico learned a lot a lot about Bee in History. Funnily enough, they sat by each other It didn't seem like he had any friends, or knew anyone at all. Good thing he met him first. Any other asshole to put their hands on him would have tainted him immediately. Of course Pico would be the best first-friend this kid would have.

Bee wasn't very talkative, but man he was doing everything but the work. It's like he couldn't focus for more than a minute before spacing out again, and by then they've moved to the next slides. Then he would ask to copy off Pico's notes. He respected the hustle, but jeez, not a single page on his own?

The next class he had with him was P.E. This kid was not very athletic.. At all. His shoes managed to be untied half the time, so he couldn't even run around outside if he wanted to. He watched him fall flat on his face twice now. Twice. In the span of five minutes. Pico, Nene, and Darnell met back up P.E, so he was hanging with them under a tree. He couldn't leave the awkward goofball by himself though.

"That's.. kinda sad.." Darnell murmured as he watched the boy fall for the third time ten minutes later. "I'ma go get him." Pico sighed lightly. Nene and Darnell didn't have time to stop him before he jogged over to him. Apparently some of the girls thought it would be funny to laugh at him. Surprisingly, Bee was laughing too. Maybe he didn't know they were laughing at him. "Bee!" The ginger called, and he looked up from the grass.

The girls damn there scattered when they saw Pico. He had a bit of a destructive reputation. His father was proud. "Come on, can I take you to some of my friends? They're cool, I promise." He offered a hand to help him up. "Beep!" Bee thankfully took it. Still with the bobbity bops? They've at least spoken for a whole day at this point. Is this not how romantic comedies work?

Pico led him over to the duo, who watched nervously. They were prepared to laugh if the little dude fell over again. Pico couldn't blame them. He was too.

"Nene, Darnell, this is Bee. He still beeps."

"Beep boop!"

Darnell seemed astonished, probably getting the urge to write down notes or something. "Do you speak english?" Nene asked him awkwardly. She probably didn't want to ask that, knowing full well sometimes people ask her the same shit. Kids were stupid. Bee nodded, and it made her more confused. "You.. Then.. the beeping.." She trailed off, and Bee simply gave her a knowing smirk. He seemed to do that a lot.

"Just call him Bee. Also dude tie your fucking shoes." Pico elbowed the smaller in the arm, going back over to sit by Darnell, who was now watching the boy intensely for his next words. "Skdoo bep.." Bee laughed sheepishly, bending over to do so. That's a new sound. Skdoo. Hah, funny. "Is it like.. your own way to communicate because you don't wanna speak english?" Darnell suddenly asked, which made Bee gasp and shoot up, completely forgetting about his shoes. "Beep! Boop Beep!" He pointed at the brown skinned boy and nodded.

"THAT MAKES EVEN LESS SENSE!" Nene cried out exasperatedly, tugging at her hair in despair. She had a point there. It would make it easier for everyone else if he would just talk in a way they could understand. However, if he didn't want to, he didn't have to. Plus Pico liked the sound it made. It was kinda.. musical.

"Wait, are you holding a microphone? Where did that even come from?" Pico suddenly pointed out. Bee turned around, pushing his hands against his pants and into the back pocket. Those were some.. deep ass pockets. Maybe that's why he wore baggy pants.. To sneak that in there. "You like to sing?" Darnell asked curiously. The boy nodded vigorously. The three seemed to lean to attention, waiting for him to do something.

Bee blinked, but seemed to get the memo after another moment of silence. He gave his little smirk, then cleared his throat. Much to the group's disappointment, what came out weren't words, just more.. unintelligible noises, however that changed when they heard how he sounded. The noises made a little melody together, to the sound of a show they would all watch at three in the morning. It sounded... Good?? Not the best but he was just a kid after all.

"Wow that was really pretty!" Nene gushed lightly, causing Bee to blush a little. He had hella confidence, it was admirable. "You might just become a singer in the future if you keep working at it." Pico sniggered lightly. That must have been a genuine compliment to Bee, since he gently kicked the dirt and looked down with his hands behind his back. "We're gonna need to hear more from you." Nene then demanded. Bee nodded eagerly, and started the next song he had in mind.

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He had sang to them for the rest of P.E. It put Pico to sleep, so he was startled when Bee woke him up. He had looked up to see students retreating back inside, and was urged to follow by his friends.

Just like the day before, Pico, Nene, and Darnell were walking home together. Bee was a rider, meaning his parents or whoever came to pick him up. It was a regular routine, the three stopping by the park, hijacking the playground, and hanging around.

Pico relaxed on his favorite spot near the slide, watching Nene play on the monkey bars, and Darnell sat by him after getting off the swings. "Things are weird." Pico suddenly spoke up, which seemed to startle Darnell. "What do you mean?"

"It feels like something is gonna happen."

"Gee, did I scare you with the warzone talk?"

"No, dumbass!" Pico socked Darnell's shoulder, who lightly laughed at him. "It felt like.. something was following us yesterday."

"Now you're really paranoid." Darnell sucked air through his teeth. "I'm not! I saw something! What if... I mean.. I'm not scared. I can handle anything.." Pico rolled his eyes. He knew he was the shit, no one needed to make him second guess that. "Come on, let's go home before it gets dark again. Someone is afraid of the dark." Darnell called to Nene, a smug look on his face as he looked back to Pico. "Shut the hell up!" Pico huffed loudly, damn there launching himself off the play set. They were gonna tease him about this forever. Whatever, he knew what he saw. He just wasn't scared of it.

Later that night he texted his dads to stay safe, but at the same time protect the city like they always do. His father, of course, sent a kitten gif that said "best son" at the bottom. He laughed quietly under his blanket, but quickly turned off his phone and pretended to be asleep when Clarissa opened their bedroom door, poking her head in. "Night boys." Her voice was gentle, and Pico found himself smiling a little. Yeah. Everything was fine.

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missjanjie · 3 years

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Taste of a Poison Paradise | Chapter 8

Title: Taste of a Poison Paradise Summary: Life at Jackie Cox’s strip club, Poison Paradise, isn’t just lapdances and g-strings. There’s enough drama, lust, and heartache to rival any soap opera. None of the girls know what to expect on any given shift, especially while navigating their torrid, complicated relationships. Word Count: ~3k (this chapter) / ~24.2k (total) Relationship(s): Lemyanka (Lemon/Priyanka), Crygi (Crystal Methyd/Gigi Goode), Sportsdoll (Jan Sport/Nicky Doll), Jaidie (Jaida Essence Hall/Jackie Cox), BVK (Brooke Lynn Hytes/Vanessa Vanjie Mateo/Kameron Michaels), Rosnali (Rosé/Denali Foxx) Rating: E

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Chapter Summary: Things seem to be going well for Lemon until they go really bad really fast. Things are actually going well for Jackie and Jaida.

For the next couple of weeks, it seemed like Lemon was on the mend. She had finished her finals, gotten through her senior year, and now it was time to celebrate. Hers and Gigi’s graduations were only a couple of days apart, so the group decided to combine their graduation party that weekend.

It was one of the rare times the club was closed on a Saturday, but Jackie wanted to make sure everyone could celebrate together and turned the main room into their party space. “Cheers,” she said, raising her glass, “to Lemon and Gigi, college graduates!”

The group clinked their glasses together and drank, everyone resuming their casual conversation, relaxed, and enjoying one another’s company. With the exception, of course, of Lemon and Priyanka, who were still trying to avoid each other like the plague.

“Look, I love those two as much as the rest of y’all, but I’ve stopped feeling sorry for them — at this point, it’s just annoying,” Kameron remarked as she watched the way they behaved with a grimace. “Not that it’s any of my business, but it kind of is considering how often I have to witness them, but how long were they hooking up for anyway?”

Vanessa furrowed her brows as she counted on her fingers. “Dunno, like four months?”

“Shit, that’s like a lesbian year,” she murmured, sipping her drink. “This isn’t gonna fix itself is it?”

“Not as long as Pri’s got that rock on her finger.”

“It could be worse,” Brooke Lynn chimed in, her lips pursed around the straw in her glass, “at least she doesn’t wear it to work, can you imagine the fit Lemon would throw if she had to stare down a diamond every day?”

The three of them looked at Lemon, who, at least for the moment, appeared to be enjoying herself, then at Priyanka, who was talking to Crystal and looking stressed.

“So, dress shopping is happening on Wednesday?” Crystal asked. “Does she know?”

“Of course she doesn’t know,” Priyanka scoffed and shook her head, “I have no idea how to keep her from knowing, no one can keep a secret in their family.”

Crystal winced but nodded. “Well, good luck,” she offered before Gigi made their way to her side and her attention immediately became divided.

“Thanks,” Priyanka mumbled, her gaze drifting to Lemon, who was talking animatedly to Jan and Rosé, “I’ll need it.”

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By the time Wednesday rolled around, Priyanka’s nerves hadn’t quelled in the slightest. Lucky for her, at least, those with her — her mother, sister, and future mother-in-law wrote it off as pre-wedding jitters. Scarlett knew better, but there was no need to blow up her best friend’s spot like that.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to a more traditional store?” The mother-in-law asked, “I know Mark doesn’t want your culture to be ignored.”

“It will be two separate ceremonies,” Priyanka’s mom cut in before she could speak for herself, “she will be wearing her grandmother’s sari for that.”

Priyanka had to fight off the pained expression that tried to twist its way onto her face. It was only when she had broken the news to her family that she remembered what a big event weddings were in her family. She wasn’t about to get off lightly with this. Instead, she let the assistant at the shop lead her to a rack of dresses and suggested a few. She agreed to them without giving them a proper look, figuring she would let a majority rule.

Once she was in the first dress, she returned to the main room and stepped up on the platform in front of the mirrors. Right away, the women began discussing and debating the pros and cons of the dress — where it fit right, where it’d need to be taken in. But she couldn’t bring herself to focus on anything, instead zoning out to the song playing through the store’s speakers.

I'm living for the only thing I know I'm running and not quite sure where to go And I don't know what I'm diving into Just hanging by a moment here with you

Normally, Priyanka would roll her eyes at this sort of song, at the cheesy love in the lyrics. But with her only alternative being actively participating in shopping for a wedding dress, she listened to the music and let it resonate.

Desperate for changing Starving for truth I'm closer to where I started I'm chasing after you

She winced but blamed it on accidentally being stuck with a pin. They didn’t have to play a song that hit so close to home, she thought. It made it that much harder to ignore the feelings that bubbled up inside her. It was only then that she realized someone was talking to her. “Huh?”

“I asked if you liked the dress,” Scarlett replied.

“Oh,” she cleared her throat. “Yeah, it’s fine.” She then realized she should have been more convincing because she found herself ushered back into the dressing room to try on dress number two, which she would then force enthusiasm for so the day would end as soon as possible.

“Are you okay?” her mother asked with sincere concern.

Priyanka nodded as she stepped off the platform. “Just a little lightheaded, I didn’t have breakfast.”

“Well, let’s get this dress taken care of, then we’ll go get something to eat.”

She nodded again as she went back to change into her regular clothes. Maybe she did just need to eat, she thought. Maybe some food or a nap would bring her back into reality. The reality where she was preparing to get married. The reality that Lemon could no longer be the main character in, no matter what some stupid song was trying to tell her. Or even worse, no matter how much she wanted her to be.

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“You don’t normally ask me to make house calls,” Jaida remarked as Jackie let her into the apartment, “is everything okay?”

Jackie exhaled deeply. No matter how many times she had rehearsed what she was going to say, she still ended up tongue-tied the second she laid eyes on her. But she was determined to work her way through this and not let nerves get the best of her. “I watched the video you did with Denali. I… I watched it more times than I’d like to admit,” she confessed. “And I can’t get the image of you fucking her out of my mind. But more specifically… I can’t stop picturing myself in her place.”

Jaida had to put all of her mental energy into fighting off a smug grin. She wanted to choose her words carefully, not wanting to overwhelm an already anxious Jackie. “Since we’re being honest here, that’s kinda what I was aiming for,” at Jackie’s confused reaction, she continued, “you could have been less obvious with your username and how you talk online. Maybe it’s ‘cause I know you so well, but I could read all of your messages in your voice.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t want you to feel pressured to confront how you felt, considering your coming out was still fresh for you. I just wanted you to know that the option was there whenever you were ready.”

There was a silent beat before Jackie swallowed thickly and told her, “I’m ready.”

“Then tell me what you want, baby.”

“I want you to fuck me.” The words felt foreign for Jackie to say, the phrase has never left her lips with any sort of sincerity before. But at the same time, she had never been more certain in her life about what she wanted and how badly she wanted it.

Jaida moved to Jackie, wrapping her arms around her waist and kissing her deeply. “I’m gonna take good care of you, okay?” she promised as they made their way to the bedroom.

And Jackie trusted her, she trusted her more than she would have anyone else in this position. She let Jaida take her to bed, let her take her time undressing her and pressing kisses to every newly exposed inch of skin. She eagerly helped her clothes off as well, letting her hands roam her body in ways she had only fantasized about.

“I don’t want you to be afraid of being loud,” Jaida told her. “I wanna hear you, wanna know how good I’m making you feel.” As she spoke, her fingers glided down Jackie’s body, stopping between her thighs before starting to rub her clit in small, firm circles.

Jackie’s head tilted back into the pillows, soft moans spilling from her lips. Her body yielded to Jaida’s touch and her moans grew louder as the other woman eased one finger into her, thrusting and curling it before adding another and picking up a steady rhythm.

“Good girl,” she praised, trailing kisses down her body. She then slowly eased her fingers out and replaced them with her tongue, licking and thrusting at a similar pace while her fingers moved to rub her clit in tandem.

It wasn’t long before the sensation became overwhelming and Jackie’s hips started to jerk erratically. She barely managed to squeak out a warning before she came harder than she ever had before, her body trembling when she was spent. “Oh my god…”

Jaida came back up and laid beside her. “Are you okay?” she asked softly, pushing the hair out of her face.

“I’m good,” Jackie assured. “I just… I haven’t… it, um…”

“Jackie…” she furrowed her brows and sat up a bit, “have you ever been with a woman before?”

Jackie’s face turned a deep shade of red. “I have, kind of. It’s been hard to work through so many years of repression and internalized homophobia, you know? I’ve made out with girls, fooled around a bit. But I guess no, I’ve never properly had sex with another woman before. I wouldn’t have wanted to put that pressure on you anyway. Besides, I couldn’t have asked for a better first time.”

Jaida exhaled deeply, suddenly becoming aware of the weight that’d built upon her chest. “Then that’s all I needed to hear.”

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“There’s a birthday party out there tonight,” Gigi remarked offhandedly as they and Lemon got ready in the quick-change room. “I know how much you love those,” they added with an overly exaggerated eye roll.

Lemon groaned. Birthdays and bachelor parties were tied for the worst groups of men to deal with as clients, the only exceptions being the ones that take it as an opportunity to go all out and tip well. “And you’re on the stage next?” she let out another disgruntled whine when they nodded, finishing off her cocktail. “Gonna get a refill, gonna need it for doing rounds.” Naturally, when she went to the bar, she went right to Crystal. The downside was Crystal knew to cut her off after three drinks and she had to flirt with men to keep the drinks coming.

“You’re getting your third one this early?” Crystal questioned as she mixed it for her. “Something on your mind?”

“Nope. Just got a birthday party that’s probably all gonna want lap dances,” she replied, taking a swig as soon as she got the drink in her hand. Sure, it didn’t help that she had seen Scarlett’s instagram post of Priyanka in her wedding dress earlier, but she wasn’t about to hash that out, especially not with the bride-to-be all of four feet away.

And Crystal wasn’t entirely convinced, but she knew there was no use in pushing further. “Well, good luck,” she offered.

Lemon set her empty glass on the counter before making her way through the crowd. It took a little while before she ended up in the vicinity of the group of men, and not long after that, they flagged her down. At first, it was business as usual, though she couldn’t shake the feeling that one of the men seemed familiar.

“Hey Mark,” the man celebrating his birthday remarked, “maybe we should come back here for your bachelor party. I bet Priyanka won’t mind!” he laughed.

That made Lemon freeze in her tracks as it all clicked. She saw red and her blood boiled with a wave of anger and loathing she had never felt before. Something inside of her took over, she hadn’t even realized she had thrown a drink in his face and screamed at him until Kameron was pulling her away and all eyes in the club were on her, including Priyanka’s, who had dropped everything to run over the second she heard Lemon scream.

“Who the hell are you?” Mark asked incredulously.

“I’m who your fianceé thinks about while you’re fucking her,” Lemon snarled while locked in Kameron’s grasp.

It was then that both Mark and Lemon realized Priyanka was right there. “What the fuck is she talking about, Pri?”

Priyanka felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach as she prayed for the floor to open up beneath her so the ground would swallow her whole. She knew she had been playing a dangerous game, but she could have never predicted that it would blow up in her face this badly. “I-”

“She’s never gonna love you,” Lemon continued with disdain in her voice. But then her tone softened to a calm, albeit distant one. “But don’t worry,” she looked towards Priyanka, their eyes meeting, “she’s never gonna love me either.”

Other than the music playing in the background, the room was silent as Lemon let Kameron take her upstairs to the common room. “How are you feeling?” she asked gently as she sat at the other end of the couch, resting her hand on the smaller girl’s leg. “You really caused a scene back there.”

“Whatever,” she mumbled. “He was gonna find out eventually. You can’t live a lie forever,” she hiccuped as she sprawled her barely-dressed body out. “I need another drink.”

“The only thing you’re drinking is water,” she said sternly, getting up and grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and bringing it back, propping Lemon up enough so she could drink. “I’m gonna call Rosé and have her take you home, I don’t think you should stick around tonight,” she told her as she fished her phone from her pocket.

Lemon nodded and pushed herself to sit up properly. She hung her head down, intentionally hiding her face from Kameron as she sniffled quietly. “Pri’s gonna hate me now, isn’t she?”

Kameron winced, unsure of how honest she should be with someone both drunk and emotionally unstable. “I think once the dust settles, you two are going to have to have a long talk. It’s not gonna be easy, but it’s gonna be the only way you two have a shot at healing.”

“I ruined her marriage.”

She shook her head. “She ruined her marriage the moment she said yes to someone she didn’t want to be with. She probably would’ve gotten cold feet and left him at the altar,” she mused, both out of her honest belief and the hope that she could get Lemon to crack a smile. And once she did, she felt comfortable getting back up and calling Rosé, warning her of exactly what happened.

“I got here as fast as I could,” Rosé announced once she made it upstairs. “Three different guys tried to buy lap dances off me on the way, sorry,” she added before rushing to her cousin’s side. “You’ve done it now, huh, Lem?” she shook her head as she helped her to her feet.

Vanessa emerged from the locker room with the rest of Lemon’s belongings. “Here, you might wanna get her changed before you take her back outta here.”

Kameron furrowed her brows. “You know her locker combination?”

“Um… yes?” she tucked a bobby pin into her back pocket. “This ain’t about me,” she was quick to change the subject and helped Lemon get changed.

Rosé effectively ignored the entire exchange, saying her goodbyes to the other women before driving Lemon back home and getting her changed again, this time into pajamas. “Mik isn’t home, you can sleep in her bed,” she offered.

Lemon chewed her lip for a moment, then shook her head. “Can I stay with you? I just… I don’t wanna be by myself.”

“Of course, baby,” she assured and tucked her into bed. “Do you need anything? Water? Something to eat?”

“Need to wake up in a world where none of this happened.”

Rosé sighed sadly. “Fresh out, unfortunately.” She changed as well before joining her in bed. “Just wake me if you need anything, okay?” When she got a nod of confirmation, she turned the lights off and called it a night.

But that wasn’t the case for Lemon. No, she wouldn’t be so lucky. Even though she had been drunk, the incident replayed in her mind in great detail no matter how many times she tried to shut it off. That, coupled with struggling to sort through the mix of emotions still swirling through her, kept her awake for another hour or so before exhaustion took over and she passed out.

And back at the club, everyone else was left to pick up the pieces of the explosive incident. But as much as the clientele was willing to move past what they’d witnessed, none of the employees could get themselves to carry on. So, with Jackie’s blessing, they called it an early night and nearly everyone went back home.

Priyanka hung back, seeking solace in Jackie’s office, knowing her boss might be the only one that could understand the gravity of the fallout. “What the fuck am I supposed to do now, Jackie? This is effectively outing me to everyone. And I look bad too, they’re gonna find out I’m gay and a cheater in one go. What should I do?”

Jackie sighed, her heart truly breaking for her. “I wish there was an easy answer for this. I think, for now, you just need to get through the night.”

And Priyanka would, though she was afraid to fall asleep, overwhelmed with the need to postpone tomorrow as long as she could, because she had run out of ways to hide or lie her way out of it.

#lemyanka #jaidie #rpdr rpf

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Taste of a Poison Paradise, Chapter 8 (Multi) - Joley

Chapter Summary: Things seem to be going well for Lemon until they go really bad really fast. Things are actually going well for Jackie and Jaida.

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Vanessa furrowed her brows as she counted on her fingers. “Dunno, like four months?”

“Shit, that’s like a lesbian year,” she murmured, sipping her drink. “This isn’t gonna fix itself is it?”

“Not as long as Pri’s got that rock on her finger.”

The three of them looked at Lemon, who, at least for the moment, appeared to be enjoying herself, then at Priyanka, who was talking to Crystal and looking stressed.

“So, dress shopping is happening on Wednesday?” Crystal asked. “Does she know?”

“Of course she doesn’t know,” Priyanka scoffed and shook her head, “I have no idea how to keep her from knowing, no one can keep a secret in their family.”

Crystal winced but nodded. “Well, good luck,” she offered before Gigi made their way to her side and her attention immediately became divided.

“Thanks,” Priyanka mumbled, her gaze drifting to Lemon, who was talking animatedly to Jan and Rosé, “I’ll need it.”

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“Are you sure you don’t want to go to a more traditional store?” The mother-in-law asked, “I know Mark doesn’t want your culture to be ignored.”

“It will be two separate ceremonies,” Priyanka’s mom cut in before she could speak for herself, “she will be wearing her grandmother’s sari for that.”

I’m living for the only thing I know I’m running and not quite sure where to go And I don’t know what I’m diving into Just hanging by a moment here with you

Desperate for changing Starving for truth I’m closer to where I started I’m chasing after you

“I asked if you liked the dress,” Scarlett replied.

“Are you okay?” her mother asked with sincere concern.

Priyanka nodded as she stepped off the platform. “Just a little lightheaded, I didn’t have breakfast.”

“Well, let’s get this dress taken care of, then we’ll go get something to eat.”

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“You don’t normally ask me to make house calls,” Jaida remarked as Jackie let her into the apartment, “is everything okay?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

There was a silent beat before Jackie swallowed thickly and told her, “I’m ready.”

“Then tell me what you want, baby.”

Jaida moved to Jackie, wrapping her arms around her waist and kissing her deeply. “I’m gonna take good care of you, okay?” she promised as they made their way to the bedroom.

Jaida came back up and laid beside her. “Are you okay?” she asked softly, pushing the hair out of her face.

“I’m good,” Jackie assured. “I just… I haven’t… it, um…”

“Jackie…” she furrowed her brows and sat up a bit, “have you ever been with a woman before?”

Jaida exhaled deeply, suddenly becoming aware of the weight that’d built upon her chest. “Then that’s all I needed to hear.”

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“You’re getting your third one this early?” Crystal questioned as she mixed it for her. “Something on your mind?”

And Crystal wasn’t entirely convinced, but she knew there was no use in pushing further. “Well, good luck,” she offered.

“Hey Mark,” the man celebrating his birthday remarked, “maybe we should come back here for your bachelor party. I bet Priyanka won’t mind!” he laughed.

“Who the hell are you?” Mark asked incredulously.

“I’m who your fianceé thinks about while you’re fucking her,” Lemon snarled while locked in Kameron’s grasp.

It was then that both Mark and Lemon realized Priyanka was right there. “What the fuck is she talking about, Pri?”

“Whatever,” she mumbled. “He was gonna find out eventually. You can’t live a lie forever,” she hiccuped as she sprawled her barely-dressed body out. “I need another drink.”

Lemon nodded and pushed herself to sit up properly. She hung her head down, intentionally hiding her face from Kameron as she sniffled quietly. “Pri’s gonna hate me now, isn’t she?”

“I ruined her marriage.”

Vanessa emerged from the locker room with the rest of Lemon’s belongings. “Here, you might wanna get her changed before you take her back outta here.”

Kameron furrowed her brows. “You know her locker combination?”

“Um… yes?” she tucked a bobby pin into her back pocket. “This ain’t about me,” she was quick to change the subject and helped Lemon get changed.

Lemon chewed her lip for a moment, then shook her head. “Can I stay with you? I just… I don’t wanna be by myself.”

“Of course, baby,” she assured and tucked her into bed. “Do you need anything? Water? Something to eat?”

“Need to wake up in a world where none of this happened.”

Jackie sighed, her heart truly breaking for her. “I wish there was an easy answer for this. I think, for now, you just need to get through the night.”

And Priyanka would, though she was afraid to fall asleep, overwhelmed with the need to postpone tomorrow as long as she could, because she had run out of ways to hide or lie her way out of it.

#rpdr fanfiction #taste of poison paradise #joley #lemyanka #jackie x jaida #lemon #priyanka #jaida essence hall #jackie cox #lesbian au #smut

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horrorslashergirl · 3 years

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For the OC thing: (TW for abuse)

Won’t say her name cuz she likes to go by Gigi, she’s 25y.o from NYC, has black hair and dark tired eyes. Likes to dress up and look sexy but usually goes for dark and baggy clothes when she doesn’t feel like it.

Grew up with a horrible mother and a worse stepdad. Got abused mentally and physically until she kinda snapped at 12 and stabbed her stepdad in his sleep. He didn’t die but she went to juvenile detention. She was out of there by 16 and stayed in an orphanage (I really don’t know how these things work)

Now she lives alone and works as a tattoo artist. Likes to watch horror movies and anime, knows how to cook but only when she feels like it. I have to say that she’s mentally unstable but doesn’t show cuz she comes off as childish and optimistic that’s why people think she’s dumb and try to take advantage of her but mess with her and she’ll mess your face and she’s willing to kill again if she has to and/or wants to :)

I’m still working on her but these are the confirmed info I’m sorry if it’s too much ❤️

Richard Firewood

He finds her childish and a bit of a juvenille with an attitude, which kind of gives him a bitter feeling of annoyance, but she may be usefull to him... Well.. Her organs that is.

Richard: Her only quality I suppose is that she knows how to cook and her tattoo skills may seem interesting but that's about it.

Jackson Jasper

He has tattoos and may like her skills with the ink. Perhaphs request her more tattoos? He also finds her beautiful and he is kind of a flirt himself. Might ask her out for a few drinks.

Jackson: She seems like a peace. *smirks*

The Hacker

Good looking, a bit crazy, loves horror movies and knows how to cook? Many qualities this guy will like about her. If she wants, she can practice tattooing on him... He wouldn't mind... And if she likes horror.... He will show her his redroom. First row seats.

The Hacker: Not bad... Not bad at all... If the dollface wants... I am willing to make a small hole into my schedule. *cocky smirk*

Bambi Miller

She is kind of an artist too. Bambi does wood carving and she would love to see Gigis tattoo pieces. Also they can make a girls night! Horror movies night! She also likes her attitude, optimistic but with a badass edge.

Bambi: She seems like a cool gal!

Dave Anthony

Mentally unstable? This poltergeist will have fun with that; stalking, teasing, haunting her... Using her past to torment her. He is simply a undead bully. If she has tattoos he will be tempted to rip them off. He will show her true horror.

Dave: Ohhhh... I think I found myself the next toy to play with.

Samuel Grayson

He will find her spirit and past to be sad, sensing that she went through a hard time, but her attitude may make him a little unsettling. He appreciates that she managed to be still alive and continued with her life.

Samuel: Despite her age.... She has the spirit of a small child.

Gerome and Axel (Miami Murderers)

They both like a badass woman and they find it cool that she is a tattoo artist. They don't have tattoos but they sure appreciate them. They could be on good terms with her optimistic side, well.... Gerome mostly.

Gerome: She seems like a cool chick.

Axel: She is fine... I guess.

Damiano Liberato

He doesn't understand... If she likes to dress sexy then why she opts for the baggy-man clothes.

Damiano: Ughh... She has potential but throw it out the window.

Azment

She thinks Gigi is a very alluring woman and pities on her past. This demoness would love to have a night with her... Watching horror movies and cuddling and maybe something more.

Azment: A tattoo artist? Does she have tattoos? And where? *lewd smile*

Mitch Carson

May see her as food. May see her as potential mate. It all depends on how she will act first around him, because Mitch is very unpredictable.

Mitch: *growls and sniffs her*

Azol

He can sense her past and he found it amusing that she killed at such a young age. He will be tempted to make her kill again.... Over and over again.

Azol: Ohhh I can sense it... A new puppet to play with.... And in the end... Fuck her soul out!

The Shadow

He can relate to her past because he grew up around a horrible family too. He may act neutral around her as long as she doesn't bother him and doesn't stick her nose into his business.

Shadow: She killed at such a young age.... Its just a matter of time before she will do it again.

Bahini Talibah

She feels bad about what happened to her. The people that were supposed to look after her, hurting her in all ways possible. Her aura is so broken yet she tries to be as bright as the sun.

Bahini: At last she tries to get on with her life and she is much stronger than she may think herself.

Xaviera Lah-Mo

She feels sad about her past too and will emphatize with her dearly but she is glad that she puts on a strong shield and goes on with her path in life.

Xaviera: I suppose not all parents are the same with their love for their children. *sad sigh*

Akshay Lah-Mo

Possible will feel bad for her, but doesn't show it. He will be probably interested into her tattoo skills.

Akshay: We all had our rough period of times. Good thing is that she doesn'tet it affect her that much...

Decebal Avram Chirilă

He will feel bad for what happened to her and try to comfort her, cheer her up by watching horror movies, and he will want to show her all his tattoos on his body and tell her about them.

Decebal: I love a badass woman! And I would love to try her cooking... I am not a picky eater. *grin*

Nadia Nikolina Chirilă

She will feel horrible for what happened to her, but she loves that she went through it and didn't took all the bullshit and finally fought back. Also, she will be interested into her tattoo skills and pieces.

Nadia: A woman can snap at any point and kill.

Alexander Chirilă

Again, like his siblings, he will feel sad for her past, and look up at her for she puts on the brave face and faced it all.

Alexander: I suppose everyone has a sad story to tell.

#Richard Firewood #Jackson Jasper #The Hacker #Bambi Miller #Dave Anthony #Azol #Azment #Samuel Grayson #Bahini Talibah #Damiano Liberato #The Shadow #Gerome Montana #Axel Friedrich #Xaviera Lah-Mo #Akshay Lah-Mo #Decebal Avram Chirilă #Nadia Nikolina Chirilă #Alexander Chirilă #Mitch Carson

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smolbeandrabbles · 3 years

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One Heart To Another - Vince Kovac x Reader (Tangle)

Main Series: The Honey / Back on Love (Also see: Chaser / Want to Want Me / Middle Distance Runner / Love The Way You Love Me )

Author’s Note: Yooooooooo! Starting the writing year here off with Vince? You betcha! This is a direct continuation of ‘Back on Love’. Literally, we gonna pick up where we left off.

Disclaimer: Tangle & all associated characters nothing to do with me / lyrics not mine / you’ll see I put my banner back at the top so no gif disclaimers-!

Premise: After two chance encounters leave you with questions and doubts, the only thing left to do is confront Vince about his past.

Words: 4247

Warnings: Tangle season 2/3 spoilers ahead! / swearing / mentions of sex

______ You can't keep a secret in a tell-all town this size I figured I'd see you around I didn't know what I'd do 'til now And I don't wanna impose or cause a scene But I'm gonna tell you what the last one told me

From one heart to another From one ex to the next lover I've felt that spell you're under That kiss underneath those covers When it's good, it don't get better He'll make it feel like it's forever But from one ex to the next lover He goes from one heart to another

Some take to drinkin' and some take to the words in red Some lay low, some get high Everybody's got their way to get by To fix what's broken inside And for him, it's goodbyes and taillights

You can't fix it (you can't fix it) You're gonna see it (you're gonna see it) He's addicted to the leaving

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Ally blinked at you a couple of times, almost surprised that you knew her name – that he might even have told you that much. Seemed you were both as worried about this eventual conversation as each other. You swallowed hard, turning fully towards her, neither of you sure of what exactly to say next. Although she had called upon you, so clearly she had something to say… She took a breath and smiled gently, “I wondered if he might say anything.” In truth Vince hadn’t told you much about Ally other than she existed; but you knew enough about his two kids, Romeo and Gigi, even if you had yet to meet them. She’d barely said two sentences to you and yet you were instantly warming to her, “Vince said a little. I can’t say I ever expected to… meet you like this.” You took a step forward, smiling back, “It’s a pleasure.” Then stopped yourself, “Can I… say that?” She only laughed herself, “I suppose so. You’ve kinda been the talk of my neighbourhood for a little while… and not just because you’re an amazing architect.” Ally said it more because she’d clearly found out that’s who you were, not because she’d admired your work. You flushed; seemed like you were going to become Melbourne gossip. But with Vince’s reputation could you really be so surprised? “Oh- I-” “I just… It sounds like the two of you are happy. And I don’t want… I don’t want to mess that up for you. That’s not why I’m seeking you out, but… I saw you over here and I just… I have some things to say.” Happy? You thought for a moment. Were you? Were you happy with him? You supposed that may well have been one word for the way he made you feel, but it might not have been the one you chose. You would prefer comfortable… or hopeful, that you could perhaps build some kind of future together. You nodded slowly, “I guess I might have expected you would if we ever did meet. I’ll hear you out!” Afterall, you could take ex-wife spite with a pinch of salt if that’s what this was going to be. Only Ally didn’t look like the type, and she’d just said that wasn’t what this was. You believed her, you trusted her. Her next smile was a little awkward, “Maybe… maybe we shouldn’t do this here. Do you have time for a coffee?” Your eyebrow shot up, okay, that wasn’t just a few things to say – this was a whole conversation she wanted to have! You glanced at your watch, your call wasn’t until this evening, you still had plenty of time to kill, “Yeah, sure! That would actually be really nice..!” *** She threw her coat over the back of her chair as she sat opposite you, “Sorry, I don’t know how much you know of Melbourne, but this one is one of my favourite places to go. I hope it’s not out of your way?” You laughed, waving away Ally’s worry, “I’m still learning, it’s nice to add somewhere different to my list.” You also understood her wishes to be somewhere she found comfortable. This wasn’t going to be the easiest thing to talk about, even without the factor of you being Vince’s new girlfriend.

Ally didn’t have to do this. She didn’t have to subject herself to these thoughts ever again if she didn’t want to – sure, they could be intrusive, you understood that. But she didn’t have to bring them to you. It made you understand all at once the kind of person she was; doing this for you out of the goodness of her own heart. It gave you a sudden sense of tranquillity. Happiness for her – Vince didn’t deserve a heart like hers; you were almost glad that she was out of it. You knew about strings of messy love affairs and ‘love them and leave thems’ - you’d done enough of that in your life; whatever she had to tell you about Vince, you figured you could handle it.

She started with small talk, allowing yourselves to warm to each other as you talked about your work and your interests. You found it odd for Ally to start a conversation as if meeting a new friend, then wondered – almost aloud – if that was what you might become. You supposed in the back of your mind you’d always thought that you and her would have to become something if Vince was ever going to see his kids again. When Ally began to touch on Vince, however, her smile didn’t even falter, not once. And she shared with you good memories. Everything about her ex-husband she truly loved – and you could see that in her eyes. How much joy this reminiscing brought her – you damned him yourself for breaking her heart, for ever cheating on her in the first place. Even if without that, there wouldn’t be a you and him.

Then she paused, swallowing hard, faltering as she stared down at her empty coffee cup and fiddled with the sleeve of her cardigan. And you knew what was coming – everything Ally had really pulled you here to tell you. The warning. The Ex to the Next Girl. She started with Emily. Em. How she’d found out, how it ended. How Em broke it off with him first. How Ally had thought about fixing everything, about staying with him, for the kids as much as everything. But she couldn’t. It was all a little too much for her. And as you thought, many told her she deserved better. But Vince had been her everything for a very long time, and you could only imagine how difficult it had all been for her. By Ally’s smile, though, you could tell things were getting better. She went on to explain a few other aspects of Vince’s personality; flaws and quirks she thought you aught to be mindful of. But that not all of them were bad – not everything about Vince was bad. Once again affirming that she wasn’t here to tell you to run miles; because maybe he’d changed, maybe he would try this time. But she was here to make you aware, so that whatever the decision was, it was your own. So that you were never on the back foot in the relationship. Plain and simple, Ally wanted you to have all the knowledge, so that you had all the power.

Then she paused again, and it was all there in her hesitation that she had so much more to say. Something was stopping her – but you leant forward, needing to know it. Ally had come this far; you needed her to go the whole way. She could only shake her head: Ally knew about one affair, but she had found things that indicated Vince’d had others when clearing his stuff out. You raised an eyebrow; you weren’t sure Vince ever really gave a number before… he said he’d ‘cheated’, he hadn’t expressed this might have been multiple accounts. But looking at the way he was with you, you wouldn’t be surprised. They wouldn’t all have rejected his advances, they wouldn’t all have been given the ‘I have to earn you’ spiel in the same way as he’d given it to you. Amicable of him to keep chasing you, if he’d known it so easy, was your only thought. Ally bit her lips together; “Some of it I can’t talk about. It’s not my place. It’s his. But if he loves you. If he really means it and he loves you, Vince will come clean. You should give him that opportunity, because if he’s serious he’ll do it. I can’t promise that it’ll be easy. But if he does then it’s all down to you. But that honesty alone, trust me, is worth so much. Because that isn’t him. So, if he does it, it’s for you.”

“…I don’t know if I’m ready for what the answer could be…” You knotted your fingers together and stared at your hands for a moment; shaken a little at the anxiousness that was starting to set in across your shoulders. Ally reached across the table, and her hand upon yours squeezing gently had you raising your eyes back to her, “If he doesn’t then there’s only one thing to do, Y/N,” her smile was sympathetic, but her tone serious, “take this warning and run.” *** Vince didn’t return home for a few days. That was fine, sometimes it was like that. He still had his own place and, as this technically wasn’t really his house, there were days that he didn’t live here. It had never bothered you before; only now you had Ally’s words echoing in your head. Not that you thought he was cheating, but you could feel that whisper deep in the back of your head. At the same time, you were glad he wasn’t around so you could gather your thoughts, think about how exactly you were supposed to ask him about it. You figured you were going to have to mention Ally, but also weren’t sure what reaction that would get. And you weren’t sure that you wanted to leap at him with something as blunt as “So, how many times did you cheat on her?!”

You had picked up your phone a couple of time and hovered over the call button, and every time it lit up with a text from him you would thinking about it and stop yourself. No. This wasn’t a call, and certainly wasn’t a text conversation, this had to be a face-to-face confrontation. So you didn’t call him… you simply awaited his return to you.

Meanwhile, you were still working around the city, and got pulled into a meeting with a property developer. Although work had come from your architect company, she had asked for you specifically and had your design in mind for the development. That was no problem, as you were free, your boss didn’t see the harm in sending you out. Manuel had called out to you before you left the office and asked if you needed back up, you simply shook your head and rolled your eyes at him, “I’ll phone if I need you to bail me though!” “Alright! I’ll be right here-!” He was a little blessing sometimes; you weren’t about to admit that to his face though. You thought he already probably knew.

When you met Nicky Barnham she was about what you expected, all business and fast paced talking about how many investors she had that had brought her this piece of land, and exactly what she wanted, and a budget she’d constructed. You nodded along, listening to what she was thinking. Seemed very ‘out of the box’… you wondered what the pièce de résistance was… Why she would bother asking for you specifically. You came with a price tag, even without it being a direct commission. Just so she could say it was designed by you? Right now it wasn’t the most exciting thing you’d ever heard of, and you could just as easy pass it on to an assistant or someone else in the firm if it didn’t pique your interest. You weren’t about to tell her that, of course.

She seemed to hold this air of confidence over you that you didn’t like. The way she watched you a little too closely, as if she was scrutinising everything about you: from the words you used and the way you spoke, to your attire, your drawing, your portfolio of experience on similar projects… your body. You found that one most odd. Because it wasn’t in a ‘I’m checking you out’ way – which you might find flattering, but a little inappropriate for a business meeting. But as if she were sizing you up, seeing what exactly you were working with. You tried your best to ignore it with a neutral expression; all you had to do was your job, then you could get out of here. Then eventually, she spoke up. Because finally she couldn’t resist the urge to ask the question. And you realised exactly why she was staring at you in such a way as it burst from her. “You’re the architect that’s with Vince Kovac, right?” Your stare back was very measured, and you chewed the inside of your lip for a second. Was that how she knew your name? Did this have nothing to do with your actual prowess as an architect? She was asking for none of your signatures because she didn’t know who you were. Not really. ‘Damn being the fucking talk of this town-!’ You placed your pencil down slowly, wondering exactly where this was about to head. “Yes.” You didn’t offer anything else than that. Your relationship wasn’t up for discussion. She wasn’t a friend. She wasn’t even an acquaintance. This was her first consultation with you; the personal details of your life were just that. Nicky leant forward, smirk forming on her lips, “Oh, the sex is just so great isn’t it? Now there is a man who knows what he’s doing… especially in the back of a car. And I saw the one you pulled up in; must be quite a thrill… or in that truck of his. And you’re tiny, so you must fit in the bed, or the back seat so easily… Someone tells me he practically lives with you. I’m not surprised. I wouldn’t let him out of that bed once I got him in it.” She tucked her hair behind her ear with a far-off look of remembrance, “Of course, it was just the once but… mmm… I could do that again.” You weren’t exactly sure what the correct response was – although 20 that were obviously highly inappropriate for the situation screamed their way across your head. You hoped that your face wasn’t reading all of them at once. You blinked, taking a breath to calm them all down. Personal is personal. But also, she could stop thinking about whatever mind blowing sex she got from Vince once, because he was yours now. And it was none of her business what you got up to with him – between the sheets or in the back seat. Your voice wasn’t exactly controlled though, and the anger boiled beneath the surface: “We haven’t had sex yet.” “Really?!” She was shocked, and obviously hadn’t read you at all, “You need to get on it girl, he’s not the kind of man to wait around forever, if you know what I mean. When he gets bored it’ll be onto the next one.” You very nearly snapped the pencil in two. Ally had said she knew about more affairs. And you got the feeling that one was now sitting across from you spilling details to lord over you that ‘yes, I’ve had sex with your boyfriend too!’… although now it was just ‘I’VE actually had sex with him. You haven’t.’ What did she expect, you to lean across the table, eyes bright, and start spilling every intimate detail with her? This wasn’t some girl gossip. This wasn’t you and your best friend in college where you used to lament about all the boys you were both chasing. She was barely even a client right now. What the hell is wrong with some people? You simply opted to nod, with your eyebrows raised. Yeah. So you’d heard.

The rest of the session passed with very little words, and when you’d gave the rough designs to Nicky, she smiled and shook your hand, and said she was looking forward to working with you, with a very pointed smirk. As soon as the door closed behind you you wiped your hands on your clothing and threw the file onto the seat beside you. Forgetting it almost immediately. You drove back blind, and were still barely seeing when you reached the office. Manuel craned his neck in curiosity as you entered. Anytime anyone asked for you, everyone always wanted to know where they’d heard of you and what signature twist they wanted, and what it was that meant your usual services were out of budget. He needn’t have bothered, you made a bee line for his desk. “How’d it go?” You dumped the folder, still staring off at nothing in particular, “She’s all yours.” “That bad, huh?” Manuel pulled it towards him, “Not gonna pass up a commission or a daft sketch from you though, I love working with your designs!” You barely managed a sarcastic laugh over your shoulder as you stalked back to your own space; “Knock yourself out!”

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You were still working when Vince arrived home, glass of wine balanced on the arm of the couch as you stared at your laptop screen and the CAD design in front of you. Something still seemed off about it. Maybe you weren’t in the right mood for it… and you were about 3 or 4 glasses in… But you just wanted the thing done so you could actually get on with the evening you had planned. DVD lying forgotten on the coffee table in front of you. “BAAAABE?” Vince’s voice cut through your thoughts and you raised your eyes from your screen to the room, realising you now had another problem on your hands. Vince hadn’t been back since Nicky… hadn’t been back since Ally. You’d talked but… you wanted to talk. You looked back to the design and sighed in frustration; well, this wasn’t getting finished tonight. “Oh-! Here you are. How you doing? You been okay?” He swept through your living room, disappearing into the kitchen – whereupon you heard the fridge door open and a beer cracked. He ambled back through, pausing, eyebrow raised at your lack of answer, “Babe?” “Yeah, what?” “You… not talking to me or something?” It made you incredulous that he was able to stand there with a smug little smirk on his lips. But you had to keep level. If you lost it with him immediately then Vince would have already won. Your eyes trailed back to your laptop screen and you inclined your head towards it. You chewed your lip for a second, passing your fingers between each other, in an attempt to channel your thoughts. To him you were quite clearly upset, even if he didn’t understand why. You had let this man into your life, he practically lived with you. Vince had said, in earnest, looking at you like you were the only person in the world, so quiet and sincere that he had to earn you. And yet… all this? Did he simply say that to every woman he met? It was so easy to sit here and just believe that to be true. In the end you didn’t even choose your words as carefully as you wanted to. Perhaps needed to. You’d been given days to think, and instead you’d over thought it too much. “How many other woman are gonna tell me what a great lay you are?!” Vince lowered the bottle from his lips very slowly, eyebrow cocked, “…What?” You lowered the screen of your laptop just as slow, and turned to him; “You have ONE chance to come clean with me, now.” “Y/N, you’re not making sense…” He started towards you, “ONE chance Vince-! And I want the truth, I don’t-” He sat beside you taking your hands, “Who? Who have you been talking to?” “…Well, Em I knew about from you. A couple of days ago I got accosted by Nicky Barnham… I hope the list ends there. But I need to know. Who else is gonna come at me from the shadows? Vince if this is going to be a real relationship. If you want me to trust you, if you want to earn that trust. Then I need to know everything. Right now.” There was a pause of significance as his fingers repeatedly laced and unlaced with yours. Vince couldn’t meet your eyes even though you’d somewhere, somehow, found the strength to look at him. His eyes remained on his beer bottle for countless minutes before he sighed, almost in resignation. This was his moment – and his only moment – to come clean. Or the wrath that might be coming if he didn’t was what he’d have to face. Vince could only imagine how unforgiving you’d be. “There was one other.” “One?” “One. I promise.” You weren’t sure how much you could really count on his promises, but you would hear him out at least. “But it’s not… It’s not like Em or Nicky that… that was easy.” Your eyes narrowed at him, anything but impressed at his choice of language. But his blue eyes held yours, almost pleading you to see his side of the situation; whatever that was. “Her name is Tanya… but.” He delayed it again. The inevitable truth. “God, Y/N. It’s-” You almost wanted to scream at him to get on with it, but you stilled, and you held your tongue for a punchline you almost couldn’t imagine. “We have a daughter together. Her name is Ophelia.” Your eyes widened, and your hands pulled from his as you visibly recoiled from him across the couch. You knew the gasp was loud, you knew what your body language was saying. Vince hadn’t just had affairs; he’d had a child with someone else. Was this what Ally was referring to!? You could only imagine that it was. And that, by the way he was talking, Vince even had something to do with her life. Your throat burned and tears pricked at your eyes and fell before you’d even noticed their presence. After all he’d said. When he’d come clean before Vince had barely scratched the surface. Did he not trust you enough? Did he not want this enough? Did he not love you enough…? Was this the person he was always going to be? Was there simply no hope for your relationship, no matter what he told you and how sincerely he told you he’d work for you. Were you just gonna be another ‘great lay’ on Vince’s ever-growing list? Fuck that. You weren’t down to be chased and won like some trophy at the end of a game. Used for sex and excitement until that spark was just gone; another picked up after you just as easily. He’d never gotten you naked, but you had let him into your life. Parts of you you hadn’t let anyone see for a very long time, not since you’d last seriously dated. You weren’t just upset with him, you were hurting. And all you were measuring up was his lies. How much of what he’d told you could easily have been lies. You were deep into over thinking now. And you couldn’t handle it. You stood, hands to your head for a moment as you moved away from him. “I want you to go.”

It hung in the air even as he stood quickly, his attempt to rush to your side countered by your steps back and away from him, and this time you refused to look at his face. “What?” “Vince. Please, I need you to leave.” “Y/N.” His next attempt to take your hand had you yanking away from him, this time looking at his face as you pointed to your front door. “Please, if you care about me even a little you’ll go, right now. I need time, Vince. I can’t... this hurts! Can’t you see how much this hurts?!” “Please. We can talk about this.”

No. No. You need to go. “I can’t. I need you to leave.” “Y/N.” Your advance on him to shove him down the hallway was met with steps backwards, hands raised. Alright, I get it. But Vince kept looking at you even as you stalked him down the corridor; “Babe, we can fix this. You know that. We can talk about it.” “I’m not ready to talk about it. You need to wait for that.” YOU can’t fix this. He opened the door and took one step back onto the porch. You almost found it amicable that he was listening – that Vince wasn’t attempting to push you up against the wall, sweet talk you and kiss this all away. He knew it wouldn’t work. That would result in you screaming at him, clawing at his face and him losing you forever. Vince Kovac still couldn’t afford that.

But his blue eyes still begged you to let him back in, even as you shut the door in his face. You slid down the other side – head pounding from thinking, whooshing slightly from the glasses of wine. He didn’t call back, but you knew he didn’t leave right away either. Maybe Vince thought you’d change your mind, throw your door open and run to him and drag him back inside.

It didn’t happen, and eventually you heard his truck roll off the drive way. Only then did you stand, allowing yourself one sob before you wiped your eyes and trudged back through into the living room.

Your eyes fell upon the bottle of wine on the side, your half-finished glass. You couldn’t be sure, but you thought your heart might just be broken. You balanced your glass between your fingers and poured it full again.

Nothing good wine couldn’t fix…

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Thank you for reading! First (published) fic of 2021! I’m not going to promise any consistency this year at all, but I’ll try my damnedest.

#Vince Kovac #Vince Kovac x Reader #Lyric #Lyric Brennan #Baby architect #207 #smol bean drabbles #Linzi writes #Tangle #I think it was listening to this song that kinda pushed me back to these two. I had another one but this had to happen first..!#And then this song OOOOO!!!#Perfect for what I wanted to do!#I had to do a little too much digging for this info #But I knew I couldn't leave it out so I had to put Lyric through it #Ben Mendelsohn

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writethehousedown · 4 years

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In My Head, We Belong (Gigi/Crystal) Chapter One - Zyan

Summary: Gigi tries to keep her feelings for Crystal as a secret, while juggling orders, her side job as a seamstress, helping her very clueless friend Jan ask an equally clueless Jaida out on a proper date and begging Silky, Heidi and Dusty to please stop their Who Can Cook Faster competition.

a/n: new fic who dis. I’m back back back again! The new season really has sparked my creative juices :) This began as a small request I did on my blog and it turned out into a very fluffy universe. I hope you like it! Much like Genie AU, I’m having a lot of fun writing this. 💖 Frey is the bestest beta, and y'all can find me over at @chachkisalpaca. The title comes from the Doja Cat’s song “Streets.”

Widow’s restaurant might not be a five star one - or four even - but she keeps it neat and clean, the walls get painted whenever Widow spots the tiniest of cracks in the paint, and she’s got a handful of regular patrons. She’s also the best boss Gigi has ever had.

She makes sure they all eat a good meal before beginning with their shifts, pays them a little extra the nights they’re full and still manage to serve all customers as good as they can, understands when they can’t come to work for whatever the reason might be, and doesn’t need much explanations when they request a night off, because she trusts her girls. As far as the staff is aware, Widow is an angel disguised as a human.

They’re usually full on Saturdays, the kitchen turning into a war zone as Dusty, Heidi, and Silky try to get the waitresses orders ready, sometimes competing between each other who’ll gets their order ready the fastest. For a moment it’s amusing to the waitresses, until they get carried away and have to be reminded that it’s not time for their foolishness, it’s time for dinner.

This Saturday though, it’s almost empty - a couple with their kids being the only clients they’ve gotten so far, since a storm broke loose.

“Well, the weather man did say we’re gonna have a few days with rain,” Jan comments, standing in the tip of her toes to watch the rain from the window of the back door.

“Yeah, but this is not Singing in The Rain type of rain, this is like, I dunno, Sharknado kinda weather,” Crystal replies, throwing a green nine to the table. Jaida huffs and reaches for a card in the pile before passing.

“Have you ever seen Sharknado?” Heidi asks; her brows are knitted in a confused frown as she throws a green +2. Silky bangs her fist on the table, proceeding to frantically search for a card to kill off Heidi’s.

“… No,” Crystal admits at the same time Silky slams a +4. “Fuck! I hate y’all,” she groans as she draws six cards from the pile. Heidi and Silky high five with smug smiles and giggle.

Gigi watches them, completely amused, leaning against the door frame. She’s not sure if they should be playing Uno during work hours, despite not being a single soul around, but Widow gives them more liberties than a boss normally does. Hell, sometimes she’s the one to come into the kitchen with a Uno deck, asking if anyone wanna play.

“I’d join, but I feel like Heidi and Silky have some sort of trickery going on,” Brianna says, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, glancing up at them from time to time.

Gigi looks at the pair, noticing the looks they share from time to time and cocks a brow. She’s not even surprised; Heidi and Silky are a competitive duo, though Heidi shows it a lot less.

“Do you think one of them is sitting on a bunch of +2 cards?” Gigi asks, stifling a giggle. Brianna snorts, locking her phone.

“Most likely, it’s like the fourth time they made Crystal pick up since they started playing. Notice how suspicious it is that she hasn’t picked any +2 or +4 yet?” She comments just as Jaida slams a card on the table, yelling ‘Uno’.

Gigi snickers; though she prefers full nights because it’s a good moment for tips, she doesn’t mind when once in a while it’s completely deserted and they get to relax and have fun together.

Though that fun results in Crystal throwing her cards to the ground after a collective work between Jaida, Heidi, and Silky in which each of them throws a +4; she abandons the game saying she’ll never play again with them. She goes over to Brianna and Gigi with her arms folded and a childish pout.

“Please, tell me I’m not the only one that believes they’re cheating,” she says as she looks back at Silky and Heidi. They’re now battling against each other to see who the final loser is, and it’s honestly hilarious.

“I wouldn’t be surprised; I’m used to them cheating whenever we play anything. They’re competitive bitches,” Gigi replies, Crystal laughs softly and Gigi smiles to herself.

Sometimes the fact that she’s still there after two years surprises her; she’d never thought she’d actually like this job and her co-workers, considering them her second family.

She also has feelings for one of the members of said family, but she’ll never say that out loud.

Gigi’s so distracted by her thoughts, she doesn’t hear Jackie behind the door, almost falling on her back if it wasn’t for her.

“Wow! You okay, G?” She asks with a concerned voice. Gigi nods, and Jackie helps her stabilize herself. “Girls, please clean this up, believe it or not we’ve got clients. Silk, they ordered two menus of the day; can you take care of it?”

Silky stares at Jackie for solid five seconds before slowly starting to get up and all of a sudden there are several Uno cards spilled all across the floor. Well, guess Brianna was right.

“You cheating bitch! I knew you had something up in your sleeve,” Crystal exclaims, completely offended.

“Or your ass,” Jaida points out with a laugh, kneeling to pick up the cards. “You are one shady bitch, someone remind me to tell Widow to ban you from the Uno games.”

“Ban who from Uno?” Widow asks as she enters the kitchen. Jaida points at Silky, telling her about the cheating. Widow clicks her tongue. “Silky, I’ve told you already; if you’re gonna cheat, put those cards in your thighs, not ass!” Widow scolds, but soon she’s loudly laughing along with Silky.

Jackie pinches the bridge of her nose, counts until ten, and claps her hands, hurrying Silky to get her orders ready. Then, Widow remembers why she stepped into the kitchen in the first place.

“The storm is getting really bad; does everyone have a way to get home safely? I wouldn’t mind going out of my way to drop some of y’all off,” she offers, speaking loud enough so everyone in the kitchen can hear her.

“My grandpa lent me his car because he heard it’d rain today. I could also drop some of y’all home,” Dusty pipes up from the other side of the room.

“I came here with Jesus and an umbrella, so I’ll take any of you two on that,” Heidi says, looking back and forth between Dusty and Widow.

“Well, John is picking me up today, so I guess I’ll pass.” Crystal shrugs, and Gigi knits her brows in a frown.

“Who’s John?” Gigi asks before she can stop herself. Crystal looks at her with a toothy smile that may or may not make her heart sting a little.

“Oh, he’s a guy I met at a friend’s birthday party. We’ve been going out for like, two weeks or so. I thought everyone knew, I’ve pretty much annoyed everyone during Friday’s lunch shift talking about him,” she explains excitedly, and Gigi has to restrain herself from letting her devastation show on her face.

“I’m not on the lunch shifts, just the night ones,” she simply says, and the topic soon goes back to the previous one, Gigi remaining silent for most of the conversation, except to say she’d appreciate a ride home.

The rest of the night remains uneventful, since they’ve got no other clients. They close early, and they only leave when Crystal’s guy arrives, the redhead quickly says goodbye to all of them as she climbs inside his car with a big smile.

As she stares out the window, watching how the streets empty more and more, Gigi thinks she couldn’t be upset with Crystal for going out with people, since she isn’t planning on confessing her feelings to her.

It doesn’t mean it hurt any less, though.

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goodesgoodies · 4 years

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Home Away From Home-Chapter 1 (Gigi x Crystal)

Hey guys, this is my first fanfic hope you enjoy! It’s about Gigi who had just moved from L.A to small town Missouri turns out she has a little crush on the girl across the street. But the girls heart might belong elsewhere. Might do a chapter two!

CRYSTAL

"Crystal! Come here please!" Mrs. Methyd called from the kitchen. Crystal sat up and got out of bed with a groan, and skipped her way down the stairs entering the kitchen.

"Yes mom?" Crystal said politely despite being slightly annoyed after being disrupted "We have some new neighbors that just moved in across the street! I heard they have a daughter just a year younger than you. Why don’t you go welcome her and find out if she’s going MSS (Massori Secondary-School)" "Uhm, okay" But before doing so Crystal went up the stairs looking to get changed out of her pajamas but still not really caring much about what she looked like while throwing on some sweats and a t-shirt.

Crystal slowly made her way across the road taking her time, and then making her way up the driveway passing two cars one was a fancy sports car she would’ve never been able to guess and the other was a BMW and then rang the doorbell. As she waited at the door she got a text from her friend Heidi and decided to wait to respond she then heard footsteps approach the door but she wasn’t expecting that when the door opened it would reveal a beautiful girl she began to examine the girl and caught sight of her she was tall with defined cheek bones, ice blue eyes, and golden blonde hair. Crystal was star struck and felt as though she should’ve prepared herself better instead of her grey sweats when she realized the girl’s beautiful sundress. "Uh.. my names Gigi, I just moved here" the girl stated. Then Crystal snapped back into reality "Oh, I’m Crystal! I uh live across the street" she said extending her arm out to shake the beautiful girls hand, and Gigi did the same. "I wanted to come and welcome you to the neighborhood, so welcome!" "Thank you very much" Gigi then said "Uhm.. would you like to come in?" She continued "I’d love to!" Crystal says a little too eagerly being thrilled due to how gorgeous Gigi is.

After briefly exploring Gigi’s house they run into her dad "...Hi dad" Gigi says "Hm? Oh hello Genevieve" he said politely but it felt strangely cold "Hello! I’m Crystal" Crystal began to introduce herself "Hello, I’m Mr. Goode" Crystal took a mental note of that 'Gigi Goode' they then made their was up to Gigi’s room where there are still a few boxes scattered around the room. It was a light purple that was decorated my posters and in the center a white bed complimented with black and grey bedding "Your room is very cute!" Crystal says while still scanning the room still and noticing a pride flag hanging out of a still packed box. Crystal was surprised at the sight because she pictured Gigi being a jock dating cheerleader time by her house and the way she dressed but she wasn’t complaining the only other two lesbians she know are Jackie and Jan and she’s pretty sure they’re into each other "Thank you!" Gigi said grinning. Crystal went to the box and picked up the flag as Gigi beganto look stressed "Oh sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, shouldn’t have touched your stuff" she chucked nervously "No, don’t worry" Gigi giggled "So are you going to 'MSS'?" Crystal asked "Yes, is that where you go?" "Yeah!" Crystal spoke thrilled. *bing* a noise came from Crystals back pocket, then reached to her phone.

Mom

Hey! Dinners ready!

Crystal

Okay! On my way Mom

"Hey, I gotta go. Will you be at school tomorrow?" Crystal asked the girl she found herself lusting after "Yep!" She replied "Well.. I could drive you to school if you want?" Crystal sheepishly asked "That would be great! I’ll see you tomorrow!" But before Crystal could leave Gigi grabbed her arm and a pen and wrote down her number Crystal said nothing but indicating she’d text her with a small wink.

She then went home and greet her mother and father then sat down to eat dinner with them "So was the girl nice?" Her mother asked while continuing to eat her enchiladas "Yeah she’s really nice!" Crystal then spaced out at the thought of Gigi, her mother picked up on it "Is she cute?" Her mom asked causing Crystal to blush. Crystals parents were very supportive of her being gay but they didn’t talk about it much "Uh.. I-I dont know" her mom laughed at her and then after diner Crystal went back up to her room and called Heidi "Hey! Sorry I didn’t answer your text my mom wanted me to welcome my new neighbour to Missouri" Crystal said after Heidi picked up the phone "Don’t worry about it boo" she replied "are they going to MSS?" "Yeah!" Crystal replied once again too eagerly "Ouu, is she cute?" Heidi said giggling "How’d you know they were a girl?" "You’re too excited for it to be a guy" Heidi teased "Oh shut up" Craystal said giggling then continued "She gave me her number.. should I text her?" "Obviously you idiot, but don’t forget about your flirt feud with Jaida. I think she might be into you" Heidi said quickly "Jaidas not even gay!" She said defensively "Not so sure about that girl, but seriously text this women" Heidi returned with "Okay! See you tomorrow love ya" then Crystal hung up the phone

Crystal

Hey! It’s me Crystal

Gigi

Hey Crystal! Excited for school tomorrow, it was great meeting you

Crystal

Great meeting you too! Maybe we can hangout sometime?

Gigi

I’d love to. See you tomorrow! Goodnight 💗

Crystal

Goodnight 😊❤️

Crystal was very excited to see Gigi but she also couldn’t stop thinking about what Heidi said about Jaida.

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GIGI

After a long night of thinking about the girl next door she woke up excited to go to school with her new friend. She got out of bed and got changed into a little black top, leather pants and some gold hoops. She posed in the mirror to see her perfect figure staring back at her she truly was perfect even if she didn’t know so herself, she then continued on with her daily routine and after siting on her couch waiting for Crystal to be ready. *ring* Gigi jumped up off her couch at the sound of the doorbell knowing it was the girl she met the prior night and rushing to the door. Then taking a breath and keeping herself composed to open the door and see the girl "Hey Crystal!" She said excitedly more so then she wanted to come off while noticing how beautiful Crystal looked today and how her red curly hair reflected the sun off it "Hey, you ready to go?" Crystal saying much more relaxed then Gigi had seconds before "Yup, and thank you again. I was slightly nervous about going into this knowing nobody.." Gigi confessed shyly "No worry’s!" Crystal said with a smile on her face that was worth framing a photo of. They walked up to Crystals car it was older and kinda dirty not what Gigi was used to but she figured it does the job of getting Crystal from A to B so it didn’t exactly matter.

They arrived and prepared to part ways for the day "Hey, you wanna eat lunch with my friends and I?" Asked Crystal "Really? Of course" she said as she grinned "See you later!"

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The day flew by Gigi had done similar things at her old school in L.A so she wasn’t very far behind the rest of the students in her classes. She ended up having Crystal in her spanish and she then picked up on her being Latina by her tan skin and her perfect accent when forming the words and answering the questions of the teacher. Once lunch came around she asked one of her teachers the way to the lunch room and they directed her to where it was m. She felt weird going to the lunch which confused her since she’s usually very confident, but she ignored it.

"Hey Crystal!" She said walking up to her new friend at a table with one other person "Hey! This is my friend Heidi" "Hey, Heidi!" she said regaining her usuall outgoing personality "Hey Gigi, I heard a lot about you" as Jackie snickered which made Crystal blush and Gigi’s heart flutter. Then two other girls approached the table "Hey I’m Jaida! Gigi right?" One of the new girls said the sitting down next to Crystal "Hey, Baby" the Jaida girl then said to Gigi’s new neighborhood and the words made Gigi’s heart sink, but before she could here what else Jaida had to say to Crystal another girl approached Gigi "Hey, I’m Jackie! Nice to meet you" "Uh.. yeah good to meet you too, I’m Gigi" she said sweating a little after feeling so stupid about thinking Crystals wink the night prior was a signal so she kept her mouth shout throughout lunch.

The rest of they day passed by and Gigi decided to ignore Jaida calling Crystal baby, they just met anyway it’s no big deal. But she was a little let down because Crystal reminded her of her friends back home she was so endearing she just wanted to be around her all the time for some reason which wouldn’t be difficult living across the street from each other. As Gigi was about to walk home hoping to avoid Crystal because she was still a little let down but she then heard foot steps racing up behind her turning around to see Crystal "Hey! No need to walk I’ll take you home, we live across from each other anyway" Crystal hoping Gigi would wanna come with her "Oh yeah.. sure I guess" Gigi tried to sound normal

They walked to the parking lot side by side approaching Crystals car "So... do you not drive?" Crystal asked trying to prompt a conversation "Well I’m only 15, so no" she replied awkwardly "Oh yeah! I forgot you look older to be honest" Crystal replied "You’re 16 right?" Gigi forcing herself to engage in the conversation so Crystal wouldn’t think she didn’t wanna be friends "Yeah!" She said opening the car door for Gigi then going over to her own side. "Hey.. I know we don’t know each other well but you seem off are you okay?" Crystal asked puzzled due to Gigi’s quietness since lunch period "Yeah.. I’m okay"

They pulled up to Crystals house "Thanks Crystal" Gigi said as she exited her car "Anytime sweetheart!" The pet new took Gigi by shock but she ignored it and went over to her house and walked through the door confused about the way Crystal acted around her despite the girl Gigi had met that addressed Crystal as baby. Her dad wasn’t there to greet her when she arrived home as usual. She missed her mom they got along much better but when she passed they moved back to her dads hometown. Gigi’s dad had the money to live in L.A still, he was very welthy but he decided against it despite Gigi’s begging to stay. Gigi made her way up the stairs to her bedroom and pulled out her phone and called her friend Caleb "Hey Geege, how Missouri?" He said after picking up the phone "I don’t know.. but I sure miss home" "Oh no what happened?" Caleb picked up right away "It’s no big deal honestly.. just this girl that lives across the street" "Wow she must be something if she can shake Gigi Goode" he joked they went on to talk about Crystal and Gigi explained to Caleb what happened "Geege it sounds like she’s interested, which is weird since you said she has a girlfriend.. are you sure they’re dating and not just being friendly?" He questioned "Well not exactly but they seem very close and touchy so it’s pretty obvious" *ding* "Oh! Gotta go Caleb someone’s at the door call you later" Gigi then hopped down the stairs to see who it was then opening the door to be greeted by Crystal.

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The Thing With Feathers

A/N: So here is the Booksmart fic I’ve been working on. It’s from Hope’s perspective and some of my head canons of why she acts the way she does and why certain things in the film happen the way they do. Let me know what you think, because it’s super unbeta’d so I apologize for any mistakes. I might make it a series with what happens with them down the line if that is something anyone would be interested in.

Rating: T

Word count: 6.3k

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Hope’s not good with feelings; she can admit that to herself. People can only think you are and call you a bitch for so long because you’re pretty before you become one. And yes—she knows she’s pretty. It’s not even a conceit thing, it’s just a known fact of her life. She’s pretty and she’s a bitch. At least those are the things her classmates have thought of her since middle school. She hasn’t cared enough in the past five years or so to correct them; too focused on just making it through to eighteen so she can leave this town and finally see the world like she’s always wanted. That’s another reason why it’s easier being a bitch—no one close enough to feel sorry about leaving behind.

Except there’s one flaw in her seamless plan to just finish out high school and leave for the summer before heading right off to school. She actually isn’t heartless and may have feelings...that she has absolutely no idea what to do with. Okay. That’s a lie. She’s had feelings for a while that she still has absolutely no idea what to do with.

Hope is fairly secure in her sexuality. Not many people know she’s a lesbian, but that’s just because not many people cared enough to ask—not because she’s ashamed at all. One of the only people that actually knows is Gigi, and that’s simply because that girl has a habit of being everywhere and knowing everything without ever being told. She is definitely weird but Hope doesn’t mind her company when she is around if not only just because of how entertaining she could be. Gigi somehow found out only a few weeks after Hope had come out to her family in Freshman year. She had just appeared at Hope’s locker side as she closed the door one day and said something along the lines of, “Y’know, I was a lesbian in a past life...so far undetermined in this one” before seemingly disappearing within the crowd before Hope could react. Not that she would.

Either way, Gigi isn’t her problem. No, her problem is Amy. Goody two-shoes, class president sidekick, meek as a meerkat Amy. Hope had been paying attention to Amy since they were kids in elementary school—always watching and never really interacting since there was no way she could penetrate the bubble that she and Molly live within, no one could. She watched as Amy followed Molly around on the playground, playing what she wanted to play, as always. She watched as Amy was roped in to being in mock trial in middle school instead of choir. She watched and watched until one day in eighth grade she realized why she was watching. She tried to stop paying attention. Tried not to care. Tried to ignore her heart rate increasing every time Amy brushed past her in the halls. Which is why, when one day Amy accidentally collided with her in the hallway she said what she said.

Even in eighth grade Hope was already above average height, towering over most of the people in the school, so she was completely fine after the collision though Amy had dropped the books she was holding. Determined not to care, Hope scoffed lightly at Amy, bent over to pick up her books with Molly helping her—the two really never separated.

“Watch where you’re going next time, idiot.”

Amy didn’t even look up when Hope walked past her, stepping on one of the strewn papers, but Molly certainly did. She jumped up immediately, calling out a retort that Hope didn’t care enough to listen to, sticking her middle finger up as she continued walking away.

Thus started her transition from just watching to passively antagonizing. Again—really not good with feelings. Hope continued watching, but whenever Amy stumbled or dropped something she had a comment ready under her breath that Amy could possibly, probably, most definitely hear.

This continued on until the 10th grade—when Amy came out. For the briefest moments when she had deciphered the news from Gigi (of course), Hope had allowed herself to, well, hope. Amy could like her back, she was a viable option now. For a few days she went back to just watching, looking for a sign of anything really when they passed each other in the hall or sat in class. During her surveying Hope only found one thing, and that was that Amy seemingly only had eyes for Ryan, that tatted skater chick. Feeling her heart drop down to her stomach at the sight of Amy sighing over Ryan at lunch with Molly, Hope pushed those feelings right back down and moved onto active antagonization.

She couldn’t just stop watching Amy, but now whenever their gazes met she had a quip or nitpick ready to shoot off at her as if it somehow explained why she stared at Amy more than she did anyone else. The comments became like vitamins to Hope; at least one a day to stamp those feelings further down—not recommended by any doctor. And it helped. Kinda. For a little bit.

Hope continued to watch Amy pine after Ryan as she pined after her and continued throwing comments whenever she could. She was handling it—really, she was—at least, until senior year. She used to be so excited, well, excited as she can get about senior year. The year where she could just coast on through until graduation and then she’d leave and finally see the world, but as the year went on she found that she wasn’t looking forward to graduation as much as she wanted to be. She knew why, but she would never admit it to herself. No, Gigi did that for her.

Hope was at her locker one day, switching out her books between classes when Gigi appeared behind her and startled as much as Hope allowed herself to startle.

“You should really tell her, y’know. Only a couple months left.”

Hope rolled her eyes, used to Gigi’s incoherence. “Tell who what, Gigi?”

Gigi slowly walked her fingers up Hope’s arm as she spoke. “You looooove her.” Hope batted Gigi’s hand away, but she just moved it to play with the tassels on Hope’s jacket.

“Yeah, now I really think you’re crazy.”

Gigi leaned in far too close for Hope’s comfort, not that she would show that, and whispered in her ear. “I’m as crazy as you are a bitch.” With that she yelled for Jared and immediately went into a trust fall that Jared could just barely catch her in before dragging her down the hallway. Hope thought that Gigi was maybe slightly more crazy than she was a bitch.

She went through the rest of her day without a hitch, not really thinking of her interaction with Gigi until she got to her English class and walked past Amy, sitting in the front row. Shit. Gigi’s words came crashing back onto her as she sat down, staring at the back of Amy’s head. She was in love with Amy. She was in love with the meek, small, adorable, funny—these adjectives were getting away from her. She shook her head. Well, that had certainly backtracked her progress of stamping down on her feelings. Sure, she could find Amy attractive but to actually like her? She couldn’t. She couldn’t be in love with Molly’s sidekick bitch...could she? Before Hope knew it, the bell was ringing and people were gathering their things as Ms. Fine was shouting out a last few key points that only Molly and Amy bothered writing down. She quickly gathered her things and left without a word; she had some things to think about.

And think about them she did. For months. Hope turned over every interaction in her head, watching Amy as she stupidly joked around with Molly and registered how cute she found it. She also registered the slight twinge in her chest whenever she saw Amy looking at or talking to Ryan. Those interactions were the ones that fueled the mean comments. She knew it wasn’t nice but hey, she was a bitch and it was self-preservation at this point.

Which brings us to today. The last day of her high school career. She really is ready to be done with school, but there’s just this niggling thought in the back of her mind that she might regret leaving without ever trying anything with Amy. She strolls into class as the bell rings and takes a seat, noting Amy and Molly standing up at Ms. Fine’s desk. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence, especially with it being the last day; they were probably just kissing ass one more time. That is, until they took their phones out. Amy and Molly never took their phones out in class and many people readily called them out on it.

Ms. Fine quickly diffuses the situation as best she can with seniors on their last day of high school, lacking any shits, and sends Molly and Amy to sit down. Hope leans forward in her desk towards as soon as Amy sits down. “Hey Amy?”

Amy turns around, seemingly surprised at someone else other than Molly addressing her. “Yeah?”

“Did you just score your teacher’s phone number?” Amy turned and nods with a cute fraction of a smile on her face.

“Yeah.”

“Nice.” Hope says it with just the right amount of sneer and disapproval that Amy’s face drops and she leans back in her chair. Figures Amy would ask for the teacher’s number before she would ever think to ask for Hope’s. She’s entirely ready to just read her book all period until Jared walks in talking about everyone wearing shirts with his face on it and she just has to shut that down immediately. Then the theatre kids go up to the front of the class to make some announcement and Hope promptly tunes out, content to sit, read her book, and stew in her thoughts.

Once class is done, Hope packs up her things and calmly walks out of the room amongst her rowdy class mates. Her next period is a free period and then it’s lunch, so she decides to find a nice spot outside to read at. She picks her usual semi-shaded spot under a tree and sits against it, bringing one knee up to hold the book against but letting her other leg stretch out. Her free period goes by pretty uneventfully in the real world, but her book kept her riveted. However, once she hears the bell she dog-ears her page and sets the book aside, knowing the rush of students outside would disrupt any reading she could want to get done. Sure enough, as soon as she puts her book aside and reached into her bag for the apple she packed today the doors of the school slam open and her peers flood the school yard.

She surveys the schoolyard as she bites into her apple, looking at the classmates that she will probably never see again after the summer until her eyes land on—of course—Amy, who is looking at—of course—Ryan. She rolls her eyes and takes another bite of her apple. Molly and Amy are talking to themselves and Molly makes, was that a scissoring gesture? With her hands. Suddenly Amy stands and starts walking over toward Ryan, Hope raises an eyebrow in surprise and a bit in anticipation.

Hope watches the interaction as she finishes off her apple and almost chokes with laughter as she watches Amy slowly and awkwardly walk away holding up a peace sign. What an adorable train wreck. Seeing Amy return to her table with Molly and looking at her phone to see the time, Hope gathers her things and heads inside while there is still some time left in lunch so she doesn’t have to deal with maneuvering through the crowded halls. She makes it to her locker, opening it and hanging her favorite jacket inside now a bit warm from being outside for so long. A couple of minutes later the halls started to fill with other students heading to their lockers, a gentle buzz in the air of anticipation for the half-day to finally come to an end and summer to start. She starts to grab her things from her locker and put them in her bag, ready to never have to come back to this place.

Hope expects some rowdiness, it is the last day of school after all, but she doesn’t expect Molly running out of the gender neutral bathroom that Amy pushed for for years, demanding to know where people are going to school. When Molly runs up to her she answers before Molly can even get all of her words out since she usually only listened to Molly when Amy was around.

“Yeah, no. I don’t care about...whatever is happening here.” She waves her hand, trying to shoo Molly away and she rolls her eyes before moving on to the next person. Hope finishes gathering her things just in time for the final bell to ring. Everyone around her bursts out into screams of celebration at having made it through the year, having made it through high school. Confetti and silly string are thrown into the air and condoms are filled and used as water balloons down the hall. Hope nearly barks out in laughter as she sees one of the condoms nail Molly right in the face soaking her.

Hiking her bag over her shoulder she strolls down the main hallway, gladly taking a condom water balloon to the face, running a hand through her newly wet hair with a smile. She passes Amy on her way out, slack-jawed and rushing to Molly’s side and throws a wave over her shoulder at Nick who tells her to come to his party tonight. It’s supposed to be pretty huge and she has nothing else to do, so she might as well make an appearance and get some free weed and alcohol. It’ll be a nice farewell before graduation to high school and the people she’s sort of tolerated her whole life.

Hope gets home and relaxes for a few hours, just reading in her room, before heading out to the party. By the time she walks into the house, the party is already in full swing; people are doing keg stands, body shots, and jumping into the pool in various stages of undress. She does a couple laps of the party, having a few drinks, and bumming a few hits and even an entire joint that she adds to her collection in her pocket. Once she’s done a few laps she settles into a corner and does what she does best: people watch. And man, are her classmates fun people to watch.

She’s actually having a pretty nice time at the party as the night continues on. She still sticks to herself, but the vibe of the party itself and the energy of the people around her is enough to enjoy the night. She’s not sure how long she’s been at the party when she sees Molly and Amy walk through the door. It’s probably the biggest shocker of the night and she saw someone nakedly backflip into the pool earlier completely unprompted. Amy is wearing a cute blue sequin dress and it’s not something she’s usually wear, but Hope thinks she looks fantastic.

Hope is once again surprised when she sees Molly and Amy separate, an almost unheard of occurrence. Hope watches as Amy wanders through the crowd and she takes a large gulp of her drink and a deep breath before walking towards Amy, determined to talk to her at least once before she would probably never see her again. However, she only gets three steps before she sees Amy walk up to Ryan and start flirting with her—well, starts Amy’s version of flirting with her. Hope comes to an immediate stop, her good mood souring.

She quickly finishes her drink and walks off to the bathroom, cutting in line despite the protests and locking the door behind her. Putting the lid down, she sits on the toilet and takes one of the joints in her pocket. She immediately lights the joint and starts smoking, ignoring the shouting and pounding on the door from outside. News must travel quickly about who exactly it is that commandeered the bathroom and soon enough the knocks and yelling stop.

Hope gets through a joint and a half before she hears a commotion outside of the room. Curious, she gets up and pops the door open, peeking her head out. She sees everyone walking towards the living room and hears a couple people yelling. Wait no, not just any two people yelling. She hears Molly and Amy yelling. At each other. That is entirely unheard of. Hope can’t really hear what they’re saying, but they sound angry.

It seems as soon as the yelling starts, it stops, and people rush back down the hall to make it look like they weren’t just watching the two best friends have a very loud scream fight in the middle of a party. Hope retreats back into the bathroom, this time foregoing the lock—just in case, her heart says—before sitting back down on the toilet and relighting her joint. She sits in silence for only a few moments before the bathroom door opens and a soaking wet and crying Amy stumbles in, standing in front of the sink for a moment, catching her breath.

“What the fuck?...I locked that.”

Amy looks at Hope over her shoulder, then back at the door before bracing herself on the sink. “Well, I guess you didn’t.” Her voice almost cracks with emotion and Hope just continues to watch her.

“What’s wrong with you? Fight with your wife?” Hope takes a drag of the joint. She slightly surprised as Amy snaps back almost immediately.

“Can you please just...leave me alone.” Amy struggles to get the words out and well, Hope has never really been good at leaving well enough alone.

“Why are you even at a party? Shouldn’t you be like marching in some meaningless protest somewhere...or, I don’t know, in your bed doing homework?”

Amy almost lets out a chuckle. “You don’t even know me.”

Hope just tilts her head, her mind filling with everything that she’s noticed about Amy over the years. “Pretty sure I do.”

“No,” Amy interrupts before Hope can continue, “you’re just one of those people who claims that they’re honest or calling people on their shit when really you’re just mean.” Amy finally turns to look at Hope over her shoulder, and Hope, never one to back down from a confrontation, stands and stalks over to Amy feeling the emotions she’s pushed down for so long bubbling to the surface.

“Wow...no, I take it back. You, are a badass, who takes no prisoners. And cries, in the bathroom at parties.” Hope leans into Amy’s personal space to finish her delivery before stepping back and leaning against the wall with her hand. Amy turns to continue facing Hope.

“Why are you so cruel?”

Hope almost laughs at that, but narrows her eyes slightly instead. “I just don’t like meek people and you,” she looks Amy up and down, “you’re like Molly’s little sidekick bitch.” That seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back as Amy fires back more aggressive than Hope has ever seen the girl.

“Well you’re just a basic hot girl, who’s going to peak in high school.” A couple of thoughts fill Hope’s mind in that moment, mainly: Amy thinks she’s hot and holy shit, Amy is hot when she stands up for herself. Her eyes widen a bit at the thoughts and she takes in Amy in that moment, raw, emotional, angry...and beautiful.

She and Amy stay in this bubble for a moment, as the air leaves the room and the tension between them grows. The moment seems to linger before it bursts entirely and Amy is surging up to forcefully meet Hope’s lips. It’s clumsy and it’s filled with force but her lips are so soft, and then Hope is pulling away so that she can reassess. Amy the overachiever, Amy in love with Ryan, Amy the long time crush just kissed her. Hope breathes out a laugh and smiles at Amy, who seems just as surprised by her own actions for a moment before she’s leaning back in and Hope is leaning down to meet her.

Holy shit. This is actually happening. Hope is kissing Amy, and God, does it feel good. Hope helps Amy shrug off her favorite jacket as her hands slide up her shoulder and down her arms, pushing the jacket with it. They both slowly lower down to the floor, not separating their lips for a single moment until Hope feels Amy’s hands slip under her shirt and slide up her stomach. They pull away from each other just to slide Hope’s shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside like her jacket.

Hope smiles as she watches Amy take her in with a half whispered, Woah. Feeling a little giddy Hope connects their lips again, but then Amy falls a bit to the side with a hum. Hope pulls back immediately, her voice soft and betraying her real feelings as she speaks. “Are you okay?”

Amy pushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, sorry. I just got a little dizzy for a second there.” Hope, seeing just how nervous Amy really is now that the heat of the arguing has worn off, looks at Amy with more care in her eyes than she’d like to admit.

“We can stop, if you want.”

“No,” Amy replies almost immediately, “no, we’re not stopping”

They both give a gentle laugh as Hope once again settles down onto the bathroom floor. It’s as Amy starts to tug off her jeans that she realizes she really is about to sleep with her unrequited crush on Nick’s Aunt’s bathroom floor. Life really does throw you some curveballs sometimes.

Amy only gets her pants off so far before she realizes Hope still has her converse on and moves to get rid of that obstacle. Hope pillows her arm behind her head to watch as Amy adorably struggled with the shoes and then tugging her tight skinny jeans from her legs. Once she finally tugs them free, it’s with enough force to send her falling backwards into the floor. Hope pops her head up as Amy falls backwards laughing as she asks if she’s okay. Amy laughs too and crawls back over before reaching up and tugging down Hope’s underwear.

Like she said—Hope knows she’s hot. It’s just a fact of her life. But watching as Amy took in her half-naked form for the first time? Anyone would be a bit nervous. She runs her hand through her hair and lets out a breathy laugh as she waits for any kind of reaction from Amy beyond staring, though staring really isn’t too bad and watching Amy obviously enjoy what she is seeing is kind of doing it for Hope.

After a moment and a shuddered breath, Amy finally breaks the silence. “I should probably take mine off too.” Hope could do nothing but enthusiastically nod and offer encouragement in the most eloquent way she could at the moment.

“Yeah.” Amy nods resolutely and starts to take her dress off. Hope gets a better view of the act by resting her hands behind her head, and it’s a view that she certainly enjoys. Her eyes roam up and down Amy’s body repeatedly and Amy brings the dress up over her head, but she feels awkward in the silence as she watches Amy strip so she blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.

“That’s a nice dress.”

“It’s all she had,” comes Amy’s muffled reply from amongst the fabric of the dress, speaking again when her head is finally free, “Ms. Fine.”

Hope immediately breaks out into laughter, thinking about her jab to Amy earlier today, “Of course.” Amy joins in on her laughter before lowering herself down on top of Hope, rejoining their lips.

Hope decides she really likes kissing Amy. And it is definitely something she wants to continue doing. So far this thing with Amy has been a bit messy and fumbling, but it’s fun and cute and Hope has loved every second, so she really can’t predict how poorly it could go wrong.

They’re kissing and Hope feels as Amy slips her hand down her stomach, the knot in her stomach tightening in anticipation as Amy’s hand goes lower and lower and lower and oh! lower. The sensation itself doesn’t feel bad per se, just very unexpectedly and Hope maybe kind of pauses a bit to get used to the feeling. Amy, noticing her hesitation pauses as well. “Um...h-how is that for you?”

Hope doesn’t want to embarrass Amy any further, especially not if that means that they stop whatever this is so she hums our a reply. “Um...it’s okay.” Amy continues on with another round of questions instead on continuing on and Hope can’t stand to answer them if hands and appendages remain where they are so she interrupts Amy as gently as she can. “Um- I don’t think that’s the hole you think it is.”

As predicted Amy immediately starts freaking out as Hope tries to mollify her. Amy then starts talking about angles and geometry and Hope can’t help but laugh at the adorable neediness of the statement. “Seriously, don’t worry about it.” Amy apologizes again so Hope is no longer worried about her running away and starts to settle back down, thinking the worst has passed and ready to give it all another go.

Which is why she’s terribly shocked in the next moments when she’s covered in vomit. She doesn’t really process everything that she says rather than a lot of expletives and a lot of ‘get out’s. Then she’s in the shower and the door is slamming shut. “Fuck!” She yells out as she quickly washes the vomit off of herself. Well now Amy will definitely never want to see her again after that disaster. After the initial shock and proceeding anger at the situation fades, which it does quite quickly, she just hangs her head, letting the water fall onto the back of her neck taking a few deep breaths. And if some tears come out with the deep breaths well then the water is just dripping down from her face at a weird angle. After a few more minutes she shuts off the shower and slips her clothes back on. She pauses at the extra pair of underwear on the floor, immediately knowing who they belong to, and picks them up, slipping them into her jean pocket. She runs a hand through her hair, shaking out some of the moisture on its way through for good measure before slipping on her jacket and leaving the bathroom, heading straight to the front door.

She quickly finds a ride home and slips into bed, really fucking ready to graduate tomorrow and leave this place behind.

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Hope wakes up to having her phone full of notifications. She wipes her eyes blearily as she flips through them. Cops came to stop the party. Yadda yadda yadda. Amy saved everyone else from getting caught. Yadda yadda—wait. Hope goes back to the last notification and watches a video that seems to have been taken from a bush of Amy getting put into the back of a police car. Hope can’t help but laugh as Amy is put in the back, nervously running her mouth as she had the tendency to do.

Hope sighs and drops her phone to her chest, deciding then and there that she’d talk to Amy today after graduation to see if anything could be salvaged from the wreck of last night. Checking the time, Hope rolls out of bed and gets ready for the ceremony.

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By the time everyone is told to sit down in their seats by the principal, neither Molly nor Amy are present. Everyone is talking about how Amy is in jail and how unusual it is for Molly to be late—especially to graduation. The principal starts the ceremony anyway and Gigi starts up the piano as Jared gets on stage and starts to read Molly’s valedictorian speech.

He only gets a few lines in before a distant revving is heard and a car—Jared’s car to be exact—smashes through the fences and swerves across the track and field before finally coming to a stop. Her peers start to cheer but all Hope can focus on is Amy getting out of the driver’s seat and running up into the stage with Molly. That—had been extremely hot and Hope has to check to make sure she isn’t slack jawed or anything. Molly grabs Amy’s hand and raises it above their heads, causing a loud cheer among the students that Hope even joins in with, clapping and laughing at the display.

Amy sits down at her chair and before Hope knows it they’ve graduated. She is no longer a high school student and is finally free. Amy is whisked away before Hope can pull her aside to talk, but Gigi pops up, hugging her around the shoulders and taking a deep breath and possibly a taste of her hair. “There’s still time. Also avoid the Rio Grande in your travels, I think you might drown there.”

Hope can’t do anything other than laugh and make a mental note about the Rio Grande; Gigi might be certifiable but she also had very good intuition and Hope isn’t sure she’s willing to take that chance just to see a river. As soon as Gigi appears she is gone, as per usual, and Hope goes over to her family ready to head home.

She sticks around home long enough for her parents to congratulate her and have a celebratory meal, but as soon as she finishes eating she excuses herself. She grabs a plastic bag from her mom’s bag of bags and goes to her room, placing in the underwear that Amy had forgotten the night before.

With a call out to her parents that she’d be back soon, Hope leaves her house and starts walking to where she knows Amy lives, swinging the bag and it’s contents at her side. She could drive but it’s only a fifteen minute walk, and Hope enjoys the fresh air and time to think. Today she has a lot to think about so it seems like she’s approaching Amy’s house in no time at all. She stands nervously on the front step for a moment, shifting from foot to foot before shaking the nervousness off and knocking on the door.

It’s opened a few seconds later by a man Hope now recognizes as Amy’s father from graduation. “Hi, can I help you?”

“Um, yeah- hi. I have something for Amy. I’m one of her classmates.” Hope shakes the bag a little as she speaks.

“Oh! Well isn’t that nice. I’ll go get her. Unless, do you want to come in? She’s just packing for her trip with Molly and her mother.” Right. Botswana. Hope rubs at her jean pocket, extremely aware of what she had put inside it right before she left home. This is definitely not a conversation she wants to have with Molly.

“No, thank you. I’ll just wait out here if that’s okay.”

“Absolutely, I’ll go get her” Amy’s dad smiles and closes the door. Hope takes a deep breath and steps away from the door, moving to lean back against the side of the house right by a window which, peeking in for a second, she can see it’s definitely Amy’s room. She looks up at the sky, both finding it calming and using it as time to collect her thoughts.

A couple of minutes later, Amy slips out from behind the door, looking entirely the part of a lesbian, and gently shuts it behind her.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Amy slowly approaches where Hope is leaning. Hope holds up the bag between them saying the line she practiced on the walk over.

“I figured I’d bring back your clothes.” Amy takes the bag and Hope holds back a smile when their fingers brush.

“Thanks so much. I don’t- I don’t usually leave my underwear in places that...aren’t my room.” Hope can’t help but smile at the awkwardness of the situation and how adorable Amy is. Hope pretends that she doesn’t notice Molly freaking out at the window behind her and instead listens as Amy keeps talking. “So how-um...ar-are you okay?”

Of course Amy is still worried about that, Hope thought as much would happen, especially given her reaction last night. She shrugs nonchalantly as if nothing happened at all. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she gives Amy a look up and down, “are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Amy looks around at just about everything except hope, “uh...Y’know. Prison kind of changes you.” It isn’t until Hope, playing along, nods seriously with a hum of affirmation that Amy finally looks at her with a smile and laugh. “But, uh, I’m fine...sorry, I just really don’t know what I’m doing with all that stuff yet.”

Hope suddenly more bashful than she’s used to being looks at the floor, not wanting to admit just how much she enjoyed last night. “Well, for someone who has no idea they’re doing, you kinda know what you’re doing.” She punctuates the statement by looking Amy in the eyes and raising her eyebrows, hoping that she’ll make the connection. She smiles as she can see what she said register on Amy’s face.

“That’s...” Amy shakes her head, “ah—um that’s cool.” Hope laughs, finding her so cute as she fumbles over her words. “So. How-how’s your summer going?”

Hope furrows her brow humorously; they literally just graduated a few hours ago. Amy, obviously realizing her mistake continues talking. “I mean, what are you doing for-for the summer time?”

Hope breaks out into a gentle smile, not able to keep up a judgmental facade for any longer than necessary around Amy anymore. Not after last night. “I think I’m gonna backpack around for a bit.”

“Really?” And Hope can’t help but think that Amy sounds a bit hopeful. She nods.

“Yeah.”

“Where?” That is certainly a question the Hope has herself. She’s more of a let the journey unfold itself kind of gal. She laughs and shrugs.

“I don’t know, honestly anywhere I can find a couch to crash on. I just—Y’know I just wanna see some stuff before college.”

“That’s really cool—that’s, me too, that’s why I’m taking a gap year”

“Yeah?” Hope questions as she slips her fingers into her pocket, grabbing the slip of paper.

“Yeah.”

“Alright. Well, uh...have fun, nerd.” She pulls out the piece of paper and extends it out towards Amy. She could have just asked Amy for her phone and typed in her number but Hope has a thing for physical things; the paper and pen. Nothing beats it. Plus, she thinks it’s kind of more romantic and a classic move.

Amy just stares at her extended hand for a moment and Hope doesn’t want to actually ask Amy to take her number since that would be kind of sad—even though she totally would and hates that she knows that. She raises her eyebrows and flicks the piece of paper out at Amy again. Amy finally takes the piece of paper with her number on it and a little message about how she better message her since they had unfinished business to attend to.

Hope longs to touch her fingers to Amy’s and maybe run them down her arm and then maybe even further—so she steps back and turns to walk away before she acts on any impulses. Especially with Molly very intendedly watching from the window. Hope accomplished what she came her for and she’s honestly pretty proud of herself; she has a strange passing thought that Gigi would be too.

“Um,” Amy calls out and Hope turns around to face her, now a safe distance away, “Well if you ever end up in Botswana...you’d have a couch to crash on.”

Hope, realizing that Amy wants to see her over the summer and genuinely wants to see her again even after the Disaster™️, smiles. “Okay.” She turns back around to continue walking, not wanting Amy to see just yet how giddy that makes her.

“Well, technically it won’t be my couch, cause I’ll be staying with a family, but I’m sure they’ll be cool with it.” Hope laughs and throws her hand over her shoulder in a wave as she walks, giving Amy one last look.

“Okay.” She brings her hand up to her face rubbing at her cheeks, still stuck in a small smile, and let’s her hand run along the flowers of the bushes at the end of Amy’s drive way as she turns the corner. If Hope was someone who squealed, she would definitely be squealing right now. She lets out a breathy laugh and runs her hand through her hair; which is as close to squealing as Hope gets.

She continues on toward home; she has a whole backpacking trip to plan around one destination: Botswana. She feels her phone vibrate in her pocket and immediately reaches into her pocket, excited at the possibility of Amy already texting her. Her excitement fades as she sees Gigi’s name on the screen.

She opens the text, curious.

Told you so. Also, remember. No Rio Grande.

Hope quickly lifts her head and looks around, seeing no one. “What the fuck, Gigi!?”

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[Whitty x Boyfriend] Chapter 9 - do you know what love is?

Thursday.

It's been over a week since Whitty started staying at Boyfriend's place. He stopped sleeping completely, and constantly had his head poked out of windows, or the peep hole in the front door. Boyfriend woke up every morning to Whitty cuddling him in bed, nervously wrapped around the smaller for reassurance.

Boyfriend wanted to do something to ease his anxiety.

Boyfriend walked with Whitty into the living room, holding his hand as a guide. He noticed the other has been a lot more touchy as well, which he didn't complain about. He encouraged it. "What do you wanna do today?" The smaller male looked up to him when they sat on the couch. Whitty shrugged. It was obvious his mind was elsewhere.

"You want me to call Gigi so we can hang out again?" Boyfriend then asked, and Whitty shook his head. Just the two of them huh.. Today should be a calm day. Boyfriend gasped quietly to himself, though he startled Whitty. "What? What happened? Did you see something??" Whitty stood up off the couch, and Boyfriend snorted a little. "No no, I had an idea!" He reassured him, somehow coaxing him to sit back down.

Whitty was obviously anxious staying in the same space, so why not have a change of scenery?

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It was so chilly outside, Boyfriend wished he had a car. He would be too scared to drive anyway.

They had been walking for what felt like an hour. Whitty knew Boyfriend wasn't a damn machine, so he let him rest on his shoulders. Boyfriend tried his best to behave on Whitty's shoulders, but being so high up felt like a little gremlin was kicking at his insides, no matter how fun it was.

They arrived to their secluded little spot just on the outskirts of Philly. It was quiet outside the city. Whitty appreciated that. "I looked up some peaceful places to go, and there's this hiking trail out here that I found. Dunno if it's safe though." He looked down at Whitty from above. Whitty didn't seem bothered. He never even thought of leaving the city to hide. He always felt trapped within the confines of the looming, steel buildings and brick walls. This, however, is a nice change of pace.

"You wanna get down?" Whitty then asked the blue haired man, and he shook his head. "No, not yet! My feet are still dying!" He whined in response, letting out a bunch of incomprehensible noise after the fact. "Okay okay! I'm not forcing you off! You big baby.." Whitty snurked a little, and Boyfriend tugged on his fuse in retaliation, making him stumble back a bit with an "Ack!"

They eventually started moving again, walking down the trail that dipped lower into a bunch of broken trees and crazy brambles. Boyfriend got smacked in the head a little too frequently with branches, so he opted to get down and walk. What they didn't expect to find, however, was a little lake. It was small enough to be more of a pond, but big enough to call a lake.

Boyfriend would totally go swim if it wasn't freezing right about now. It was around the holidays, the ones capitalism loves so much. "Wow.." Whitty breathed out at the sight. It was cloudy, but faint rays of light beamed down onto the murky water. There were a few large rocks scattered about, and Boyfriend ran to sit down. He didn't care if they were covered in moss.

"The sweet smell of amphibimous creatures." Boyfriend sighed happily as Whitty took a seat next to him, resting his elbows on his knees. He's starting to think he didn't say that right.. "Amphibi..am.. tiny pond animals." boyfriend put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest, acting like he never messed up in the first place.

"Tiny pond animals?" Whitty parroted him, and the smaller nodded. "Yep! Like frogs, and turtles, and salamanders." He stood up and walked over to the edge of the water body, crouching down. "C'mere!" He whisper shouted to the other man. Whitty mimicked his actions, crouching the same as him. "Listen.." They both looked out to the lake, when Whitty noticed something. There were many tiny sounds around them, from the occasional croaking noise, then the constant high pitched buzz. "What are the noises?"

"The tiny pond animals! And some bugs." Boyfriend smiled up at him. "Watch this." Whitty scooted himself back a bit to give Boyfriend some room. The rapper stuck his tongue out, as if he were focusing on a single spot in the water, then shot out his hands. Water splashed on them both as he tore his hands back up just as fast. "Tadaa!!" He was holding a.. "What is that??"

"It's a frog!" Whitty watched in interest as the frog's neck puffed out. It was fast, but he could still see it. It let out the croaking sound he had been hearing earlier. "It's so small.. and green.. and.. slimy?"

"You wanna hold it?" Boyfriend inched it to him invitingly, and Whitty nodded quickly, holding out his hands to take it. "You gotta hold it tight or it'll jump away. Not too tight though, they're very fragile." He set the frog on his hands, and Whitty held it to the same capacity as Boyfriend had before. It was slimy. "Why is it so slippery?" he asked the blue haired shorty, who laughed lightly. "I think they said it's cause it's mucous. It's uh.. I think it's for protection. Some frogs have poisonous mucous, but those ones are mainly in the jungle." Boyfriend patted himself on the back for knowing so much.

"Where's that?" Whitty tilted his head curiously. "The jungle? Oh, in tropical areas and such. You know."

"Tropical?"

"Y...Yeah?"

"Where's that?"

Boyfriend gawked at him. He really didn't know anything did he? "Did you have any sort of education when you were younger?" He quickly asked him. "No.." Whitty muttered honestly. Boyfriend sucked air through his teeth. Even he knew he was pretty stupid, so Whitty being stuck with him of all people might not get him far. Whitty let the frog go, and watched it launch itself back into the water.

"I'll teach you as much as I can then." The smaller nudged his side gently. "Can you tell me about love, then?" Boyfriend blinked at the question, then his face began to go red. "Uh.. What makes you wanna learn about that?"

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The day after the carnival, Whitty talked to Girlfriend about feeling weird around Boyfriend. He told her his insides felt funny, and he felt it every time Boyfriend hugged or kissed him, but he also felt the same watching him do that to someone else. He recognized it as a negative emotion, but he wasn't sure what about it was negative.

"Fluttery, huh? I see.." Girlfriend giggled to herself, gently applying the man's blush. Whitty liked the feeling of the brush. It was soft, and somewhat comforting. "Do you know what it means to like someone?" She spoke softly, lowering the brush to look at him. Whitty shrugged. "To appreciate them?" Girlfriend nodded. "There's two types likes. Platonic, and intimate. Platonic means you like them as friend, or a brother or sister. Intimate is more like.. a romantic partner."

"Romantic partner?"

"Romance is.. love. You said you were twenty percent human, right?" Whitty nodded. "Then you must have the ability to love someone, not based on numbers anyway."

"But what does it mean to love someone?" Whitty asked her softly, and she laughed a little. "It's that fluttery feeling you get when you and Boyfriend touch. When you see him smile, laugh with him, eat with him, cuddle with him. When you're around him and you "feel weird", as you put it, that means you like him, more than just a friend or a brother."

Whitty took all her words to heart. So he wanted to be more than a friend to Boyfriend. But what does that mean?

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Finding a partner is a big deal in society, so he wanted to be gentle on Boyfriend. He didn't want to scare him or make it weird. "It has to do with the affection stuff you taught me, right?" Boyfriend nodded quickly. "Yeah but uh.. That's just the tip of the iceberg. Things other than that are a lot more intimate. Are you sure you wanna.. get into that?" He tried to hide his flustered face with his coat. Whitty nodded, then went back over to sit down on the stone. He patted his lap, and Boyfriend's face got even more red.

He eventually mustered the courage to walk over to him, turning around and sitting in his lap. "No, like this." Whitty lifted Boyfriend up, who clung onto his arms in surprise, and turned him around, forcing his legs apart across his lap. Boyfriend's face flushed a deeper red as Whitty wrapped his arms around his waist, holding him close. Whitty wasn't cold.. he can produce his own heat. Boyfriend appreciated that, as he began to warm up just cuddling him.

Boyfriend would admit, he was kinda touch starved. That would probably be why he was so quick to have sex with Pico.. It's also why he was so eager to show Whitty affection. That and there was no way the guy has never had a damn hug.

"Do you like this?" Whitty asked Boyfriend softly, and the smaller swallowed, then nodded. "Yeah it.. feels nice.. Do you like it?" He threw the question back, which Whitty didn't expect. That feeling again, in his chest this time. This is probably what Girlfriend meant. What it's like to like somebody. Or even love somebody. They made eye contact, and Whitty took his time to finally slow down and look. Boyfriend had such cute little cheeks.. He knew really nothing about societal body standards, but Boyfriend was nothing short from beautiful. His smooth, milky white skin, and the red hot blush that dusted across his cheeks, and his little button nose.

Most people wanted blue eyes, or green eyes, or eyes that change color, but Boyfriend's pitch black irises held more emotion than he's seen in anyone else's. "Yeah.." Whitty smiled, hugging the male tighter. "I really like it."

Boyfriend laughed a little, his own arms wrapped tightly around Whitty's torso, honestly trying to get as much warmth as he could get.

They hung around the area for a good few hours, cuddling the entire time of course, watching the sun move around in the sky. Boyfriend took it among himself to talk to him about how big the world is, and just how many things were on this planet. He saved the 'We're on a giant rock floating in space" talk for another day. He didn't want him to have an existential crisis so soon.

It was around five in the afternoon when they decided to start making their journey back home. Whitty felt enlightened, happy, and.. safe. Boyfriend wasn't the scariest looking dude, he certainly wouldn't be able to protect them if something were to happen. Whitty didn't mind though. He.. loved him? For who he was. He's done so much for him already, now he's gonna do stuff for him in return, and show him how much he appreciates him.

"You wanna stop and eat somewhere? I'm kinda hungry." Boyfriend put a hand on his growling belly, and Whitty hummed in thought. "If you can afford it." Boyfriend playfully glared up at him. "I told you not to worry about money with me." He gently punched his hip, but winced as his hand connected with literal fucking metal. Right, mostly robot. "That's what you get for not letting me worry about your financial situation." The taller laughed lightly, beginning to walk ahead as Boyfriend stood behind to recuperate.

"You fucken-" Boyfriend began to retort, but soon couldn't really hear much. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his body hurl itself backwards. He tumbled across the pavement, seeing nothing but white for a good few seconds. Inhaling a gasp, he opened his eyes and looked up at the slightly cloudy sky. What the fuck was that?? All he could hear was a high pitch ringing, which could mean..

He quickly looked down in front of him, his eyes wide with fear. "Whitty?? No no, Whitty!" Whitty's body lay unmoving on the pavement some ways from him. His voice was muffled in his own head. What happened?? Can he just explode at random?? He scrambled over to him, examining his headless body. He's exploded before, but there was an indicator for when he would explode. His fuse wasn't lit this time. What.. What caused it??

They weren't too far into the city, just enough for the lower income houses and some empty lots to be visible. "Jesus christ.. I-It's okay Whitty, it'll be okay, fuck.." He whimpered out softly. He did all he could, lifting his body by the arms and beginning to carry him out of the open. They sat behind some random building, the ground littered with trash and dirt. It smelled pretty bad, but that didn't matter now.

What mattered was that Whitty woke up safe and sound.

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Taste of a Poison Paradise | Chapter 10

Title: Taste of a Poison Paradise Summary: Life at Jackie Cox’s strip club, Poison Paradise, isn’t just lapdances and g-strings. There’s enough drama, lust, and heartache to rival any soap opera. None of the girls know what to expect on any given shift, especially while navigating their torrid, complicated relationships. Word Count: ~2.9k (this chapter) / ~30.1k (total) Relationship(s): Lemyanka (Lemon/Priyanka), Crygi (Crystal Methyd/Gigi Goode), Sportsdoll (Jan Sport/Nicky Doll), Jaidie (Jaida Essence Hall/Jackie Cox), BVK (Brooke Lynn Hytes/Vanessa Vanjie Mateo/Kameron Michaels), Rosnali (Rosé/Denali Foxx) Rating: E

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Chapter Summary: Lemon continues and completes the rehabilitation process with the support of her family and friends. Nicky starts to reevaluate her relationship with Jan after meeting her family.

“So, how’s the new temp working out?” Rosé asked, leaning against the counter as she watched Denali make breakfast. “You know, I didn’t think they had that in this industry,” she mused offhandedly. She had gotten to the point where humor was the only way she could cope with everything that had happened.

And Denali was sympathetic towards it. Lord knows she’d relied on far worse coping mechanisms in her past. “Symone’s cool, great dancer, charming, gets along with everyone. And it’s kinda nice to not be the newbie anymore.” There was a hesitant beat before she followed up with, “everyone misses Lemon, though.”

She nodded as she poured herself a mug of coffee. “She misses you guys too, said as much when Jan and I went to visit her. It’s only been a week, but I think this program has been good for her. I'm glad we intervened when we did… I don’t even want to think about where she might’ve ended up a year from now if we just let her sort things out on her own,” she couldn’t help but wince at the thought.

There was another silent pause. Denali found herself treading lightly on the subject, unsure of how far she should pry into Rosé’s family drama (drama didn’t even feel like the right word at this point), even if she was tangentially affected. While they’d been intimately involved for months, they’d only been girlfriends for a couple of weeks – it was a fine line to tow. “Did she ask about Priyanka?” she decided to question.

Rosé cleared her throat. “Yeah… She asked how she was doing, if her family was mad at her,” she answered, taking a sip from the cup. “We told her the truth, that things are uncertain, but she’s doing better. I think she handled it well, all things considered.”

Once they were both sitting and eating at the table, Denali risked asking another question. “Do you think Priyanka’s gonna visit her? Or wait until she’s out?”

Rosé strummed her fingers against the table. “Jackie said she wants to, but I think they’d be better off waiting until she’s done, to make sure she’s really ready to face her again. Though I dunno if there’s ever gonna be a way for them to truly be ready.” She sighed, taking small bites of her food, then looking up at Denali. “I’d like you to come with me next time.”

Denali blinked in surprise, though she did her best to not appear caught off guard. “You do? I mean, of course I will, but you’re sure I wouldn’t be intruding?”

She smiled softly, reaching her hand out and waiting for her girlfriend to take it, then gave it a gentle squeeze. “You’re sweet,” she murmured warmly, “I’m sure. I could use the moral support.”

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The rehab center was about an hour outside of the city, though it took Rosé, Denali, Jan, and Nicky longer, as they went out to New Jersey first to borrow one of Jan’s parent’s cars. Like last time, they’d decided they would spend the night at her family home after the visit with Lemon. As happy as they were to see her, it didn’t lessen the emotional toll of the experience.

It was a nice facility – clean, spacious, though perhaps a bit clinical. But there was a nice yard, a tennis court, and a gym. Denali had joked that it was nicer than many of the hotels she’d stayed at. It was also a women-only facility, a request Rosé had made to Widow ahead of time, knowing that being around men who weren’t on staff would only hinder her recovery.

The four of them sat down in the cafeteria, watching as different families reunited with their recovering loved ones. It was only a few moments before Lemon joined them, looking noticeably calm and well-rested. “I’ll admit,” she said after they’d exchanged greetings, “it is nice to wake up without a hangover.”

“Your nurse says you’ve been doing really well,” Rosé recalled with a proud grin, “says you’ve been participating in group, too.”

Lemon smiled with a shyness that was often foreign to her. “It hasn’t been easy but, y’know, I had to face my demons eventually. Denial’s what landed me here in the first place.”

They all looked at each other, then back at the blonde. It was no secret, the demon in question, but none of them wanted to be the one to address it, until finally Jan cleared her throat. “So… what have you been coming to terms with?”

“Really?” Lemon asked with a humorless laugh. Then she sighed, knowing a non-answer wouldn’t be acceptable. “I know what’s been… the big trigger in all of this,” she gestured vaguely, only to cringe when it was clear that they were waiting for her to continue. “I know I’m in love with Priyanka, okay?”

It wasn’t a surprise, but to hear her admit it brought on an overwhelming sense of relief. A painful chapter in their lives could finally close. “Doesn’t it feel better now?” Denali asked.

“No,” she answered with a dry laugh, “but it will.”

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“Just make yourselves at home, ladies. You want anything to eat or drink?” Jan’s mother asked, fixing a snack tray regardless. “Oh, Jan’s father has some work friends coming around too, but don’t worry ‘bout them,” she added as she set the tray on the coffee table, continuing to go on until she went off on a tangent, no longer talking to them, but talking for the sake of it.

Nicky blinked as she took everything in. They had been there for no more than fifteen minutes, but it felt like she had gone through a family gathering speed-run. “Your mother is very nice, if not a bit…”

“Chatty?” Jan finished. “She’s American-Italian gorge, this is par for the course,” she assured, nudging her affectionately and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Nicky hadn’t gone to visit with Jan and Rosé the first time, but upon hearing that Denali was joining, Jan realized the moral support would make everything much easier to process. She hadn’t even thought about how doing so would result in Nicky meeting her family for the first time until her mother asked ‘who her friend was’. But fortunately, the introduction had gone without a hitch.

“Hey Jan,” her father entered the living room from the garage with another man – one of the work friends – in tow, “do you remember my buddy, Vinny? Musta been like eight the last time you saw him.”

Jan noticed the man leering at her, but didn’t react – it was something that had long since stopped phasing her. “I don’t, sorry. Nice to see you, though,” she replied politely, albeit a bit curt.

“Sure is,” he said as he continued looking her over. “So, does this mean I get a friends and family discount now?”

Jan’s body tensed up, barely even relaxing when Nicky’s hand protectively gripped her thigh. Her stomach twisted into a violently tight knot and she could feel her heart lodge itself in her throat. “Excuse me?”

“What? Daddy doesn’t know you’re a stripper?” he laughed.

She had only a split-second to plan the reaction that could affect her relationship with her parents for the rest of her life, and all she wanted to do in that moment was fade into oblivion. But, by nothing short of divine intervention, in that split second, she recognized him. “As much as he knows that you threatened me and threw a temper tantrum when you couldn’t pay me for sex,” she answered, managing to keep her voice from faltering.

And with that, Jan’s father couldn’t have cared less about her career. He grabbed Vinny by the throat and slammed him against the nearest wall, shouting, “you tried to pay my daughter to fuck you?!”

Jan’s mother quickly ushered the girls downstairs, insisting they distract themselves with TV or video games. “You guys don’t wanna be witnesses to this,” she added before returning upstairs, her indistinguishable screaming joining the noise.

“We should be fine as long as we don’t hear gunshots,” Jan shrugged as she flopped down onto the couch with a jarring amount of nonchalance.

The other three looked at her as if she’d sprouted a second head. “You’re incredibly calm considering you just got outed as a stripper,” Denali pointed out.

“Yeah, and we’ll worry about that later. Thank god Vinny happened to be such a creep,” she brushed it off and turned on the TV.

Rosé and Denali seemed to accept that, but Nicky wasn’t deterred and sat by her girlfriend’s side. “My love, this is a big deal. We may have gotten lucky just now, but they will want to talk to you, and you need to know what you want to say. And I’ll be there for you throughout it, okay?”

Jan sighed and slowly turned to face her. “I know you’re right,” she conceded. “And I do plan on telling them the truth – that I don’t plan on leaving, I’m there because I enjoy it, and my finances are taken care of because my wonderful, amazing girlfriend supports me no matter what,” she explained, smiling softly by the time she finished.

It was enough to quell Nicky’s anxiety, even if only temporarily. “I trust your judgement, then.”

“I just hope they do too.”

Even though the TV drowned out some of the shouting, they were able to tell when things had actually died down. There was a solid couple hours of silence from upstairs, and for a while, everything was calm.

“Jan? Can you come upstairs?”

Jan’s chest tightened at the sound of her mother’s voice. “Coming!” she called up, taking Nicky with her as she joined her parents in the kitchen.

“We meant by yourself,” her mother started, but decided to drop it and let Nicky stay without further argument. “Jan, how long have you been a stripper?”

“‘Bout… guess it’s been almost four years. Three and a half really,” she murmured, then launched right into her prepared speech. “I’m happy there. Everyone I work with is part of my family and we take care of each other. I’m not there because I have to be, Nicky’s got an eight-figure net worth. I don’t need help and I don’t need pity,” she took a deep breath and allowed herself to properly look at her parents, “but I’d like acceptance.”

Her parents looked at her, then at each other. There was silence, tension mounting, Jan’s heart racing a mile a minute while she had a crushingly strong grasp on Nicky’s hand. “Are you sure this is safe for you?” her mother asked.

“Nothing is guaranteed to be perfectly safe, but our security guard is amazing and it’s run by an owner who cares so much about us,” she answered. “I’m happy, Mom. This is the happiest I’ve ever been.”

Another beat of silence, but this time the tension eased. “I suppose as parents, that’s all we can ever really hope for our children. We’re always gonna worry about you, but you got a good head on your shoulders,” she said, then looked at Nicky, “seems like you got a good woman too.”

“Your daughter is the kindest, most loving person I have ever met,” Nicky chimed in, then smiled fondly at the shorter woman, “she is the love of my life, I would do anything for her.”

Her parents nodded, both of them getting up and the four of them hugging. “I guess that’s all we needed to hear,” her father concluded.

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“What’s up with you?” Brooke Lynn asked, looking at Nicky curiously. “Ever since you went to visit Lemon, you’ve seemed kind of… off. Did something happen?”

Nicky pursed her lips together as she tried to figure out an answer. Her nails strummed against the table and she let out a deep sigh. “No… Well, yes, I suppose. We were staying with Jan’s parents and her dad’s pervert friend outed Jan as a stripper.”

Brooke’s eyes widened in concern. “Oh my god, is she okay? Did her parents, like, disown her or something?”

She shook her head. “They handled it shockingly well. I do not think I’ve seen such a healthy relationship, it was kind of jarring, actually,” she explained. “But I digress. Being with Jan and her family, I feel like I know her deeper, and she’s already met my mother, and that’s the most important family I’ve got.”

“Where are you going with this, Nicky?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. Her suspicions were developing, but she needed her confirmation.

Nicky hemmed and hawed for a moment, considering changing the subject all together for a moment. “I want to ask Jan to marry me,” she finally confessed.

“You’re a crazy person,” she replied flatly. “How long have you two been together again?”

She winced, knowing the answer only hurt her case. “About four months… It’ll be four just before Lemon comes home.”

Brooke took a slow sip of coffee, wanting to choose her words carefully. Nicky has been her friend for years, but she still wanted to tow the line between brutal honesty and gentle guidance. “Listen, you know I only want you guys to be happy, right? That just isn’t a lot of time together to make that sort of move. It takes a while to truly learn who your partner is in their entirety.”

“Maybe,” she conceded. “But I think you can agree that she and I have been through more in these few months than the average couple in a year… or maybe I am just trying to find justification, I don’t know. What I do know is that I don’t have the capacity to ever love anyone like I love her, it just could not be.”

She nodded, smiling softly. “I know what you mean. When you fall in love, it feels like the most amazing thing in the world, like a high you never want to wear off. I never thought I’d find the one… and I guess I didn’t, since there’s two of them.”

Nicky looked down, wishing there was a way she could articulate how she felt. But she couldn’t, not in English, not in French. When she thought too much about her feelings, she would become overwhelmed, something entirely unfamiliar to her. “I know you are right, and I do worry I may still be looking through rose-colored glasses. But I just cannot imagine a future without her.”

“So what’s the rush?” Brooke asked. “If you know you want to be together forever, why do you need to sprint down the aisle?” When that didn’t seem to be a complete solution, she added, “maybe you should talk to Jan about it. You guys seem to communicate pretty well, I’m sure you guys can figure out what page you’re on.”

“Well then… what you are saying is I should stop looking at rings for now?”

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“Hi, we’re here to pick up Lena McCorkell for discharge,” Rosé said to the woman at the front desk. “Are there any forms we need to fill out?”

“No, we have all of her paperwork on file, you’re good to go,” the woman assured with a polite smile, then pressed an intercom button to relay the message. “She’ll be right out.”

Jan and Rosé watched a nurse enter the office area and pull Lemon’s files, then left just as quickly. They then looked at each other in anticipation. This was it, Lemon was getting released from rehab. As excited as they were, they were nervous about her leaving a controlled environment and jumping back into reality. They had faith in her, everyone that worked with her had glowing reviews. But they didn’t want to hope for too much and be let down, though when it came down to it, they just wanted Lemon to be happy and healthy.

“Lem!” Jan spotted the blonde first and threw her arms around her. “We’re so proud of you for getting through this. Are you ready to go home?”

Lemon nodded with a soft smile and deep breath as she threw her bag over her shoulder. “As I’ll ever be.”

The two of them let Lemon walk out first, only to stop short in confusion when she stopped in her tracks and dropped her bag on the ground, but when they looked forward, they understood and quickly made themselves scarce, mumbling about waiting in the parking lot.

Priyanka cleared her throat and shoved her hands into her pockets. “Hey.”

Lemon looked down, then tucked her hair behind her ear as she looked back up. It didn’t feel real, standing in front of her with everything calm and peaceful around them, but the way her heart raced reminded her that it wasn’t a dream. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, huh?”

“It’s been too quiet without you.”

It wasn’t the dramatic, emotional reunion one might expect for two people in their positions, but that had never been who they were. Instead, they hugged, Lemon resting her head in the crook of Priyanka’s neck. She was afraid her touch would feel unfamiliar, that going so long without each other would have erased the memory of Priyanka’s body against hers. But it felt like they had never been apart. “I missed you.”

Priyanka gently rubbed her back and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I missed you too. I’m happy you’re coming home.”

Lemon picked her head up, warmth taking over her when she looked into her eyes. “I feel like I’m home already.”

#lemyanka #sportsdoll #rpdr rpf

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered, Chapter 4 (Crygi, Jan x Nicky) - Joley

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Crystal was excited for today; it was probably the best part of pretending to be engaged, enough to make her wonder why she hadn’t thought of this sooner. Today, she and Gigi were going wedding cake testing. They had lined up three different bakeries after finding out which ones didn’t charge for the consultation, and they had just arrived at bakery number one.

“I’m not very picky about flavor or anything, I’ll try whatever you recommend,” Crystal was saying. “However, my wife-to-be here especially loves red velvet, but doesn’t really like chocolate, which is weird to me, but we’ll probably go with what she wants.”

When the baker went into the kitchen, Gigi turned to Crystal with a surprised expression. “How did you know my cake preferences?”

Crystal shrugged. “You’ve mentioned it a couple of times, and I know you always get excited when they have red velvet muffins in the dining hall.”

“Oh,” Gigi felt a fluttering in her heart that she couldn’t – or rather wouldn’t – explain. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and looked down. “Well, you’re more observant than I give you credit for, then.”

“I get that a lot,” she mused, then sat upright when the test slices were brought out. She tried to listen to the descriptions, but she was practically salivating and dug in as soon as she could. “Now the texture of this is really nice, I like how it brings out the subtle flavor notes.”

Gigi covered her mouth to hide a laugh. “You’ll have to excuse her, she binge-watched Cake Wars last night,” she explained, gently patting Crystal’s thigh. After that, they got through the rest of the tasting without incident, and they told the baker they’d be in touch and left with the leftovers (that they hid in Gigi’s oversized purse so they could go and do the same at the next two bakeries).

Crystal patted her stomach in satisfaction as they made their way back to her apartment. “I can’t believe we never thought to pull a stunt like this before. It’s like telling the waiter it’s your birthday so they give you free ice cream or something,” she mused.

“I feel kinda bad though, we should order something from those places. Just, you know, not a wedding cake,” she added.

“Oh yeah, for sure,” Crystal readily agreed. “So, did you hear back from your friend about doing a photoshoot?”

Gigi nodded, smiling brightly. “Yeah, thanks for reminding me, actually. Does Saturday afternoon work for you?”

She nodded. “Totally. How’s it gonna work? Like, are we gonna be in our dresses, or is it gonna be something different? I don’t know how this works.”

“We’ll do some in the dresses, some in different outfits. It’ll give me the motivation to finish the fucking thing so I don’t try to pull an all-nighter right before it’s due,” she decided. As they kept walking, her hand kept brushing against Crystal’s, until she just caved and held her hand. It wasn’t like she hadn’t before, but it felt different this time. Holding Crystal’s hand had never made her heart skip a beat before, and she was yet to figure out how much she liked that.

It was different for Crystal. She already knew how she felt, and maybe that made it easier for her. She could allow herself to just appreciate the small act of affection, even though she did have to look away when she started smiling too wide. She probably wouldn’t try to overanalyze it until she was alone, at least. All she could do at the moment was appreciate being close to her, as it never seemed she could get close enough.

They’d both stopped thinking about it by the time they got home, and Crystal put the cake in the fridge, shooing away the cat at her feet. “Not a chance, Tic Tac, the vet already says you’re getting too fat.”

“Don’t body-shame her,” Gigi playfully chastised.

“I’m just being a concerned mother,” Crystal insisted, then looked over towards Jan’s room. She heard her voice, but couldn’t distinguish the words. “Ah, she must be working on the French song.”

Gigi tilted her head. “I’m gonna take a shot in the dark and assume it’s for Nicky, huh?” She let out a small laugh, though not in a mean way. “She’s… really crazy about her, huh?”

Jan came out of the room before Crystal could answer. “Hey, guys. How did the cake tasting go?”

“Great, there are leftovers in the fridge if you wanna pick at them,” Crystal offered. “How’s your song coming along? What’s it called again?”

“It’s called Aimé by Loane. I haven’t looked up the English translation, I feel like that kind of ruins it, you know? But when I heard it, it just made me think of Nicky, like deep in my heart, I just know it works,” Jan explained.

Gigi chewed on her lip, fighting back her words until she couldn’t anymore. “I’m sorry, I just don’t get it. How can you be so head over heels over someone you’ve never been in the same room with?”

Jan didn’t seem terribly bothered by this question, it wasn’t a new one to her. “She’s not written in braille, Gigi. I don’t need to touch her to know her.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ve got an emotional connection,” Gigi assured. “But have you even been with anyone since you guys started talking? Or are you really saving yourself for someone across the ocean? We all crave physical intimacy, you know?”

“Are you coming onto me?” Jan asked in an attempt to deflect. She glanced over at Crystal, whose face said ‘don’t you dare.’ to which she silently conveyed ‘I would never.’

Gigi didn’t notice any of that, just laughing it off. “I’m just saying you shouldn’t deprive yourself because you’re too busy pining to get laid.”

Jan chuckled softly. “I appreciate your concern about my sexual wellbeing, Geege. But I can take care of myself, and anyone else that comes along,” she glanced back towards the fridge. “I am gonna have my way with that leftover cake, though.”

Ever since Crystal and Jan had embarked on this unusual adventure, they had gotten closer. And they needed it, considering they had both been driving themselves crazy trying to pull off this scheme while they were in the midst of taking their finals. The end was around the corner, but trying to get through the final stretch left them tense and exhausted. So when they didn’t want to bother their respective love interests, they turned to each other.

“I keep thinking about what Gigi said,” Jan admitted as she passed the joint back to Crystal. She had never considered herself any sort of smoker, but Crystal was so comfortable with weed that it didn’t seem so scary, and it had actually become something that helped her unwind as well.

Crystal furrowed her brows as she took a hit, letting the smoke billow out in an O shape. “What? About you not getting laid because you’re always in your feelings about Nicky?”

“That’s one way to put it, yeah,” Jan chuckled softly, laying her head in Crystal’s lap. “Am I limiting myself just because of my feelings? It’d be different if we were in an actual relationship but… I don’t know. Have you hooked up with anyone since you realized you have a crush on Gigi?”

Crystal had to stop and think about it. “I… guess not, actually. Maybe that’s why we’ve been so fucking weird about all of this,” she mused.

Jan propped her feet up against the wall. “You think if we found someone to have a one-night stand with, we’d be able to get through finals, graduation, and the fake wedding with our sanity intact?”

“I dunno, I’m not a doctor,” Crystal shrugged. “But I do know sex releases endorphins and shit, like, all that good energy and stuff,” she mused and passed the joint back to Jan.

“Ugh, finding a good hookup is so much work,” she whined and took a hit, then gave it back to Crystal to finish off.

Crystal rolled her eyes affectionately as she finished it off. “I mean, it can’t be that hard for you, looking like that.”

“Just being a lesbian makes it hard, Crystal. You know that.” Jan huffed dramatically, then looked up at her. “I think we should make out.” It was the perfect solution, wasn’t it? If it was her, it wouldn’t count.

“Do you?” Crystal wasn’t as surprised by the suggestion as she thought she’d be, nor was she terribly put off by it. She and Jan were close, and they were going through the same struggles. Maybe this was what they needed to let off some steam. “Yeah, okay, I’m into it.”

Jan sat up, then moved onto Crystal’s lap. She rested her hands on the back of her head, fingers tangling in the mess of curly hair as their lips collided in a languid kiss. The lingering taste of pot was in their mouths, and Jan swore kissing her made her even more high.

Crystal loved the way Jan felt on top of her. She was soft and warm and she smelled so nice. Her arms looked around Jan’s waist, holding her close as the kiss deepened, their tongues intertwining.

“You’re a good kisser,” Jan observed when she came up for air, their foreheads still resting together. She then sat back, noticing Crystal’s grin and downcast gaze. “What?”

“Hm?” Crystal looked back up, her eyes a bit bloodshot and glossed over, but still full of the lighthearted joy that’d always been distinct to her. “Oh, I was just looking at your tits. They’re really nice,” she explained.

Jan snorted with laughter, then rested her head on Crystal’s shoulder as she giggled some more. “You’re such a perv!”

“You can’t call me a perv,” she pouted as if she took sincere offense, “it was your idea to start making out, you can’t fault me for getting more into it, especially when you know I get hornier when I’m high,” she defended.

“Oh my god,” Jan sat back upright, shaking her head. “Sometimes I forget that there’s a horndog underneath that quirky art student facade,” she teased.

Crystal shrugged, placing kisses up Jan’s chest and neck, then up her jaw until she lightly nipped at her earlobe. “I’m enigmatic, Jan. Get into it,” she cooed as her hands ran up and down Jan’s sides, making her tank top rise up a couple of inches, then shifted to playfully bite Jan’s bottom lip.

“You sure are something,” Jan chuckled before connecting their lips in another kiss. “You’re lucky I’m so touch-starved,” she added as she took her top off.

Crystal’s face lit up like an excited child. “Whatever you say,” she hummed, her hands moving right to Jan’s breasts, happily groping them over the purple lace of her bra as they went right back to their deep, relaxed kissing.

Jan took Crystal’s t-shirt off next, looking down at her bare chest. “I keep forgetting that you have your nipple pierced. It’s so pretty,” she remarked, lightly pinching and teasing it, rubbing it between her fingers. She had started to zone out, and it wasn’t until Crystal started moaning that she was brought back down to earth. “Guess it makes things more intense, huh?”

“Yeah,” she exhaled, “and we’re gonna end up doing a lot more than making out if you keep that up.”

“I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but threatening to fuck me isn’t exactly… a threat,” Jan smirked as she continued toying with her nipple and the piercing.

Crystal pushed Jan onto the bed and pounced on top of her. It wasn’t in a dominant way, if anything, it bordered on playful. She kissed Jan heatedly, her hands haphazardly fumbling to get her bra off, smiling to herself when she finally tossed it onto the floor. She trailed her lips down Jan’s neck, starting to nip at the skin until Jan grabbed her shoulder.

“Nothing above the bust,” she murmured.

Crystal obliged, instead of leaving a hickey on the underside of Jan’s breast, then let her tongue flick across and swirl around her nipple. She then rolled the two of them onto their sides, making it easier for her to tug off Jan’s shorts. “You have a great ass too,” she remarked, reaching her hand around and grabbing onto it.

“You think so? I’ve actually always been jealous of yours,” Jan told Crystal as she tugged her shorts off too. “It’s so cute and perky,” she hummed, squeezing it with both hands.

“We’re clearly both super hot,” Crystal observed. “Like, I bet people would pay to watch us fuck,” she mused as she slid her hand into Jan’s panties and began circling her clit with two fingers.

“Mhm,” Jan moaned instead of properly replying, tugging Crystal’s boyshorts down and moving her hand between her thighs to do the same. “Fuck, you’re so wet. That piercing really does make your nipple sensitive, huh?”

Crystal grunted softly and rutted against Jan’s fingers. “You’re just jealous you have to work harder to get turned on,” she retorted as she eased a finger into her.

“Seem to be doing just fine right now aren’t I?” Jan hummed between moans. The two of them mirrored each other’s movements, whimpering and moaning as their fingers steadily thrust into each other, thumbs rubbing uneven circles against each other’s clits.

And then it started to turn into a competition, the two of them trying to get the other to come first. Eventually, Jan won, smirking in satisfaction as she felt her friend clench around her fingers. But she didn’t last much longer, gasping out sharply as she came.

Once they were both spent, they lay calmly in bed, cuddled up to each other. “Do you feel any better?” Jan asked.

“I think so, actually,” Crystal mused. “The feelings are still there, but they don’t seem so scary, you know?”

Jan nodded. “I don’t feel so overwhelmed,” she agreed, then leaned up and kissed her cheek. “Thanks, you’re such a good friend.”

Crystal beamed and held her close. “And don’t you forget it.”

Heidi stared blankly at Jan after hearing the rundown of her situation. “So… You lied to your French not-girlfriend by inviting her to Crystal and Gigi’s wedding that isn’t real, but Crystal has a big ol’ crush on Gigi, and now the three of y’all are staging a whole ass fake wedding while you’re still taking finals?”

“I only have one final left,” Jan defended, rubbing the back of her neck. “Also, last night Crystal and I got high and had sex.”

She blinked slowly. “First of all, why the fuck are you telling me this?”

“Because if I told Jackie, she would keep trying to solve the problem and be all lecture-y about it. And like, I know you’re gonna judge me too, but at least I don’t feel as stupid when you do it.”

“I feel like I should be offended by that,” Heidi murmured. “Second of all, what the fuck are you gonna do when Nicky comes out here. You just gonna be like ‘sike, gotcha!’ or something?”

Jan sighed and looked down at her cup, sipping from it for a couple of moments. “I don’t know, honestly. I was thinking of telling her that Gigi and Crystal decided to postpone it because they’re too young. That makes sense, right?”

Heidi shrugged. “Well, I don’t have any better ideas,” she admitted, then furrowed her brows. “Wait, why did you have sex with Crystal? Am I missing something here?”

“Because we’ve both been losing sleep and getting super stressed over everything piling up, and neither of us wanted to go through the process of finding another girl to hook up with. So, we just… had each other. It’s not gonna make things weird, our friendship isn’t like that,” Jan explained as she finished her drink.

“Damn, I need to find me a friend like that,” she chuckled, finishing her drink as well. “Do I at least get an invite to the fake wedding?”

Jan laughed softly. “Yeah, you’re totally fake invited to the fake wedding.”

Heidi beamed brightly. “Thank you. Hey, can I see a picture of your little croissant boo? I wanna see what the hell’s causing all of this fuss.”

“Oh, yeah, here, she just sent me her new headshots,” Jan hummed, getting her phone out and pulling the pictures up before handing her phone over.

She studied the pictures thoughtfully, nodding slowly. “Okay, yeah, I get it. I’d throw my closest friends into a whirlwind of chaos over that too,” she decided, handing the phone back to Jan. “I think you should tell her how you feel before she gets here, though.”

Jan tilted her head as she put her phone away. “You do? Why?”

“Think about it, if she feels the same, you guys will be distracted and shacked up in your room, and maybe she’ll forget about the whole thing. And if she doesn’t, you can throw out the whole plan ‘cause it won’t matter. It’s a win-win, how has this not occurred to you?”

There was silence as Jan chewed her lip, mulling it over. “I… Yeah, I guess you have a point. I don’t know.” She exhaled deeply and looked up to the sky. “I’ll think about it.”

#rpdr fanfiction #jan sport #nicky doll #gigi goode #crystal methyd #crygi #jan x nicky #lesbian au #university au #college au #smut #signed sealed delivered #joley #s12

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legendofgrump · 7 years

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OC Breakdown: Your Guide to Which Fucked Up Dorks to Love and Which Ones to Hate

This is gonna be a looooong post but if you’re interested in my OCs then buckle up because I think you might like it! I’m just gonna give you guys some little blurbs about who’s who, since I’ve gotten a ton of new people that seem to be interested since the last time I explained it. Under a cut because sheer length~

Firefly: Origin from an old Grump AU that turned into an OC, hence why he looks so much like Dan. He’s a harbinger of death who hosts lost souls in the form of fireflies and tries to help them move on to the afterlife by helping them accomplish whatever unfinished business they have. He’s very helpful and unselfish, but doesn’t take great care of himself. Luckily, he’s immortal so he can get away with it more than others can. But that doesn’t excuse the fact that he! needs! sleep!

Marianne: A big, 6′4″ spider-creature with one eye and four arms. She’s very animal-like, like a big doggo that loves to be petted. She kiiiind of feeds off of humans usually, but she’s curbed that for other meats since she became a part of normal human society. Now the biggest danger to you is the possibility that she might eat your entire garden. She’s very strong and fast, but also was kicked out of her homeland because of some heavy manipulation by someone she considered a friend. Now she kind of has trust issues with both others and herself.

Melanie “Snail” Rose: Literally never call them Melanie. It’s their birthname but they would immediately tense up if you called them that. Mostly because they left the name behind because 1) Too Girly and 2) it’s the name they went by when they were in a shitty abusive relationship with their last boyfriend. But then they chopped all their hair off, changed their name, and moved far away so that they could get away from that guy, so they’re much happier now. Plus, I mean, they’re a Sick freelance artist now which is their dream. Also a memelord with a massive sex drive.

Andy the Android: Originally named “Flirtbot3000″ and created by some shut-in nerds that think of women as objects, they were designed to literally be like a human sex doll. But I mean, they’re a robot, so they’re not actually human. You get the idea. But somewhere along the line, that went haywire, Andy had a massive glitch and lapse of memory, fell in love with a backwater bumfuck farmboy named Daniyal and essentially turned into a happy housewife. They love cooking and clothes and just making things Pretty, but are also lowkey the Mom Friend. Like they get Baby Fever really easily and love love love children.

Beauregard “Bo” Gray: One half of the Partners In Crime, Bo came from an affluent household and became a rebellious college kid just looking for a thrill. He got super into alcohol and partying way before he really should have and got tied up with this small chick named Esky. He gets into robbery and gunmanship just for the thrill of it and also because he totally falls in love way too easily. A dumb alcoholic that just loves love, basically. He tries his best, but sometimes he’s too posh for his own good.

Esky Clarke: The other half of the Partners In Crime. She lived a rough life until she decided to take matters into her own hands. She lives off of whatever she steals and travels the world trying not to get caught by police. She’s a self-taught gunner and pretty ruthless because she believes it’s either fight for what you need, or get nothing. But she still knows how to have a good time and loves to fuck around with people by hustling them in gambling or something.

Venus Milo Cordette: Venus is an alien from outerspace that came to Earth for an adventure and ended up becoming an international pop star. She tries her best to keep the fact that she’s an alien under wraps by hiding her third eye under her bangs and pretending that her unnatural skin tone is extreme dedication and body paint. But she’s also very unknowledgeable about the world around her, so she often fucks up things that any human would know (i.e. where she’s from). She’s kinda goofy, but super sweet and lovable, and very much cares about the people that are nice to her. She’s super curious and loves to learn new things about the Earth, but sometimes she has trouble retaining it.

Bailey Ames: A nonbinary buttkicker. Bailey is here to kick ass if you fuck with anyone they care about. Or if you’re just a general dick. Not afraid to punch an asshole for catcalling them. Loves their two girlfriends to death and has been with them both since high school. They’re a hair stylist at the local salon, but they also absolutely adore painting, especially landscapes and abstract pieces. They’re the type of person that will say hi to you if you look lonely at the bus stop and to start conversations by asking for your pronouns.

Megan Blackwell: She looks like your typical valley girl, and sounds like one, too, but she’s too busy getting her PhD in Quantum Physics to give a shit what you think about it. She’s overworked and can only afford college because of the tons of scholarships and the work study she takes on, but she’s not the type to give up even if it seems impossible. She’d much sooner chug 8 energy drinks and stay up until 6am finishing that paper than admit defeat. She’s typically very cold to warm up to people, but she’s very loving once she does and a very affectionate person who likes to be touchy. Also one of Bailey’s girlfriends.

Nikki Osborne: Bailey and Megan’s girlfriend that completes the trifecta of Polybabes. She dropped out of high school to become a rockstar because she believed in her little garage band of her friends. (The band is called Death Kittens, by the way.) The fact that she feels like she’s let a lot of people down by dropping out only pushes her forward in trying even harder and making things succeed. She’s the bassist, and by day she works a shitty minimum wage job to make sure she’s not mooching off her girlfriends. She’s a generally chill and relaxed person unless she’s majorly stressed out, but she’ll usually lock herself away if that happens.

Leanna “Cookie” Lewis: A cute, sheepy, trans boy that lived with just his mom growing up. He learned everything he knows from her, which is great, because he loves his mom more than anything. His favorite pass time is baking, especially pastries, and he’s a real whiz in the kitchen, but he’s also pretty talented at playing the ukulele. He’s very shy and anxious and prefers to stay out of confrontation, which is why he usually flocks toward more confrontational extroverts to keep him safe (though he doesn’t do it on purpose). He works as a little barista at a coffee shop, which wouldn’t be so bad if his coworkers weren’t actual assholes.

Blythe Abilene: Blythe is the Goddess of Illusions and lovingly refers to herself as “Aphrodite, but with the body of Adonis” since she’s trans. She’s pretty confident in herself, mostly because she’s literally a God among mortals, and sometimes it gets a little out of hand. For the most part though, she’s just a professional prankster, who loves to torture mortals with what she calls “Fun Houses,” where she essentially turns their home into a cacophony of small inconveniences. Anything from “can’t open your underwear drawer” to “coffee pot full of butterflies” to “all furniture moved one inch to the left” is fair game, but nothing too threatening.

Cleona Arkan: She’s an avid inventor, aiming to invent AI technology that’s better than ever. But she doesn’t always go through....legal means. Which just makes her a little bit paranoid about getting caught because she knows she’ll be detained and, more important, her inventions taken from her and used for who-knows-what. She’s very talented with computers and robotics alike, even going so far as to invent Glitch who, though not a success, is still pretty successful at other things. She’ll also help patch up Andy from time to time, if they need a little tune-up.

Maxim: A demon meant to take advantage and feed off of mortal anxieties. He lives on the other side of your mirror and takes advantage of that. He’s the most irredeemable asshole to ever exist and he takes pride in that. He’s so narcissistic that you couldn’t possibly hurt his feelings with words or remarks about his personality because he thinks he’s amazing. Though he is susceptible to well placed punches. He’s not above using anything against you, whether it be slurs or just subtle jabs at whatever you’re most sensitive about. Just the worst.

Gigi Moore: Based on old 50′s Disney cartoon style. She’s meant to be from the past, where things were much Different than they are now. She’s a bit of an antithesis to Maxim, as she’s also susceptible to saying things that aren’t Acceptable, but she tries to learn from them when she’s corrected. She used to be a 50s housewife to her husband before she ended up where she is now, but comes to find out she’s actually a very repressed lesbian. At first she has a hard time coming to terms with it, but being around positive influences helps her to learn and better herself and actually accept herself for who she is.

The Glitch: Cleona’s invention. She’s got an old CRT monitor for a head and four arms, but, as exemplified by her name, she doesn’t exactly do what she’s supposed to. She was designed to be a cleaning robot, made perfectly for cleaning up anything and everything. Except....she’s not waterproof and, the first time Cleona tried to get her to do some dishes, she got water in her circuits and it made her flip out. She’s constantly having an identity crisis and just wants to be useful, but honestly she’s not sure how to do it since she can’t do what she was made for.

Rory of Rine: Rory was born in some kind of Legend of Zelda, High Fantasy bullshit land in a village full of normal people. Except that he’s a special person who was born with the unfortunate ability to see how someone will die the first time they touch him. For the longest time it plagued him, but eventually he fessed up and told his grandmother about it. The two of them tried to get him help, but it only served to make his village angry and fearful, gouging out his eyes and then chasing him out of the village. So for many years he lived on his own, raising cows peacefully and coming to terms with himself. And now he’s slowly learning to not repress things as he dates Daniyal (along with Andy, it’s a poly thing).

Ellie Ross: She’s an empath with a strong need for attention and affection. She only feels worth for herself if someone else is validating her, so she constantly craves other people’s love, which is how she falls into Maxim’s hold for the longest time. She does a lot of questionable things that aren’t necessarily good, but all she’s looking for is to feel good about herself. She’s also got the ability to briefly manipulate people’s emotions, which helps in making people like her, but it only holds for so long unless she actively holds them herself.

Diana “Wolf” Lowell: A trans boy werewolf with a tragic past. He’s on a path of vengeance to find the person who killed his beloved Fang. Maxim promises him the chance to get that person if Wolf helps him out some, so of course he agrees. He’s driven by anger and angst, but ultimately just wants closure and to feel Okay again. He’s overly aggressive and, well honestly, more of a lycan than a werewolf, since he can transform at will. But I call him a werewolf so.

Ant: Ant is but ten years old and fell into Maxim’s grasp because they didn’t have anything else and he was all they really knew. They weren’t raised in the best of conditions (and honestly they weren’t “raised” at all), so they’re constantly caked in dirt and grime and blood. Which, honestly, they’ve grown used to and now it’s just familiar to them. Their use for Maxim comes from their ability to communicate and summon ants--hence the name--the best part being that those ants can then form a larger, rideable ant, which Ant has named Leafcutter, very creatively. They’re a bit wild, but just generally an actual Child, where they like to have fun and feel loved and useful.

Lyar (of Quadrant 85439): The son of a diplomat that absolutely hates politics. More specifically, an alien boy that is meant to take over the job after his father passes it down to him. He’s been groomed all his life to take over the position and become the next voice for his people, but he absolutely hates it. Not to mention, he’d be horrible for the job considering he’s a compulsive liar with no desire to be kind to anyone who has nothing to offer him. He’s more interested in fashion and, essentially comes to Earth to get away from his family. He doesn’t have a mouth, so his main mode of communication is ASL, which he learned as part of his training to communicate with other planets. (He knows roughly 8,000 different languages, though not all of them Well.)

Arthur “Artie” Jackson: A simple boy with a simple dream to become a world famous hockey player. Except it took him the longest time to realize he was gay and now he’s Really Nervous About It. His best friend Jade, who used to be his girlfriend, is the only other person who really knows about it and he’d never dare to tell his team for fear of the repercussions. But he’s very dedicated to his sport and keeps dragging out his college years because he keeps getting offered scholarships if he stays “just one more year.” Also he drives a motorcycle which is super cool.

Adara of Derva: Adara is a faun who was raised in a simple village to a simple family. Except that a great evil was foretold for their village and their older sister, Jaya, would be the one to save it. Except Jaya was selfish and went off on an adventure before she could get the power necessary to do the saving, so Adara was saddled with her destiny instead. They were gifted magical fire powers from a local witch and trained to use them, but when the time came to defeat the beast, they couldn’t bring themselves to do it in time and their whole village was destroyed. They spent the rest of their life looking for a new place to settle down and trying to move past their own mistakes.

King Balthazar Leviarn III: He’s a young king, but a king nonetheless. His father died far too soon in a war for the kingdom and Balthazar took the throne, though his mother still assists him in governing. His mother is much more cold and dedicated to keeping things running smoothly and effectively, rather than doing what’s morally right, whereas Balthazar is a more caring and nurturing kind of guy. He likes to protect his people and wouldn’t hesitate to take the front lines in a war he believed in, just like his father had before him.

Dahlia Harrison: Dahlia is the lead guitarist in Nikki’s band Death Kittens. She’s the oldest of the four members, though only by a year and a half. While the other three are much more outward with their emotions, Dahlia is a more quiet and thoughtful type. That being said, if you make her mad, she has a cold fury that will literally ruin you from the inside out. The only person she’s overtly open and emotional with is her girlfriend Toshiko.

Toshiko Koizumi: Lead singer of Death Kittens and probably the least assuming one of the group. She’s very much into cutesy and sweet things more than typically punk things. And she definitely dresses as such, too. But the band happily accepts her and knows that she can lay down some sick bars about angsty emotions. She was born in Japan, but moved to America with her dad after her parents got divorced. She still has a great relationship with her mom, but they don’t get to see each other as often since she’s still in Japan. But she’s also a very extroverted and friendly girl that loves to chat to people about whatever they’re interested in, and she loves her girlfriend Dahlia to death.

Cynthia “Cynth” Woods: The very small, but very high energy drummer of Death Kittens. She’s the one that came up with the name and is constantly coming up with new ideas about the band in general. She’s probably the most actively dedicated (though none of the others are apathetic toward the band at all). She’s fiery and a bit prideful, but definitely deserves to be with how talented she is at her craft. She’s even perfected drumming with four drumsticks at once, as ridiculous as it sounds. Still, Cynth is a good and loyal friend that will stomp your organs in if you fuck with her or someone she cares about.

Lorna: Lorna is similar to Maxim in terms of origin. She also comes from the land behind your mirror, but she’s a personification of depression instead of anxiety. She’s much less aggressive, but also very compelling when it comes to convincing you that everything would be better if you just slept it all away (or worse). She’s extremely unmotivated to do things unless they adhere to some stupid impulse that may or may not be harmful to herself. But she’s a generally kind person who really just needs some love in her life. Unfortunately, the kind of love she doesn’t need is the massive crush Maxim has on her.

Ethan Parks: Ethan is one of Snail’s friends from art school. He was a graphic design major that lived for making things look clean and Super Cool. He was a little bit of a lazy ass when it came to college, waiting until the last minute on every project, but had that magical talent of making something amazing the night before every time. He’s a little bit goofy, but a good-hearted boy nonetheless, and loves to party and hang out with friends until late into the night.

Jack Hughes: Another one of Snail’s art friends. Jack was more interested in videography, cinematography, and performance art. He’s pretty shy and quiet off-camera, but once he’s got something to perform, he seems like a total extrovert. He’s not afraid to get the public involved in his pieces as well, even if it’s something really weird, but when he shows it off for critique or just because someone asked to see his work, he gets extremely shy and stutters a lot trying to explain it. He’ll definitely geek out about anything film related, especially when it comes to improv and camera work.

Kitty Dupree: Kitty is the resident studio major of the friend group. She loves painting and has always wanted to have her work in a gallery. She usually works with canvas and paint, but she’s definitely not shy about experimenting with different mediums. Her canvases tend to be HUGE and her materials can range from normal paint to literal blood, so all of her paintings are generally exciting to look at. Though she’s a big fan of abstract pieces, so don’t expect to find immediate meaning in them. She’s generally bubbly and affectionate, and lives life with the mindset of “friends until you’re a dick” right from the moment she meets you.

Jonah King: They were Snail’s roommate in college, and a totally great friend for them when they were going through a rough time. Jonah is a little softspoken, but otherwise outgoing and friendly! They’re an extremely talented sketch artist that fills sketchbook after sketchbook with gestures and people-watching studies. They’re almost always doodling, but also very attentive and good at listening. Jonah is just an all around great friend to have, honestly.

#my ocs #god this is so long #hopefully people like this #ive been working on it for like hours #god

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First Date pt. 3

Part 3 of @underopenskies and my rp

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He reached up with his thumb to gently trace the line of saliva away from her chin, and rumbled a soft sound to her.

“Ha, y-yeah.” He wasn’t as breathless- but that also wasn’t his first make-out session. The cowboy cradled her gently as she recovered, and stroked her cheekbones gently. “M’ sorry i didn’t ask y’ permission first, sweetheart. Did… y’ like it?”

“Th-that’s okay. I was actually thinking about k-kissing you, but I was too nervous.” Lily glanced away bashfully. “I really liked it. That was my first kiss.” She placed her hand on the back of Adam’s as she hid her face against it. “I didn’t know kissing could be so intense.” “

Ha- Th’ intensity was partly my fault. I kinda got carried away.” He stroked her cheeks all the same, even as her little hand settled on the back of his. She was so small, so fragile… “Haa… Well, ya first kiss? Goodness- I didn’t know tha’ or I’d ‘ve tried t’ make it a lil’ more romantic than out here on th’ way t’ the horse barn.” He gave her a sheepish grin.

Lily quickly shook her head. “N-no it was better than I ever dreamed of!” She exclaimed, eye lights sparkling. “And I–uh… wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime…” She gave him a bashful smile. “S-so does this mean we’re b-boyfriend and girlfriend now?” She gave him a hopeful expression.

“If you’d like t’ be, sweetheart.” He grinned at her warmly, eyes half-lidded with a warm tinge to his cheeks. “I certainly wouldn’t mind bein’ y’ boyfriend, if you’d like me t’ be. Would mean we’d get t’ kiss as much as we’d like.”

Lily’s blush deepened and she tugged at her borrowed shirt. “I-I’d really like that. Kissing you is a-a lot of fun.” She leaned up and gave Adam a small kiss. She giggled softly. “Oh boy, Gigi is gonna be ecstatic when I tell her the news.”

He leaned into her small kiss with a gentle rumble, and nuzzled her with a soft affectionate sound. “I really enjoy kissin’ you, sweetheart.” And lots of fun- he’d need to be careful though- too much kissin, and her little noises and touches would rouse something else. “Ha- I bet she’s gonna be real excited. Ma’s gonna be excited too.”

He hadn’t had a girlfriend since he’d been in high school- and he’d been out of school for a couple years now.

Lily giggled nervously. “Let’s just hope Gigi doesn’t start going on and on about marriage. She always gets overzealous about that kinda stuff.” She rubbed the back of her skull. “S-so how about we go see those horses now?”

“Ha- yeah. Jus’ be sure t’ tell her tha’ ‘s too soon t’ be thinkin’ o that jus’ yet, sweetheart.” He pressed one more kiss to her forehead- just because he could- and then straightened, gingerly making sure she was balanced on her own two feet before letting her go. “Yeah! Let’s go see m’. We were gon’ go see ‘f we could find a mare t’ fit well with ya n’ see about teachin’ ya t’ ride.”

Lily nodded and giggled at the kiss to her forehead. She could indeed stand on her own two feet but she still took a hold of Adam’s hand. That had been a nice distraction but she was looking forward to learning how to ride. “How many horses do you own?” She looked up at Adam curiously.

He looped his fingers easily with hers, and resumed guiding her towards the barn.

Bo tossed her head at them from the doorway, and seemed to snort slightly.

“Well, we’ve got a lot of horses. All o’ us have several- I’ve got… four counting Bo. We don’t keep stallions though. For uh, personal reasons. Anyways, we also breed n’ sell horses n’ stuff.”

Lily listened intently to Adam as he led her to the barn. “Do you think you’ll have a horse small enough for me?” She asked hopefully. The last thing she wanted was to fall and hurt herself.

“I do, yeah.” He nods. The barn itself was tall, and the musky smell of horses was strong. “Mm… Thoroughbred might be a lil’ big for you… Got a lil’ Paint. mare. She’s about fifteen hands, which is about average sized. Ya should be alright t’ ride her, miss Lily.”

The stalls were tall and long, and there were many of them. Bo seemed to have padded into one of the open ones, and was drinking from a watering trough inside. Adam guided her down to another stall, where a brown and white mare poked her head out of. A soft white nose was leaned up towards Adam’s hat, and she lipped at his hat affectionately.

He laughed, and lightly nudged her away before she could steal his hat. “Nana, stop that. Lily, this ‘s Nana. She’s about seven. She’s pretty young- a lil’ wily. But she’s really gentle- she might steal ya’ bow though, if ya ain’t careful.”

Lily blinked at Adam, tilting her head to the side with a puzzled expression. “Fifteen hands? That’s a strange way to measure things,” she commented.

She looked around in amazement at all the different horses. “Wowie look at them all!” She had never seen so many horses in one place. Lily giggled when one of them tried to take Adam’s hat. “Well, hello there Nana, it’s nice to meet you! You’re a silly one aren’t you? I can tell we’re going to get along just perfectly!”

“It is- it’s not actual hands though. I think th’ measurement is like… Every hand is four inches? N’ ‘s only up t’ the withers- which is th’ shoulders. Fifteen hands ‘s average size. It’s considered a pony if it’s under twelve hands. Bo’s about seventeen hands, i think- she’s a big girl, but Shire’s n’ mixed breeds often are.”

Nana leaned down to sniff at Lily when she failed to get Adam’s hat, and her soft little lips reached out to try and steal the purple bow on top of the little skeleton’s head.

Lily blinked at Adam, only murmuring a small “oh” when he was done explaining. She returned her attention back to Nana who was busy trying to steal her bow. She let out a surprised squeak before grabbing onto her bow and taking a step back. She laughed and jokingly chided the mare, “Nana, you silly thing! Don’t steal my bow! Maybe you’re just jealous you don’t have your own.”

The mare wiggled her lip at her, before sticking her tongue out, and sliding it between her lips, making a moderately rude “plllbbbbbtttt” noise at Lily for taking away her fun.

Adam snorted on a laugh, and leaned down to kiss the top of Lily’s head. “She might jus’ be. I could see y’ braidin’ ribbons int’ her mane n’ her tail. She’s young, n’ she’s wily, but she’s a good girl. Y’ wanna try ridin’ her? She behaves better with a saddle n’ bridle on, I promise.”

Lily let out a small gasp before giving a raspberry back. “Two can play at that game!” Lily giggled, already in love with Nana by this point. “Heehee, Nana would you like that? I’ll make you look so pretty!” She beamed up at Adam and nodded excitedly. “I’m ready to ride!”

Nana snorted in and tossed her head, giving a bemused sound before stepping back as Adam tapped the gate. “Alright, Lily.” Adam chuckled. “I’m gonna bring her out then. If you’re gonna ride her, you’re gonna help t’ saddle her up.”

He opened the gates, and guided the paint mare out by putting a hand on her halter. She behaved as he took a hold on of it, and fetched her lead rope off the stall, before hooking her up to it, and then carefully tying her up outside the stall.

He motioned for Lily to follow, before striding for the tack room. “This way, sweetheart! Gotta see which saddle best fits your backside! We’ve got lots o’ different sized ones.”

Lily nodded. “Okay.” When Adam was done tying Nana up, she followed him towards the tack room. She listened quietly as they walked and she gave a small giggle at the mention of backside. Real mature, Lily.

He laughed as he heard her giggle. How adorable.

Inside the tack room was a variety of saddles- all of them were in good shape, if a little dusty from lack of use. He ran his hands over one of them, humming gently in consideration. “Hm… Well, based on y’ size… Probably need one o’ th’ ones we used when we were younger…”

He padded down the row of gear, and ran his fingers thoughtfully over the saddles. As he went, the seats got smaller and smaller and smaller. He pulled one of the smaller ones off, and brought it over to a low resting hay bale, and set it down carefully, before swiftly removing the dust. The seat was a couple of his hand widths wide. “Here, Lily- try this one.”

Lily watched as Adam searched through the different saddles. She noticed how the sizes kept getting smaller the further he went. Her skull turned a light shade of pink when she realized she’d be using a kiddie saddle. She watched as he set down a saddle for her to try out. “Okay.” She straddled it and sat down and wiggled her backside as she got comfy. “It feels good.”

As she got seated, he stepped closer, and reached behind her. Given the size differences, he simply slid her flush to the saddle horn, and then checked the distance between the back of her tailbone and the back of the seat.

“Hm… Three fingers space,” he mused, “Should be about a fist for th’ rider, but should be decent size space for you.” He hummed. “I think this’ll do… You sure ‘t feels good, sweetheart?”

Lily blinked up at Adam as he adjusted her. She was beginning to second guess herself. She didn’t know anything about saddle sizes. She began to fidget slightly under his gaze. “It feels good to me?” She gave him a small shrug, feeling a little self conscious.

“Then tha’s what matters.” he nods. He adjusts the stirrups while she’s sitting in it, and manages to get them up high enough for her feet to settle in. He settles her feet in, adjusts a few more things, and then grins. “Ya look adorable.” He compliments. “N’ th’ saddle looks like it fits. ‘S just been a while since I’ve fitted someone for a saddle, n’ i wanted t’ be sure i got it right.” “Y’ can go ahead n’ hop off- we’ll go grab a bridle, n’ then go saddle up Nana.”

Lily blushed at the compliment. Despite just having become boyfriend and girlfriend and making out, she still felt shy around the large skeleton. “Th-thanks.” She clumsily got off the saddle, her foot almost getting caught in the stirrup. She smiled up at Adam, hoping he hadn’t noticed, and waited for him to lead the way.

“Ya blush ‘s cute too.” All of her was. He noticed her nearly tripping, but didn’t comment. Instead, he hefted the saddle up, and went to collect the girdle, snagging Nana’s bridle as he went.

The mare was still standing where they had left her, and she perked when they came back out, nickering eagerly to them.

Lily’s blush grew even brighter and she hid her face. She reached up to cling to the hem of Adam’s shirt as they went back to where they had left Nana.

“Hey, Nana, we’re back!” She announced, walking up to the mare and petting her. “You happy to see us?”

Adam didn’t mind her holding onto the back of his shirt. He simply smiled wider, and guided her along.

The mare put her head down as Lily came over to her, black and white fur rippling as she leaned out to lick Lily’s hand.

Adam chuckled, and slid the saddle,and blanket, up onto the mare’s back “I think she’s very happy t’ see ya. Just make sure she’s not cosyin’ up t’ steal ya bow.” He chuckles.

Lily giggled, Nana’s tongue tickling her hand. She felt like she was really making a connection with the mare. She smiled wide at Adam. “Don’t worry, I’m keeping a watchful eye on her. She won’t be able to pull a fast one on me! And once I make her mane all pretty, she won’t want to steal anymore hats or bows.”

The mare nuzzled into Lily’s hand, and gave her a pleased nicker for the attention she was being given.

“Tha’s very true. Once she’s all prettied up, she should be all good n’ content t’ stop stealin’ stuff from others.” He chuckled. He began to work on getting the saddle set up, and got it cinched so it wouldn’t slide and dump Lily off. He’d show Lily how to put one on and take one off later- she was getting a lot of information today, and too much information probably wouldn’t stick.

Then, he stepped around to carefully ease the bit into Nana’s mouth. The horse, as per the norm, wasn’t particularly thrilled with her attention being taken from Lily, and with having the metal bar being out into her mouth, so her teeth nipped Adam’s fingers as he slid the bar home, and got the straps done up behind her ears. “You little turd,” He hums fondly to her, “Ya nipped me. Heh. She doesn’t like when th’ bit is put in initially- No horse is. Tha’s about th’ only time she might ever nip ya.” He rubbed his bitten fingers lightly on his jeans, and petted her nose.

Lily giggled as she continued to pet Nana, while also watching Adam as he set up the saddle. “Hmm, I wonder what Nana would like best,” she pondered outloud to herself. Lily took a step back when Adam placed the bit into Nana’s mouth, the mare looking none too pleased. “It doesn’t hurt, does it?” She asked, a look of concern on her face when Adam was nipped.

“Ah- a little bit, but it’s alright. I’ve been bitten harder before durin’ play fights with my brothers.” He gives her a sheepish grin, and rubs Nana’s nose to let her know he wasn’t upset. “I jus’ got my fingers a lil’ too close t’ her teeth. S’ alright- see?” He held out his fingers- other than a faint scuff on the bone, he seemed alright.

Lily let out a small gasp. “Your brothers bit you?? Play fighting or not, you shouldn’t bite people. That’s not playing fair.” She shook her head, her cheeks puffed out. She took a close look at this fingers before reaching up and taking his hand in hers and placing a small kiss against each one. She smiled brightly up at him. “There, all better.”

He couldn’t stop the soft blush that flitted over his cheeks as she kissed his fingers, or the affectionate look he gave her. Lily was literally the sweetest- he hadn’t had someone do that since he was a kid. “They feel better already.” He smiled to her sincerely, and twisted his hand gently in hers so he could rub one of his fingers gently down her cheek. He leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead in return. “Thank ya, sweetheart- ya kisses made m’ fingers feel much better.”

As he straightened again, adjusting his hat, Adam chuckled softly to her. “Sweetheart, I’m a big fella. Thomas is my older brother- but he’s a lot smaller. He’s only a couple inches taller than m’ mother- so he had t’ play dirty whenever we’d wrestle. N’ he’s got teeth like me- so his bites could hurt. Only one who’s bites didn’t hurt is Greg- but Greg’s got flat teeth, like normal folks.” He checked over a few more things on the saddle, and then carefully unhooked Nana’s stall halter, and slipped it off of her, leaving her freestanding in just her riding gear. The mare behaved, chewing lightly on her bit as she awaited her rider. “Now- ya ready t’ mount up, sweetheart? I’m gonna stay on th’ ground for now, at least until ya comfortable enough on ya own in th’ saddle.”

Lily giggled and nuzzled against Adam’s hand. “You’re welcome! I’ll always kiss your boo boos better.” She made a small happy noise when he kissed her forehead.

She looked a little uncertain at Adam’s reassurances but she chose to take his word for it. “Okay, if you say so.”

Lily hopped up and down. “Yep, I’m ready!” She chirped, as she reached up her arms for Adam to pick her up. She made grabby hands at him bouncing in place.

Her little bouncing was adorable, and he couldn’t keep the little smile off his face as he leaned down to gently lift her. He carefully swung her up into the saddle, not even bothered by her slight weight, and then tucked her feet carefully into the stirrups. She was, sadly, too short to actually mount up on her own, but he didn’t mind helping her. “Go ahead n’ get comfortable, sweetheart, n’ I’ll lead ya out o’ th’ barn, so we can get t’ teachin’ ya t’ ride. Hold onto the reins for now, sweetheart, but don’ pull jus’ yet, alright?”

Once she was stable in the saddle, with both of her feet firmly in the stirrups and her hands on the reins, Adam hooked his finger gently in the edge of Nana’s bridle, and guided the mare outside. In the saddle, Lily was actually a little taller than Adam was, and he grinned up at her lightly.

The rocking motion of the horse was something Lily would have to get used to on her own- particularly since she had no pants, or Adam’s lap to cradle her behind. Thankfully, his shirt was long enough to protect her thighs from chaffing.

Once outside, he glanced up to her and smiled slightly, releasing the reins. “Alright. Nana’s trained t’ be lead by what we call neck reining. Meaning, if ya want her t’ turn, ya gotta rest th’ reins on her neck. Like this.” He took the loose loop of the reins, and rested it against one side of her neck. Nana shifted in the direction that the reins were pointing. “Ya c’n click ya tongue t’ make her move, or tap her sides with ya heels. But be real gentle. When ya want her t’ stop, pull back on the reins real slow like- don’t yank too hard, or y’ can hurt her mouth.”

Once Lily was in the saddle, she got herself comfortable. She listened intently to Adam’s instructions, nodding every now and then to show she was paying attention. She was a tad nervous, but with Adam’s guidance Lily knew she would be fine.

She grinned when she realized she was actually taller than Adam while sitting on Nana. It felt kind of empowering to be this high up. “Okay, I think I got it. You’ll stay by my side, right?”

“O’ course!” He nods. He pats Nana’s shoulder gently, and releases the reins. “I’ll stay near ya- jus’ go slow, n’ you’ll be alright, sweetheart. Nana’s a good girl- she’ll take care o’ ya, ‘f ya take care o’ her.”

Lily nodded and smiled brightly at Adam. Taking in a deep breath, she gently nudged Nana with her heels and the mare began to slowly walk forward. She wondered which way to go as she surveyed her surroundings. She could see a lot from this vantage point. Her grip on the reigns tightened a fraction with each jostle she felt and she looked over to make sure Adam was still walking next to her.

Adam, true to word, stayed right next to the mare. Well, near enough- he didn’t feel like getting his feet stepped on by accident. He glanced up at her and gave her an encouraging smile. “Y’ doin’ fine, sweetheart.”

There was a lot of open space around them, along with massive barns. The house loomed between the barns, with an orchard on the other side.

Lily decided to try steering Nana and she shifted the reins causing the mare to turn right. Her smile grew, as did her confidence. She really was getting the hang of this. “Wowie, I’m really riding a horse all on my own! Does this make me a cowgirl now?”

He kept a hand on her shoulder, and let the mare’s motion guide his steps. He laughed softly, and smiled up at her. “Ya doin’ real good, sweetheart. Heh- maybe not yet. But, I imagine with a lil’ bit o’ practice, ya gonna make a great cowgirl.”

Lily let out a small gasp and said in an excited whisper, “Will you teach me how to lasso things?” She looked at Adam with sparkling eye lights. “That would be so much fun.” She had a far off look on her face as she began to fantasize about it in her mind.

“Sure thing!” He laughed softly. He eased off a little bit as she seemed to get more comfortable in the saddle, and carefully took in her reaction as he began to ease off. “Usin’ a lasso ‘s not very easy, but we can practice th’ next time y’ come t’ visit. How’s tha’ sound?”

Lily nodded and smiled. “Okay, it’s a deal!” She reached out a hand for Adam to shake. Even if she didn’t manage to lasso anything, it was just more time spent with Adam.

“Let’s head back, I’m getting kinda hungry,” she murmured sheepishly. Her stomach made a small rumbling noise as if on cue. She shifted the reins so they were headed back towards the horse stables. Plus her rear was starting to get sore, but she didn’t want to say that out loud.

He shook her hand gently, and then laughed softly at her sheepish murmur. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s go get Nana put away then, an’ we c’n go back t’ th’ house, n’ go find somethin’ t’ eat.” He wasn’t very hungry himself, but he was a large man- the extra calories wouldn’t go amiss.

They weren’t far from the stables, thankfully, and so he gave her a cheery look as they headed back towards them.

Lily was looking forward to seeing what Adam’s house looked like on the inside. She also secretly hoped she could see his room. Not to do anything lewd of course! She was just curious. Yeah. The rest of the ride back to the stables went by in comfortable silence. Lily pulled gently on the reins, bringing Nana to a stop. She pat the mare affectionately. “Thank you for the ride, Nana.”

The mare snorted lightly, and shifted on her hooves patiently.

Adam smiled softly, and gently helped her dismount. He settled her onto her feet, and got Nana’s halter back on, before swiftly beginning to remove Nana’s tack. “Nana enjoyed getting her legs stretched out.” He chuckled gently.

Lily placed her hands on Adam’s shoulders as he helped her down from Nana. Even when she was on her feet she still held onto him as she watched him tend to Nana. She smiled brightly up at the mare. “I’ll ride you again next time I visit,” she promised. “And I’ll bring some ribbons and flowers to braid in your mane, too!”

Adam gave her a grin once he finished getting all of the tack off of Nana. Once the mare was bare, he guided her back into the stall, and then carefully closed the door behind her.

Nana shoved her nose back over the edge of the gate, and leaned down to nose Lily appreciatively.

Adam chuckled. “I think she’s lookin’ forward t’ th’ ribbons, Lily.” Once everything was tucked up and out of the way, he offered his hand down to Lily and smiled to her.

Lily giggled and nuzzled Nana back before placing a small kiss on the mare’s nose. “I’ll see you later, Nana.” She gave Nana one last pat before skipping over to Adam and taking his hand. “Okay, let’s go.”

On their way back to the house Lily asked, “When do you think I’ll meet your siblings?” She watched as a frog hopped past them and she resisted the urge to chase it. She chewed on her thumb absentmindedly.

“Yup! All o’ my siblings are home right now- so you’ll be able t’ meet them all, sweetheart.” He guided her with easy steps towards the house, and then made his way up the stairs. As they reached the front door, he opened it for her, and motioned her inside. “After you, sweetheart.”

Just inside the main part of the house was a taller skeleton woman, with a large set of horns curling up from her skull. She was shorter than Adam by a lot, and seemed to be built a lot more dainty than he was.

“Looks like he’s finally bringin’ ya in t’ say hi t’ the rest o’ us. Hi, sugar. I’m Skylar- ‘m Adam’s big sister.”

Lily’s face brightened in excitement. “That’s great! I can’t wait to meet them!” She hummed happily to herself as they approached the house. She took the stairs two steps at a time. She giggled and curtsied to Adam when he opened the door. “Why thank you.”

When she walked inside, she stopped short, eye lights growing large in her sockets. Standing in front of her was the prettiest skeleton she had ever seen. “W-wowie…” She blushed when she realized she was staring and stuttered out, “L-ily… i-it’s nice to meet you. Um I r-really like your horns.” She fiddled with the hem of her shirt nervously.

Adam stepped in behind Lily, and shunted off his boots and hat, taking a moment to make sure he wasn’t tracking in anything from the barn.

Skylar, on the other hand, smiled wide at the compliment to her horns. One hand drifted up, brushing past the right one, and the scar that curled around it, before drifting back down to tuck into her pocket. “Aww, thank ya, sugar. Tha’s real kind o’ ya. I like your eyes, Lily. Heh- the both o’ ya are just in time for lunch. Well- i gotta go start it, but y’know.”

“Should you be cookin’ n’ stuff? Y’know… with your, uh…”

“You really don’ know much about pregnant women, do ya, Adam? I’ll be fine. Anyways- M’ gonna make lunch. Greg took Hamish out for a bit while you two were out havin’ fun in th’ barn- so ‘s jus’ gonna be you, me, n’ Thomas. And Ma o’ course.”

Lily’s blush grew and she glanced away shyly before murmuring a small, “Th-thank you.” She perked up at the mention of lunch and she chirped, “C-can I help you? What are you making?” She smiled brightly. “Adam and I had a lot of fun. I really worked up an appetite.”

“I’m not gonna turn down th’ help ‘f ya wanna help me in th’ kitchen, sugar.” Skylar motions for Adam to go wash up in the bathroom, and then steps towards the kitchen once the tall man gets to scooting where she directed him to. “Was just thinkin’ some peanut butter n’ jelly sandwiches. Real easy t’ make, n’ taste pretty good too.”

“I’m sure th’ both o’ ya did, sugar.” She lifted a brow playfully, and laughed softly, shuffling her way into the kitchen. Once Adam was out of earshot, Skylar turned a curious sounding hum to Lily. “So,” she said, “Are you ‘n Adam datin’? Or jus’ friends?”

“Oh pb&j my favorite! It was the first thing I learned to make as a baby bones,” Lily chirped happily as she followed Skyler into the kitchen. She stopped short, looking up at the counters. “Oh um, do you have a stool I can stand on?” She looked sheepishly up at the taller woman.

Lily blinked at Skyler, momentarily puzzled, until she caught onto what had amused the other. “O-oh not like that! It was all wholesome fun!” She exclaimed, before clearing her non-existent throat. She played with the hem of her shirt, blushing. “We um… actually just became a couple. It happened while he was showing me around.”

“Ma’s a lil’ lady- so ya, we got stools.” The tall skeleton hooks her foot on one and scoots it out from under one of the counters, sliding it out for Lily to grab. The kitchen was designed in mind with a monster much larger than even Skylar or Adam. But, all of the stuff was set on the lower shelves, so Skylar didn’t have an issue as she reached into the cupboard, tugging out a loaf of bread, and the jar of peanut butter. She settled it on the counter, before fetching plates, and then scooting off to the fridge to get the jelly.

Lily’s flustered response simply made her grin and lift her brow. “All wholesome fun, huh?” She chuckled. “Tha’s good though, that th’ both o’ ya are t’gether. Jus’ make sure ya’ treat him right, or you n’ I will be havin’ a different sort o’ conversation. Likewise, ‘f my lil’ bro ain’t treatin’ you good, you lemme know n’ I’ll set him straight. Hm… What sort o’ jelly ya want, sugar? Got strawberry, grape, raspberry, n’ i think apricot?”

“Thank you Miss Skyler,” Lily said as she climbed onto the stool. She papped the counter with her hands as she looked around the kitchen. “Wowie, everything seems so big. Did a giant live here?” she asked in slight wonder.

Lily chuckled bashfully. “D-don’t worry, I’d never do anything to hurt Adam. He’s the first person to ever treat me like a real lady. H-he makes me feel special.” She placed her hands on her cheeks. “He… makes me feel like a princess. I know that sounds silly.”

She was brought out of her reverie by Skyler’s question and she replied, “Oh strawberry jam for me, please. I can spread the peanut butter while you take care of the jelly?”

“My Da and his best friend built th’ house for my Ma when they got married. My Da was eight feet n’ four inches tall- n’ Doc Tene is even taller than he was, so they made it sized for folks their size. We smaller folks get around easily enough though. So i suppose a giant could live here.” She collects a couple knives for spreading the peanut butter and jellies, and then carefully balances the jars and the knives as she returns back to Lily.

“Ya don’t seem like th’ type t’ hurt him, but he is m’ baby brother, n’ m’ obligated t’ take offense when he gets hurt. M’ glad he’s treatin’ ya well though. Ma and I raised my brothers t’ respect th’ folks they’d be seeing- so ‘s good t’ see that he’s keepin’ with his teachin’s. He is still pretty young, after all.”

Skylar slides the peanut butter over to her wordlessly, along with one of the knives. She splits the loaf of bread- extra sandwiches wouldn’t go amiss- and then slides half of it to Lily. They were feeding a lot of skeletons, after all. “Sure, sugar. I’m gonna do a variety o’ jellies, so we’ve got choices t’ choose from.”

“W-wowie! They really are giants!” Lily exclaimed. She let out a giggle. “You’d get vertigo just from sitting on their shoulders!” Lily smiled warmly at Skyler. “You and your mom did a great job raising him then.”

Lily nodded. “Sounds like a plan to me.” She opened the jar before picking up the knife and spreading the peanut butter on a slice of bread. “By the way, I hope you don’t mind me asking but, how far along are you, Miss Skyler?”

“Yep! S’ why m’ so tall, n’ why Adam’s so tall.” She gave the smaller woman a smile, and laughed gently. “Thanks, sugar. We tried- it wasn’t easy, but we managed. I was jus’ a teen myself helpin’ my Ma raise my brothers, but we did it.”

Skylar started in with the jelly, and began to prepare slices to be put with Lily’s peanut buttered bits. “I don’t mind ya askin’ at all. M’ about five weeks along, i do believe. M’ not very far yet- Adam worries though, n’ he knows next t’ nothing about women havin’ babies.”

“It must be nice having siblings,” Lily said, a hint of melancholy in her voice. She placed a finished slice on top of one of Skyler’s and started on another one. “It was just me and Gigi growing up. Don’t get me wrong, I love her with all my soul, but I always wondered what it would be like to have a brother or sister to play with.”

Lily giggled. “Yeah, boys can be pretty clueless about stuff like that. So, are you excited Miss Skyler? Who’s the father? Is he a cowboy too?” She gave Skyler an eager smile. “I think it would be nice to have a little baby bones in the future.” She blushed and mumbled softy, “If Adam and I ever got married…”

#rp #underopenskies #Adam #Lily #First Date

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