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therealmilfdennys · 3 years ago

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SFW and NSFW headcanons for the ST boys I write for lol

I want! To do one of these for everyone I write for but this is fresh on my mind so it's first lol. Eddie, Billy, and Steve are included. I wanted to post this before some of my asks so you know what you're getting lol. Anyway! CW: Feminization, trauma mention, nightmares, scars, and season 3 spoilers, cockwarming, crying, panty stealing, exhibitionism sort of, billy's mommy issues, more crying, let men bottom. Written with top!reader in mind, mostly gender-neutral but AFAB based (I write what I know) if there's more Please let me know.

Steve Harrington SFW

He hates being alone in that big house, so hes either holding you hostage or he’s always at yours.

Says he HATES spending time with the kids but is the first to defend them in any situation, even if You have something negative to say about them.

I think the whole ‘six nuggets’ speech was WAY out of character but like, I think Steve deserves ONE baby as a treat. Or maybe he’s the honorary uncle to one of Nancy’s kids lol. He’d be a sick ass uncle.

He Does in fact love PDA, he’s a touchy feely guy (post season one, at least Genuinely)

His love language is physical touch(receiving) and gift giving(giving). HIs parents were always trying to ‘make up’ for not being there with gifts (the BMW was from the Florence trip, two whole months by himself with little to no contact.)

He really likes movie dates, be it renting a tape and staying at his or yours OR going out and catching one at the theater. He got weirdly into film after working at Family Video.

His favorite candy is anything banana flavored (laffy taffy is the top spot).

He likes pepsi over coke and Is pretentious about it.

I ama firm believer that he has a full skin/hair/night/morning routine that he is ADAMANT about. HE has a toiletry bag bigger than his overnight bag that he carries his “essentials” in if he stays over at yours/Eddie’s.

Speaking of Eddie they got weirdly close after the whole Vecna thing so if you’re dating Steve congrats you have a a new bestie :) Eddie will offer you joints you do Not have to accept.

Steve is a fan of thicker people I’m sorry I dont make the rules. They all are but Speficially Steve and Billy lol.

He gets really bad nightmares about the demogorgons sometimes, sleeps with the bat next to him most nights. “Just in case, babe. Can’t be too careful.”

Was a bug kid, and WAS friends with Eddie in elementary school I will die on this hill. They used to make bug palaces on the playground someone please ask e about this for the love of fuc-

HIs favorite book is The Outsiders :) He doesn’t and didn’t read a lot but that is one of the few books that can grab his attention and keep it. Got very excited when the movie came out and it is one of his favorites :)

First guy crush was Rob Lowe he “Just thought he was badass.” uhhh okay Stevie we get it.

Boyfriend Material to a fucking T. You need someone to help grocery shop? He’s there. Help move furniture? He’s there? Sad? He’s there and he’s making stupid jokes and calling you pretty and kissing your eyelids.

He lets you wear his clothes and encourages it. Will have a fashion show with your clothes to make you feel better about it if you’re insecure.

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Firmly believe there isn’t a mean bone in this mans body. He couldn’t bully you into submission if he wanted to he’d feel too bad.

He’s a simp to the bone. All you have to do is put on the puppy eyes and the “Please Stevie?” And he melts.

I’d call him the pussy eating king but Eddie Munson holds that title so Steve is the Pussy Eating Prince?

I don’t think he’s a dom by any means, but I DO think he’d be a service top.

“Baby cum for me please? Wanna feel it. Need to see you cum, look so pretty when you do.” and “So fuckin’ tight, so wet and pretty and perfect. Doin’ so good for me.”

Praise!! Kink!!! Both giving and receiving! Pull on his hair and call him a good boy and he’ll whimper so pretty.

Big Dick. I don’t remember where I read the headcanon that Steve has a huge dick but i fuckin ran with it so now he does :). Its pretty too.

He likes slow and sleepy sex over anything else. The sex where you guys are like, trying to fuck but end up just cuddling and kinda grinding against eachother? *chef’s kiss*

Big fan of cockwarming :) sometimes he’s just so needy and you’re busy with work stuff, or college stuff or you’re just reading and he’s all

“Can I please just put it in? Don’t even have to move, jus’ wanna be close baby.”

He’s shit at dirty talk but he tries okay?

“Steve we talked about the shitty porn dialouge baby.” “Yeah, yeah sorry.”

BIg fan of giggling during sex? He just thinks you’re so pretty and he gets these big goofy smiles that are all teeth and yeah.

When he cums he’s loud as fuck. He’s vocal in general but he gets LOUD when he’s close. He whines and whimpers and huffs out these little moans. HIs tummy gets all tense and his hips jerk and he’s trying so hard not to cry out and beg.

“Gun’ cum baby, please? Guna’cum for’ya please.”

Tears up if its really good or if you edged him lol.

All in All a nice guy to fuck and Date i wont him.

Eddie Munson SFW :)

Will make you a mixtape way before you start dating and if you listen hard enough that was his original confession.

He likes to make NPC's in his campaigns based off of you :) whether they be random passerby or main baddies.

Doesnt matter what shape, size, gender, ethnicity, race anything. If Eddie falls for you? He's All In. He loves HARD and he doesnt give a shit about consequences.

His queer awakening was Slash lol

Probably autistic, but its the 80's and its rural Indiana so. No Outlet for that.

His best friend is 100% Dustin they hang out regularly. He's trying (slowly hut surely) to teach Dustin some guitar stuff.

Eddies idea of a date is driving out to empty fields in the van with some burgers and a joint or two and stargazing. He knows a lot about astrology and definitely shows off his knowledge.

He's a cuddle bug. Leeches your warmth in the winter and sticks to your sweaty skin during the summer. If he's not sleeping flush against you hes whiney as fuck.

He likes to wrap his arms around you from the back when you guys are just standin' places. He's a lil lanky so he just kinda curls himself around you, no matter if you're taller or shorter than him.

he likes to call you "your majesty" a lot, and not in a condescending way.

"you're royalty babydoll, should be treated that way" hands you a rock he thought you'd like.

hes very much the 'crow friend' if you've seen those tiktoks?

keeps a box of shiny stuff, fancy rocks, funky sticks, jars, and weird shit he found that he likes to show you sometimes and give you if he thinks you'll like it.

very sensitive to rejection, has attachment issues.

his parents left when they realized he was getting caught too often doing illegal shit for them so they dipped and he took it to heart.

still convinced Wayne thinks he's a burden

please kiss his cheeks and play with his hair and call him pretty he blushes so nice.

he gets freckles during the summer and a REALLY nice tan if hes out enough.

never learned how to swim correctly, is self taught.

used to chew on his hair and still does if he's Very upset or close to a meltdown.

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umm bottom lol sorry

or a pushover service top

i cannot see him as a massive sadist it doesnt fit im sorry

likes to dress up sometimes :) likes feeling pretty and dainty

he just hangs around naked sometimes? he seems the type to me?

PUSSY!! EATING!! KING!!

eats pussy for HIS pleasure and will go till he gets lockjaw and THEN some.

the one on this list who Knows how to make AFABs squirt. and is PROUD of it.

is actually very shy? knows people dont like him usually and is worried its a prank.

wants his ass ate sorry not sorry it had to be said. he thinks it would feel fucking amazing and he deserves it.

he LOVES being ridden, titties bouncin' in his face, tummy jigglin' for him to grab onto. he fuckin ADORES it.

hes GRABBY. he grabs at your ass, hips, thighs, stomach, shoulders. Anything He Can. he just gets so needy

he begs so pretty. loves being overstimulated and gets shakey after his first orgasm but wont stop you till hes cumming dry.

"cm-cmon..can…i can c-cum again bab-baby i can. puh-puh-promise i can."

LOVES when you baby talk him but like, in a condescending way?

"oh sweet thing :( just gotta cum so bad huh? couldnt wait could you, just had to act like a needy slut, yeah?" "mhm, mhm, needy..needed it, so bad. so bad."

drools lol hes like A Dog. his legs get shakey and his head rolls and he grins like a maniac and theres spit dripping down his chin and im <3

loves to finger you, anywhere, really. and loves when you just shove a hand down his pants and jack him off.

the kinda guy who would refer to your pussy as "his girl"

He’s a fuckin perv. Steals your undies and has a stash of them for ‘safe keeping’. Porn mags out the ass. Normal ole teenage boy stuff lol.

he'd let you use his dick as a stim toy /hj

Billy Hargrove SFW

Boy is an ASSHOLE okay? lives to bully and tease you at first (and even after you're dating but then its affectionate)

He has a lot of resentment towards positive female/female presenting roles in his life because of his mom i think? and he REALLY has to work on that shit, and if you have the heart to help him with that you're a saint.

I think the best approach would be to help him from outside. Let him do some introspective shit and just kinda. Guide him.

Okay so he knows hes a dick, hes trying to get better this is prime, please ask HIM out time.

He will get so incredibly flustered if you ask him out on a date or something he wont know what to do.

Hes used to being the flashy one. The Stud. the Untouchable. A Lot of internalzed homophobia in this bad boy. Toxic Masculinity ftw

After the Mindflayer he is a Lot different and i really want to write my specific headcanons and ideas on how he survived/what happened after lol

Hes more subdued, he's quiter, he doesnt lash out as much. He's still, ragey, obviously but its toned down a lot.

He's not quite as outgoing either, which Max helps a lot with. They get close.

You and him get closer too.

I think you guys start as FWB and escalate from there because what ELSE would happen with Billy Hargrove.

Uhhh he secretly likes rom coms sorry not sorry.

He LOVES sixteen candles its one of his favorites.

his queer awakening was :) tom cruise in top gun, that basic bitch.

he likes when you call him baby/baby boy a LOT.

he gets FRECKLED in the summer. He tans so pretty and he gets a nice little flush/sunburn on his cheeks and ears that makes him glow. He really thrives in the summer.

City Boy. Has never seen a cow irl until Hawkins and is terrified of them, please show him they are gentle giants.

He likes to go to drive ins (and make out) for dates before the mindflayer. He still likes to do that AFTER the mindflayer but hes much more a homebody now so he really likes napping together.

calls you bitch but affectionately.

is an AVID reader actually? i love the headcanon that Billy is Wicked smart so i like to think he reads alot.

he likes period romances (jane austen is his GIRL)

he thinks cooking together is the height of domesticity and at first it freaked him tf out how much he liked doing it with you. now he eases into so quickly its a little funny.

feral mountain lion turned a little less feral house cat energy.

likes when you call him Bills :)

Likes to walk with his hand in your back pocket and yours in his.

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So at first, he's hyper-dominant. Won't let you even Ride him. He's in his head about it 100% he doesnt want you to think he's weak. Men dont take it like that.

He soon learns you VERY much like it when he's crying for you

Hes a power bottom i wont take arguments.

He's also a fuckin BRAT. Needs you to put him in his place but Gently. Needs a firm hand but do Not raise your voice at him or he shuts down.

It takes a while before he trusts you enough to let you see this side of him and you need to respect that. He will come to you when he's ready.

He knows hes pretty and he uses it against you. Flutters his eyelashes and smiles all pretty and puffs his chest out. Lays himself out to make himself real pretty.

Praise tf out of him please he'll cry.

"Oh pretty baby, you're doin' so good :) such a perfect boy for me. feel so good in me handsome." He's tearing up and nodding so hard.

"Yeah. Yeah m'good. M'good boy. Doin' good." Under his breath with his eyes squeezed shut, white knuckling the sheets.

Needs a lot of reassurance that you're feeling good. He spent a lot of time not really giving a shit if the girls he was with got off so with you? He's constantly. "Is that right? That feel good? Want more?" He wants to be perfect for you.

Sometimes, after the nightmares are getting worse and he's so sleep-deprived he's cross eyed and he can't really think he needs you to take him apart and he goes so willingly.

He gets whimpery and almost immediately oversensitive. Like his cock is a livewire. His fingers and lips tremble and he's trying so hard to keep his eyes on you, to be a good boy. He goes pliant and soft and gets this silly little smile on his face. Eyes hazy and wet. He hums and nods and lets you do whatever. He knows he's safe.

The scars ARE sensitive lol you heard it here folks.

He doesnt fuck you with the lights on or fully naked for almost a year after he's fully healed.

He rubs vitamin E oil and scar softner into the skin where he was attacked twice a day, every day, for a year before you get to see them.

He breaks down when you call them pretty :)

And you BETTER think he's still handsome or i'll find you istg /hj

Uhh, this may be a personal want of mine or a real headcanon but I think he would like to try makeup? Like a full glam rock, smokey eye red lip whole shebang.

Fuck him so good his mascara runs.

Prolly has a mommy kink but i’m not brave enough to write that (unless…)/hj

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minarcana · 2 years ago

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because i feel like it: laurel and what she thinks of various canon NPCs as they enter my mind/if she thinks of them often.

reminder: if your muse is one of the ones listed, absolutely no feelings need to be mutual! i can write 'she is over the fuckin moon about this person' and if u write em u can be like 'and they think she sucks and is the wooooorst', thats fine. she's stubborn lol. npcs included up to [ 4.0 ] i will add more as i decide to think of them. these are just who popped to mind.

zenos: she wants to drink deep of his blood. she wants to hunt and kill him. their souls are made of similar stuff (insult), except laurel knows how to love. she is highkey obsessed with him whenever the opportunity to fight and/or hunt him for sport arises.

any heavens ward knight: she hates you personally. she has issues with sneering authority and religious restrictions.

midgardsormr, gosetsu, edmont fortemps, eynzahr slafyrsyn: you're her dad boogie woogie you're her dad!

cid, nero: she is obsessed with studying cid and nero as if they're weird bugs. she wants to present them with stimuli and take notes of their reactions. she calls both of them her dad, but will sometimes just choose to cause strife between or around on purpose to see what they do. she wants to put nero in a lab rat maze.

haurchefant: she is in love with him and would do literally anything he asks. it does not matter if he likes her back or even if he didnt know her name. he was nice to her when she needed it, she will now Die For Him. unfortunately he died first.

yshtola: laurel wants to take shtola out drinking for a girls night. she respects yshtola greatly and thinks shes neat, and actually treats shtola with audible respect instead of fucking with her at opportunity.

lyse, alisaie: thats her fuckening sisters laurel has decided they are Her Friend now and is absorbing both of them into laurel's self-decided family unit.

alphinaud: she is less good with alphie as she is with alisae because she's just "...what's with your attitude? you're like, twelve." but she still follows along with his nonsense and only occasionally gives him noogies.

thancred: their relationship is best described with laurel: youre my babygirl thancred: what the fuck does that mean laurel, nodding: babygirl. i will protect u thancred: .....hm. anyways she thinks hes neat and cute and wants to wrestle him as a friend.

merlwyb: laurel knows she did crimes but also admiral mommy please notice me admiral did i do a good job admiral will you say i did good please notice m admiral are y---

#headcanon : laurel

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bittersweetmorality · 4 years ago

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— chuuya boyfriend headcannons (sfw & nsfw)+ drabble

☾ genre: SFW and NSFW Headcannons (NSFW section is marked-- 18+)

☾ pairing: Nakahara Chuuya x GN!reader (reader is given the name ‘mommy’ in the drabble)

☾ warnings: none for the SFW– general smut for the NSFW ??

☾ w/c: 1,978 words

☾ a/n: hey lol :D as a certified chuuya fucker, i just had to. i literally have like three other chuuya drafts that i’m currently working on. hopefully they turn out like i want and i can post them bc :| the chuuya tag is starving. anyway i hope i can populate it just a tad. thanks for reading bugs !

— SFW

lemme start off by saying that he will treat yo ass RIGHT. ON MY MOMMA.

not to bring his trauma into this already but :| my man has major abandonment issues. he will not do anything to jeopardize your relationship, and he honestly just values your happiness above anything else

you just know how much he cares about the fellow members of the mafia– even though they don’t requite the same amount of love that he gives them, he still loves them wholeheartedly

even dazai

little shit

his love language is definitely touch and gift-giving. no i don’t accept criticism because i’m right

you’re telling me he wouldn’t absolutely spoil you with expensive gifts ?? mans is a mafia executive– he’s making hella bank, and he is spending it all on you

he’s also definitely a pretty clingy significant other, but good luck trying to get him to admit that :|

his life is… well… yaknow

there’s always a lot going on there..... he’s stresst

he wants nothing more than to just hold you in his arms after a long day-- especially if he just came back from a hard day at work

times like this are when he’s most clingy-- he feels like he almost lost you, and now he never wants to let you go

many, many times he’s fallen asleep like this; you’re basically suffocating in his grip as his eyelids flutter closed, either on the couch or your bed

but of course you’re not going to complain

and he’s so glad you don’t

he’s also the type to almost never explicitly say that he loves you at first, it’s simply not something that comes naturally to him

instead he indulges in his love languages profusely, and he just hopes you get the message

he’s also afraid that you’ll leave him if he says something like that, so for a long time he doesn’t :(

so when you come home to a bottle of expensive wine wrapped in an exquisite red ribbon, you know he just wants to tell you how much he loves you

eventually, of course he’s comfortable with you enough to say it, and it comes completely natural

and since he’s such a romantic, he says it every morning when you wake up, and before you go to bed without fail

he’s definitely the type to show you off too

like, as he’s having a conversation with someone, he’ll suddenly get really loud when talking about you so everyone within a three-mile radius can hear

“well, you see i would go out drinking with you tonight, but i actually have a date. with my partner. you know them, right? here’s a picture i took of them a few days ago, just look a-”

also: biggest hype man

you could open a jar of jam and he’d be like “holy shit, you go babe”

nakahara chuuya kiss me rn challenge

anyway, basically he’ll love and support you no matter what

like truly you’re like a walking ray of sunshine to him

anyway !!!! DATES !!!!!!!

dates with chuuya are planned. always.

like i SAID he’s a hopeless ROMANTIC MY GOD

he absolutely loves picking you up at your doorstep and taking you for a ride around town on his motorcycle

speaking of which, your arms wrapping around his middle and squeezing him tight as he drives the bike is literally his favorite thing in the world. oh my god you’re going to make him melt

and i know for a fact your first kiss with him was after he dropped you off at your door when your first date was at its end

it was almost completely perfect honestly, except when your faces were just mere inches from one another, his hat bumped into your forehead and fell to the ground

baby was so embarrassed-- he went bright red and picked up his hat, basically shielding his face

he just wanted the date to be completely perfect– and it was!! until that happened

but obviously you just let out a light giggle and pulled him against you, and he quickly closed the gap between your lips

also, chuuya sleeps in

he sleeps a lot <33

that being said he loves lazy mornings

it’s well past 11, but you’re still laying in his arms– who is he to get up?? and disturb the peace??????

he will not.

also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i can’t even emphasize this enough, but please comb your fingers through his hair

there’s a chance he might melt into a puddle on the spot and never recover but still

on the rare occasion where he’s the little spoon--

(which, speaking of which, @dazai-centric has a headcannon that chuuya always insists on being the big spoon no matter what, but on rare occasions he lets himself be wrapped up in your arms and THEY’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT.)

anyway, so on this rare occasion

where his head is basically buried in the junction between your shoulder and your neck, and you just rake your fingers through his hair softly

he dead. dead as hell.

and ERRRRM. kisses with him are just……… wow…………

naturally, he always wants to be the best at everything-- it’s just his personality

and kisses are no exception

he has to be the BEST

and he is

so, kisses are always so passionate and rough

okay hold on maybe this should go under the NSFW category 😐

ANYWAY!!!! 19472946/10 boyfriend

— NSFW

so rough sex is very common for y’all 😁

he likes to take his frustrations out from the day like this, and honestly you don’t complain

he definitely has a high sex drive so 😁

obviously you have an established safe-word and talk about everything before anything transpires because the LAST thing he wants is to hurt you in any way

but if you ask him to spank you he is definitely not gunna say no <3 chuuya said spanking kink

speaking of kinks

bondage xoxo

this goes both ways— he likes to tie your wrists to the headboard with rope and tie your legs down if you’re okay with it

for him, he likes his wrists cuffed to the bed

but he definitely doesn’t like all of his power stripped away by having him completely tied up

also he loves eye contact

that’s why missionary and mating press are his favorite positions <3

he likes to grab you by the jaw and make you look at him when he’s fucking you

“hey, hey, princess what did we say? if you want to cum, look me in the eyes when i fuck you, yeah?”

he loves praise and degradation equally

but if you’re degrading him don’t go too far :((

degrade slightly him while he’s on the bottom and he’s putty in your hands

now, if you praise him while he’s on top, get ready to not be able to walk for the next 3-5 business days because that’ll feed his ego a LOOOT

and he’ll just get lost in the moment because he loves you....... so much

he degrades you slightly, but only during foreplay

he calls you his little slut, or his whore

“aw, so wet for me and we’re barely getting started, doll. such a little whore, aren’t you?”

when you actually get into it, it’s all praise from him

he wants you to know how important you are to him, how good you feel and just everything on his mind

he loses his filter in the moment awn god

“so fucking perfect, i only want you. you’re mine. god, you feel so fucking good.”

he loves to hear you too-- it really feeds his ego

but sometimes if he’s really had a rough day, he’ll make you gag on his finger or wrap his hand around your neck

he doesn’t squeeze too hard nor genuinely make you gag, he just likes the way your eyes are barely able to meet his because he’s making you feel so good

but ANYWAY pet names are a MUST with him

he calls you doll, sweetheart, princess, baby, dove, doll

basically every sweet name under the sun during sex

he likes you to call him sir 😁

this man has no shame when it comes to noise

like absolutely none

since he’s possessive, he wants people to know he’s fucking you, and how good he feels because of you

no one else can make him feel that way and he wants everyone to know

so he’s LOOOUUUDD,,,, especially in your ear

he likes leaning down and moaning in your ear, just to get a reaction out of you

he makes fun of you for it later on, and you have his full permission to smack that smug little smirk off his face

but the amount of times you had to stop mid-way because y’all got knocks on your door from your neighbours 😐 they’re so sick of y’all

on average, you have sex at least 4 times a week

that’s not including quickies tho

did i mention that chuuya loves quickies <3

especially when it’s in his office and he fucks you on his desk

and because he doesn’t care who hears him-- you bet your ass the entire Port Mafia has heard you

he likes to go down on you for quickies more than actual sex, and he will respectfully never decline a blowjob

because he’s a gentleman

anyway

sorry to any of y’all who have a breeding kink,,, but chuuya definitely does not

he’s so afraid of having kids

moving on

onto sub!chuuya

did somebody say SWITCH 🤨☝️

chuuya did <3

now for a long time he doesn’t really let his submissive side out because,,, it’s a really vulnerable part of him yaknow?

but after a while, and after he’s completely trusted you to take care of him like that

oh boy

bottom bitch <3

still loud as HELL

except it’s less of moaning and more of whining

he’s such a whiner

and a brat

mommy kink mommy kink mommy kink mommy kink mo

also i don’t really know how else to describe it but-- if you force him to look you in the eyes and use a stern tone

..........dead. dead as hell.

now take this drabble as a tribute to sub!chuuya

“and why should i listen to you? what are you gunna do?” chuuya furrowed his brows at you, as if he was challenging you.

“aw, baby,” you leaned down from your position of straddling him, caging his head between your arms. “you still have so much to say even though your hands are handcuffed to the bed. so bold, aren’t you?” you stroked his lower lip gently, and he whimpered lowly in response.

suddenly, you sat up, getting into a position to prepare to get up off of him completely, “but, you’re right. what am i going to do? i guess i’ll just leave you here for the rest of the night. go-”

“WAIT!! NO- I-” he bit his lip to stop any more words from escaping him.

“’wait’? is there something you wanna say, baby?” your legs trapped his once again.

“... please.”

he averted your gaze, and you reached down to grip his jaw sternly, moving his head to face you completely.

“please what?”

no answer.

“you know i can’t read your mind, baby. you’re going to have to use your w-”

“please fuck me.” the words tumbled out of his mouth, almost too quickly to even be audible, still, your lips shifted into a gentle smile.

but you weren’t completely content with him yet.

“and what’s my name?”

“...mommy.”

“and you want mommy to fuck you, is that right?”

“...yes. please...”

you planted a passionate kiss onto his lips, and upon breaking it, you shifted closer to his ear.

“well, i can’t say no since you asked so nicely, now can i?”

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staceysonier · 5 years ago

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Those That Go Bump (MxF) NSFW

*Toy Box Monster Boyfriend!*

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I was my mother's only child. And with being the only child, I was spoiled rotten, getting everything I wanted and could ever possibly need, within her parameters, of course.

She was a single mother, after all, and she worked her fingers to the bone to keep me happy but she just wasn't there as often as I would've liked.

I was often left with a teenaged babysitter who kept me locked in my playroom because she wanted her boyfriend and friends to come over--not that I ever minded. I had a pretty big imagination as a child so I could sit in a room and play by myself all day, never growing bored.

It also helped that I had a large number of toys to chose from in a wooden toy box. The toy boxes lid was slanted so when I lifted it up, it slid into the box until I pulled it back down. The toy box itself always seemed to be so big to me as a child and any and every small piece from a toy that I put in there always seemed to get lost.

And then, one day when my babysitter locked me in my playroom, I saw that all of the small parts to the toys I thought I lost appeared in a pile on my rainbow rug beside the toy box.

Being a child, I never thought to question it--until I touched something furry deep within the toy box.

I knew then that it couldn't have been a stuffed animal because I kept all of them in my old baby crib so, using my small hand, I felt around, patting at the fur until I touched what felt like skin and heard a giggle.

Pulling my hand out of the toy box and gasping, I sat down, trying to look inside but it was so dark where the light from my ceiling fan never reached, and the darkness seemed to go on for infinity.

"Hello," I whispered into the toy box.

Little me was not ready for the whispered, "Hello," I got back.

I slammed the lid shut and didn't open it for a week. I told my mom about it and she just laughed and said she loved how endless my imagination was.

Being terrified of the thing, the monster that lived in my toy box was an issue for me as all of my favorite toys were in there!

So, I was grateful for when I and my mother were walking down the sidewalk in town one day, a man in a long dark coat stopped us and opened one of the sides of his coat.

"You need this monster spray, kid? You look like you do."

My mother was trying to pull me around him but I dug my heels in.

"Mommy, I need the monster spray for the monster in my toy box! Remember? Please, please, please!"

Her face fell as she realized she was defeated and asked the man how much the spray bottle was.

"For the kid? I'll let you have it for ten dollars."

I watched as my moms' eyes bugged but I figured it was a good price.

"Ten dollars? Are you insane? Ten dollars for a bottle full of what appears to be water? No, definitely not."

She then tried to move around him again but I grabbed her coat.

"Mommy please," I begged and gave her my saddest puppy eyes.

In the end, the man instructed that I give two sprays into any of the dark parts of my room, every night. I should see results after a few days.

My mother grumbled but when we got home, she smelled the contents of the bottle and when she figured it was safe enough for me to play with, she sent me on my way to play while she made dinner.

I started with my room first, having no idea if the toy box monster could somehow get out and move around.

I sprayed under my bed, in my closet, behind my dresser as it was against a corner of the room.

I then moved onto my playroom, lifting the lid and spraying the mist into the toy box. I might've overdid it then but all I knew was I wanted my toys back.

A few days of this and I was finally ready to begin playing with my toys again.

My mom also bought me a new doll when we were in town and she made me put it in the toy box after I used my monster spray, saying that there was no way the monster would take my doll with how much I sprayed.

But when I went to go grab my doll from the toy box, I couldn't see it anywhere.

It was my favorite toy at the time and I wasn't going to let some monster take it without a fight!

So, grabbing my spray bottle, I climbed into the toy box and began crawling over all the toys. I felt like I had been crawling for a while but I was getting further and further away from the light in my playroom until the only light I could see what in front of me, where I was heading to.

I crawled and crawled and crawled until I was finally at the edge of another toy box, one exactly like mine, and when I looked out into the room, It was just like mine except everything seemed to be darker here, like there was a bad storm outside and the light in the room wasn't on--everything just seemed dull, even to me as a child.

As I climbed out of the toy box and stepped onto the dull rainbow rug, I saw my doll laying on the door and then heard a whimper and then a soft cry and turned to the noise.

I noticed something that looked like a large stuffed animal curled up on the baby crib.

As I got closer, I could hear its soft cries and whimpers clearer and to my child's self, it hurt to hear it crying.

"Are you okay," I asked it softly, keeping my distance as I did with our neighbor's cat who used to strike at me when I got too close.

"Why do you care," came a soft and small voice, "You wanted me to stay away and I have been."

It sniffled and then it whimpered again and I moved closer.

"I was just scared," I explained softly, "I'm sorry if I upset you."

"You upset me, alright. You also blinded me," it whimpered again and then sat up before turning to me.

I gasped as I saw its face and the first thing I noticed was its white eyes and the fur around its eyes was white.

I then saw the two horns coming out of its head, one on either side and they seemed to curl back. Its nose looked like a pugs nose and it had two large and spiky teeth jutting out from its bottom lip.

"I...I blinded you? How," I asked quietly and my tummy started hurting.

It sniffled again and cast its head down, "Whatever you sprayed. It got into my eyes and now I can't see out of them anymore. My mom and dad said I can't come to play with you anymore because you hurt me. I told them you obviously didn't want me to play with you anyway."

When I left that room and went back to my own, I washed every toy in my toy box by hand with hot water and soap, making sure that whatever was in it, washed down the drain. I also threw that bottle away and cleaned every possible place I used the spray at, even my own room.

I hadn't meant to hurt the monster, I just wanted it to stay away, but after going back to its room a few time and talking and playing with it, I found that it was really fun to be around.

I found out that he had a name--Kerolath, Kero for short--and he was the same age as me.

I didn't mind being locked in my playroom before but once I knew there was a whole other world inside of my toy box, I wanted in even when the door unlocked and my mom came home.

When I met Kerolaths parents when I got older, I apologized for accidentally blinding him. I knew nothing would ever make up for it but I think telling them that I really meant him no harm was what they wanted to hear.

Kero was able to come back to my room and play with me and my toys after that but I always helped him back home when he had to go back.

As we got older, our rooms changed but I begged my mother to let me keep the toybox, even when I threw out and donated all my old toys.

"What would you even keep it for, Shae," she had asked but I just shrugged and told her that it meant too much for me to get rid of.

She had laughed then, telling me that there was a point in time when I was terrified of the toy box.

I laughed as well and acted like I couldn't remember.

Kero came through my toy box when I came home from school and my mom was still at work, sometimes he'd be there waiting when I opened the door.

We were both 15 almost 16 so the room had changed from one of princesses and makeup stations and stuffed animals and toys to one of video games and gaming consoles, a cd player and various books on bookshelves.

He'd be lying on the rainbow rug, seemingly asleep with the light turned off but as I stepped into the room and turned on the light, he'd grin and sit up.

"Learn anything new," he'd ask.

His voice had gotten deep and husky throughout the years. He grew with me until he outgrew me. He had to duck when close to the ceiling fan for fear he'd take out another of the blades with his horns.

That had been a fun one to explain away.

Kero didn't just grow taller either, he bulked out, but his fur remained the same raven color it had always been, with the patches around his eyes still stained white.

He was so big and had so much muscle and smelt so good that he often had my cheeks burning as my teenage hormones went haywire.

I gave myself my first orgasm on the rainbow rug when I turned 16 to the thought of my toy box monster. And the 'amazing smell' Kero asked about the next day had me blushing as I told him I had no idea what he was talking about. I had been grateful in the moment that he couldn't see how red my cheeks had been.

I pulled myself out of my thoughts and had moved through the room to fall down into one of the giant bean bag chairs I had and, having felt a draft, turned around to see that my dress had flown up as I fell and my rear had been on display.

I was experimenting with thongs at this time, buying them without my mother for fear of what she'd say... And I just so happened to be wearing one that day.

Blushing, I had pushed my dress down and was again grateful that he hadn't seen what happened. I then watched as his face shifted and his tongue lulled out of his mouth.

"There it is again," he whispered huskily, "That smell."

I had pinched my thighs together as I watched him move closer but then his tongue moved back into his mouth and he cleared his throat.

"Sorry, I caught a whiff of something that smelled delicious again. Are you sure your mom isn't home and making dinner?"

I let out a shuddering breathed and shook my head, "No, she's at work. You must be having phantom smells again or something, Kero."

After that, I was careful of what I wore around him, trying my hardest to mask my scent but it was the times that he moved in closer, whispered into my ear, or touched a certain spot on my neck--even if all of this was with innocent intent--that he would get another whiff and get that dazed look on his face, his tongue lulling out.

After I graduated high school, I went straight into the workforce, getting a job at the company my mother worked at and I eventually moved out, taking my toy box with me.

I had a two-bedroom house so I put the toy box in the second room and kept it open for Kero to come through when he wanted, which was almost always.

You could say we roomed together now as he was always in my world more than he was in his.

He would say he hated how dull his world was after having seen mine and when I moved, he just stopped going back through the toy box when he didn't have to.

I eventually got another bed and he made the second bedroom his, only going home on Sundays to visit his family.

It was on these Sundays that I got the house to myself so I'd use it to my full advantage.

Even though I knew Kero couldn't see, he still had a remarkable sense of hearing and smell.

So, Sundays were the only days I'd walk around the house naked. I'd take long bathes and masturbate as many times as I wanted without Kero sniffing around.

"You still going to your families tomorrow," I asked one Saturday night.

We had been in the kitchen with me at the stove making dinner, him at the table reading. I had asked him one day how he read if he was blind and he told me his kind, where he was from, they had a different way of doing things. For humans, we read with our eyes and our fingers but for him, it was more of a feeling.

I still never quite understood what he meant but I went with it.

"Yeah, you know it's a thing with my parents. They want all their kids to come back on Sunday so...I have no choice."

I nodded though I knew he couldn't see it.

"All of your siblings visit your parents," I asked as I stirred the pot of chili.

"Yep. Vornes, Bazzegazon, Tagegazon, and Tigrame, though Baz and Tag try to get out every time because their girlfriend doesn't like being without them for a whole day. If only our parents cared," he snickered.

"When will you be leaving and when will you be coming back," I asked as I grabbed two bowls from the cabinet.

"Well," he sighed, "Time works differently but I'm sure I'll be gone well before you wake up and well after you fall asleep."

I turned around looked at him, "But you'll be here Monday when I get home from work...right?"

He set the book down then and sent a smirk my way, "My dear Shae-be...are you going to...miss me?"

I turned around a scoffed, "Don't call me that. And you're my best friend, Kero."

For being such a big guy, he moved quieter than even a mouse.

"You can still miss your best friend," his warm breath whispered against my neck, his hands on my hips and my heart was sent racing.

"Kero," I panted and shuddered and felt him move back.

I heard him chuckle before I heard the creak of the chair as he sat down again.

"You're so ticklish," he said as he picked up the book again.

***

I woke up the next day and made myself a big breakfast. I had a big day ahead of me, after all.

After eating, I took a shower so that I was nice and clean and once my body and my hair were dry enough, I dropped the towel into the laundry hamper and went to my bedroom to grab my toy from my bedside table drawer.

I then went into the living room and made sure all the curtains were closed tight so that no one could peek in and then I sat on the couch and pulled the coffee table closer.

Pulling the laptop from the bottom shelf of the coffee table, I powered it up and searched up a certain website.

After typing in what I was looking for, I turned up the volume just loud enough so that I could hear and spread my thighs before placing my feet on the edge of the table.

I loved watching the small women as they got pounded into by a big bulking guy. Those were my favorite--watching his monster cock ram in and out of her small hole, watching the fucked out expression on her face as she came around him...

Placing the toy to my lips, I swirled my tongue around the tip and then down the sides, wetting it before sliding it into my mouth just as the woman in the video was.

With my other hand, I first squeezed my breasts. I genuinely enjoyed that they were small and perky and could easily fit my hand. I pinched my nipples hard as the man on the screen pinched the woman's nipples, feeling her pleasure with her.

I was still sucking on the silicone cock in my mouth as my other hand traveled down my stomach and my fingers then found my mound.

Letting my fingers travel further, I got to feel just how wet I was. I was well lubricated as I ran my fingers through the slick mess and up to my clitoris before rubbing gentle circles at first.

I then brought the toy down to my lower lips as the man on the screen lined himself up with the woman's slit.

And when he rammed himself inside of her, I rammed the toy inside of myself, gasping at the feeling of the large toy inside of me and my fingers swirling my clitoris.

I came three times, having to take a small ten-minute break between each time in order to lose a bit of the sensitivity, and then fell asleep.

***

I woke up to hot air being puffed against my sex.

And when I finally opened my eyes, I saw Kero between my legs.

He had pushed the coffee table out of the way and hooked my knees over his shoulders.

His tongue was lulled out and he had a dazed look on his face.

"You were the smell the whole time," he whispered and his hot breathed against me had me shuddering.

"Kero," I whimpered and tried to push away but he held fast before smirking, "You're home early."

"The smell was faint when I came into your world but now that I'm here...it's stronger just now. Is it me, Shae? You get aroused by me?"

I watched as he blew cold air against me and I shivered, my knees unconsciously tensing and bringing him closer.

I whimpered again at how close he was, at how close his tongue was and the grin on his face.

"I can practically taste you, Shae," he whispered huskily and licked his lips and I was panting as I brought my hand down and spread my lower lips with my fingers.

I watched as he inhaled deeply, "You're teasing me. You've been teasing me since we were teenagers, haven't you? You got off on the rug in your playroom when you could've in your room."

My heart was beating faster than I thought humanly possible as his very large hands skimmed up my stomach and around to hold my sides, careful not to touch my breasts.

"And it was me you got off to, wasn't it? I heard you whispering, panting, and gasping my name, Shae. Your sweet voice was like a bright light and I was a moth drawn to you. I listened as you came that night and I came after you left the room. I wrapped myself in your smell and came into my fist. Will you make me again...tonight?"

My voice seemed non-existent at the moment and all I could do was scoot closer to his face and gasp as his sharp bottom canines touched on either side of my folds.

"Please, Kero," I whimpered and watched as his warm and wet tongue touched my wet and needy folds, parting them and then diving deep inside.

Gasping, I grasped onto his horns and kept him close as his big tongue slithered all over. First inside, deep inside, hitting spots I had no idea even existed, and then outside, circling my clitoris and making me pant.

I listened to him slurp me up, taking his fill of me as I got closer and closer to the edge of my climax.

"Kero, Kero, Kero, yes," I kept chanting as I used his horns to guide him to where I needed him most.

But then when his tongue moved south and I felt it run over my back hole, I shivered and whimpered again.

He kept licking over it before I felt him push in.

"Kero, wait--" I tried but my voice choked off as his tongue dove deep and wriggled inside.

I moaned for him and watched as he backed away before picking up the toy that I suction cupped to the coffee table.

"This had your scent the strongest. It was what drew me in. Let's see you draw it in."

He rubbed it around my slippery folds and then rolled his tongue all over it, tasting me on it, and watching Kero lick a huge cock had me more excited than I ever thought it would.

He then smirked as he rubbed it around my back hole, somewhere that I had never had anything before, especially not that big of a toy.

"Wait, Kero, it's too bi--"

But he was already pushing it forward, shushing me as his fingers pressing on my tongue.

I whimpered around his fingers as I took the toy and stretched around it.

"That's my good girl," he whispered as he pushed it all in and let it sit while I got used to the size.

It hurt but once the pain subsided and he began moving it within me, I was moaning for him to go faster, to give me more.

"You want more," he asked with a grin and stood up.

And what I saw dangling between his thighs was one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen.

It was black, the color of his fur, and had a huge knot at the end and came to a blunt tip.

I must've been staring because the next thing I know, his finger is under my chin, lifting my eyes to his face to get my attention.

"You want it," he asked with a smirk, "Beg for it, Shae. Beg me to fuck you."

Reaching up, I placed my hand at the back of his neck and pulled him down, feeling his hands go on either side of my head on the back of the couch as he bent down to me.

"Please," I breathed against his lips, "Please fuck me, Kero. Please fuck me, please," I begged and kissed him.

I heard him groan as he pressed his lips to mine and then licked my lips before lining himself at my entrance.

"Please," I whimpered as I felt the head of his cock push past my lower lips.

"Shae, fuck," he gasped as he pushed in further until his knot was at my lips.

I felt so full with the huge toy in my ass and his monster cock in my pussy. I was in heaven as he began to move and pulled the toy out with him, thrusting him and the toy in at the same time, causing me to gasp.

"Only," he groaned as he fucked me, "In my wildest dreams, Shae, have I ever," he groaned again, "Fucked your tiny, wet pussy."

"Harder, Kero," I begged and instantly got what I wanted as he began pounding into me. Leaving the toy all the way in to the hilt, he fucked me hard, moving the couch back with each powerful thrust.

"Kero," I cried, "Please!"

"What, my love? What would you like," he asked me sweetly, his hand on the side of my neck, stroking one of my sensitive spots.

I began to push him away, causing his face to move into an expression of confusion.

"Did I hurt you, Shae," he asked but backed away.

I turned over so that my ass was out to him and my chest was against the back of the couch before I grabbed one of his hands and placed it on my hip.

"Fuck me hard, Kero," I asked and I felt him move closer until he was pushing into me again.

And the first push in was heaven but as he put one of his knees on the couch and rammed into me, I was out of my body with pleasure.

This was everything I had ever wanted. It was Kero and it was him being rough like the men that I loved watching on that website.

"Shae, so tight around me. I might go early," he chuckled low in my ear and I shook my head. I wanted him all night long.

But it was, in fact, me who came early.

It was only a few of his powerful thrusts into me in this position that I came around him, causing him to gasp and shudder and then hold my hips tightly in his large hands.

"Fuck, Shae. I nearly--," his pounding into me sent aftershocks electrifying my body and causing me to squeeze around him tightly.

He jerked and pushed his knot into me, making me gasp as he stretched me further and locked himself into place with a choking gasp.

Kero doubled over, holding me tightly around my waist as he rocked within me. I listened to his whimpers and chuckled through my haze.

"Too much," I asked slowly, still feeling the effects of my earth-shattering orgasm.

"Too tight," he squeezed my hip, "too sensitive," he breathed out.

After his knot shrunk and he was able to pull himself and the toy in my ass out, he hauled me into the shower and rinsed me off, and when his fingers went in between my thighs, I grasped his arm and shuddered, listening to his chuckle.

"I made a mess down here," he whispered into my ear and licked my neck, leaving his scent.

"You can make a mess down there anytime," I promised as I pulled his lips to mine.

He pulled back and smile down at me.

"I love you," he said gently, rubbing the pad of his thumb over my lips.

"I love you too, Kero. I always have," I replied and put my arms around his large frame.

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Do You Remember? (part 2)

A/N: Here’s the highly requested part 2 that I’ve taken forever to write and release! Click here for part 1!

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“Is my daddy late again?” Ashanti questioned aloud as she sat at her tiny desk with her eyes still focused on her drawing.

It was half past 3 and school let out at....3. So yes he was late again.

You sighed deeply coming up to her desk and crouching down. “Yes he is. But while we wait for him, We can do something fun.”

The little girl got excited with a wide smile that matched her father’s. “Like what?!”

You tapped your chin in fake, deep thought. “How about weeeee get some homework done?”

Ashanti poured folding her arms. “That’s not fun!”

“That’s because you’re not doing your homework my way!”

“Really? My daddy says his way is fun.”

You raised an eyebrow glancing at her skeptically. “What’s his way?”

She pulled at her homework sheet from her green and purple Princess and the Frog backpack. She gestured towards a problem that was 5-2.

“There are 5 Black Panthers and 2 of them sell out and support the white man. How many Black panthers are left?”

You stared at the 6 year old in astonishment and tried your hardest to hold back a laugh. You should not be surprised but you still are. Erik managed to sneak his pro blackness in a simple math problem.

“Ok let me show you the fun way.” You tried not to laugh as you went back to your desk, grabbing a bag of assorted candy. As you were doing homework with the girl, she kept staring at you between problems. You looked up at her and smiled.

“What is it, Ashanti?”

She got shy, looked down at her paper, and mumbled something.

“Huh?”

“Can you be my mommy?”

That question completely caught you off guard. You were rendered speechless. You’ve been dating Erik for a couple weeks now but you two weren’t official yet. Even though you told Ashanti you were just friends, she loved you and had high hopes for the future. This was moving too fast.

“You want me to be your mommy?”

“Yes. I don’t have a mommy and I really want one. So can you be my mommy?”

Before you could respond, Erik burst through the door with a big ass grin and one hand behind his back. The hand that was visible was a small jaguar stuffed animal and you saw Ashanti’s eyes grew in happiness as she ran out of her seat to hug Erik.

“Daddy, you got it!” She took the stuffed animal and hugged it tight.

“I had to. For my Princess.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Daddy’s sorry he was late again, baby. Hopefully this makes it up for it.”

You were so focused on the adorably scene in front of you and Ashanti’s question floating in your head that you didn’t even notice Erik coming up to you with a smirk on his face.

“Now for you, I’m sorry I’m late again but I got something to ask you.” He brought his other arm into view revealing a beautiful bouquet of orchids. You instantly smiled at the display.

“I felt like roses are overrated but here’s some pretty flowers for a pretty lady.”

“Thank you, Erik.” You went in to kiss him but remembered Ashanti was right there, watching with hopeful eyes. You pulled him for a hug instead and he whispered in your ear:

“You owe me that kiss.”

You couldn’t help the giggle you released at his words and pulled away. Erik grabbed Ashanti and they said their goodbyes. Your smile dropped once they left. You were conflicted and you needed someone to talk to about it.

“You finally get rid of all your brats?” Your good friend Evan popped inside your classroom. “You’ve always been the last teacher to leave.”

Evan has been your good friend through college that you met in one of your major classes. After graduation, you two were hired at the same elementary school which was great for you because the rest of the teachers were other races. You two were the only the black teachers in the school.

“Awww shit something’s bugging you. Talk to me.” He took a seat in the chair in front of your desk and you sighed deeply.

“So I’m dating someone-“

His thick dark eyebrows rose to his hairline. “What? Wow I’m shocked but I’m happy for you. It was about time you started dating after.......”

You shook your head. “Yeah. I don’t wanna talk about that. Anyways, he’s actually a guy from high school that I reconnected with and he’s so amazing. He’s cute, funny, sweet. I just really really like him.”

Evan furrowed his eyebrows and waved his hand as if he was saying to go on. “He has a daughter. A young daughter. 6 years old.”

Evan’s mouth forced an O in understanding. Due to Evan knowing your past, he understood why this was a deeper issue than it would seem to the average woman.

“And I love his daughter and she loves me! And she asked me to be her mommy.”

“Where’s her mom?”

You waved him off. “It’s a long story. All you need to know is that her mom left her before she could even hold her head up.”

Evan let out a low whistle shaking his head. “That’s tough. Wait, are you even his girlfriend? And his daughter knows about you?”

You had to leave out the fact the daughter in question was one of your students. The last thing you needed was to be judged and/or have that exposed. Not that you didn’t trust Evan, but you weren’t going to take any chances.

“We’re not official but I think he’s going to ask me and this is hard because I really like him, Evan! I like him a lot! I like his daughter! I just never seen myself as a stepmother and I know I was ready to date again but I’m not ready for-“

Evan grabbed your hands to stop you from rambling more. “Re-lax. I can see you really like him and don’t want to lose him but this is a lot for you to sign up for. Just give yourself some time to reflect on it and figure out if the kid is a dealbreaker or not. Once you took enough time, let him know what’s up. Just be honest. Niggas love honesty.” He sat up straight, leaning in. “He is a nigga, right?”

You laughed. “Yes he is.”

Your friend sat back in the chair. “Oh ok. Yeah like I said, don’t stress yourself about it. Keep in mind though that when a nigga has a kid, you’re always going to come in second. She’s his priority and not you. He’ll pick her over you all the time.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Thanks Evan. I had no idea.” You replied sarcastically as he stood out of the chair and grinned at you.

“It’s only because I love you.”

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Erik was staring at his phone losing his mind. He didn’t know if he should text you first or wait for you to text. This shit was annoying. You technically wasn’t his girlfriend so he couldn’t even get mad at you for texting him back. Damn, he should’ve asked you to be his girlfriend already but he was too fucking scared!

Honestly, you were the furthest he got with a woman since being with Ashanti’s surrogate. Every time he tried to date, the women couldn’t handle the fact that he was a single father doing it all by himself. They couldn’t handle the fact that his daughter came first, no matter what. He warned each of them of this. They acted like they could handle it until he would cancel dates because Ashanti was sick or he didn’t have a sitter. He didn’t feel like he had to warn you. Just had a strong feeling you knew and understood.

What if he’s wrong?

Those women didn’t want a man with a kid and Erik didn’t blame them for that. Shit, before Ashanti was conceived, he wanted nothing to do with single moms. He just wished they didn’t act like they were ok with it and end up wasting his time.

He groaned grabbing his phone and dialing a number feeling his heart racing as he waited impatiently.

“Hi Erik.” A female voice greeted him.

“Nakia, put T on the phone. It’s important.”

“Oh yeah I’m doing fine. Thanks for asking.” His cousin’s fiancée replied sarcastically.

Erik winced and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Sorry Nakia.”

She began to giggle on the other line. “That new girl has you on edge, I see. T’Challa!”

There was some silence on the other end until Erik heard the familiar male voice pick up.

“T, man, I don’t know what to do. I haven’t heard from this girl since Friday. Nigga it’s Sunday! Last time I saw her, I gave her flowers and we seemed good but now she just ghosted me and now a nigga is feeling like she can’t handle me having a kid or something. Nigga, I don’t know.”

When Erik finished this rant, all he heard was his cousin laughing on the other end. He furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance. He let him go but if he kept going, he was gonna have to cuss him out.

“Wow Erik. You really like this girl.” T’Challa observed with some humor in his voice. “The past girls, you would just pay them no mind but this one....this one is different. A good different.”

Erik exhaled deeply taking a seat at his kitchen table. “Yeah man. She’s different from the rest. I have a feeling that if I lose her....that shit is gonna really hurt.” “Well it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” There was a blanket of silence after T’Challa said that and left Erik thinking. He thought and thought until he came up with the right words to say what he was feeling.

“Shut your bitch ass up.”

On Monday, Erik was on time to pick his daughter up this time. You were hoping he would be late so you could delay seeing him but of course, shit didn’t work out in your favor. However, it did because you saw him but he didn’t see you. You were grateful for that because you wanted to see him but weren’t sure if you were ready to talk to him.

You stayed in your classroom packing up your things when Erik walked into the room. You looked up at him, taking a deep breath.

“Did I do something? You’ve been ducking and dodging me this whole weekend. If I did something wrong, you know you can tell me. I-“

You cut him off before he could go any further. “It’s not you, Erik. It’s really not. You’re an amazing guy and I really like you. I just got nervous.”

Erik was perplexed. “Nervous for what?”

You sighed shaking your head. “It’s just that day you picked Ashanti up, she asked me to be her mommy and I-“

Erik held his hand up cutting you off this time. “I get it. It’s a lot. I’m asking you to accept a lot here and Ashanti not having a mother makes it even harder. I’m sorry.”

You took his hands. “No, Erik! I love her. I see all my students like my own children, especially Ashanti. I adore her. It’s just that...” you sighed deeply not sure if you should even tell him this but you didn’t wanna lose him.

“Kids just never seemed like a possibility for me and when I finally accepted it, it’s kinda happening, it’s a bit overwhelming but I want to be with you and Ashanti. Even though it’s a lot.”

Erik breathed a sigh of relief, touching your cheek. “You could’ve just told me that and I would’ve understood, baby girl. You had me worried.”

You laughed tiredly. “I’m sorry. I’m just really bad with words and I just wanted to make sure I got it out right.”

“Yeah I remember that. Back in Physics, when Mr. Borden asked you the answer to the problem gestured towards that big ass zero on the board and you said “uhh bagel?”

You began to snicker as you covered your face with your hands. “I skipped breakfast that morning! I was hungry.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Erik kept chuckling and calmed down, getting serious again. “I’m guessing I don’t gotta ask you my question because I think I got my answer.” He got up from his seat to leave and you stopped him.

“Wait a minute. You didn’t even ask me. That’s not fair.”

This was the first time, in your time of knowing him, that you’ve seen Erik getting shy and nervous. He was stealing your thing. It was cute on him so you’ll let it slide.

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend? We don’t gotta rush anything. We can still take things slow if that’s what you want. I just....want to be able to call you mine now.” You could feel the tingling in your cheeks as you went around your desk to pull him into an embrace and pecked his lips, smiling.

“Yes. I will be your girlfriend.”

You heard him chuckle. “I probably should’ve said princess.”

You pulled away, raising an eyebrow. “Princess?”

He began to chuckle even more. “Yeah. Ashanti called you a princess and said I gotta kiss the princess. She watches too much Disney. That’s my fault though. Should’ve made her little ass watch a Malcolm X documentary or some shit.”

You started laughing with him, touched that the sweet little girl viewed you as a princess. “I’ll take princess too”

Erik grinned and bit his bottom lip. “So can I take my princess out to dinner?”

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Maybel Rhodes: Protectress

Itchy arms. My armbumps bumps take over life and chew my head off like a black mother. Even the sleeves of this sweater craddle these potholes as an english muffin craddles butter. But I'm more than my bumps and I'd make a quip on Fergie, but I'm no Joan Rivers. I'm small, meager. At eighteen, trying to find myself, live my own life. Typical teen drama, boring narrative, sob story. bored already. But know what isn't boring? I like strawberry shortcake and cheeseless pizzas. I have hopes of becoming a journalist and actually leading a career as moreof a Clark Kent than a Mary Jane or whatever the fuck that bitch's name is. Mary Anne? That used to be the name of one of my teachers. Going off; just thinking these thoughts while skateboarding to highschool.

Stay on the sides, away from cars, on the sidewalk, not too close to the white kids. White kids mean white mess, white messes mean cops who sweep the streets and take all the black kids with them in the process. I'm not a racist, just a black kid trying to stay alive in white america. Thank god I'm a weak bitch, one who cries for black men, one who doesn't face real issues like projected aggression. I'm a butterfly, something that men swat away and don't care about until MeToo movements. Gotta be careful but not too careful, kind but not too kind, firm but not a bitch, bitch but not a faggot. faggots suck.

No one thinks to ask these questions, here this thoughts. They see a black woman, better yet, a black female child. Worse thing to live in a ghetto. Sike; I say that I'm black and in a ghetto and get sob points. Fucking racist. I'm skating to one of those Fresh Prince schools. Didn't move on up, I'm simply moving; parents are mid class well grounded and guess what? My parents are still together. Probably breaking up soon but still breaking barriors of broke baby daddies and black slutty whore mothers who don't believe in abortion.

That's humor in of itself. A black kid skates into a white neighborhood with white sidewalks and doesn't have a nigger daddy and nigger mommy. What can be said by those PTA suburban soccer moms who want to demonise me and my own? Or am I palatable and a token black?

Making good grades, going to class on time. Only thing is, I don't have any friends to call. Even if I had one of those top quality iPhone 411s, I still wouldn't want to burden myself with filling up those high-techy contact lists. It's all bullshit after all, just capitalistic bilge. Something to fill the void without actually trying to let the public know that the void they're filling chalks up to capitalism. But again, those little tangents? "What does this have to do with having friends?" Everything. I don't give a shit, I accept shit. I tell things like it is, speak with lisps or change it up by sounding like an oxford professor.Not going to just abandon stream of consciousness 'cause class just started. This aint sims 4 and life ain't something that can be controlled; sped up or slowed down for the sake of an other's pleasure. I'm learning about shit that I'll never use like economics. That's shit that the government gives the state to teach, a little but not enough for highschoolers to overwhelm the system and decide "fuck student loans".

Not too bad here, though. Not all just "fuck hyschool" and teenaged angst. I go to the library, read books, go on my computer, listening to some Biggie and MFDoom and Tribe. Guess I am a nigger. Nigger-me and my nigger music. Even tththough it's they inspiration for they cracker music. Hate on us enough to keep us down but keep us up enough to steal from us. Today I'm reading some teen dystopian fantasy novel that I don't feel inclined to share with you guys. And no, it's not Hunger Games. It's Gunger Hames, the cousin of the franchise. Whoops just gave ya'll the name sorry. Either way I'm into that. Idea of a not-so-distant-future; humans making mistakes that fuck up the planet---disregarding that fact long enough so that the white main character can get it on with someone from the other side. Modern day Romeo and Juliett.

End of lunch, going back to class. It's back to back all day; boring teen shit that nobody cares about. Raising hands, answering questions, not understanding anything by the end of the day. Getting by is my motto. Long enough to get an A in the class and be on those ivy league watchlists. Even if I have to bust my ass to pay for student loans. Leaving highschool after all that non-work---no friends to lie to, no one to walk with, just me and my skateboard. These white paths not dirtied by brown except for my dirt body moving at the speed that a skateboard will go. Shift right here and there. Move away from rocks so that I don't fall headfirst. It's good shit. Here and there there are stone pebbles, blunts from---ironically enough--- the white kids and sharp object that I can't identify. FUCK. I don't have time to move around it and I can't just run offf. My leg'll get cut by it. Gotta just build up enough speed to roll over. Rolling...rolling...here it comes. Crouch down, focus, focus, pump speed anddddd....it stops my speed and loosens one of my bearings. Now I gotta walk the rest of the way back to my white little house with a white picket fence. Man screw--haha pun---this object. I have to use my 20/20 vision to find some small silver bolt that'll practically blend in with this bright ass sidewalk. Fuck white America.

In a little patch of weeds growing like black fists raising in the air I see the bolt and the responsible party for tossing me off the board. I raise my foot to crush this sonnofabiscuit like a bug so that some white kid's bike tire doesn't get licked---mind you this should be considered community service---and I figure that I won't ruin my rubber soles on the glass, so I'll just pick it up and toss it into the sewer. I put the bolt in my sweatpants pocket to keep it safe. I bend over again to peer at the crack in the sidewalk that I'll punt to the other side of the street where the other half of the street lives. It has tribal markings on it and must be, gasp, an ancient arcane ruin that'll give me superpowers. Kidding, you dumb bitch. "Why am I talking to myself this way? Jeez, some self-improvement classes would be nice". It's a bracelet made of some sort of beads. Kindof pretty but caked up with dirt and sand like no-one's business. I'm no Rocket Racoon so I just leave it. Even if I felt that it was interesting enough, I'd have to clean it off and disinfect it. It would just ruin the material underneath. Hm. Hm. Hm. Hm. Hm. Hm. Lemme stop; for real, in this white bread neighborhood, I might be able to get it appraised and pawn it off for some money or at the very least, see if it's worth keeping. I know; "this is the start of every horror movie", every tv show. I get it, but I'll cleanse the jewelry before wearing it. It's fine. It's fine. Hope it's fine. Jeez.

I put the bracelet in my other pocket away from the bolt and walk back home. The soles of my feet hit the white pavement and my feet move in the fashion of jubillee ferris wheels. Slowly rise in a circle, fall in perfect arch. Walking is divine poetry in of itself. Not too long now. A little further. Feels like the day is stretching. Still light outside and the summer-brink of fall--air is warming my rectum. "Oh god, what's with gays and their rectums". You know your g-spot is in your ass, men. It feels good for us too you know. Nice coolness for the butthole----rectum is for men, butthole is for women. I think. See? Not a Cliff Huxtable type; don't know everything. Not an Urkle. Conversations with myself like this are truly golden (ponyboy).

Fondle the silver piece, twist it in lock, get somewhere new. Novel design, simple concept. My rubber soles give me cat-walking abilities and I edge up the stairs. Hear shuffling downstairs in the kitchen. But the smell of musky forest wood with a hint of olive tells me that it's just my father. I'd announce my presence but this isn't a sitcom and I have a phone that I can use to text. Who talks nowadays?

On the table near the keyrack, I scoop into my pockets in search of the goods. The warm cotton touches the cool silver bolt. Set it aside to attach it to the skateboard later. "Why not now?" That'll be a problem for me to solve tomorrow. "Procrastination isn't good" Yeah I know. I've read the same 1990's health pamphlet that the health teachers give out. I hug my side to reach around for the other pocket. Same warmth, same feeling of comfort except...it's a new sensation. Hollow and porous. It's either bone carved into beads or plastic. Hope to...Well, not God, maybe I hope to goodness? Goodness? What am I? A preacher? Maybe that's why I like 16 year old boys. Anyway. It's too white over here for it to be bone. Unless it's some cracker who brought over some hoodoo shit and dropped it somewere. Great. Gonna burn some incense to cleanse it. Then gonna toss it somewhere so that it can't hurt anyone. Wait. It doesn't FEEL menacing. No darkness, no coldness, there's a comfort to be had. I don't see any visible engravings, no bite marks no arcane symbols. It may be safe. Just to be sure, I'm keeping it downstairs for it to curse someone else in the house. I rise up the stairs into the wide landing. Step, rise, step, rise, step, rise. Before I get to the top, I feel funny. Not sick funny or CURSED funny, but someone-is-in-my-presence funny. Strech my neck to look over my shoulder. Not too far to show interest but far enough to see what's going on---it's my dad handling the bracelet.

I whip my body around and I suppose this gives him a start.

"Hey, just got back from school. I'm pretty tired which is why I didn't want to talk. Found that bracelet in the sidewalk cracks before my skateboard broke. I wouldn't touch it if I were you. Don't know if it's cursed or not."

"Cursed? Bee, this is a genuine Sudanese artifact."

"Huh? When'd you turn into a archeologist? Or are you just nerding out about a 'special interest'"

"Har har. Nothing like that. This area used to be an auction town for slaves shipped from Sudan. Martinsville, Pennsylvania wasn't necessarily known for it's 'clean hands' you know. Gentrification made the area look nicer but its history is still pretty shit-covered."

"Ah, I remember now. I heard about this in history class" No I haven't. I don't even have history. Just want to stop talking to him about some dumb bracelet. "Can it sell for big bucks at a pawnshop?"

"I mean, sure if you'd like to get rid of it. Better to give it to the local museum though! It looks to me like it's made out of elephant tusks. Pretty well preserved too! The wearer must've been some warrior. They only wear these types of jewelry if they're the village's protectors. That's what I've read online anyway. You know how the interweb is though. Could be false."

"Oh wow. Ivory? That's a pretty dirty trade. Don't want to give something like that up to white people who continue to promote the trade. This'll just make the ivory market worse. I may keep it; I just wonder if it's cursed or something. I'll ask a local witchcraft practitioner to check it out tomorrow. Can I have thirty bucks for an appraisal along with an after-school snack?"

"Thirty? What're you going to buy? A salmon dinner with asparagus and steak? I'm not giving you Carabbas money. I can do 18. Enough for some street food."

"Not enough for the appraisal!"

"I'm sure the person will be able to work something out for you. You look twelve. You can play the 'Uwu I'm a baby who has no money, please help me out adult!' card. Or, how about this: pretend to be doing a research project for school on Sudanese slaves in the area. Just act like the school lent you the bracelet for the project"

"So lie?"

"I call it embellishment."

"I see"

I reached into his calloused palm and stole its contents, As a thief, I ran upstairs away from the site of the crime, away from the demons that lurked beneath the stairs. That's customary practice when going up stairs, right? To haul ass like there's no tomorrow like we're that black chick from Scary Movie? Sounds about right. I heaved and ho'd swinging my body back and forth up the stairs. Snaking my way into my room where I burrow for my after-school nap. That's what I tell my parents anyway. What I really do is blaze up in my room and turn on the fan. Gotta keep the smoke minimal. "Such a typical teen". Yeah, whatever. Like your generation wasn't popping ass and drinking bathtub wine when ya'll were young, Get outta here.

It's a good high. Kind where you'd listen to lofi and eat peanuts just for the fun of it. Another bong hit. Satisfying. I'm just leaning back on my sofa; it's firm and uncomfy but when I'm blazed, don't none of it matter. I could lose all of my words...give up....let....go.....

"...."

"What is this energy I'm feeling? So warm and electric. Is this love? Am I so sexually frustrated that I'm in love with a bong? Shit, I fuck with that. That's pretty words. 'I'm in love with my bong'. Such nice love. haha."

I'm hungry and it's four am. The weed has worn off. So tired man. Gotta go downstairs for some chips or something. Hungry to the max. Munchies munchies munchies for the weed monster. What a drug.

I creep down the stairs and up once more. My bare footpads cling to the hardwood and leave sweat prints in the shape of my stompers. During my ascent I leave crumbs. Have the house feeling like a Brother's Grimm story. I satisfy my snack desires as I prepare for school in the next hour.

Running water on my arms. Three passes of lotion on arms and legs. Can't be the ashy black kid that look like they an African living in a dirt house. Ain't able to help the rough patches that coat my body but I can help keep my skin moisturized.

A'ight. Got my fit got my board. Just have to screw the bolt back on and find the bracelet. Shit. Left it upstairs. I'm already late as hell. Rushing up the stairs. Search for the bracelet, find it, get out house. Objectives objectives. I spot it from afar and gravitating toward it, put it gingerly in my pocket. Kindof like someone would with a used tissue. Aren't humans gross? I mean, snot? Bacteria-filled snot? Nasty. Thoughts gone, make brain go from thinking to doing. descending now. Board in arm, door opens with the flick of the wrist and just like that, I'm outty. Deck on ground I put my best foot forward and ram it onto the hard cement to push myself forward. Sorry foot, betrayals sure do suck.

School begins, in class siting in a chair. All day, several hours. Ah, the beloved system at work. Great to know that there are adults who "work" all day by keeping kids seated in a chair. Very progressive, America. Library break? I think so. On my laptop, I pull out webpages on the pocketed---the word reminds me of 'closeted---bracelet. NOW I'm imagining a gay bracelet. hilarious. Great. Typing 'Gay Bracelet' into the search bar and am getting rainbow plastic bands. Ya know, the ones that they sell at Hot Topic during pride month.

"Damn, I'm getting sidetracked" She mutters to herself. Imagine if life were a story being told by some omnipotent force? omnipresent? Think that's the word.

With a bit of typing and a bit of focus. Swift movement of hunched fingers. All is complete, then some. Ogdle: "common of the Azande warriors were pieces to signify their status such as septum tusks, mouth disks, necklaces and other adornments. Bones and tusks were common materials of such articles."

Crazy how this history is hidden. Power was taken from us and buried so deep. We're the originals but every piece of history buried underground. Hidden, secretive Big Bad America. Tale fit for young people all over. Democracy, boo yah.

Train whistle blowing through the air. No train nearby, just the sound of a change in the block. I put it all away, sweep it into my bag. Everything is so messy, so fast. On schooldays like this, it feels hard to even take time to breathe. But I get by since the system wants me to. Think I'm going to skip. Not that the next two classes even matter in the long run. "Such a poor black baby, representing her race so poorly". Yeah yeah. Not the black chick that highschools would put on a recruiting card.

Just another push....door after door falling at my fingertips. The same once that touch the coarse sandpaper of my board. Foot on, foot off. kick once, twice, thrice, now we surf the cement. Now it's time to visit good the kind old black woman who practices witchcraft on dolls. That's what you'd think right? No, they're native and keep old customs within the community. Everyone calls them---agender--- Sage. Nonbinary native americans are actually more common than people think.

Before selling the bracelet to some old rich white drudge of society, I wanna be sure that the bracelet can be cleansed first. I mean. To give away black history to the white man? Hellll no with multiple "l's". It is a pretty long ride there, even on a board. Rumbly road. Pebbles everywhere. Thousands of little rocks acting as smaller wheels vying to fling me off. It's too much.

Mumbling of my own. "Where's gentrification when you need it?" Alright, yes I get it. It's a bad joke. Of course gentrification is bad. Blah blah. Time to pick up my skateboard I guess. Walking on this ground feels just as bad as suicide. Feaful of getting my ass flung into the afterlife. Few yards left....or at least fifty feet. Forty eight, forty five, forty-however-long.

Ended up reaching it after twenty minutes. This trip better be worth it.

"Hi there, Miss Sage. Mind checking out this bracelet for me? I need to check it for a curse or evil energy. My cheap father didn't give me enough for a full appraisal but what can you do with nine dollars?"

"For nine? Not much, doll? What was your name again? You look young, do you have an adult's approval for this?"

"Oh, right. You've got me. It's for a school project. School each student a historical object to research. I figured you'd be able to help me get an 'A' on the project, you know?"

"Your manners are lacking but you seem young, so I'll let you pass. Allow me to take a look at it, if you please?"

God. Full-fledged adults really are something else. I'm only eighteen, not eight. Guess I look younger than I am----

Sage starts burning this wood that's tied with string. Incense maybe?

"That incense?"

"It's a closed practice really, so I don't want to expose anything. But it is a form of incense that I prefer to use to cleanse the spirit of objects and areas."

"Ah, didn't mean to intrude. I'm glad that there are still practices that you keep to yourself. Nothing like the White Man stripping us of our culture."

I got a soft chuckle out of them. Glad that they're able to lighten up a bit.

"..."

"OK, so here's what I've found. There's immense energy here; the power coming off of this thing is tremendous. There's nothing negative about this piece. How'd you ever come across it, again? School, you said? Shame that you'll have to give it back. Something like this would provide a large power surge to spirituals. I'd pay a pretty penny for this."

"Mhm"

"Wonder how the school even came across this. I tell you what. Ask your school where I can find something like this and perhaps I'll give you a little something for your intel, huh?"

"Oh. Sure. I'll just--uh---"

"Right, right, right. The bracelet, I'm sorry. Really, it's more an anklet truly, but--ya know what? I'm sorry. Here ya go"

"...take it from ya. Thanks."

"No problem. Come back with more info on the anklet. That'll be your payment for my time"

Got 'caught in a lie it seems. Don't know how I'll snake my way out of this one.

"Brrrrrzzzzz"

Shit, it's five. My dad's probably looking for me.

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Chapter two:

" You skipped class? Bee, I know that you're better than this."

God moms bitch too much. Must be the nursing job coupled with her daily acting gigs that make her so aggro.

"I hear ya, mom. I just had some research to conduct after school..."

"Research? Which kind---?"

"The school kind. I don't know what else you want me to say. I'm sorry for skipping lasses. I got too overzealous and went in over my head. It won't happen again."

"Tskk. Better not. I know that I'm gone almost every hour of the day, but please give me a break, baby. Please just listen to your father and follow the rules. All I ask."

"Mhm, even though he-----you know what, nevermind. Am I dismissed? I have to write up today's school report to type"

Phew. Gonna hit the bong now to calm down from this encounter.

Fuck homework. .... ..... Mhm.

Five minutes passs. Fifteen, twenty. Maybe not minutes. hours? seconds? Time is too funny. With LEDs on, the vibe is fatallll. Still have to open a window to let out the smoke but gosh is this magical.

Mhm magic. Does it even exist? Doubt it. It's all science, right? ....

.....

Right. Like, this anklet. Not real power. Not real magic. Just something people believe in. Like God. It's all faith.

"So, theoretically, I could even put it on my person and nothing would even happen"

"And, so it begins"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT VOICE" and why am I screaming?

Get off, get off, get off! Something's dripping on me.

"Tears, they're tears"

Oh god, I fucked up. I knew that I shouldn't have smoked that much. Knew it'd bite me in the ass one day. Now I'm fear-crying. I NEVER FEAR CRY.

It's all a dream maybe. Go to sleep, Bee. Just take a weed nap.

"Ba ba bang"

A booming voice raspy from coffee withdrawal.

"Everything OK in there Bee? You're about to be late for school."

Shit!

No time for conversation. Move it move it move it.

"'Cmon Bee. I'll drop you off at school on my way to the college".

Bookbag? Check. Board? Check.

I feel the rush of air against my cheeks as I fly out the door and jump into the getaway car. Fast, but atleast I'm not Furious. Dad and I chat it up all the way until the tires cross the smooth pavement of school grounds. Departing words are exchanged along with "I love you's" and "knock 'em deads".

That familiar sound. Principal as the school conductor. "Chooo". Just as it drones, my body moves to the steps of teens dragging their feet toward their dreaded first classes of the day. The light of morning cradles the marble arches of the school entrance until the sun starts to suck in the morning cold to blow out midday warmth.

"So, who are you, voice? What's your angle? Typing ensues. The screen watches my fleeting pupils; left, right, side, side. Wouldn't be surprised if the computer got whiplash from me. One scroll, two, three. Read a page. Nothing. Another website. Up and down; my fingers are cramped now. Nada. New Oogdle search: "Can I hear voices with weed smoking." Now I have a hit; "yes weed can have you seeing voices. Many aren't even your own. Maybe lay off the TV for a while."

"Thanks 'BouncyNina29'. Quora is one hell of a place." Guess it must've just been the drugs then. Hilarious, me hearing some voice. "Gotta lay off the bong smoking".

"Shhh!!" Some nerd in a striped beanie raised a finger to pursed lips.

Sorry, sorry....Jeez. "My bad" You know what? Maybe I can visit----

the train whistle interrupts my 11pm "ball" with myself. "Dammit". OK. Maybe I can bribe one of the delinquents behind the school to take my place in English. Teacher's not there anyway; the sub won't know the difference. Time to go pay someone off.

"..."

"Here ya go, five dollars."

"A'ight and you said what room that English class in?"

"301 B man. It's at the end of the third floor, right wing. Hard to miss and---remember---my name is Maybel Rhodes. Just fake like you're doing some work and no one will even notice that you're not me. I'm a loner, so, that'll work."

"Mhm hmm. I hear ya Maple"

"MayBEL"

"Yeah, that's what I said"

Scoff. In a smooth curvular motion, I plant my feet on the board and race to Sage's before their store closes.

As I approach, they're putting a silver key in a lock. Gah! The store closed.

"Miss Sage---"

"Gah! Don't do that!! Scaring me and sh--I mean, 'crap'. Scaring me and crap. Look kid, I'm closed right now but we open tomorrow. By then, I'll have the energy to discuss your school's anklet with you. Actually, about that. Do you have intel on where the-----"

"Yes, yes. About that, see...I lied. I didn't really get it from the school. I found it on the ground somewhere."

"'Found it on the ground somewhere' is code for 'I don't have money to pay nor do I have anything else to provide'? Am I getting warmer?"

"Look Miss Sage, I'm really sorry. Hey---look at it this way. I'm in debt to you. If you'll just help me with one teensy little thing, I'll ask my dad for some food money and will give you every cent he gives, alright?"

"Kid, that's not how an adult runs a business. Call what I gave you yesterday a 'freebie'. You're banned from the store. Good night."

Wait. "Wait" Their stride is aimed toward their silver camry. Yeah, I know a camry. Did you expect them to be riding a horse? Racist. Sage acts as though they don't hear and gets into their seat, key in ignition. One twist away before exiting the rocky parking area.

"IT SPOKE TO ME" Yup. That is how I yelled it. All caps, woke some birds up even. Just like in those Loony Toon cartoons. Is that why they're called "Loony Toons" 'cause they're loony cart----

Now they exit their car, slamming the heavy metal door. "What did you say? It...SPOKE...to you? What do you mean 'it'?"

Mhm Mhm. Just prepping my throat. "I wore it on my ankle and I heard a voice that has never existed before in the chasms----"

"Stop the theatrics"

"....Chasms of my mind. It was a male. Around your age in old-timey-ness."

"Har har."

"But it's the truth!" Why won't they believe a magical voice but insist that sage, a random plant, purifies the air?

Their chest contracts and expands in a sigh. Sage closes their eyes for a second. I could practically smell the gears turning. Need some WD-40, really. "Fine. Come by the store Saturday. That way, no one will be in to eavesdrop."

"Deal!"

"And bring actual MULA this time or else we won't have our little discussion". Crud.

"...."

"What are you thinking Sage?" No response. I paid one hundred fifty dollars for this after BEGGING both my folks (who think I'm using it to enroll in some after school sport) to slide me some cash so that I can 'better myself as an individual and actually do something with my time as well'. Lies are no good.

"Shh! Let me think, please!" Sage subverts their attention from me back onto the tarot cards laid in front of them----exactly where the bone anklet (bonklet) lay in silence

Ten minutes pass before Sage gives me the break down. "So, as I've said before. The anklet carries some heavy energy, something similar to passion and justice. Very potent stuff. That's what the spirit realm is saying, anyway. When you were---ahem--- HIGH----"

At this point I look away

"...You honed into that energy and that's why you heard the voice"

"Hm. So, how do I hone in on that energy now? Is it something I can control conscious?"

"Look, I dunno kid. Just, be safe. Meditate beforehand so that you are actually able to chime into the anklet's power source. Don't want to darken the talisman's power or anything."

"Sure, sure" I am literally out the door before Sage utters the second part of their sentence. I buzz with excitement at the opportunity and the best part is? I'm basically a super! Hoo ho. This is awesome.

There's an empty industrial facility near by Hawesome Li Cosmetics. It went bankrupt several decads ago. I'm pretty much the only one who knows about the place. Excellent ground to skate on---smooth as butter. Either way, it's empty and no harm will come to anything or anyone nearby. Any damage that I do will be to the building nearby, which no one cares about anyway. "So, it's just me and you buddy." Blunt in hand, I blaze it up. "Time for the magic to happen."

It's a slow high. The high takes as long as a flame reaching the wooden stick of an incense rod for the high to hit. Upwards of thirty minutes. So I wait. It feels like time warps. So I meditate. So I clear my thinking and reach out to the anklet.

"Mhm, Anklet, tell me who you are?"

"What?? You can hear me?"

"Yeah man. Who are you, why you speaking to me?"

"Why would I tell you? I don't even know yer name"

Tiring. It's like talking to a wall.

"Hey, I heard that!"

"Maybel. My name's Maybel. What's yours? Let's start there."

"Nat."

"Like Nat Turner? The rebel slave?"

"Don't know who that is, this 'Nat Turner'. Just knew my master gave me the name." How progressive. "So...I suspect that I'm dead."

It's not easy news. I get it. But hey, the north won. That's something, right?

"Well, I guess it is....you know, I had a name before all of this...."

"......"

"......??"

"......."

So, are you going to tell me?

"You may call me 'Asim'."

"I'll call you Ase."

Don't call me 'Ase'. Too late, Ase. Hey, how old are you anyway? 12? 11? My name is ASIM, nothing else. Fine, grumpy. ASIM. I'll call you Asim, Asim. Where'd that name come from anyway? What does it mean?

"Let's find out, shall we?"

"...It feels electric! (Boogy woogy woogy). Such power, this wade in...glory."

Are you a God?

"Blasphemy!" Then what are you? How are you able to lay such energy unto me?

Look, I don't know either, alright? But what I do know is...we're both negr---

Black. We don't say that word anymore.

"Black, then... Perhaps I'm connected with you due to our shared skin?" We stopped being related millenia ago. Millenia? Not familar with that word.

"Long, long ago. We don't share any common ancestors. It was all a lie." A lie? You don't believe in a God? I'm moreso spiritual; creation is a possibility not something I'm invested in. I believe in forces of the universe. "But not a God? So, this can't be some spiritual connection. We're too different." So perhaps a soul connection? A link between our spirits.... What else do we have in common? A slave and a black kid?

"Hatred of the white man? Wanting justice against them?"

"War. Destruction"

"Yes."

"No, I don't want that. I'd prefer peace." There may be no PEACE without WAR.

"A lie. Violence is not the answer. Kindness is."

"'Kindness' doesn't resolve problems. 'Kindness' doesn't end racism. 'KINDNESS' was the one that slept at my feet while I was lashed! "

"..."

Asim?

"..."

Andddd you're gone. Great. Well, I'm going to head back home, then. We can hang out again tomorrow. "Head back" means leave. All right, see you.

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country-club · 5 years ago

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Fights

You two get into a fight and make up.

Reader x Pope / JJ / John B / Sarah / Kiara / Rafe / Topper Warnings: swearing, alcohol and mentions of drugs First preference type of thingy I have been working on. I’m sorry some are so short I also didn’t proofread ‘cus school’s almost over and I’m hella tired. Hope you enjoy :)

Pope

Pope HATES fighting, especially when it comes to you. Although Pope is used to the Pogues ruining his plans, it still tends to annoy him. The other day Pope was helping out his dad by delivering some orders when JJ pulled him aside to go check out something ‘super cool, once-in-a-lifetime-experience’, which turned out, wasn’t worth getting in a fight with his dad with. He would stay the night at your place whenever he had a fight at home.

You had been out with the Pogues all night, which would explain why you started feeling sick in the morning. You knew Pope had been studying all day and didn’t want to bug him. However, your hangover was really bad; you could barely make it to the toilet. The worst thing was you were home alone. After a couple of hours, you gave in and called Pope.

“Hey sweetheart, I’m kinda busy.”

“Pope I really need you right now.”

Pope must have heard the pain in your voice and told you he’d be there soon. You were laying on the couch with the television on, watching cartoons. You heard the door open and saw Pope walking in.

“Hey baby, what’s wrong?” He asked as he hurried over to you, only now noticing you were laying on the couch.

“I feel like shit.” You groaned as you sat up straight, making room for Pope.

“What happened?”

“The Pogues and I went out and-“ You couldn’t finish, as Pope cut you short.

“I can’t believe you. I’m sorry, but I came over here because I thought you were hurt or some shit and you’re telling me you called me over because you drank too much?”

You didn’t understand where he was coming from. He promised to always be there for you and currently you felt like shit and he was yelling at you.

“Go fuck yourself Pope.”

He just stood there, shaking his head.

“I gotta get back to studying, I’ll see you around.” And with that he left.

It wasn’t much of a fight, but now you were hungover and hurt.

~~~

It was quite late in the night and you couldn’t sleep. That fight kept you up. Where you the asshole for bothering Pope? Maybe. You decided to text him. Something along the lines of ‘I’m sorry, can we talk?’. At the same time your phone lit up. Pope was calling.

“Hey?”

“Did I wake you?”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Me neither, I’m right outside your house and-“ You hung up your phone and got out of bed immediately. Pope looked tired and sad. You walked over to him to give him a hug.

“I’m sorry I ruined your study-day.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I had no right being such an ass when you’re sick. I’m sorry. You needed me and I just yelled at you.”

“It’s been a long week, baby, would you like to come in?” He did. He even got you your favorite comfort food and made sure to give you the best cuddles you ever had. Pope isn’t afraid to say sorry when he’s wrong, which makes it easy on you to forgive him.

When it comes to fighting, JJ is a pain in the ass. This boy will say literally anything and everything that comes to mind without filter. You don’t fight often, but when you do it is big. The fights are usually about him getting into trouble and lying about it, making you worry. Or about his home situation and his dad. The arguments about his dad get him more emotional, teary-eyed even. The arguments about getting into fights with Kooks just make him angrier.

Today, it was the latter.

You were supposed to meet up at the chateau with the Pogues. You were already making your way down The Cut, the sun hurting your eyes as you forgot your sunglasses. You rode past a boy walking down the street. Once you realized it was JJ you biked past, you stopped biking and got off.

“Hey baby!” You made your way over to him. His face was looking down, as if his shoes were more interesting than you. Once you were standing in front of him, he stopped walking and looked up to face you. You immediately knew something was wrong. And by his bloody nose and upcoming black eye, you knew it was bad.

“Hey sweetcheeks.”

“My god, JJ what happened? Who did you fight this time?”

You knew that wasn’t what he wanted to hear. He wanted for you not to know what had happened and just ignore it.

“It’s fine, Y/n, I promise.”

You opened your back to look for tissues while you murmur to yourself.

“I’m just gonna swing by my house, I’ll see you at the chateau alright baby.”

“JJ, please. Not this again. Please?”

He knew what you wanted.

“Some Kooks were bugging me. Can you please let it go?” He took the tissue and cleaned the blood from his nose.

“So, you just fight them? Why do you keep getting-“

“For fucks sake, Y/n. I was just getting some beers. That’s it. When all of the sudden these dicks come after me. Why do you always assume everything’s my fault?”

It wasn’t a question. Though JJ is known for starting fights with Kooks, you weren’t trying to blame him.

~~~

After JJ finished yelling at you, he continued walking. Immediately you were filled with guilt and pain. You followed JJ home, unsure of what to say. The couple of minute walk felt like an hour. JJ doesn’t do the whole silent treatment thing and you were eager to know what had happened.

“I’m sorry I assumed you were the one initiating the fight baby. Are you alright?”

JJ stayed quiet as he opened the door and walked in. He let you follow him to the bathroom where he sat down after splashing water in his face.

“I’m just so fucking tired of those Kooks thinking they can get away with anything, you know.”

You took a washcloth and held in under the tap for a second before helping JJ clean his face.

“I don’t like being chased when I know I’m gonna lose.” JJ did not look emotional, though the sadness on his voice gave it away. You take the littlest step closer to JJ, bringing his face up with your fingers under his chin.

“We will get through this, and you won’t be alone. I’ll always be here for you. Okay?”

JJ nodded before hugging you as tightly as he possibly could.

John B

John B hates fighting with his partner as much as the next guy. He would usually try to be as understanding as he could, but as it turns out, was quick to jump to conclusions. John B also straight up told you when he thought something you did was annoying him, he would subtly address the issue to avoid arguments.

Which brings us to John B ‘subtly’ telling you your cheeseburger is smelling burned. You didn’t react and simply made your way over to the kitchen, only to find your cheeseburger still on the stove and John B not paying attention at all.

“Why didn’t you take it off?”

“I told you it was burning.”

“My god John B, why are you being such an ass?”

“At least I’m not the one who burned a burger.”

“You know what, you go make the fucking burger, asshole.”

You were yelling, not even sure why you were mad. You were frustrated and hungry, making a sandwich and sitting down across of him.

“Can you stop yelling at me?”

“Can you stop burning my burger?”

“I didn’t burn your fucking burger!”

And with that, John B got up and walked away.

~~~

A couple of hours later you decided to check on John B. He was out in the hammock. You walked up to him with two beers in your hands.

“Hey baby.”

You handed him a beer and sat down on the ground.

“I’m sorry for yelling, I was just frustrated and angry.”

“I’m sorry for letting your burger get burned.”

“So, you admit you burned it?”

“No, I just don’t want you to feel bad about it.” John B joked. You punched his arm and climbed into the hammock. John B is stubborn and would rarely admit his wrongs, so you mainly worked things out or dealt with it and moved on.

Sarah

Sarah and you don’t fight much to begin with, though sometimes the little things pile up. Sometimes you’d leave your shoes in the wrong place, leave the fridge open while making a sandwich or forget to charge your phone, leaving you unavailable and out of reach. Sarah would sometimes go through your closet and show up wearing your clothes, throw wet clothing into an empty laundry basket or forgets little stuff you ask her to do; such as watering the plants or putting the milk back in the fridge. These things aren’t bad or big things, not worth a fight at least. However, when you pile all these things up; the situation tends to get heavier. Right now, you heard Sarah cursing from your front door.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to leave your shoes right in front of the door?” Sarah got up off the floor and kicked your shoes to the side.

“I was just grabbing your soaking wet shirt from the laundry so it wouldn’t grow mold on it. Took me a whole second to put it up to dry and put my shoes back on to go outside.”

“Why can’t you just clean up behind yourself, Y/n? It’s all I’m asking.” “I could ask you the same.”

As said before: the two of you piled things up and they only got out when least convenient.

“Screw you, I’m going home and change.”

“Hey, I got some wet clothes for you, maybe you should put those on tonight.”

“Quit whining about that! You’re putting them in the washer anyways and mold doesn’t grow that fast.”

“Sarah, I live on my own. I don’t have mommy and daddy doing my wash 3 times a week.”

“Right but you do have the money to leave the fridge open for half an hour.”

“Half an hour? Really? It’s not even a money problem, I just don’t need to do laundry that often. Speaking of money, you have enough to buy your own clothes, why constantly steal mine?”

“I rarely do that!”

You two went back and forth for a while until Sarah left. You’d see her tonight.

~~~

You arrived at the party and immediately went looking for Sarah. You hated fighting with her, and you knew she did too. She isn’t one to lash out and curse at you like that. You knew you didn’t fuck up bad this time, luckily. Sarah isn’t one to forgive and forget easily, she knows what she’s worth.

“You didn’t even ask if I was okay.” You hear a voice say from behind you. You turned around, finding Sarah wearing one of your shirts.

“You were kind of yelling at me.”

“I was. I tried to call.”

“Battery’s dead.” It wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable, though a little awkward it sure was. You were the first to apologize, telling her you’ll stow away your shoes from now on. She promised she wouldn’t leave her wet clothes in the basket anymore and subtly told you the other things that got on her nerves.

“I was looking for that, by the way.” Sarah looked down at her shirt, which you were pointing at.

“I can take it off if you like?”

“Sounds good to me.”

Kiara

Kie can be a bit of a hothead. She’s a powerful woman and you love that about her. If there are two things you shouldn’t mess with around Kie, it’s the environment and her friends. You love and trust Kie, but the guys are always around her and flirting with her. You didn’t want to come over as a jealous partner but also can’t help but feel so annoyed when she kisses John B’s cheek. She hangs out with them all the time and sometimes you felt insecure; are you good enough for her? Fun enough for her? You let your insecurity get the best of you and asked Kie if she had any interest in the guys. She seemed slightly offended and a bit confused. When you told her to forget you asked, she wouldn’t stop bugging you.

“Do you think I like my friends? Do you really think that, Y/n?”

“No, I don’t know. Maybe they like you.”

“You don’t trust me.”

“Baby, of course I trust you I just worry about those Pogues making a-“

“Those Pogues.” She mocked you. Looking very offended right now.

“That came out wrong.”

You felt guilty for saying anything about it and not completely trusting her word. Though you were also a bit hurt she wouldn’t understand your side. Kie was very outspoken.

“Y/N, they are my friends and I love them. I don’t get why all of the sudden you have a problem with them.” Her speech went on for a while. You had some say in it as well, however whatever you said was not what she wanted to hear. The argument ended in Kie telling you she didn’t want to see you for a while. So, you left.

~~~

After 2 days of not talking, you decided to go to the restaurant Kiara’s dad owned. You knew she would be out all day and decided to wait on her a little longer. Once she finally did come home, she noticed you right of the bat.

“What are you doing here?” She sat down beside you, putting her bag on the bar. You turned to face her.

“I want to explain myself and apologize.” Kie nodded, as if to tell you ‘go on’. “I sometimes feel insecure, as if I’m not good enough for you. And seeing you around the guys all the time, kissing their cheeks and seeing them flirt with you, that’s hard to get used to. I like the guys; I don’t have anything against them. I just get insecure and wanted you to know. I’m sorry I worded it so bad and made you feel like I couldn’t trust you.”

Kie wrapped her arms around you.

“It’s okay. I just- These boys mean the world to me and it started to sound like I had to choose between you and them. That’s why I got so defensive. I’m sorry about that.”

The two of you had a drink and talked about you feeling insecure, the boys and how much you missed cuddling her the past few days.

Rafe

Rafe and you fought often. Not big fights, just him being annoyed and you feeling like shit clash a lot. You were rarely the reason why Rafe was mad, it usually had something to do with his dad or sister.

You were currently picking up Rafe to go to a party when you found him in an argument with his dad. Ward has always been kind and respectful to you, yet you couldn’t help but feel a bit weirded out by him. By the sound of it they were arguing about some pills Ward found after the party last weekend. Rafe looked like he was about to explode on his father, so you decided to step in.

“Hey Rafe, Ward.” You greeted them as you walked in. “I kind of heard what you were talking about and I just want to say that a friend of mine brought those to the party, I’m sorry.” You had no clue where the pills came from, however you didn’t want Rafe getting into more fights with Ward. Ward looked at you as he spoke up.

“Y/N, good to see you,” his voice turned back to normal. “I think it would be better if you didn’t leave your stuff laying around, with Sarah and Wheezie around.”

You nodded and apologized to him, leaving the house with Rafe. The second you got into the car, Rafe exploded on you.

“I had it under control, Y/n.”

“I know baby, I just didn’t want you to-“

“Please just stay out of it next time. I don’t need you to cover for me.”

“I’m sorry baby.” You didn’t know what to say. You were doing him a favor?

“Just mind your own business okay.”

“Why are you being such a bitch about me helping you out?”

“Because I never needed your help.”

“Right you don’t need me.” You were hurt and in the moment of heat decided to get out of the car and slam the door. Leaving Rafe frustrated.

~~~

You walked a couple of streets, secretly hoping Rafe would follow you. He didn’t. You were upset and fed up. After a while you sat down, unsure of your next move. Right at that moment Ward’s car pulled up next to you and Rafe got out, running up to you.

“Are you here to yell at me some more? Cause I’ve learned my lesson.”

“I know I shouldn’t have yelled at you; I just..” he stopped as he sat down next to you “I really do not want my dad to think of you the way he thinks of me.”

Rafe can be very full of himself and act like the biggest asshole ever. But you knew how insecure he could be and how filled with issues he is. You pulled him into a hug and talked it over for a little while before heading to the party. You were wishing for the party to be over, as Rafe promised to make up for the yelling afterwards.

Topper

Topper is very a very jealous and protective person. He can be so much fun when it’s just you, yet he always feels the need to make sure you’re his and sometimes it gets to you. Usually, you’d just tell him to chill and reassure him nothing is wrong.

Tonight however, he’s been by your side all night and showed no sign of planning to leave it. You on the other hand were eager to know what was happening in the basement of the Cameron residence. So, you kissed Toppers cheek and headed downstairs.

You noticed the group of people huddled around in the middle of the room, Rafe among them. Rafe was never up to any good. You asked what he had been up to and he let you in on a little secret, offering you some of the ‘stuff’ while at it. You kindly declined the offer and just hung out with the high crowd.

At some point you were playing a game and you ended up sitting on Rafe’s lap, due to the lack of chairs. At the same time, you noticed Topper coming down the basement. He walked right over to you and asked what you were doing. Rafe wasn’t paying attention in the slights to what was going on.

“Are you snorting?”

“Baby don’t worry, I’m just hanging out.”

You could barely hear a word he was saying over the loud music and people talking. Topper offered you his hand, which you took. You got up and followed Topper outside.

“Hey, what’s up-“

“Don’t what’s up me. I come looking, ‘cause you said you would only be gone a minute and I find you on top of Rafe, doing lines.”

“Topper I wasn’t even doing coke.”

“You don’t need to lie to me, baby.”

His voice wasn’t as mad as it had been, he sounded more threatening and monitory.

“It’s not even any of your damn business if I were!” It was your turn to be mad.

“Fucking hell, Y/n, you are my business!”

“I can’t handle you right now.” And with that you left Topper standing outside.

~~~

Topper hadn’t followed you after the party. He let you walk home alone, which you were less angry about than him ruining the party for you and starting a fight. It was the morning after the fight as you heard knocks on your door. You said to come in and Topper, holding a bag and flowers showed up.

“Good morning.”

“Morning Topper.”

“I’m sorry for yelling at you, that wasn’t fair of me.”

“Fuck you Topper, why were you even mad?”

He sat down next to you on your bed as you sat up straight. Topper put the flowers down at the end of your bed.

“Y/n, I am sorry for yelling at you yesterday. I’m sorry I acted like I didn’t trust you.”

Topper was always honest about his apologies. You pulled him in for a hug and he laid down next to you, giving you a kiss on the cheek on his way down.

“What’s in the bag?”

Topper grabbed the bag and showed you the breakfast he had brought over.

“Can’t show up empty handed, can I?”

#obx #outerbanks #outer banks #preference #imagine #john b #sarah cameron #pope #pope heyward #topper thorton #rafe cameron #jj maybank #kiara carrera

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slasherscream · 6 years ago

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you really did the lord's work by making that billy x black fem!reader x stu fic! love you 💕

A/N: this was not a request and yet the sheer kindness of popping in just for a compliment like this?? i'm soft with love.

billy loomis x black fem!reader x stu macher ft. that's it .... that's the whole concept ( but this time meeting your family )

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You think you've lost your damn mind. No, actually you're sure you're sure you've finally cracked because what other explanation is there for this?

The boys are the first ones to bring it up. Specifically, "I have trust, mommy, and abandonment issues" Loomis. He's a triple threat. The whole package. You've all been together for a long while now and he wants to know why they haven't met your family yet.

You've met his father (who his relationship with is a little tense at times but ...still)? You've met Stu's parents? Stu's Mom loves you! Y'all even have lunch together sometimes and gossip. When are they gonna meet your family?

Before he can put anymore base and accusation in his voice that will get him #Got ... Stu steps in (angel he is). They just wanna meet the people who made you so amazing, babe! C'mon, it'll go great!

God help you, you must be going crazy because you actually agree to it.

You tell your family that you're going to be bringing home your partners. Yes, you've told them they're white and yes you've told them there's ... two of them. You wanted to tell them over the phone so they wouldn't be able to flip on you but you decided to not do that in the end. They don't freak out as much as you thought they would. Which is a plus.

You give it a month though where you slowly begin to talk about them more. Mentioning them in how your day was. Dropping references to them. It's all a slow warming up exercise.

All the while you can tell Billy is still annoyed and feeling insecure because he's been extra bitchy lately and there have been more murders.

He's just coming back from one, stomping around your damn house and slamming doors. You'd ask him what bills he pays to be acting like that but then he'd only get pissy at Stu too, who is the one who is paying most of the rent (or his parents are anyways ...details).

He stops when he hears that you're on the phone with your Mom. Not out of common courtesy or politeness, you know that much. He stops because he's a nosy ass and wants to eavesdrop and he can't do that if he's banging cabinets. But you just keeping doing what you're doing and ignoring him.

"Yeah, Mama I'm alright school's got me bugging but My boys? Oh they're fine! Thanks for asking. Billy's been a little grouchy lately but we both love him plenty so he'll get over himself soon."

Oh well now he feels bad. Stu drifts by him laughing and comes to join you on the couch, "Hey Mrs. L/N!"

"Stu? Is that you? What have you been up to, young man?" because Stu wasn't being such a baby and lowkey ignoring you he's actually been talking with your Mother over the phone too.

Billy comes to join you both on the couch ten minutes later. With a smile you cover your speaker, "Wanna talk to her? She's been wanting to talk to you but you've been ignoring me and shit so-"

"Just uncover the phone." He snaps and yet he's leaning on and across Stu so he can hold your hand. That's about as much apology as you're gonna get probably. Although you'll probably be getting some of your favorite candy and snacks from the store later, totally unrelated to this incident.

Billy can be charming when he wants and he really wants to charm your Mother. By the end of the call you guys have all been ordered to dinner this weekend. Don't you guys skip out on her!

You know your Mother so you physically scream when you hang up and cover the two in kisses. She likes them! She actually likes them! What were you so worried about again?

Billy is now playing it cool like he knew he'd be able to win over your family and wasn't getting very upset at the mere thought of alternatives.

That fake confidence dies Friday night and you all have an actual conversation like adults (gasp) where you talk about your feelings (gag). You weren't hiding them from your family? Nothing will change if they don't like us?

It's actually really nice and you all wind up having make-up sex tbh.

Stu is the calmest person day of. Has already purchased a nice wine to bring. You made a dish to bring so that your Mom doesn't have to cook too much and you're gonna say Billy helped you with it (you'd never, in reality, let him touch your food).

Billy has to be the one to drive even though he's so nervous that y'all definitely do not #Want Him To Do That. But he needs to feel in control so-

When you get there you all sit in the car for ten minutes and Stu takes the initiative to get Billy calm by making him make a plan like they do before their murders. You join in because shit! If it works it works.

It works. Billy gets through the in-person introductions flawlessly. You thought his hands had been shaking in the car but apparently not.

Your dad is very wary of them tbh and doesn't quite know what to do with himself.

You start helping your Mom in the kitchen and she proceeds to shoo the boys out insisting y'all don't need help and should be "guy bonding".

You did not want them to do that. Never heard a worse suggestion in your fucking life. You wanted them in eyesight where you could watch them at all times. You and Billy exchange a look behind your Mom's back like.

Seems you were both depending on the idea of being together the whole night. Panic! Stu again, is the one to be chill. Kisses your cheek and sweeps into the living room to join your Dad with Billy being dragged under his arm.

Your Mother thinks it's important that if anything is gonna happen, it might as well happen early in the night! She says it so cheerfully you think you'll pass out.

Your boys walk into the room and find you Father flicking through channels endlessly. He tries to smile at them but it looks like a grimace. They grimace back. They sit in silence. Just the sound of the channel changing. This is fine.

When he settles on something they kinda assumed it would be sports or something. He turns on a horror movie. They both sigh in relief, "you like scary movies?"

You were trying to listen into the living room waiting for sounds of shouting and fighting but they never come. Eventually (don't hover honey it'll be fine) your Mother let's you bring them drinks. Your voice is high pitched with stress like a step-ford wife about to snap when you walk into the room carrying the tray, "how are my favorite men in the world doing in here?"

Lowkey that's you asking them if they need a rescue? But they're all in here laughing and shit while Billy and your Dad are passionately discussing the horror movie on screen that looks very b-rated. Your Dad is insisting it's one of the classics. Billy is clearly disgusted at the opinion but loves debating and arguing so (he fits right into the family) he's having fun. Stu is just watching the two go at it.

When you leave for the night they're already calling your Mother by her first name and your Dad nods them goodbye while smiling. Plans have been made to meet up again sometime this month.

Billy gets kissed silly by you and Stu once your parents have walked in the house (and stopped peaking out the window). You don't know what you two were expecting of him but it wasn't for him to suddenly be a professional at getting parents to like him.

You catch the two on your phone next month after you come out the shower talking to your Mother like they all just chill on the weekends and internally begin to scream.

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#billy loomis x reader x stu macher #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher imagine #billy loomis imagine #slasher x reader #black!reader #gotta make a black guy!reader one for them soon #catch me slacking in these streets? NEVER #this one is siLLY AND I HAD TO LAUGH BECAUSE #imagine bringing these two home to black parents....bru.....you'd be one dead son of a bitch i tell you that-#we don't need realism here so we're gonna pretend being poly is on the same level of being gay on this blog #in terms of people accepting it #your fam: welll ... i GUESS ....but why are they white though-#this is that ...college feel lmao #stu had the group braincell during this

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iwouldfuckaziraphale · 6 years ago

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About and Tags

@iwouldfuckajcrowley and @iwouldfuckaziraphale are run by the same people, here’s a quick info post on the two blogs.

This is going to be blunt and frank to make sure I’m understood, and may come off a little unfriendly. Not my intention, but I feel this sort of blog needs a few ground rules.

This is an adult space.

If you are a minor or overly uncomfortable with expressions of sexuality I ask that you stay off of these blogs. I’m going to assume you understand you are responsible for your own social media feeds, and that any minors who insist on being here anyway will unfollow/block/find an adult to help should they run across something uncomfortable. (I also really hope that everyone following understands the difference between fantasies and things that are not fantasies. Thoughts don’t make you a bad person.)

Do not use this blog as emotional self-harm. Anyone caught doing so will be blocked.

What you can send in (usually on the topic of Aziraphale and/or Crowley):

Sexual and non-sexual fantasies.

Headcanons.

Dreams.

Newly discovered kinks.

Fic or art prompts.

Recs for fic and art you enjoy.

Your own fic and art, especially ones inspired by things sent in to this blog. Shameless self-promotion will get you far in life, start practicing! (May have to be hosted elsewhere.)

Tagging requests, corrections, constructive criticism.

What I’d rather you didn’t send in:

Anon hate! (Will be used to roast marshmallows... wait, wrong decade. Will be deleted, and if it’s annoying enough I may ban your IP from the ask box.)

Asks shaming followers and submitters for their kinks, fantasies, beliefs, race, gender or orientations, age, or body features. (Will be deleted.)

Requests for relationship advice. If you’re absolutely stuck for it I can try to give an answer but this is absolutely not the best spot for it and I am absolutely not the best person for it.

Asks involving minors, fictional or otherwise, because I don’t have the energy to navigate that and am not personally comfortable trying.

Requests for personal information.

If you have an issue with how I run these blogs I’ll be happy to discuss it with you, but let me point to the “adult space” mention above. If you resort to manipulation or otherwise childish behaviour, the conversation is over because I have other more urgent things to do in a day. I like to be aware of the impact my actions have on other people and hold myself accountable for wrongdoing, but I also have to ask you how reasonable a person I could possibly be when I’m the one who decided to make these blogs in the wake of the tittyban.

I run this in my free time, but my life has gotten busier and I have not been in the best health for a good while, so the queue may not be updated consistently all of the time.

Tags:

I’m willing to tag for things! Leave an ask or DM me and I’ll do my best. Tags are multipurpose for blacklisting and searching. Here’s a list of what I currently tag for and am trying to be more consistent on, note that these tended to happen over time and aren’t present as tags all the way back:

“#lemon” - a “lemon” was an explicit fic, so this is my NSFW tag

“#confessions” - fantasies and admissions

“#headcanons” - what it says, this is also for Aziraphale/Crowley headcanons

“#testimonials” - asks about the blog or misc things

“#noncon” - non-consensual

“#dubcon” - dubious consent

“#ravishment” - forced sex, consensual non-consent

“#warmth” - cuddly asks

“#the other ms show” - masters of sex

“#goth mary poppins” - nanny crowley

“#fem crowley” and “#fem aziraphale” - genderbends or perceived genderbends, usage of she/her for A or C

“#fluffy angel cake” - feeding and stuffing

“#just snakey things” - weird snake biology

“#other mommy” - mommy domme stuff

“#other daddy” - daddy domme stuff (ddlg falls under this one)

“#bugs” - yeah

“#not a friendship bracelet” - collars

“#corporeal reproduction: - pregnancy

“#wings on wheels” - bentley and other car sex

“#like that american gods scene” - unbirthing

“#radio omens” - the radio play

“#scramble it” - oviposition and egg things

“#spilling icing” - asks involving cum

If I forget to update the list feel free to poke me about it.

#post #about

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my-one-love-is-music · 6 years ago

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The Unexpected Little Things

Summary: Tim learns something interesting about Jason on their next flight. And Jason learns that there's an airline gossip community. And for some unspeakable reason, he and Tim are the hottest topic.

Also on AO3!

“You have your pre-flight checks taken care of?” Roy asked as he stifled a yawn.

“Yeah, I’ve got mine done, but are you sure you’re okay to be flying? You look exhausted.”

Roy smiled and rubbed at his eyes which had more noticeable bags than usual. “Yeah, I’m good. Just didn’t get too much sleep last night. I think I’ll need an extra coffee or two.”

“I’m on it,” Jason said, pushing out of his chair.

One of the best things before they had to take off was the freedom to move into the main cabin of the plane. They didn’t have to worry about keeping the cabin locked which made things so much simpler.

“Hey Tim?” he asked, stepping through the door. He blinked when he saw Tim kneeling in front of a crying toddler, trying to smile through the grimace that was trying to pull his lips down. “What’s going on here?” he asked.

“Captain Todd,” Tim said, standing quickly. “This little guy is just a bit nervous about being on the plane is all.”

“It’s his first time flying,” his mom said, looking more than a little harried. “Here Nathaniel. You want Mr. Tricey don’t you?” she asked, waving a stuffed triceratops in front of him.

Jason could see a line of passengers looking frustrated at the delay in boarding their flight behind them and knew he needed to help before things got even worse.

“No!” the boy shouted, making the other passenger’s frustration more evident.

Jason stepped forward and kneeled in front of him. “Hey, little man, there’s no need to cry. You know who I am, right?”

He sniffled and opened his eyes enough to stare at Jason as two fat tears rolled down his cheeks.

“The pilot,” he mumbled.

Jason grinned. “That’s right. And you know what the pilot’s job is?”

“To uh…to fly the…to fly the plane.”

Jason nodded. “That’s right, Nathaniel. I’m the pilot and I’m here to fly the plane. And you know what’s cool about flying a plane?”

He shook his head, his eyes drying as his earlier distress was beginning to disappear.

Jason held up his hand horizontally in the air, his palm facing the floor. “We get to go really, really fast,” he said, moving his hand through the air. “And then when we’re fast enough, we zoom off the ground and shoot up into the sky!” he explained, tilting his hand in an upward anger to slice through the air like a plane would in takeoff.

“Like a pterodactyl!” Nathaniel said, grinning and jumping up and down.

Jason nodded. “Exactly like a pterodactyl! And do you know how pterodactyls fly?”

“They flap their wings!” Nathaniel cried, waving his arms up and down as he jumped and skipped in a circle.

“That’s right,” Jason agreed, grinning widely and nodding. “Now Nathaniel, I have a very important question to ask you. It’s a job that only you can do for me. Are you ready to hear what it is?”

Nathaniel nodded, head shaking up and down as he tried to make himself look taller.

“Good, okay now what I need you to do, is be on your very best pterodactyl behavior, because with your powerful wings, you’re going to help me fly this plane. Do you think you can do that for me?”

“Yeah! Yeah!” Nathaniel cheered, jumping up and down.

“That’s great!” Jason said with a grin. “And do you know what super powerful pterodactyls like you need?”

He shook his head, nearly covering his mouth as he giggled.

“You need a nice triceratops friend, don’t you think?”

He nodded. “Mommy! Mommy! Can I have Mr. Tricey? Can I have Mr. Tricey, please?”

Jason glanced up and found his mother looking ten times more relaxed. She nodded and passed her son his stuffed dinosaur which he hugged to his chest.

Jason stood from his crouch and smiled at the woman. “Have a nice flight.”

“Thank you so much,” she sighed.

“Of course, Ma’am.”

“Come on, Nathaniel. It’s time for us to find our seats. Say ‘thank you’ to the nice pilot,” she said, taking her son’s hand.

“Thank you, Mr. Pilot!” he cried, nearly skipping down the aisle as they left to find their seats.

Jason nodded at the crowd of passengers that shoved through the door and into the plane to get to their own seats. He smiled as they passed, waiting for the crowd to die down before he asked Tim what he’d come out for in the first place.

Tim sidled up next to him. “That was amazing, Jason,” he whispered.

Jason shrugged. “It was nothing, really. I was just trying to help her out.”

“I think you did a little more than just help her out. You helped out everyone else on this flight and calmed down an upset kid. That’s more than I could’ve done,” he scoffed.

“Do you not like kids?” Jason asked, glancing out of the corner of his eye.

“It’s not that I dislike them,” Tim admitted. “I’m just not good with them. If you hadn’t stepped in when you did, I probably would’ve made Nathaniel’s meltdown worse. Something would’ve caught fire and we would’ve had to evacuate the plane…”

Jason chuckled. “Well, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?” he asked.

Tim shook his head. “No, we really wouldn’t.”

“Anyway, what I originally came out to ask you, was if you could grab some strong coffee for Roy. He apparently had a bit of a long night and needs something to give him a little pep.”

“I’ll have some in for you in two minutes,” he said, slipping between two passengers to head towards the back of the plane where their refreshments cart was kept.

Jason stepped back into the cockpit, finding Roy hadn’t moved from his spot in his seat.

“Tim will have some coffee up here in a minute. He’s just got to get through the wave of passengers.”

“Thank god. Although it took you longer to get back in here than it should’ve. Were you making out with Tim in the bathroom?”

Jason huffed and rolled his eyes. “No, jackass. There was an upset kid.”

“Ah, working the old Todd charm that somehow quiets all screaming children of various ages. I never know how you do it, but you’ve saved everyone on more than one flight the pain of having to sit through an upset child,” Roy sighed. “The only good thing about being up here is that we rarely have to hear them.”

“We may not hear them while it’s happening, but we certainly get plenty of complaints after we land and every elderly man feels the need to tell us we shouldn’t let people travel with small children because it disrupts their experience,” Jason grumbled. “And Nathaniel really was a sweet kid. He was just nervous about the whole flying part. I can’t blame him for that.”

“Oh no,” Roy groaned.

Jason raised an eyebrow and glanced over at him. “Oh no, what?”

“You’re going to do that thing again.”

Jason frowned. “What thing?”

Roy waved his hand at him. “The thing where you make kids feel special and just make everyone groan with how cheesy you are.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Roy sighed. “You don’t have to know what I’m talking about, but you’re still going to do it and I’m going to point it out as soon as the words come out of your mouth.”

“Yeah okay,” he scoffed.

Someone knocked on the cabinet behind them. Jason turned and looked over his shoulder, finding Tim standing in the doorway with two very large cups of coffee.

“Where did you get cups that size? I thought we only carried the ones the passengers got.”

Roy twisted around in his seat and grinned, sticking his hand towards Tim to beckon him over. “Yes, sweet, sweet caffeine. Come to me you goddess of life and give me the energy I need to get through today.” He took a long drink, sighing when he came up for air. “Thank fuck for you Tim. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Probably be coffee-less,” he said with a smile. He held out the other cup to Jason who happily took it, inhaling the steam and the faint smell of something vanilla. “And to answer your question, no, we don’t normally keep such large cups on hand, but I thought I’d start making an exception since our pilots sometimes need more than we can fit in a small cup. It’ll keep you guys awake and you won’t need to get up as much for more coffee.”

“Oh, so that’s it,” Jason said with a smirk.

Tim raised an eyebrow and gave him a look.

“You just don’t want us bugging you as much with demands for coffee.”

Roy snickered. “I knew Tim couldn’t stand your ass.”

“I can stand his ass just fine,” Tim said, bracing his elbow on the top of Jason’s seat. “What I can’t stand is getting harassed by passengers when I’m just trying to get you something to drink and they think they’re the most privileged fucks in the world. Plus, I’d rather keep the two guys who keep us from crashing in a fiery explosion of death, happy and awake to avoid said fiery death. Now, I do believe it’s almost time for us to depart our gate which is my cue to annoy the passengers with our pre-flight checks.”

“Have a nice flight, Tim. Despite the coffee runs and dealing with shitty passengers,” Jason murmured as he moved to turn away.

Tim glanced back at him and smiled, gaze softening around the edges. “You too,” he said, voice soft before he stepped out of the cockpit.

Roy gagged next to him and Jason shot him an acidic glare.

“Don’t give me that look,” Roy muttered, putting his coffee in his cupholder. “The two of you are so gross over each other that you really do need to just admit you’re dating. I don’t care how much you deny it, Tim would never be that soft and gooey with me.”

“Maybe that’s because we’re not hiding anything, Roy,” Jason muttered, watching him shut and lock the door to the cockpit, cutting them off from the rest of the plane. “We’re not dating, so you can stop pressing the issue.”

“I still don’t buy it,” Roy huffed, dropping back down into his seat and pulling his headset on. “Everyone who’s flown with you or heard the stories of the way you two are when you fly together is convinced you two are dating. I didn’t even know there was an airline gossip community, but there is and you and Tim are the topic of practically every conversation.”

Jason shook his head and pulled his own headset on. He watched as the light indicating the plane’s side door was open turned off.

“I swear, I’ve heard more romantic things surrounding you and Tim than I ever care to hear or witness ever again. Please, just get your head out of your ass and ask him out, or tell the rest of us you two are dating because I’m slowly being tortured and I’d like to retain some of my sanity considering how much we have to fly together.”

He paused their conversation as they listened to commands from air traffic control and listed their flight number and ready status. He tried to hide his smile when Tim’s voice came over the plane’s speaker as he led the safety announcements.

Roy glared at him and pointed a strongly emphasized finger in his direction. Jason rolled his eyes and reached over to swat at him as they backed the plane away from the gate and turned towards the intersecting portions of the runway.

“This isn’t over,” Roy hissed as they made the final turn onto their runway and paused, letting the engines warm up as they waited for the final command from air traffic control that they were ready to take off.

Jason shrugged and grinned, leaning forward once the cue came through their headsets.

“10-4,” he chirped.

When he was first learning to fly, the most terrifying part of take-off was initially getting going. He never thought they’d manage to get going fast enough before they ran out of runway. But they did it every time. And even now, the sense of weightlessness that came as their front wheels left the ground was incredible and gave Jason the shot of adrenaline that made his job worth it.

He and Roy both let out a slow breath as they continued to rise through the atmosphere. They weren’t to cruising altitude yet, but it was a comfort as the ground dropped farther and farther away from the bottom of the plane.

Jason glanced at the altimeter, watching it rise right along with them. They broke through the first layer of clouds, their vision obscured momentarily, but their GPS kept going strong and showed they were clear of any other planes that might be in flight in their area.

They banked to the left, adjusting their course slightly to keep on track with their destination coordinates as they climbed the last few hundred feet to cruising altitude.

“There we go,” Roy said once they leveled off. “We did it again.”

Jason chuckled. “Now we just have to land it.”

“Easy as pie,” Roy sang.

Jason reached up and flicked off the fasten seatbelt sign and turned on the intercom. “Good afternoon passengers, we’ve reached cruising altitude and it’s now safe to move about the cabin. I’m glad you all chose to join us for today’s flight and our time spent in the air with the clouds is around three hours and 45 minutes before we reach Gotham City. Enjoy your flight and a special thanks to Nathaniel who helped get us up in the air with his amazing pterodactyl powers today.”

He grinned and flicked off the intercom.

“That’s it! I knew you would do it!”

Jason frowned and glanced at Roy. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the whole tell the other passengers about that little kid that you calmed down earlier. You couldn’t go this flight without telling everyone about him!”

“And what’s wrong with that?” Jason asked. “The kid was upset and I’m sure he’s probably thrilled right now and actually excited about flying.”

“Maybe one of these days you’ll understand,” Roy muttered. He grabbed his coffee and took a long drink.

“Whatever you say,” Jason sighed, settling in for the rest of their flight until they reached Gotham.

Jason let out a deep breath as the airplane cooled down. He sagged back in his chair and barely kept from rubbing his eyes and trying to get them to focus again.

Continental flights were easier compared to some of the international ones, but landing never failed to use up whatever energy or stamina he had left for the day.

“Come on, the sooner we get through the post-flight checks, the sooner we can get off this plane and get some rest,” Roy said, reaching over to squeeze his shoulder.

Jason tried to force a smile and nodded. “Although, even if we get them done in the next five minutes, we still have to wait for everyone else to get off first. And for the flight attendants to finish cleaning up.”

“You can always give them a hand,” Roy said, tossing one of their binders at him.

Jason made a face and flipped open to the correct page, throwing himself into the last few tasks of the day before he was officially done.

He scrubbed at his eyes as he made a few notes and checked the plane’s settings. The words and numbers were blurring together and he’d need another cup of coffee on his way home to keep him sane.

“Here,” Roy muttered, grabbing his binder and jotting down the last few things he was missing.

“Thanks, man. Although I think I should be doing that considering how tired you were at the beginning of this flight.”

He shrugged. “I may be tired, but flying always gives me a certain adrenaline rush that keeps me buzzing for a couple hours after we land. It’s no problem. By the time I get home I’ll almost be ready to crash. Right after I get a hot shower in anyway.”

Jason chuckled and pushed himself from his chair. He moved clear of any switches and buttons and stretched his arms over his head, feeling his back pop in several places from sitting for so long.

“A hot shower sounds amazing. You have everything done?”

Roy nodded and climbed out of his own seat. They collected their trash and finally pulled open the door to the cockpit, revealing a mostly empty plane aside from the flight attendants, tidying up the last few things.

“Mind if we toss a few last things in?” Jason asked with a tired smile.

Tim nodded, looking a bit tired himself and held out the trash bag, letting them dump their things in.

“We’re just about finished,” Tim said. “I think there’s one last bag at the back that Mary’s taking care of and then we’ll be out of here.”

“I think you mean we are finished,” Mary said, carrying to bags towards the front with a big smile on her face, looking the most chipper of them all.

“I’m so glad they have the bin ready for us this time,” Tim sighed, tossing the bags into the bin on the ramp leading up to the terminal.

Jason busied himself with pulling their bags free from the storage area. Roy reached around him and grabbed his, moving out of the way of everyone else. Jason shouldered his backpack and tossed Tim’s bag to him before passing the other two to the other flight attendants.

They trudged up the flight together, Roy, Tim, and Jason hanging back behind the other two.

“Nathaniel was ecstatic when you said his name over the announcements at the beginning of the flight,” Tim murmured. “His mother was happy and he practically shrieked, making everyone around him laugh. You really changed his view of flying and made this a better day than any of those people could’ve expected.”

Jason shrugged. “I was just helping out. He’s a cute kid and flying’s not too bad after you do it the first time.”

“Well, you’re really good with kids, I don’t care what you say.”

Jason flushed and ran a hand through his hair. “I guess…”

Roy gagged next to him. “Please, the two of you should just kiss already and go off to your date that I’m sure you’re going to be having after this,” he muttered, quickening his pace to get ahead of them.

Jason’s flush deepened and he cleared his throat. He glanced at Tim who was biting his lip and staring down at his feet as he walked.

“Sorry about him,” he murmured. “He’s been pretty relentless about the two of us. Keeps saying things about how we should just admit we’re dating already and that the flight community can’t stop gossiping about us.”

Tim chuckled. “Yeah, I’ve been getting a lot of that too from the flight attendants I’ve been working with. I’m not really sure where they’re getting those ideas considering I haven’t breathed a word to anyone about…you know…”

“Yeah,” Jason admitted. “Me neither.”

“Well,” Tim said, straightening his shoulders as they stepped through the gate door and into the main terminal of the airport, “until the next flight then.”

“Yeah…”

Tim nodded at him and strode past the line of waiting passengers. Jason stared after him, watching him walk away.

Something hard impacted his arm and he winced, glaring at Roy who rolled his eyes.

“Just get your head out of your ass and ask him on a damn date. No more of this star-crossed lovers shit where you say sappy lines like that. It’s disgusting. Now let’s go.” Roy wrapped his arm around Jason’s neck and forced him to stay closed to his side or risk being choked.

Jason didn’t really think it could be so easy. He’d never had a mildly successful relationship after his piloting career took off. But he’d never tried dating someone in the same industry either. And maybe that would be just enough to make a difference.

That and a little luck and passion. Roy might be sick of the mushy romance ideas, but Jason certainly wasn’t. Not when he could spoil someone like Tim rotten and give them everything he had to give.

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