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Baby Steps

Fandom: Twilight

Characters: regressor!Bella Swan, caregiver!Charlie Swan

Words: 2,900

Summary: After Edward leaves, Bella is left in a shattered, dissociative state. Her father doesn’t know what to do, but eventually he starts to put the pieces together and discovers that age regression might be a way to get through to his daughter again.

Warnings: Detailed descriptions of depression: lethargy, dissociation, disordered sleep and eating. Hurt/comfort with a lot of angst. A lot of feelings about mental health and helplessness.

for @little-biscuit2

It had been almost three months.

Three months, and Charlie didn’t know what to do.

It had never felt more like he lived alone. Bella spent most of her time in her room, and when Charlie coaxed her down for food or to watch TV, she didn’t seem to process any of it. He had even tried putting on reality TV instead of sports, but her blank expression didn’t change, her eyes reflecting the glare of the television.

She didn’t eat if Charlie didn’t feed her, and even then her appetite was small: she was losing weight and she was already too thin to begin with, in Charlie’s opinion. She swung between oversleeping and sleeping far too little, with Charlie coming in and finding her sitting in her chair, gazing out the window well past midnight.

He had just been getting to know his daughter: independent, clumsy, smart as hell, always taking care of the people around her. And now she was gone, retreated somewhere deep inside herself, and he had no idea how to get her back.

It was killing him. It was killing both of them.

Charlie had Renee fly in for a weekend, just to see if that would shake Bella out of her fog. Bella had smiled, and hugged her mother, but it didn’t reach her eyes, and she still wouldn’t speak more than a few sentences. Renee wouldn’t stop holding her, and Bella just laid in her arms, her expression as still as the lake in the morning, and revealing just as little.

Renee had cried, and Charlie had given her an awkward hug, and made food for everyone. Renee stayed for two nights, and left in tears. Bella hadn’t moved to comfort her, had hardly seemed to register Renee’s presence.

‘Desperate’ didn’t begin to cover the way that Charlie was feeling.

Bella’s grades were dropping, though she seemed willing to be driven to school and to walk through her classes in that same disconnected haze. She didn’t participate, and only occasionally finished her homework. Charlie had met with her teachers and they were willing to give her some leeway, but their worried expressions left Charlie feeling sick. He was her father, he should have been able to help.

He should know what to do.

“Bella! Time for dinner,” Charlie announced, opening Bella’s door. He never would have entered her room without verbal permission before all this started, but now he knew that she wouldn’t come downstairs to eat unless he came to fetch her.

She sat in her chair, arms wrapped around her knees, eyes fixed on the trees outside her window. This was how Charlie usually found her.

“C’mon, Bells, we got homemade mac and cheese tonight. Very fancy.”

Bella didn’t respond. Charlie came closer and squatted beside the chair, trying to catch her gaze. Her eyes didn’t move from the window.

“Sweetheart, will you look at me? It’s dinnertime.”

Still nothing.

At this point, Charlie usually had two choices: he could let Bella be, or he could bring up the food to see if she would take it and start eating once it was in front of her. But today, he was tired and worried and couldn’t bring himself to leave his daughter’s side.

“You’re scaring me, Bells. If you don’t come down with me, I’m going to have to carry you down.” From Bella’s blank expression, she either didn’t hear him, or had no opinion on this proposal. Charlie clapped his hands on his knees and rose to his feet. “Alright, let’s go.”

She was already curled up, and Charlie took a moment to judge the best way to pick her up. He was getting on in years, but his job demanded that he stay in some kind of shape, and he was confident he could get her downstairs.

“Here I come,” he warned her, and then wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up out of the chair.

Finally, Bella’s expression changed: she looked surprised, eyes flashing wide and then moving over to Charlie’s face. Then a furrow appeared between her eyebrows, like she hadn’t expected to see him.

“Hey Bells, we’re taking you down for dinner. Do you want to walk?”

Bella shook her head and even shifted slightly in Charlie’s arms, getting comfortable. She was far too light for a girl of her age, and Charlie was even more determined to get a decent dinner into her. Still, he couldn’t hold her for too long, so he headed for the stairs.

He carried Bella all the way to the little table in the kitchen, pushed out one of the chairs with his foot, and settled Bella down on the seat. She looked more aware than before, and her eyes followed Charlie to the other seat.

Their food was already on the table, and Charlie pushed Bella’s bowl towards her with the spoon beside it. “You gotta eat. Mac and cheese, right? It’s still hot.” Bella’s gaze flicked down to the food in front of her, then back to Charlie. “It’ll be good,” Charlie added.

Seeing that Bella was making no motion to pick up the spoon, Charlie sighed.

“Do you want me to feed you? I will, so help me.”

To his surprise, Bella opened her mouth like a little baby bird. It was such an unexpected gesture that it startled a laugh from Charlie. How long had it been since he’d laughed?

“Okay, you got it.” Charlie got up from his chair and came to stand beside Bella’s, scooping up a spoonful of cheese and noodles. “Here it comes.”

Bella accepted the food and chewed, then opened her mouth again. Charlie laughed a second time, still overtaken by the ridiculous scene of feeding his newly-eighteen-year-old daughter like she was two years old again, but also relieved that she was eating at all.

The second and third scoop were similarly accepted, but then Bella didn’t open her mouth again.

“Well, you can’t be full already,” Charlie said. “Come on, kiddo, two more spoonfuls.”

No response. Charlie poked the spoon into Bella’s lip, which got some cheese on her face, but didn’t change her expression.

“Alright, we’re getting silly then. If you don’t want your dad to get silly, you better eat the pasta.” After giving Bella a few moments with that statement, Charlie nodded and got the spoon ready. “Here comes the airplane, Bella.” He dutifully flew the spoon around with some airplane noises, and watched Bella’s eyes start to follow it. “It’s coming in for a landing, open wide.”

Finally, Bella opened her mouth and accepted the food.

Charlie pulled out all the stops for the rest of the meal: airplane, train, very important delivery: he wiggled the spoon and made the kind of sound effects he hadn’t made for sixteen years.

But at the end of it all, the bowl was empty. He’d gotten a fair amount of cheese on Bella’s face, but she’d eaten every last spoonful.

“Good job, honey. Thank you for eating,” Charlie said, somewhat exhausted by the ordeal. His own food was cold, but he was satisfied with the situation. “Do you want me to get you cleaned up, or would you like to do it yourself?”

Bella blinked at him, and Charlie nodded. That would be his job, then.

“Can you drink this water while I’m gone?” He pushed the glass towards her. “Both hands, sweetheart.”

To his surprise and delight, Bella wrapped her hands around the glass and raised it up, beginning to drink.

Charlie retreated to run a cloth under warm water. Returning, he saw Bella had drank half the cup before setting it down.

“Still want dad to do the honours?” he asked, offering Bella the cloth.

When she made no move to accept it, Charlie leaned over and started wiping the cheese off Bella’s face, finishing with a flourish.

“There you go. All clean.” He couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to the top of her head on the way back to the sink. “Should we go and watch some TV, then?” Charlie dropped off the cloth and returned to Bella’s side, offering a hand to hold on the way.

Bella put up both hands, stretched towards him.

“Fair enough,” Charlie shrugged, and scooped his daughter back up into his arms, carrying her over to the couch. He held her the same way Renee had on her visit, with her chest and head cradled in his arms, her legs laid out on the couch. “Do you want to watch the game, or do some scrolling?”

Bella was already staring at the screen in faux attentiveness, as if she hadn’t processed that Charlie hadn’t yet turned on the screen. She didn’t seem to have an opinion, so Charlie turned on the television and started flipping through channels.

He could feel Bella perk up when he flipped onto some kind of kid’s cartoon, so he left that playing. It was mind numbing wash of colours and songs, but Bella was leaning forward and her eyes were actually tracking the characters, so Charlie let it play for a whole hour before turning it off and carrying Bella upstairs to bed.

Charlie left her on top of the covers, with her pyjamas laid out beside her. Whether she would change and get under the sheets or just sleep in her clothes, he wasn’t sure, but he made sure to keep the temperature turned up in case she didn’t make it under the covers.

Then he pulled out his laptop, and pulled up the search engine.

Charlie learned a lot that night, about trauma and depression and age regression. He booked Bella an appointment with a doctor in Seattle, which he probably should have done a long time ago. He also ordered a few things online, curious and cautiously hopeful.

It was possible this evening had been a fluke, but he was willing to do anything to help Bella back to being herself again.

It took over a week for the supplies to reach Forks, and Charlie was doing everything he could to help Bella in the meantime. He didn’t want to cross any of his daughter’s boundaries, so he never helped her get dressed, but he started tucking her in at nights, singing lullabies until he saw her eyes close. He woke her up in the morning with breakfast in bed, and changed the sheets after dropping her off at school, to get the crumbs out.

In the evenings he would feed Bella her supper: sometimes she would lift the fork herself and he would sit back and let her eat, but when she looked at him with unseeing eyes, he would pick up her fork and start with the airplane noises. Every empty plate was a victory.

When the package arrived on his doorstep, Charlie picked it up and took it to his room, then unpacked it. He had gotten some bath toys, and a pacifier, and a soft blanket with ducks on it. He’d also picked up a couple of Bella’s favourite books from her childhood: Anne of Green Gables and The Chronicles of Narnia, new copies with beautiful embossed covers.

But the last thing he found himself holding in his hands, unable to let go of, was a brown stuffed dog: the exact same style as one of Bella’s first stuffed animals. She’d gotten it as a gift from one of her mother’s relatives, and they hadn’t been able to pull her away from it. Bella had chewed the ears bald and eventually pulled off one of the legs, and they’d gotten rid of it when she was ten. But here it was, soft and shiny as the first time Bella ripped it out of the tissue paper with her chubby little hands.

Charlie wasn’t sure that Bella would even remember the toy, but he thought it might be nice to have something to hold.

So he tucked away the books and the toys and the pacifier and the blanket, and he went to Bella holding the little dog.

Bella was sitting in her chair, staring out the window in the same direction as always. It hadn’t escaped Charlie’s attention that she was looking into the woods, towards the spot where Charlie had found her collapsed on the night after the Cullens left. Towards the last place she had seen Edward.

“Bells, honey, I got you a present.”

No reaction. That wasn’t unusual.

“It’s a silly little thing, but I thought you might like it.” Charlie shifted from foot to foot, already feeling uncomfortable with the build-up. “Here you go.”

Without further hesitation, he presented Bella with the stuffed animal, holding it out in front of her. Bella slowly looked at Charlie’s hands, and then at the dog. Her forehead creased in that same little mark of confusion that Charlie had become familiar with, when she was brought back from wherever she went in her absence.

With one hand, she slowly reached out and ran a finger down the nose of the plush puppy. Charlie put the stuffed animal onto her chest, half-cradled by the arm that was still in her lap. Bella blinked and looked down fully at the stuffed animal. She curled her arms all the way around it, and held it to her chest.

Then she looked up at Charlie and burst into tears.

Charlie panicked for a moment, retreating several steps from the sudden distress. But then it occurred to him that this was the first time he’d seen Bella cry since the day he found her in the woods. There had been no break to her blank unresponsiveness, and this was just as shocking as if she’d burst out laughing. Was this a step backwards, or was this progress?

Either way, Charlie steeled himself and went over to pat Bella on the back. She reached out for him with both hands, in a gesture that was becoming familiar. The dog fell to her lap and she stopped to pick it up, then tried to reach out for Charlie again.

Charlie scooped her up into his arms, stuffed dog and all, and made his way over to her bed so that he could sit down with his daughter in his arms. She was sobbing and gasping and there were tears running down her face, and Charlie didn’t know what to do except hold her. He cradled her on his lap, rocking vaguely back and forth, and just held on as her body shook.

“It’s okay Bells, it’s gonna be okay,” he murmured, over and over again.

The crying lasted for longer than Charlie thought was possible. His back was starting to hurt from all of the rocking back and forth, but he kept it up. Eventually, led by memories of long nights taking care of Bella as an infant, he started humming a Bon Jovi song. As though in response, Bella’s sobs slowly started to subside. Before long, she was lying heavy in his arms, and he wasn’t sure if he’d managed to put her to sleep. That cry had seemed exhausting, but the atmosphere in the room felt a little bit lighter, somehow.

Charlie gently guided Bella back from where her face was pressed into his shoulder, lying her down on her pillow.

Her eyes blinked open, still shiny with tears, and Charlie grabbed a Kleenex from the bedside table and started cleaning her up. There was snot and tears everywhere and his shirt desperately needed a wash, but he dutifully wiped off his daughter’s face, then held a new Kleenex up to her nose and said “blow your nose.”

Bella obliged, and Charlie got her to do the other side as well, then tucked away the tissues.

“Good job, kiddo.” Bella looked at him, her eyes clear in the dim light of evening coming through the window. “Hi, Bells.” Charlie touched her nose gently, and smiled.

Bella smiled back, a sudden dawning of happiness across her face. Her hands curled around the new stuffed animal, and Charlie could finally believe that everything was going to be okay.

Epilogue:

Alice liked to check on Bella every once in a while.

She didn’t believe that Edward had done the right thing in leaving Bella, and had worried over the months that Bella had been unresponsive: Alice’s visions of Bella’s future were changeable, and there were some futures in which she saw that Bella never emotionally recovered from the abandonment.

But then, something changed.

Suddenly, Bella’s future settled into a more secure form, something that Alice hadn’t expected. She saw Bella cradled in her family’s arms, first her father and then the flickering of possible future friends. She saw Bella crying, and laughing, and smiling. She saw Bella drinking from bottles full of milk, having her hair brushed by gentle hands, playing with dolls.

Alice went to Jasper and folded herself into his arms, hiding her smile against his chest. It was the kind of smile that would be accompanied by tears, if she had still been human enough to cry: a bittersweet loss and relief at the same time.

She had loved Bella, had wanted to be her sister one day. Even this side of Bella made Alice want to be there for her, to hold her and cradle her. But now that she was certain Bella could be happy without Edward, without the dangerous world of the supernatural, and Alice could let her go.

“Are you alright?” Jasper asked, soothing her with a hand on her back and a touch of his powers, washing over her.

“Bella is feeling better,” Alice said, still not letting go of her mate. “She’s going to be okay.”

Jasper hummed and held Alice close, tucking her head under his chin. He didn’t say anything, but Alice knew he understood.

They held each other, and wished the best for Bella Swan.

#twilight agere #fandom agere #agere fanfiction #agere writing #my writing #my fics #please heed the content warnings!!#tw angst #twilight

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andrewminyardslawyer · 1 month

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Ok resharing my Sunshine Court predictions/wishful thinking with adding commentary after finishing it! I got 15/18 correct and some of the "wrong" ones just didn't have a chance to happen in book one so I'm pretty happy with myself

- Jean showers differently because of the water boarding trauma ✔️

- he dissociates A Lot ✔️

- chronic pain. Especially his hands. I feel like he has migraine attacks all the time too (me?? Projecting?? Never!) ✔️ : I'm sticking with yes on this one because he dissociates and is not present in his body a lot so he might not even realize how much he hurts/is just so use to it it's background noise (again me??? Projecting??)

- either hates the dark or needs it because he's so out of his depth and it's familiar ✔️

- I'm desperately hoping the Trojans don't hate him for being short with his responses and general demeanor. Please love this boy with all your hearts I'm begging ✔️

- Jean and Renee don't work out because she saved his life and he feels like he owes her or something similar. To quote Nora "she is not his answer and he isn't hers"✔️

- I know I said it back in November but the "love story" is Jean and learning that who is is isn't shameful. The love story is Jean and being alive (who/if he ends up with someone should be the least of our concerns. I just want him to be as close to happy as possible and healthy): not wrong but not right, yet. Waiting to see what happens in the 2nd one

- Jean is going to have absolutely no idea how to function in the world. Everything about his life has been scheduled and decided for him and now he has zero guidance and no one who knows what happened to him to help. Classes, books, food, travel, down time, clothing, hygiene stuff, hair cut. He has never been able to choose for himself before ✔️

- I know Jeremy knows the very very basics but nothing even remotely close to the truth and he is going to be SO far in over his head✔️

- idk what it will be but Jean finding a hobby that he genuinely loves will make me cry (everything is going to make me cry)✔️: I know this wasn't a prediction and I'm sure his actual hobby is going to be ceramics BUT Cat teaching him to cook and take care of himself and how to have a better relationship with food and him actually enjoying it made me want to cry

- if Jean doesn't have an eating disorder I will be shocked tbh ✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️

- starts some therapy with Bee or they at least try to have him talk to her before he leaves ✔️: thank god. Someone please help him

- I'd love some Jean and Neil friendship ✔️: well as close to friendship as they're going to get. I mean paying for someone's abuser to be killed is ride or die material

- I want him to have his own room where he can lock the door ✔️: even though he didn't want to be alone he still has it

- some form of Kevin, Andrew, Neil hanging out at Abby's because of the snippet we got of Jean watching Neil and Andrew. Maybe they take him to California (or Renee but I feel like Kevin might be insistent on taking him) ✔️

- So. Much. Kevin. Angst. Jean either never wants to talk to him again or calls him all the time because he is so lost and has no idea how to function as his own person ✔️

- Jean having major conflict over being bi because of the nest in general but mainly because of his sexual assault✔️

- Jean goes to Renee's for holiday break: glad this one didn't come true (I know we're still in the summer but still) and that he isnt in the dorms and has a home!!!

#tsc spoilers #tsc #the sunshine court #the tree talks

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jingerhead · 2 years

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hiya! prompt idea??? i got a notification about the queer prom in my area and that immediately made me think of high school andreil. either them coming from different high schools meeting at the prom for the first time, established relationship going to escape their homophobic school, OR my favorite; loner andrew pining for jock neil who “must be straight,,,, right?” and then having an aneurysm when he sees him there. anyways, do with this what you will, i just think there is so much potential for my awkward murder babies :,)

OH anon that is just so wonderful that that exists in the first place, I'm so happy! I wish I could've gotten to go to a queer prom omg. I also think that idea is just perfect, I too am a sucker for the 'loner Andrew pining for jock Neil' trope. Literally perfect.

There is so much potential here, so I wrote a little thing :) I hope you enjoy the tiny drabble, thank you so much for the idea!! It's beautiful, and I REALLY want to go to a queer prom now hehe.

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Andrew wasn’t sure what sufficed for a queer prom, but he definitely should’ve gone into it with less expectations. The event was taking place in a restaurant in the village that was equipped more for birthday parties than school dances, but the fact that it existed at all was “a win”, at least according to Nicky. There were streamers hung in waves on the ceiling, balloon arches and neon lights that flashed along with the music being played from speakers. In total there had to be at least forty kids in the place, all from different schools around the area.

Somehow, Andrew had been talked into coming along. Between Nicky’s nagging about how he never had a queer prom when he was in high-school (as if he was thirty or something) and Renee mentioning going once, Andrew ended up renting a suit and going. Most of the people there were couples, but some seemed to be friend groups having the time of their lives. Renee had gone off to dance with her girlfriend, leaving Andrew alone with the desserts he’d grabbed from the free snack table.

He wasn’t uncomfortable in crowds, but preferred to stick alone. The one person Andrew really hung around at school was his twin brother and Renee, uninterested in pursuing any friendships that wouldn’t last past the next two years. But this place was stuffy and loud, and Andrew had finished his last brownie, so he decided to head out one of the exits to take a smoke break in the empty alley next to the restaurant.

The music was still audible from where he was leaning against the brick wall, but it was muted and less irritating. Andrew felt himself calm the longer he was alone, slowly taking drags from his cigarette and letting the nicotine wash through him. He should really just leave after this, because Andrew wasn’t interested in trying to find a hookup tonight and Renee didn’t need him to drive her home. He should go back to the house, get the unopened rocky road ice cream in the freezer and spend the rest of his night watching shitty movies in his pajamas.

The door further down the alley opened suddenly, bringing Andrew out of his thoughts. He watched as a guy walked out and entered the alleyway, pausing when he noticed Andrew standing there as well. Andrew blinked in surprise when he noticed it was Neil Josten standing there, dressed in an all-black ensemble of dress pants, a button up and loosened tie.

Star striker Neil Josten. Exy junkie from the high-school varsity team. Practically the jock of all jocks that Andrew had snuck glances at in the hallways. And during lunch. And in shared classes. Especially gym class. Not that it mattered, because exy-junkie-ultimate-jock Neil Josten couldn’t be anything but straight.

Right?

“Hi,” Neil said, walking down the alley.

“Hm,” Andrew hummed, busying himself with taking another drag from his cigarette.

“Air?” Neil asked.

Andrew hummed again. Neil kept standing where he was, just a couple of steps away, leaning on one leg and staring. “Who made you come?” Andrew asked before he could stop himself.

“Why did someone have to make me?” Neil asked, falling against the wall. Andrew was very aware of the few inches of space between them.

“Here with a boyfriend, then?” he managed to get out, bringing his cigarette between his lips so that he wouldn’t say anything else.

“No,” Neil said through a soft snort. He held out a hand that Andrew placed a fresh cigarette in, handing over his lighter a moment later. Neil lit it and held it between his fingers, seeming far more interested in breathing than smoking.

“Why, then?” Andrew asked before he could stop himself.

“Last time I checked, being ace is a queer identity,” Neil said after blowing some smoke into the air. He had a challenging look in his eyes, like he was daring Andrew to say otherwise.

But there was nothing to argue with in the first place. “Yes,” Andrew agreed, unable to look away from Neil, studying the way his eyes matched the sky.

Neil seemed pleased with the answer, closing his eyes and tipping his head back against the brick of the wall. “You?”

“Hm?”

“Here with a boyfriend?”

“No,” Andrew answered. He focused on smoking the rest of the cigarette in his hand, finally stubbing it out on the brick near his hip and tossing the remains on the dirty floor. Neil did the same just seconds later, and the two breathed together as the sun slowly set, the sky getting darker with every minute.

“I’m bored,” Neil said, taking a step away. He shoved his hands in his pockets and stared at Andrew, who did anything but stare back. “Hungry?”

Honestly he wasn’t, but Andrew said, “Yes.”

“There’s a place not too far that has a midnight breakfast menu,” Neil explained. He started to lead the way out of the alley with Andrew right behind him, heading towards the parking lot. “They have great milkshakes, too.”

It sounded amazing. “I’ll drive.”

#aftg #aftg fanfic #tfc #tfc fanfic #all for the game #all for the game fanfic #the foxhole court #andreil #andreil fanfic #andriel #andriel fanfic #jinger's works #jinger answers

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jaytmann2 · 18 days

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Gemma........continued.

The following Monday at school, I saw Gemma, we kissed eachother hello before school without even realising, some people looked our way. I saw Danny and Greg and ran off to say hi. Danny was now going out with Renee (my ex) which was a cover for him and she seemed to like how they never did more then kiss. Danny and my secret fucking was well hidden. Danny Ang Greg asked about what was the deal with Gemma and I, all I could say was "not sure" the day went on as normal. I was in the same class as Rebecca after lunch and she sat beside me. During class I thought I'd better get in first so I told her about Gemma and I having sex and Kissing at the start of school. I was thinking she was going to be hurt and upset when she just bumped my side and said "cool as" I looked at her and said "are you ok with it are you?" She said "why wouldn't I be, I have a boyfriend too you know" I then remembered she was going out with David a year level above us for the entire time I had been at this school! I slapped my face and said "derrrr" and then asked " But you and did......yaknow!" She said "that's just some fun between you and me.......you're not gonna tell will ya?" I said I'd never tell, she said "cool so, do you wanna still have fun then?" I excitedly said "hell yeah" we both giggled before she asked me about Gemma and I. She asked if I liked her etc. I said " I wasn't sure but yeah there's something about her l like when she isn't talking so dam much" we both laughed and she said "do you think you'll just be fuck buddies or could you boyfriend her?" I said I wasn't sure. Class finished and Rebecca said "wanna blow this last class?" I agreed. We snuck to the lockers, grabbed our bags and snuck out of school and walked toward home. I knew Brad would be at work so we went into my house. Mrs P across the road glared at us, nosey old bat. Once inside I dropped my bag in my room, Rebecca had followed me in and then kissed me. We kissed for a bit before we sat on my bed. Because she was taller, it's like she was taking the lead all the time so I broke the kiss stood up, pushed her backwards onto my bed and made her spread her legs. I could see her black panties in between her thick chubby thighs. I reached under her school dress and pulled her panties off. They were a lot bigger then then panties and getting a I was used to seeing. I spread her legs as wide as I could and buried my face into her pussy. Her slit was bare and smooth but she had a small but very neat triangle of trimmed pubes above her clit. Her clit was also much larger then what I was used to seeing (not in.a gross way) she also had meaty pussy lips and flaps. She cam very quickly as I ate her. She then had me get up, she sucked me off before she got on top of me and rode me till she cam again. We stopped to get undressed we did missionary and then doggy. Her fat arse giggled each time I thrust into her. She got back on top and rode me again till she cam. She noticed the time on my clock and she panicked and rushed to get dressed. Her big tits swinging around as she hurried to get her cloths. She got dressed got her bag and I walked her out, we kissed and she ran off up the driveway. Just as she was out of sight, Brad pulled into the driveway.

Once inside he asked me all about "the cute chubby girl" I told him all about her. Brad said "good to see you give them all a go" I said she also has a boyfriend so it's a weird situation. Brad said "id still watch her get fucked, she is a good looker too" I agreed, I walked into my room to see she left her panties on the floor, picked them up and walked into the kitchen and threw them at Brad. He laughed, stretched them out for a good look before throwing them back and laughing out "sex trophy" and we pissed ourselves laughing. I put them into my desk draw and had a shower.

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ncstalgics · 4 months

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( vanessa morgan, cis woman, she/her ) — 🎬 just announced, america “amy” roberts is casted as jenna sommers in upcoming the vampire diaries reboot. the thirty one year old is trending as people are debating if the preppy clothes, polaroid pictures scattered on the floor, a weeping angel, falling asleep in the dressing room, fading away into a blank canvas that they are known for is enough to make them as good as original. a quick google search shows that their fans call them sentimental, but internet trolls think they’re more critical. i guess their newest interview for variety where they talk about how she gave up pre-law to become an actress will let people to know them better.

BASICS:

Name: America Renee Roberts Age: 31 Birthday: May 15th (Taurus) Sexuality: Heterosexual Marital Status: Widowed Positive Traits: sentimental, tidy, energetic, intelligent, logical Negative Traits: critical, anxious, indecisive, awkward Hobbies: Painting with watercolor, watching movies, taking Polaroid photos, decorating

THE STORY (tw; death by car accident):

The fable of the fallen angel began in 2011. America Roberts was a determined, tenacious, and cutthroat student. She went to a very prestigious high school that was known for getting kids into Ivy League universities, and her parents wanted no less for her. They pushed her hard, often comparing her to the students who bullied her as a tactic to get her to work harder. It all came crumbling down, piece by piece, when she fell in love with movies. Amy loved movies. She would watch all the director commentaries, the deleted scenes, the “making of” documentaries. She wanted to be part of that magic. She snuck in a few acting classes at USC, but when her parents found out, they disowned her, which forced her to drop out of school. Luckily, a friend in her class took her in as her own sister. Amy was cast as Spencer Hastings in "Pretty Little Liars" at 20 years old, and since then, it's was almost as though life was getting easier and easier. She filmed "Les Miserables" between season, which got big Oscar recognition, and gave a promising career and very strong start. She even met her husband in the industry, too. Vincent was as a script writer, one of the best in the business. He was strong and passionate and thoughtful. He didn’t know how to laugh, but his stoic expression is what made her giggle. By 2017, they were married at age 25. Life could not get any sweeter... and it wouldn't. He wanted so badly to be with Amy that he left early to finish his script at home, where his muse was. He rushed home and a pick up truck driver made an arrogant choice that cost Vincent his life. The tabloids only read that “Husband of Pretty Little Liars Star Tragically Killed” and it angered Amy, seeing how he was reduced to a single headline and nothing more. For two years, America Roberts hasn’t been seen by the limelight. She dropped out of all of her projects, lived off of Vincent’s family’s inheritance, and stayed home most of the time. She grieved. She got a part time job doing something mundane and useless from home. Her absence was noted as one of the most tragic falls from fame. It took a lot of convincing, but they promised to start small, something that would only last a couple seasons. Aunt Jenna from The Vampire Diaries reboot was practically written for her as a way to reintroduce the great Amy Roberts back into the light. Maybe her star could learn to shine again. Maybe she could fall in love all over again with the art of storytelling. Or maybe it would bring back all of those happy, yet painful, memories.

TLDR; Amy was supposed to be a pre-law student, but when her parents found out she wanted to act, they disowned her and she was forced to drop out. She got taken in by her friend's family, who got her the audition for Pretty Little Liars and kicked off her career. She even married a script writer at 25, but he tragically passed away 2 years ago. She pretty much pulled a Taylor Swift and disappeared for those years. Now she's back to play Jenna Sommers in The Vampire Diaries.

CHARACTER COMPARISONS: Amy Santiago (Brooklyn Nine-Nine), Isabela Madrigal (Encanto), Jane Porter (Tarzan), Elsa (Frozen), Wanda (The Fairly OddParents), Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender), Kate Sharma (Bridgerton)

WC's:

I'm Coming Out by Diana Ross: I'm mostly imagining any friends she had in the industry before Vincent passed away. They're not that close to her, so they sent her some sweet text messages every now and then, but now that she's back, Amy's really looking forward to reuniting with these people. Ain't No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell. Her best friends, the ones who took her in when her parents disowned her, the ones who were right there beside her during her grief. She's lost A LOT and they've always been right there through the absolute worst of it to keep pulling her out of it. Ain't No Sunshine by Bill Withers. Maybe someone who had a thing for her before she got married? Would have been sometime around 2015. Or maybe an ex from back then? Lil Boo Thang by Paul Russell. This is just an idea, we can kinda build based on chemistry and what happens. But I'm thinking now that she's kinda ready to move on (one step at a time, of course), I would love for someone goofy and funny to kinda surprise her out of nowhere. The one thing about Vincent was that he didn't really have a sense of humor, so giving her something new to look forward to would be sweet.

I'm hoping to go more off of chemistry, so these are just ideas we can kind of build off of. Don't feel like you have to stick to any of these, but if you get inspo, I would love to hear what you're thinking!!

#2000s.intro #muse: amy roberts

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jofletch · 11 months

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[CIS WOMAN and SHE/HER] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [JOSELLE ‘JO’ FLETCHER ]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [SUKI WATERHOUSE]. You must be the [30] year old [OWNER OF DRIFTWOOD COFFEE SHOP]. Word is you’re [GOAL ORIENTED] but can also be a bit [STAND OFFISH] and your favorite song is [KILL BILL by SZA]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

@aurorabayaesthetic

Hello there friends, I’m Mads this is my little baby Jo, she’s a new charrie to me so bare with me in figuring her out. I’m working on a bio currently but in the meantime here is a quick little head cannon then some random tid-bits! I’m looking forward to plotting with you all :)

Headcannon:

-Jo grew up here in Aurora Bay

-She is most known for the little scandal that she got caught up in in High School, she was seeing an older guy when we was a senior (18) he was 25 and if you know all too well by Taylor Swift then you know where this is going..

-Basically she got screwed over, she was so innocent and gave her all to him yet that wasn’t enough. Just so happens he had a wife on the next town over.

-So she skipped town and went to NYC stayed there and did a little toxic stint where she experiemented with everything and anything then fell in love with this rockstart whom (you guessed it) did not have good intentions.

-After that Jo came back home and opened up the driftwood something she can put her time and effort into, and here we are.

-She’s pretty much sworn off men and women alike because she’s just not about the heartbreak however she can’t resist a good time.

GENERAL INFORMATION.

Full Name: Joselle Renee Fletcher

Nicknames: Jo, Jojo, Josie,

Age: Thirty

Date of Birth: November 4, 1994

Place of Birth: Cape May, NJ

Zodiac: Scorpio

Gender: Cis Woman

Nationality :American

Religion: Agnostic

Orientation: Bisexual

Relationship Status: Single

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES.

face claim: Suki Waterhouse

height 5'0

weight 125 LBS

hair color: Dirty Blonde

eye color: Green

tattoos: Angel wings (right index finger )

dominant hand: Right

distinguishing marks : none

outfit/clothing : artsy,boho, street casual

hometown: Aurora Bay

current residence : Seabrook Quarter

spoken languages English.

financial status: Middle Class

education level Graduated from High School, (did online grad classes never finished them though)

occupation: Owner of Driftwood Coffee Shop

hobbies: traveling, film, going to art exhibits, being creative, getting tattoos, being a foodie, creating new experiences.

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

FAMILIAL INFORMATION.

mother: Renee Fletcher,

father : Luke Fletcher

siblings (OPEN FOR CONNECTIONS)

cousins (OPEN FOR CONNECTION)

children: none (that he knows of as of currently- Ivy Amor’s baby is his lol)

PERSONALITY.

positive traits: determined, humble, daring, cultured, realist

negative traits: non-commital, dissmissive, self-sabotaging, contradictory

likes: the smell of a good perfume/cologne, mint gum, astrology, fireplaces, tennis, stargazing

dislikes: busses, being too hot,

EXTRAS.

FAVORITES

TV Show: Parks and Rec

Movie: Step Brothers

Book: 1984

Color: Seafoam

Flower: Orchid

Scent: (vanilla musk)

Food: Indian Food/ A Good Burger

Alcoholic Drink: Chardonnay

Music Artist(s)/Band(s): Greta Van Fleet, The Black Keys, The Neighborhood

Song: You're The one- Greta Van Fleet

WANTED CONNECTIONS

best friend

childhood friends

drinking buddies

neighbour

exes

new fling

protective friends

cousin

enemies

work friends

roommate

his new muse

tinder hookup?/ sneaky link/ fwb kinda thing?

literally anything <3

#aurorabay.intro #intro #idk what this is but wanted to get something up! come plot :)

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albrightmacie · 6 months

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☆ –– (grace van dien, she/her, female) who is MACIE ALBRIGHT anyways? ew. you don’t know about SHE/HER, we’ll bet you want to. they’re feeling TWENTY-SEVEN and TAKING PICTURES AROUND THE CITY feels like a perfect night to them. rumor has it they’re OBSESSIVE and UNPREDICTABLE because they care, but they’re also OPTIMISTIC and BENEVOLENT in the best way. SHE works to make a little money as a(n) INFANT TEACHER AT LITTLE HANDS. they’ve rented a place on cornelia street in the form of BROWNSTONE #2. STYLE (muse a) is the song they could dance to the beat of forevermore.

STATS:

FULL NAME: macie renee albright

NICKNAME(S): mace, cc, ma

AGE: twenty-seven

DATE OF BIRTH: february 14th

PLACE OF BIRTH: toms river, new jersey

CURRENT LOCATION: new york city, new york

ETHNICITY: caucasian; english, swedish, dutch, german, irish

GENDER: cis-female

PRONOUNS: she / her

ORIENTATION: bisexual

OCCUPATION: infant teacher at little hands

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: brownstone #2

FINANCIAL STATUS: middle class

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: english, spanish, french, american sign language

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC:

FACECLAIM: grace van dien

HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: dirty blonde, usually worn straight but sometimes in a ponytail

EYE COLOR: blue

EYESIGHT: perfect vision

HEIGHT: 5′3″

WEIGHT: 105-110 lbs

BODY AND BUILD: slim, toned

TATTOOS: a small bird on her upper ribs

PIERCINGS: none

SIGNATURE SCENT: dolce and gabbana light blue

HEALTH:

MENTAL DISORDER(S): anxiety

SLEEPING HABITS: hardly sleeps. maybe gets five hours a night if lucky

EATING HABITS: snack queen but tries to eat mostly protein and healthy but has a tendency to veer towards sweets

ADDICTIONS: none

DRUG USE: aderall when needed

ALCOHOL USE: social drinker but still only has one or two glasses at max

PERSONALITY:

MBTI: the defender (isfj-t)

POSITIVE TRAITS: supportive, observant, reliable, enthusiastic, hard working

NEGATIVE TRAITS: stubborn, overly humble, non-changing, closed off feelings wise

HABITS: anxious rocking back and forth, humming songs, running hands up and down her legs

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC:

MOTHER: victoria albright (43, alive)

FATHER: robert albright (45, alive)

OTHER FAMILY MEMBER(S): savannah kirkman (27, cousin, alive)

PET(S): binx (4 months, black cat)

BACKGROUND:

(more like tidbits but ya know)

macie was born to a sophomore who happened to fall in love with a senior in high school. their love wasn’t conventional but it was their story to tell. while both sets of parents were not happy, they accepted the fate and celebrated the new life that came to be only nine months later.

once robert finished high school, he proposed to victoria and they had a summer wedding before she went back to school junior year. her parents kept macie while robert worked and victoria finished school. fast forward two years later, victoria was graduating high school and robert got his associates degree in business management.

they moved to new york city where they got a small apartment. this is where macie spent the next fifteen years growing up. this is where she had her first heartbreak, her first kiss, and where she learned that love was a fickle matter of the heart.

after her high school graduation, she got a scholarship to nyu where she attended classes for child development. a few years later, she got her degree and started working at little hands. she has gone through every class of children there but fell in love with the infant classroom where she has been for the last five years. she just recently moved into a brownstone and is loving everything about her life in this moment.

CONNECTIONS:

ex boyfriend/girlfriend: could have been a messy break-up or they split amicably. make this connection messy or super sweet.

ride or die: besides her cousin sav, this person is her ride or die. they met in elementary school and have been inseparable ever since. they get into so much trouble and have a tendency to drive crazy distances in the middle of the night. give me meredith/christina vibes.

parents of children at little hands: macie has taught all levels so maybe it’s a former kiddos parents or maybe they met while doing a tour. give me anything with littles.

will they/won’t they: they’re relationship is tricky. they act like they’re dating but not with the official title.

pen pals: started in middle school they had a school project to write someone from a school in a different state. even though this should have only been a couple of months project, it has gone on until they day. letters, care packages, and surprise deliveries are a given.

#cornelia.intro

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andrewsleftknee · 2 years

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Hello hi!

How are you, love?

If you're still up for fic prompts, I have an idea for andreil fluff.

I can't get this scenario out of my head, sick Andrew tying to hide it from Neil, because they were supposed to go out for dinner and drive..

Basically a sickfic where once Andrew is found out he came a drama-queen , demanding snuggles!

Anyways! Much much love and support!

You're amazing as always!

hi! i’m pretty good, how are you? <3

i wrote this initially while very tired, so i’m sorry if it’s kinda eh lmao

——

Neil and Andrew rarely planned out their dates. they preferred to go on drives or smoke on the roof, but Neil wanted to do something special.

there wasn’t an occasion. there wasn’t a reason for why Neil wanted to take Andrew out, he just wanted to do something special for him. he knew it wouldn’t make him feel special, but he liked to do special things for him regardless.

Neil asked Andrew how he felt about it, to which he got a simple “do whatever you want,” from him. the answer wasn’t exactly as clear as Neil wanted, but he took it as a yes. Andrew would have said no if he wasn’t comfortable.

he planned to take Andrew to dinner at a pizza place off campus and maybe to the Barnes and Noble across the street after if it was still open. it wasn’t anything too fancy, but Neil liked the idea of it. he told Andrew his plan and asked him if he’d want to do it, to which he agreed.

——

they planned their date for the next Friday since all of the other Foxes would be out. and it was in the off-season. Neil was excited. he had never been to the restaurant, but Allison and Renee had recommended it a few weeks back when they went there with Matt and Dan.

Neil had left early in the morning for his English class, pressing a light kiss to Andrew’s forehead as he was starting to stir because of Neil’s movement as he was getting ready. he noticed he felt a bit warm, but he chalked it up to Andrew’s typically warm body heat.

when Andrew managed to pull himself out of bed had an hour later he immediately felt his head start pounding and his eyes feeling oddly heavy. he felt slightly nauseous the night before, but he hoped that this had nothing to do with it. Neil had planned a date for them that he was excited about it. Andrew was kind of eager as well.

he tried to ignore the signs of sickness as he made his way to the kitchen. he pulled out one of Neil’s chocolate protein bars and tried to relax on the couch as he ate. he got half way through it before the nauseousness returned, and it only got stronger as he finished off the bar.

he decided to stay on the couch. he feared that if he moved too much that he would be sick, so he slowly moved himself to lay against one of the soft pillows that sat against the arm of their old couch. he grabbed the remote from the coffee table directly in front of him and flipped the channel to some documentary about birds in South America. he tried to fight against his body urging him to go back to sleep, but he eventually gave in, letting sleep overtake him.

——

he didn’t wake up until the front door to their dorm opened and Neil stepped inside. he immediately noticed Andrew laying on the couch, his eyes just fluttering open. he walked the short distance across their living room and crouched beside him.

“are you feeling okay?” Neil asked, remembering the warmth of Andrew’s forehead when he left that morning. he should have known that wasn’t normal.

“yeah, i’m fine,” Andrew replied, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. he pretended not to see the look Neil gave him.

Neil reached his hand to feel Andrew’s forehead, and when he get it was still warm he went into the bathroom to grab the thermometer they kept in the medicine cabinet.

“Neil, i’m fine. it’s fine,” Andrew said. he pushed himself to sit up and turn towards where he heard Neil rummaging in the cabinet.

“and i think you’re lying. let me just make sure.”

Andrew groaned in annoyance, but let Neil put the thermometer under his tongue when he came back into the living room. Andrew slapped the hand Neil was holding on the thermometer and held it himself when Neil let go.

when the thermometer beeped beneath his tongue, Andrew pulled it out and turned it so that Neil could read them number before he did. the stern look Neil gave to Andrew confirmed that Neil knew he lied.

“Andrew, you’re at 100.8,” Neil said as he turned to show Andrew the thermometer, and Andrew only sighed in return.

Neil moved to sit beside Andrew, guiding him to lean his head on his shoulder. “you should have told me,” he said.

“didn’t want to ruin your stupid date.” Neil knew Andrew didn’t think it was stupid. he could tell by the tone of his voice that he was angry that he was the reason their plans were cancelled. Neil wasn’t angry. how could he be? Neil carded his hand though Andrew’s hair to silently comfort him.

“we can reschedule. we have next weekend, right? there’s nothing going on. we’ll go then instead.” and Andrew nodded in tired agreement. “let me take you to bed and get you some water. we have to keep you hydrated.”

“god, don’t mother me,” Andrew said with mock annoyance, and Neil laughed softly in return.

“don’t lie about your health and i won’t mother you. how about that?”

Andrew groaned. “whatever, Junkie.”

they spent their evening laying in bed. Neil was pressed against Andrew’s back, his hand thrown over Andrew’s side so he could rest it on his chest right over his heart. he periodically would comb his fingers though his hair with his free hand while Andrew dozed off into his second nap of the day.

they both missed their evening classes but the honestly couldn’t care.

#aftg #all for the game #all for the gay #andrew minyard #neil josten #psu foxes #palmetto state foxes #andreil #andriel #andrew x neil #this is in a universe where covid isn’t happening btw #andrew is very covid cautious #aftg hc #aftg headcanon #aftg headcanons #tfc #the foxhole court

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redrabbitspod · 2 years

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Yooooo what’s up with you boys?? How are the cats?? The fam?? The team?? Whas goin on

We are fine.

The cats are living in the lap of luxury.

Family is...look Bee is considering marriage and I'm very something about it, I just don't know what. Aaron finished his residency and you can find him in the new LGBTQ friendly pediatric unit in Palmetto. Kate went back to work to finish up her residency which means I get a lot of niece time when they aren't in school and I'm slowly making them my minions. Dylan (AKA Dyl Pickle) has been diagnosed with ASD and honestly no one was surprised just because of how fuckin cool she is. So we're working on sign language with her as she's non verbal for the time being. Bella got in trouble for telling her teacher that school is a government institution meant to keep kids in line and all thinking the same but NOT HER TEACH.

The team has scattered to the winds. Dion and Seth are busy with the baby they had via surrogate (their surrogate being one Allison Reynolds - yes she was as pleasant pregnant as you'd think). Allison and Renee have since retreated back to Miami leaving me without my favorite Christian and leaving the Prince family with an entire human being to raise. Kevin still manages to fit in Daily Exy around his coaching and torturing the team and Neil schedule. The Palmetto State Foxes will probably win the god damn championship Andrew! Wymack is trying to get me to teach a journalism class and I'd honestly rather eat an entire salad of Kevin's choosing. Dan and Boyd are mostly holed up in his place in Columbia where they do god knows what, but it involves a lot of matching sneakers.

What's going on is that Neil and I are living the absolute most boring lives I could ever contrive, and I wouldn't change one thing. -A

#anonymous #rr answers 2 #Andrew answers 2

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maria-akira · 3 years

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how you meet the ahs boys + their reaction while you're having a class - PART 1

—♡—

hey yall im back again 🧍🏻‍♀️ is this what you call a headcanon?? idk BAHAHSHHA. anyways i've had this idea in my mind for a while and i wanted to share it to yall, so i hope you guys like it 😌

these also have a little back story on how you guys meet !!

also, special mention to @tatestripedsweater for helping me give ideas with jimmy's part !! thank you so much mwah 🥺❤

warnings: none! just pure fluff <3

please excuse any errors !

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~♡ TATE LANGDON:

before the pandemic, you and your family have moved into the murder house.

the house gave your family a very odd vibe, but nonetheless all of you had to bear with it because it was sold for a cheap price.

but when the pandemic arrived the country, you were stuck at home 24/7. thus, classes were online.

you met tate because of your father. tate was one of his patients and the both of you grew close.

"Y/N, what are you doing?"

tate would randomly barge in your room while having a class and you would jump out of shock.

"Jesus, Tate. Stop scaring me like that!"

tate would giggle and lay on your bed, observing the lesson that the teacher rambled about.

while you're writing notes, he would stand up and take a chair from some part of your room and sit beside you.

knowing that tate is clingy, you would warn him not to bug you and behave while you listened in class.

of course, he doesn't listen and he would place his head on your shoulder and eventually would cuddle you.

"Taaate, please let me focus."

luckily, you always keep your camera off.

"Mmm, no. I enjoy bugging you."

~♡ KIT WALKER:

one time, you were driving to school on your own and you were almost running out of gas.

luckily, you saw a gas station nearby and decided to get a fill before heading to school. and there, you met kit.

when you first laid your eyes on kit, you thought that he was the prettiest man ever. you couldn't let this chance slip, thus, you exchanged numbers with him.

you talked all day and night, the both of you were so inlove with each other and you finally decided to introduce him to your parents.

your parents loved him and you were so, so happy.

but when the pandemic came, it affected your relationship with kit.

since all schools and unis were closed down, everything went online.

when kit stayed over, he couldn't spend a lot of time with you because you had to attend classes early in the morning, till afternoon.

"Can you stay in bed with me for a little bit, darling?"

unfortunately, you woke up late that day and you missed 10 minutes of your first class. and just like that, you were stuck to your desk until afternoon.

"Kit baby, I'm sorry. I'm late for my first class. Maybe later, okay?"

as much as kit hated this whole online class thing, he would always find a way to cheer you up.

thus, he would cook you breakfast and bring it over to your room.

"C'mere, I'll feed you while you listen and write down notes."

~♡ KYLE SPENCER (PRE DEATH AND POST DEATH) :

PRE DEATH:

madison, your friend, had bugged you all week to go with her to this college frat party near your house.

you weren't the party type. you loved staying at home, watching netflix or reading some sort of fan fiction on wattpad.

but you hated being single. so, this was your chance to actually get a boyfriend.

when you arrived at the party, you immediately hated it. everything was so loud and everyone was drinking, it was definitely a new sight for you.

you were sitting on a couch that was in the balcony, with a red cup that was filled with punch. you loved being away from the commotion.

this is where you met kyle, it was love at first sight. the both of you had so much in common and you thought that he was the man of your dreams.

you exchanged snapchats and from there, you were partners-in-crime.

you and kyle had stopped going to parties ever since the pandemic arrived, which means you got to see each other less.

since the both of you were students, both of your classes went online.

one time, kyle had no classes for a day and he decided to surprise you.

that day, you were having an online presentation. both your camera and microphone were on.

"Rene Descartes was the Father of Modern Philosophy—"

as you were presenting the slide show, you were cut off by kyle's presence infront of your desk.

"I brought you food, baby!"

you would shush him and suddenly turn off your mic.

"I'm so sorry, Miss. My boyfriend arrived and I—"

kyle would go beside you and kiss you on your cheek, your classmates and teacher cooing over it.

"Miss, you better give my girlfriend a good grade."

POST DEATH:

*pretend that he survived the bus accident and had a coma, because we arent involving witchcraft here*

kyle and his fraternity were on a bus that was going to some college event at school.

on the way there, you guys snapped each other and his friends would talk to you as well.

unfortunately, they got in an accident and the bus was flipped over.

a few students, including kyle, survived the accident.

when you heard this news, you cried your heart out and you didnt talk to anyone in your family.

you and your family visited the hospital and you rushed to kyle's room, it broke your heart to see tubes in him, with machines that beeped like there was no tomorrow.

when the doctor said that kyle was in a coma, your heart sank in the deepest part of your body.

this made you stay 24/7 with him until he was discharged.

when he was discharged from the hospital, he was not his usual self. the bubbly, energetic kyle was gone. instead, he was so confused with everything.

kyle's mom made him stay with you until he got his memory back, and you were more than glad to help.

but this took a toll on your studies because your classes were online due to a pandemic.

everyday in class, you would let kyle sit beside you and let him observe what you were doing.

"We're in Science class, Kyle. You were really good in Science, you helped me alot with my homeworks."

most of the time, you would help kyle develop his speech and his writing. but it was difficult for you.

"S-Sci... S-Sci-en.. ce?"

"Yes, Kyle! Good job, now one more time."

~♡ JIMMY DARLING:

ever since you were a kid, you loved going to carnivals, your parents would always bring you there every weekend.

there were carnivals almost everywhere, and your family brought you to all of them.

to you, each carnival was unique. the clowns and magicians in each carnival had different tricks up their sleeve.

but as you grew up, these carnivals slowly went out of business. except for one, which was elsa's cabinet of curiosities.

you decided to visit it one day just for a trip down memory lane, you never really had expectations for this place.

when you arrived there, there were a few people that were seated.

the show started and it instantly made you smile, they reminded you of your younger days. oh how you wished to be a child again.

you watched through a few acts, and the last act was a man named jimmy darling

when he came on stage, you locked eyes with him. there was something about him that really struck you.

after the performance ended, jimmy ran over to you and got your number. from there, you always talked and you would visit him regularly.

the regular visits stopped when the pandemic struck the country, forcing entertainment establishments, schools and unis to close down.

for the mean time, all your classes went online. you told jimmy that he could stay with you until things went back to normal.

on an early tuesday morning, you were in english class. jimmy was with your parents preparing breakfast, and you were falling asleep while your teacher discussed about the odyssey.

unlike tate, jimmy would always knock on your door. as his mom always taught, never enter anyone's room without knocking.

jimmy would giggle at your sleeping sight, your head lowered and your hair messed up.

"Hey, sweetheart, wake up! You're in class."

jimmy's timing was perfect. as he woke you up, you were called by the teacher.

"Miss Y/N, Do you think Odysseus was loyal to his wife?"

obviously, you panicked. but jimmy was there to save you. since jimmy was fond of reading, he finished the book and he whispered the answer to you before you could turn on your mic.

"No, Ma'am. Odysseus had an affair with Calypso and Circe."

once you got your teacher's approval, you turned off your microphone and let out a sigh of relief.

"You're lucky that I'm here to help you."

jimmy would joke and you would jump up to him, tackling him into a hug.

"I'm always lucky to have you, baby."

~♡ DANDY MOTT

at a young age, you were exposed to different types of fabrics. denim, silk, corduroy, neoprene. they name it, you've probably seen it.

your mother worked as a fashion designer. she managed to open a shop in the city and it was a great success for you and your family.

your mother has styled famous models. because of this, the shop was promoted and broadcasted all over the country. one day when you came from school, you saw a long line outside the shop.

that day, the staff count was low. there were only 5 employees instead of 10. you didn't exactly know why, so you decided to help.

after what felt like several hours, the long line finally dissolved into 2 customers, which was a mother and her son. they looked through the shop and the mother instantly loved everything.

her son, on the other hand, was trying on this lilac tux that your mother made.

you assisted her son and when you locked eyes, the both of you smiled. you entertained him throughout his shopping spree and the both of you never broke eye contact.

this was how you met dandy. he made the first move by getting your number, and of course you gave it back.

from there, the both of you talked day and night, even when you were in school.

since dandy's mother, gloria, loved your mother's shop so much, she would invite you and your mother regularly to her mansion.

gloria and your mother got along very well, and it was like gloria was your second mother.

so when your mother went to paris for a fashion show, she let you stay in gloria's mansion until she came back.

but to your dismay, your mother was not able to come back due to a pandemic that was all over the world. flights, establishments, and schools closed down.

of course you were sad, but you didn't worry so much because gloria treated you like her real daughter.

classes were online and you were forced to attend them everyday in the shared room you had with dandy.

since you had to get ready for class early in the morning, you would quietly get out of bed because dandy was sometimes a light sleeper.

it was around 8am and you were in math class. in your school, cameras were required to be turned on at all times. you thought this was a shit rule, but you had no choice to comply.

you were drawing some circles with a compass for an example that was being discussed by your teacher, when all of a sudden dandy was beside you.

"Dandy, sweetie, what are you doing up so early? Go back to sleep.."

dandy would pout at the lack of attention that you were giving him. since he loved holding your hand, you let him hold your other hand that you didn't use for writing.

"You're doing Math instead of cuddling with me!"

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i'm actually super proud of this omg !! i hope yall enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it 🥺❤

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aftg as things in my school

Renee: did y’all know that fanfic sites can’t be accessed during school hours?

Dan: …and why do you know this?

Renee: …

Kevin: *gives a throughout explanation on how the Middle Ages worked in Europe, explaining Christianity to Neil because Neil has a history text in his next class period*

Kevin: *continues to explain how feudalism was the government system during this time*

Random student on campus: are you trying to preach Christianity?

Kevin: …

Kevin: I’m an atheist 🤨

Student: ohh oh, sorry!

(this is in no way shape or form an outlay of what i believe to be Kevin’s belief, this is a comedic expression of what happened in my school between my personal interaction w another person and since I *was* discussing history i feel as though it suits Kevin’s character)

Kevin: so like can we bring…?

Wymack: no!

Kevin: soda?

Kevin: I haven’t even finished my question?!

Wymack: I’m sorry I thought u were going to say alcohol and i was like ? is he for real

Foxes: ALCOHOL IN A SCHOOL BUILDING LMFAO

Dan: stop- I was literally panicking because I thought he was going to say alcohol

Allison: PLS me too

Renee: can we bring those fake wine from weddings?

Wymack: NO!

Nicky: but it’s fake!

Wymack: [looks between Renee and Nicky] no no no no no no no no no no no no!

Matt: but but it’s just grape juice!

Wymack: it’s like you guys want me to get fired or something

Wymack: yeah so like I’ve been recently informed by my girls (in 1st period class but since this is aftg let’s just say “team”) that I’m the “dad” of the school? And Abby is the mom?

Whole team: ummm…yeah about that

Wymack: I thought I would at least me a cool uncle yk w/ my tattoos and all

Wymack: Id at least think that yk the tattoos will make me look cool, I don’t think I’m that old to be a dad

Upperclassmen, under their breath: parent! Abby and Wymack era, fucking knew it

Wymack: I do have a question though, if I’m the dad and Abby is the mom then how does Bee fit into this?

Andrew: Bee is the cool aunt

Renee: yeah, she would let us have sparkling grape juice

Wymack: no!

Wymack: [calls Kevin outside of the court]

Foxes: ooohh he’s in trouble

Bee: yeah busted!

Bee: Imagine your dad being your coach, that would be hell

Foxes: agreed!

Wymack: yeah.. my dad wasn’t a very good father

Matt: oh? I’m sorry, what happened?

Wymack: he left when I was 3 and when he visited he was always just punching me and getting mad

Matt: that must’ve been hell

Wymack: yeah, so like if you ever have conflicts w/ you dad yk you can come to me, I can empathize w/ you

Wymack: 😐

Matt: (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Allison and Aaron: [gets into a fight]

Renee: um.. Andrew? hello? are you going to do anything about this?

Neil: [films the whole thing]

Kevin: [eats an apple]

Nicky: [does zumba classes and randomly squats in front of Aaron and hollers]

Other sport players in the college campus: [trying to stop it]

Upperclassmen and the “Monsters”: [gets into an argument]

Them: [blocks the way bc they’re all standing up and arguing and are seconds away from throwing hands]

Neil: i’m just trying to get to my math class wtf

Aaron: help me study

Andrew: am i smart? yes do ik how to study? no

Aaron: 😑 me too but like pls just do ur best

Andrew: fine

Aaron: [studying for his biology quiz on thursday]

Aaron: and so this dude named Theodore Schwann had a bald spot on his forehead

Andrew: ???

Aaron: bald.. balls lol

Aaron: anyways so you can put balls in boxes which you can’t do with cells, wanna know why? because cells aren’t boxes

Andrew: this is how you study?

Aaron: [throws stank eye]

Allison and Seth: [make out near the women’s bathroom w/ tongue]

Kevin, knowing damn well that Seth can hear him and thriving off of it: hey Aaron! I just saw this dude kissing his on/off gf near the mf WOMENS BATHROOM

Aaron: that is unsanitary

Kevin: right!? and like shoving their tongues at each other and it was the most disgusting thing i’ve ever witness which is saying something because i slapped cold peanut butter on the table and got cut by a plastic spork on the first day of school

Seth: [stares at Kevin as they walk down the hallways and Seth is literally standing right next to Kevin]

Allison: guys there’s a bee in this class!!

Matt: slap it?

Dan: girl it’s near you

Allison: oh my god..

Dan: don’t move!

Renee: [gets up and goes to Allison, slaps the bee that’s flying around her head, bee lands on Allison’s hair, she freaks out, Renee thinks it’s dead and holds said bee with her bare fingers]

bee: [stings her]

Renee: ouch 😟🤨

Wymack, after Renee gets back from the nurse w/ a swell on her left thumb: she looks so offended and clueless as to why the bee stung her, she looked so confused and hurt too 😭

Renee: Abby I got stung by a bee

Abby: how’d you get stung by a bee?! did you do outside or something?

Renee: no, it just bit me

Jean: imagine being so unlucky that a bee stings you while you’re inside of a school building

Renee: IK!

Jeremy: omg look there’s another bee!

Renee: if you don’t stop!

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szchaql · 3 years

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Total Opposite (part 1)

PAUL LAHOTE X SWAN READER

Hi!!! This is my first time making a story. So, i'm sorry if there are a lot of mistakes. Hehehe

(Y/n) Swan is Bella younger sister. She lives with their mother until Charlie request her to move to Forks to lighten up Bella, who currently in the stage of breakup after Edward left her.

(Y/n) is a shy, quite, calm girl, the one who avoid spotlight. She has a long black hair and black eyes, she's shorter and petite girl.

She knows about vampires, because her best friend was killed by one, in front of her. It makes her scared of the vampire and knowing her sister is dating one isn't helping at all. And with the hothead and tempered werewolve Paul Lahote imprinted on her, make her life not normal again.

Masterlist

"(Y/n)!!! How are you, girl?" Charlie greet her youngest daughter at the airport. He call Renee to send (y/n) to Forks to help Bella overcome heartbreak. Bella and (Y/n) are so close with each other, they support each other, almost always together despite (Y/n) is a year younger.

"Dad! I'm good! How's Bella?" (Y/n) really concerned about her sister condition, when Charlie told her what happened.

"Not good. Maybe you can help your sister. You are so close with each other." (Y/n) nod as they are in the car heading home.

"Forks is so beautiful. So quite not like in Phoenix." (Y/n) look at the windown, enjoying the views.

"Of course you will like it. Forks is the best city for you. Oh, do you remember Jacob Black? You used to play with him, alongside the Clearwaters."

"Ahhh! I remember! I used to play with Seth. How are they?" (Y/n) get so excited when her best friend name got mention. Yes, the youngest Swan is close with the youngest of Clearwaters. They've been friends since they're kids.

"They are good. Dad always go fishing with Billy and Harry. And Bella is close enough with Jacob. You should greet them." Charlie suggest to (Y/n).

"Agreed."

Several minutes later, they arrived at home. Charlie help his daughter with her luggages as they get inside. (Y/n) look around the house that she lived before she move to live with her mom. Now she's back and nothing has change. "Always same as before, Dad." Charlie smile at her, putting down her things near the stairs.

"I didn't change your room a single bit, dear. You should check it out." (Y/n) immediately run to her room, opening the wodden door. She gasp looking at it. Its the same as before she left! Her room face the forest at the back of the house. There's a single bed, her study table facing the window, her bookshelf still there, even the books. The closet, too. Pictures of her family, sisters, friends are still there, hanging on the wall with tape.

"I didn't want to change anything on it, since i know this are you favorite place and hold so many memories. I just change the sheet regurally." Charlie bring her things to her room. (Y/n) hug him. "Thankyou, Dad. I'm gonna take a shower and organize my things." Charlie nod and head to the door. "We will eat dinner outside, 7pm." (Y/n) nod and start doing her things.

It takes no time to take a shower and reorganize her things. As she finished, she decided to check up on Bella. "Bella? Are you in there?" She knock on her sister room door.

"(Y/n)? Is that you?" Bella said from inside her room and open the door. "(Y/n)! I miss you so much! What are you doing in here?" Bella hug her sister and drag her to her room.

"Dad called me. He wanted me to comes home and help you. What happened, sis? You look so bad..."

Bella sigh. "Edward leave me. I don't know what happened, but he left me with no words. It hurt so bad, (y/n)..."

(Y/n) pat her sister back and hug her. "You will be alright, sis.. everything is gonna be okay. I'll be here to help you." Bella hug her back.

"We are going out for dinner at 7pm. You have to come. We have to catch up at times." (Y/n) suggest. "You have so many things to tell me."

Bella chuckle at her sister. Having back her sister with her really helps her a lot. She ease up looking at her sister. But she couldn't tell what Edward is, since she knows her sister hate vampire and have a trauma over them. She will try to tell her slowly.

~~~

The next day, the Swan sister go to school. (Y/n) go to the same school as Bella. Being the new girl make her get a spotlight. Everyone looking at the younger Swan. (Y/n) try to not make any contact with them and just stand close to Bella. "Why are they looking at me like that?" She whisper to Bella.

"Well, you are new here, and words reach fast in this small town. It's okay, (y/n).."

They eventually part ways since they are in different year. The first class is History. (Y/n) favorite class ever. She sits near the window and look around the class. There is this one girl, approaching her. "Hi! I'm Tiffany Laine! You must be new here." (Y/n) smile at her. "Hi! (Y/n) Swan. Nice to meet you.."

"Bella sister?" (Y/n) nod. She smile widely and sit next to her. "Hope we can be friend!" (Y/n) think that she can befriend her.

Lunch is here. (Y/n) and Tiffany walk to the cafeteria and take their lunch. (Y/n) spot Bella and her friends at a table. Bella wave at her. "(Y/n) here!" She and Tiffany approach them and sit together to eat lunch.

"I see you already make friend, sis. How's the first period? Do you enjoy it?" Bella ask (y/n) as they eat lunch.

(Y/n) nod. "Totally."

"Hi! I'm Angela! You must be Bella sister. She talk so much about you. Nice to meet you, (y/n)" the girl beside Bella, who wearing a glasses, introduce herself.

"Hello.."

"I'm Jessica. Nice to meet you, (y/n)." A girl across (y/n) with blonde hair introduced herself. (Y/n) nod her head slowly. All of them then eat lunch and have a chat with each other.

As school ends, Bella wait for her sister in fhe car. (Y/n) comes out with Tiffany. "I'll see you tomorrow, (y/n). Bye!!" (Y/n) wave at her new friend and reach Bella.

"Want to meet Jacob? There's something that i want to ask him" Bella ask. "Sure!" They ride to La Push where Jacob lives.

"Things never change huh?" (Y/n) said as they reach the Black household.

"Yup. Same as before. Come on, Jake is in the garage." The two sisger walk to the garage and meet Jacob who work on a bike.

"Jake!" Jacob look at Bella and smile. "Hey, Bells." They hug each other. Then Jacob look at (y/n), shocked. "(Y/n)?! Is that you?!" (Y/n) laugh and they hug each other.

"How are you, Jake?"

"Good. I didn't know you came back here. Bella didn't tell me anything!" Bella rolled her eyes. "She came yesterday. She didn't tell me either."

"How's life? Good?" Jake ask as he work on the bike again.

"Not bad, actually." (Y/n) shrug, not wanting to tell him what happened at her, in Phoenix. Bella look at her sister with worry. "How's Forks after i left? Where's Seth? I miss him."

"As usual. Seth is doing good, he's in home. You should go see him. He's been so noisy not seeing you so long." (Y/n) chuckled, typicall Seth.

The three of them having a long conversation, talking about everything and catch up things that left. Bella and (y/n) goes home at night, to eat dinner.

"How was you day, girls? Enjoying it?" Charlie greet his daughters.

"Yeah. Today is tiring but awesome." (Y/n) sit in the couch, staring at the TV. Bella is leaning at the stairs, smiling. "Good."

"I'm glad. Having (y/n) back is a great decision to help you, right?" Bella chuckled and hesd to her room.

"Go get some rest, (y/n)." (Y/n) nod and head to her room to shower and doing her homework. She looking forward to her life in Forks, with her sister, dad, and her friends. But she don't know that her life gonna turn upside down in short time, leaving her to live in the middle of a supernstural life.

#paul lahote x reader #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote #twilight

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karmiky · 2 years

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I posted 5,861 times in 2021

35 posts created (1%)

5826 posts reblogged (99%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 166.5 posts.

I added 2,376 tags in 2021

#aftg - 413 posts

#all for the game - 402 posts

#the foxhole court - 395 posts

#tfc - 388 posts

#neil josten - 267 posts

#andrew minyard - 250 posts

#andreil - 141 posts

#kevin day - 54 posts

#aaron minyard - 36 posts

#lmao - 30 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#and it’s been 52 days since i’ve read an article about a lunatic with access to nuclear weapons having a twitter meltdown and i’m thankful

My Top Posts in 2021

i think Neil ‘I’m fine’ Josten starts to fuck with the other foxes when they try to ban him from saying ‘i’m fine’ and he’s like ‘fine’ and then just starts using the word ‘fine’ non. fucking. stop. but never saying the phrase

*at a grueling night practice when Kevin critiques Neil* “Kev, not to put too fine a point on this, but fuck off.”

*Allison coming in looking like a drowned rat from walking in a storm* “Hey Allison! What a fine day we are having!”

*Wymack finishes up with a review of their last game* “Coach, I think we need to dive into the finer details of how much the freshman suck.”

*on the roof with andrew* *Neil starts humming Guns N’ Roses ‘so fine’* *Andrew shuts him up*

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Matt Boyd

272 notes • Posted 2021-09-23 02:43:30 GMT

I keep having this thought of Andrew going up to Neil one day and saying ‘I’m giving it back.’ And Neil looks confused for a second and then his whole face lights up. Because Andrew has borrowed Neil’s dream for so long, but now he knows Andrew has found *his* dream. A goal/ambition/purpose outside of his deals and his survival and his nothing with Neil. He has something that is all his that will be there no matter what changes.

And Neil’s a little sad when Andrew retires a few weeks later, but it’s short lived especially when Andrew looks so sure and comfortable and finally, finally relaxed.

And Andrew can’t really complain. He’s got his Exy money, his family, his ambition, and his junkie.

389 notes • Posted 2021-09-30 03:58:48 GMT

Do you think Andrew sometimes uses his memory for some chaotic good?

Like remembering Nicky left this text book for his 8am class under the couch so he puts it in the pantry so he will see it when he grabs his granola bar on his rush out the door.

Or when he remembers Katelyn’s birthday is coming up and Aaron is shit at buying gifts so a few weeks before when he’s at the mall he signs Aaron up to get emails from all of the jewelry stores (he might also sign him up for the kids clothing store and every mall survey that someone approaches him about).

And he always remembers what rest stops have the best coffee and which ones actually have fresh fruit for his idiot junkie and he will strategically give Renee her favorite flavored Powerade an hour before they would get there so she will ask to stop when they’re at the right place.

And then there are times when he’s just bored and everyone is getting too chummy and he wants the dorm to himself (and Neil) so he’ll bring up something from months ago for some chaotic evil.

Andrew: Hey, Kevin. Remember when Aaron got injured and said it happened at the gym and couldn’t practice for a week? He got drunk with Boyd and they decided to do piggy back rides. Boyd had a running start. I think Dan has it on video. He really just crumpled.

Kevin: *angrily leaving the dorm to go talk to them about poor decision making*

Andrew: nicky, it’s good you decided to keep that shirt. Allison said it it made you look like a frumpy frat bro, but you can’t take advice from someone who wears your bomber jacket when you’re in Columbia, right? It’s not a good look on her.

Nicky: I knew it smelled like her perfume!!! *storms out*

Neil: was that really necessary? You could have just told them to leave.

Andrew: I have my reasons.

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We need to talk about the logical conclusion that there is no way the first time Andrew met Neil was the first time Andrew saw Neil. Coach Hernandez sent in a tape! And Wymack would pull recruits files and look at their photo!

And we know Kevin would be watching those tapes and looking at those files.

And we know Andrew wouldn’t have left Kevin’s side that year.

Therefore, Andrew saw all the tapes and files. So he saw Neil way before they went to Milport to sign him. And he went oh. He’s cute. Oh.

And what would be Andrew’s reaction to a cute boy making him feel things? And worse yet, want things?

Destroy the cute thing ofc.

So Andrew-scared of heights and hates flying-Minyard hops on a plane with the sole intent of crushing the thing that makes him feel because how dare he. It wasn’t a matter of if, but a matter of when he would of taken a swing at the cause of his frustration.

Tl;dr: Andrew was crushing hard before he met Neil and the only logical solution was to clothes line him with an Exy racket. Neil never stood a chance that day, it was gonna happen no matter what he did.

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jingerhead · 3 years

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Hi! For the drabble game 23, 30, or 66? Your writing makes me squeal and clutch my phone to my chest every time! Lmao🧡🧡🧡

Hi anon!! When I saw these I gasped because you know what you've given me an excuse to write??? RENISON. Thank you so much, you're so sweet, lovely! I hope you enjoy this tiny drabble :)

23 - Wanna see something cool?

30 - Way to not like my Instagram post

66 - She was hot, admit it.

Renee was walking towards the campus café after her last class of the day. Her and Andrew met up here at this specific time to have coffee and discuss future sparring sessions, but it also led to other conversations at times. The café wasn't crowded, and their table was available, so Renee walked to it first and put her bag down. After that, she ordered a black tea for herself and a hot cocoa for Andrew. By the time their drinks were ready, he'd arrived.

"Hello, Andrew," she greeted, handing him the cocoa. She sat down on the other end of the table and took a sip of her tea, taking a moment to enjoy the calm of the shop. "Anything important happen today?"

Andrew shook his head. Renee didn't press, trusting him to tell her if something was up.

"Sparring today?" she continued.

"No," Andrew said. He tilted his head, clearly studying her. "Something important to tell me?"

"No," Renee replied. "Nothing important."

"Something unimportant?"

Renee knew what that meant. After meeting each other and eventually learning each other's sexualities, they ended up having some kind of unspoken agreement that they could talk to each other about anything they needed to. Specifically, Renee had listened to Andrew's rants about Neil before they got together. They were less frequent now, and though she hadn't taken advantage of it as much, she did take the time to talk to him about her feelings for Allison.

"She posted something today," Renee began slowly, taking out her phone. She pulled up Instagram and quickly found the picture Allison had posted of her wearing a Vixen uniform. Renee had no clue where she got it, or who she got it from, but Allison was just playing dirty, now.

"Just tell her you like her," Andrew said after glancing at the photo for a single second.

"I'm sure she already knows," Renee said quietly, closing her phone. "But we're graduating, soon."

"So?"

"So, we're going different ways."

"She was hot," Andrew said. It caught Renee off guard, because she didn't expect him to say that. "Admit it."

"I..." Renee managed to pause. "Yes, she is."

"Then tell her," Andrew said, getting up and grabbing his cocoa. "Don't overthink it, Walker."

"Throwing my own advice back at me?" Renee asked, managing to smile.

"You clearly need it." Andrew saluted and left the café, leaving Renee alone at the table for a few minutes. She took some time to finish her tea and gather her thoughts, deciding that...well, Andrew was probably right. She would never tell him that, but she could think it.

When she finished her tea, Renee started walking back to Fox Tower. Hopefully Dan wouldn't be there when she got to the dorm, because it would make the talk her and Allison needed to share much easier.

Thankfully, Dan appeared to be out. Allison was no longer in the Vixen uniform - something Renee wasn't sure to be happy about or not - and lounging on the couch. "Hey, you," Allison called once Renee walked in.

"Hello," Renee replied. She put her key on the bowl they kept on the kitchen counter and walked further inside, narrowing her eyes at Allison's smile. It wasn't quite a smirk, but it was nearly there. "What?"

"Wanna see something cool?" Allison asked, sitting up.

"Alright," Renee said, moving closer.

Allison flipped her phone around to show Renee the picture. The first time she had seen it, Renee and dropped her phone and looked up, trying not to imagine Allison back at their room, wearing a Vixen uniform of all things. But now, she took the time to look more closely, admiring the way the skirt complimented Allison's long legs, the way her hair curled around her shoulders, the pose that was supposed to look innocent...

"You look nice," Renee managed to choke out.

"Nice?" Allison mock gasped, turning her phone around to look at her own post. "Just nice?"

"Very nice?" Renee added. "I saw that earlier, so..."

Allison dropped her phone and leaned forward, her smug smile back. "Way to not like my Instagram post."

Don't overthink it, Walker.

Easy enough for Andrew to say. He wasn't here, right in front of Allison, who looked like that and acted like that and who was just...No, Renee could do this. She took a deep breath and tried to gather every bit of courage in her body. Kicking ass was no problem. Breaking into the nest to rescue Jean had been no problem. Confessing her feelings to Allison seemed impossible, somehow.

"Allison, I..." Renee cut herself off, trying to think of the best way to say what she wanted to.

"Like me?" Allison finished.

Oh.

"How'd you...?" Renee started asking, even though she knew she hadn't been subtle about her feelings in the slightest.

"Well, I noticed, and hoped I could get you to admit it first," Allison explained. "But, it's not that fun playing hard to get. And I like you too, so..."

They both stood in silence for a moment. "Are we dating now?" Renee asked.

"I think so?" Allison snorted, then laughed lightly. It was a beautiful sound. "Let's just go for coffee or something, okay?"

"Okay," Renee agreed. She was already trying to think of every café she knew was nearby.

"Alright," Allison agreed, getting up. She paused in the hallway, looking back at where Renee hadn't moved. "You know, if you're interested, I think you'd look cute as a Vixen."

Renee knew her face lit up with a blush. Allison gleamed at her, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she continued walking. "I..." Renee choked out.

"Just an idea!" Allison called. "Oh!" A second later, she rushed back into the hallway. "By the way, can we use pet names? I call Sweetheart."

#aftg #aftg fanfic #tfc fanfic #tfc #all for the game #all for the game fanfic #the foxhole court #renison #renison fanfic #I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS OPPORTUNITY #im sorry if it's not great but i love renison very much #i hope you enjoyed!#jinger's works

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hoodassnerd · 3 years

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Butterflies

Genre: Erik x oc

Words: a lot (I’m so sorry)

Summary: Joanna is a thug at heart but maybe not all the way through

BEEP BEEP BEEP be-

Erik shut off the alarm and look at the girl in his bed.

‘Seven? Sheela? Something with a s? I don’t fuckin know, she gotta get the fuck up tho’

Erik poked her in the back “Aye shawty, you gotta get up. “ she grunted and readjusted to get comfortable. Erik sighs, “AYO!” He shouted. She jumped up from her spot “What! It’s mad early!” “Exactly, that why you need to getcho ass up. I gotta work and I don’t know you like that so you gotta step” he said getting out of the bed.

She looked at him disappointed “Damn you really just gon kick me out like that?” She asked him. “Yea. Bye Keisha.” Erik walked into the bathroom closing the door. “MY NAME IS TIFFANY!” “Whatever the fuck it is, you gotta go” he said. Erik turned on the water ignoring whatever she was yelling at him and got in the shower so he could start his day.

Around 2:37 pm Joanna Brown woke up from her damn good dream about cheesecake and Captain America. “Shit!” She said as she finished her stretched. A good stretch. The one that makes you shake. “I should have called off today. I hate having to use my customer service voice to all them ugly ass men.” She said to herself. Jo worked at footlocker at the front register. She only kept the job because she was a sneaker head. Jo was very self conscious about her body but the men at her job didn’t give a damn about her feelings because her was shaped like the number 8. Even thought she had many customer complaints, they weren’t gonna fire her. She was the reason for half of their customers.

Jo turned on her music phone and connected it to her tv. “Rob the jewelry sto’ tell ‘em make me a grill”. Joanna milly rocked her way into the bathroom and started her showers he tied up her silver bundles and got in the water.

About 30 seconds later her primary phone rang. She looked at the screen and saw Erik’s name and the ugliest scared face you’ve ever seen. Tapping the screen she picked up the phone and started singing the song. “Got 30 down at the bottom 30 mo’ at the top, all invisible set with little ice cube blocks. If I could call it a dri-“ “I didn’t call you to hear yo fine ass sing nelly in my face” Erik said into the phone. Jo looked offended “So why dafuq did you call me?” “I called you to see if y’all got the new 11’s that just came out.” Jo looked into the phone “nigga I just got in the shower! I don’t even know if the sun is still yellow yet! And stop calling me pretty, you know I don’t like you”

Ever since they were in high school, Erik was sweet on Jo. She transferred from New York during their sophomore year. They eventually became friends after she fist fought the quarterback because he wouldn’t leave her alone. Even though they didn’t have any classes together he would always make sure that he saw her when she was at school. Erik liked Jo and was determined to get her to like him back. He would always compliment her and try to make her feel good about her self but Jo didn’t see it like that. Jo was a hood nigga, so she didn’t really want attention from men. Unless she needed some dick.

“Let me finish washing my ass first. I’ll hit you when I’m at work to let you know if we got em’” Erik smiled showing his caps “Thank you lil’ mama. Let me see ya titties” Jo hung up the phone “Bitch I am not showing you my titties” she said as she put the it back down. Willow Smiths - Wait a minute started to play on her tv “Oh this my shit!” She shouted as she turned up the volume.

‘Wait a minute! I think I left my conscience on your front door step! Woo-oo Woo-oo, Wait a minute I think I let my consciousness in the sixth dimension. But I’m here right now, right now”

Jo got in her navy blue 67’ impala that was given to her by her uncle. She started the car and the radio came on ‘FUCK A FLASH THIS AINT SNAPCHAT! CUZ IVE BEEN GETTIN’ PAID, YELLOW DIAMOND-‘. Jo jumped so high she hit her head on the roof of the car “Ow fuck! Shit” she said turning down the volume and rubbing her head. “Let me turn this shit down. I’m not the Same nigga from last night”

Pulling into the parking lot at the mall she looked at the time on her phone 4:02 ‘shiiiiiiiieeeeeeedddddd I still got 30 minutes’ she thought.

‘ when I get up all in ya’ and we can hear the angels callin us, and we can see the sunrise before us and when I’m in that thang, I make that body sang I make her say🚨🚨🚨’

“nigga this my shit!!” She said turning the up volume. The song turned down and switched to big gangster by Kevin gates. “Scuse me bitch... oh. What you want nigga!” She said to Erik as she got out the car. “Why yo thick ass just getting out the car?” He said staring directly at her . Jo stopped and looked around ‘Did this nigga wait here for me?’ “what kinda stalker shit is you on bruh?” She hung up the phone when she saw him. “Chill lil mama. I’m just trying to make sure my future wife got to work safe.” “Where she at?” Jo said confused. Erik sucked his teeth “Girl stop playin, you know it’s you. Wicho sexy ass, ooooh girl I’d love to see all that ass in a sundress.” He said licking his lips.

“Boy if you don’t get yo ass on somewhere. I wouldn’t dare marry yo ass. All the bitches you be fucking I don’t know where to dick been, nigga” she said grabbing her work bag out her backseat. “Why you ain’t take yo ass in the store? Everybody in there fuck wichu, they would have gave you a discount if you would have asked. Renee prolly would’ve gave you them shits for free, she in love wicho bum ass.” She said reaching for the door. Erik slapped her hand away from the handle. “Why you always do that like I can’t open the door” she said walking pass him. “When a man is present a women shouldn’t touch doorknobs or handles.” He said staring at her ass. “Mmmmhmmmm. Whatever nigga”

“Hi, welcome to footlocker! If you need anything just let me know!” Jo said in her customer service voice. “Fake ass” Erik said walking passed the counter. “Shut up and getcho shoes nigga!” She said back.

As Jo was reluctantly helping Erik, like the good employee she was, the door buzzer went off “Hi welcome to foo- Fuck. Welcome to footlocker if you need help please don’t ask me. “ Erik turned around and saw three men walk in the store and smirk at Jo. One was tall, about 6’4, light skin with a fucked up gumby haircut. The second one was shorter, kinda looked like Boosie with dreads. The third one looked like Dave east.....but dirty.

“Who dat?” He asked watching them walk around the store “Remember I told you about that nigga that keep coming in here bothering me but I can’t do shit cuz he buy ten pair of shoes?” He nodded “That’s his ugly ass. The dinghy one. He get on my fucking nerves. This nigga smoke boggies and think it’s ok to talk directly in my face like boy get the fuck on” she said scanning eriks shoes while he was laughing his ass off “This shit not funny bruh like, I told him I had a boyfriend but he won’t leave me the fuck alone”. Erik looked at her inquisitively “Did you describe ya so called boyfriend” he said putting quotes around boyfriend. She shook her head no. “Bet” he said. “Aye bro where you going?”

Erik walked over to the shoe display and picked up the cement grey 4’s “lil mama, y’all got these in a 12!” He asked. Jo looked up from the register to see Erik across the store “

What’s those?” “Come here and see” she rolled her eyes and put his other shoes under the counter and jogged over. “Oh the cements, let me check in the back” noticing the ‘Dave east’ looking at Jo, Erik slid his hand on her hip as she talked. She looked at him sideways like he was crazy. He lifted his brows as to say ‘play along’ Jo gave him a stink face but nodded slightly “Gimme a kiss ma” “no I’m at work” “you so mean to me” he said pouting.

Jo rolled her eyes and walked to the back room. “Aye bro. Why you pushing up on ole girl like that?” Erik turned around to see ‘Dave east’ looking like he wanted to fight. “And who the fuck is you to be asking about my girl?” He said as he squared his shoulders. ‘Dave east’ backed up a little “oh shit bro my bad I didn’t know that shorty was yours.” Erik clenched his jaw a little “ stop staring at my girl. And If she tell me you keep harassing her imma beat the shit outchu” Erik said slightly walking toward him. ‘Dave east’ turned around and walked away. “All we got is 11 and 13. “ Erik looked at jo “that’s fine mamas, I got some already. Thank you tho” jo looked at him “ so you telling me that you made me walk all the way ova he fah some shoes you already got? You deadass? Your total is $557.82” Erik smirked at her “I can’t get a thank you?” “Fah what?” Erik smiled real big “you see ya mans?” Jo looked around “what you say to him?” She said as her eyes lit up “I told him to stop talking to you and he left” jo raised an eyebrow “I know you lying but thank you” she held her hand out, Erik looked her up and down “ what?” He asked “give me yo money, hoe” jo said with an attitude. Erik sucked his teeth and gave her his card. “Declined” “WHAT!” “I’m just fucking witchu. Enjoy your day, sir!” “You play to fucking much” Erik mumbled as he walked out the store.

#it aint easy being cheesy #black!reader #erik killmonger x reader

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