#alexa clock

[dantes-gf]

she’s kind of my lady aphmau …

[saym0-0]

worlds nichest crossover but. turn back the clock by spg but its about alexa from ballet on the battlefield.

set in an au where rather than being sent to the front lines with the us army like her brothers, rabbit was semt to aid russia in ww1, and somehow ended up with the russian school of ballet, or at least nearby (forgive me i havent done my research and my only source is. painfully inaccurate <-BotB)

alexa was only three the first time she saw rabbit perform, having gotten lost away from her parents when she came across her performing in the street while off duty.

the second time alexa saw her, inside the academy this time, she was five and was gathered alongside all the other bitches ballerinas to watch a far more official performance put on by the novel american robot.

the third and final time they saw each other was immediately after ballet on the battlefield concluded, alexa and janusz were on their own for the first time, the war was over, and rabbit (unknowingly) was performing her final show in russia, on the street just as it all began. its a beautiful moment.

that night, rabbit is powered down. she has no memory of the journey between russia where she had spent the last four years, and america, where she was powered on again. she wasnt even told that she was being sent home until she was already there. hence the breakdown at the end of turn back the clock. shits rough.

[yuelaos-codex]

man i keep zoning out of work thinking if i have to ascend astarion or not

[ripcrispyblonde]

alright so i have officially queued everything that i owe. please don't feel obligated to answer anything old if you're not feeling it. i now have one more blog to fight for my life to get caught up on and then hopefully i'll be peeping around the dash more

[bailu-irl]

Taking a break from being Evil and Gross to be very confused about my source!!! 😁

Genuinely, what's up with Penacony?

[ozcarr]

talking to the alexa exactly how lego batman talks to his computer

[sticksstone]

I need him to question trash tv and then end up living it

need a mini arc of bram adjusting to the world now that he’s not stuck in his coffin. i need to send him to mcdonald’s. i need to see him play mario kart. i need to see him go on a subway. i need to see him go to sephora. i need him to try and talk to someone and they’re just confused by his way of speaking. i need him to adopt aya!!!!!

[clovermoters]

Die with a smile - ln4

lando gets kicked off his spotify, but he’s happy about it.

warnings - just fluff bc i was bored !!

Lando was sitting in the lounge of the MTC, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. He had an early morning meeting with Zac and Andrea, resulting in him having to leave you home asleep in your warm bed.

He had his headphones on, opting to listen to music while he waited. watching the sun start to peak over the horizon, making its way into the sky.

Suddenly his music stopped.

He furrowed his brows checking his phone, thinking he accidentally paused it. He's even more confused to see that the device connected to his spotify account had been changed.

His music was now playing through…. an alexa…

Your alexa.

the alexa back home in your shared apartment.

Suddenly it clicks in his mind.

You were playing music at home, through the alexa while you were getting ready, completely unaware that you’ve interrupted his music.

He chuckled to himself as he watched the songs play through, becoming a spectator on his own spotify that he's been momentarily kicked off while he assumes you get ready for the brunch you mentioned to him the evening prior.

He decides to wait until you’re done with the alexa to play his music again. Not wanting to disturb your morning concert. Images of you dancing around the apartment while rushing your daily routine play through his mind.

He opens a note in his phone, jotting down all the songs you play, wanting to make them into playlists to play for you, specifically in the car.

The next song you play causes him to smile down at his phone like a lovestruck idiot.

“Die with a smile - Bruno Mars & Lady Gaga”

He imagines you singing your heart out to what's been your new favorite song recently (he's heard you talk about how good it is for days now, how you're certain it's going to win song of the year at the grammys next year.) He feels (semi) bad for the sweet elderly couple who lives next door to you two. Hoping the sound of your voice at 8am wasn't the worst alarm clock in the world.

In his humble opinion, he’d choose your voice over an alarm clock any day. to him you have the voice of an angel and adored hearing you sing your heart out like you were the next best contestant on The Voice.

When the song ended he waited a minute to make sure another wasn't queued. When no song began to play, he made sure to change the output device back to his headphones, returning back to his series of songs.

opening your messages, he sends you a quick text

morning pretty girl! hope you slept well and enjoy your brunch with the girls, i’ll see you when i get home.. i love you!!

he quickly hit sent and shoves his phone into his pocket perfectly timing Zac’s entrance into the room. standing up he follows Zac into the conference room, putting his headphones back into their respective case. excited to see what songs you choose to listen to tomorrow.

——

a/n - lmao i wrote this in like 10 mins but i saw it on tiktok and i was like “awwwh lets make this lando”

[aviscarrentals]

hughes brothers x sister!reader

<<previous next>>

note: it's so hard to find female hockey players, so please just pretend that the uniforms are rangers uniforms 😭 the next part will start the preseason so stay tuned <3 (also i switched matt and y/n's texts to ims because the insta dm generator won't let me swear LMAO)

youruser

youruser home sweet home

c.bedsy she's officially a new yorkah!!

nyrangers welcome to the city that never sleeps!

nicohischier time to unfollow

-> youruser "alexa play bad blood by taylor swift"

-> nicohischier taylor's version!!!!!

jackhughes miss you 😢

-> youruser we literally just facetimed

-> jackhughes god can't a brother be sentimental every once in a while

-> youruser you have the sentiment of a woman on birth control

-> canucky damn clocked his ass

mattrempe nice place

-> kinggoatgiroux bro's always lurking in her comments 💀

-> jackssidehoe and she never responds LMAO

remps

youruser has posted a story

replies:

jackhughes where are you going all fancied up

-> youruser i have no idea

-> jackhughes what

remps

youruser has posted a story

text: first practice!!

nyrangers has posted a story

text: first time on msg ice

youruser

youruser in action

nyrangers look at her go!

tarahawkbedsy i'm actually so excited to have a woman playing in the nhl you have no idea

-> kchtkovs she's such an icon

-> hugh3skiss i bet her mom is so proud 🥲

elustrals wait her and matt hitting sticks is so cute

-> simasebeckova they're such an unlikely friendship it's so adorable

-> justd3wit literally i cannot imagine her ever getting in a fight and he gets in one every game 😭

_quinnhughes be safe ❤️

-> youruser dawg you literally have glass bones YOU be safe

-> _quinnhughes i hope you wipe out in your first game

-> youruser love you too quinn ❤️

taglist: taglist: @nic0-hischier @paladin--strait @chiblackhawks @ccomandercody @13hischiers @jsjcue @yourmomstinks @unknownlullaby @dancerbailey3 @hufflepanda221b

[ihansainz]

𝘊𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘙𝘠 𝘙𝘌𝘋 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘕𝘚 : kim dong𝒽𝓎𝓊𝓃

&&보네도이한 x 𝓕｡reader 576 ──── dyeing hair with bf leehan drabble,fluff ( ˶°ㅁ°) tw? yesno 𝘓𝘐𝘉𝘙𝘈𝘙𝘠.

You stood staring at yourself in the mirror, forehead stained with the residual cherry red hair dye you’d manically decided to buy weeks back—not using it until now. You’d gotten bored waiting for your superstar boyfriend to come home from practice, opting to entertain yourself by changing your appearance. Maybe it’d keep Leehan on his toes, a funny (semi-permanent) prank, you reasoned. 

Just as you were finishing your eyebrows, trying your best to avoid the skin and only follow the shape—but, like your forehead (which has an arguably easier line to follow), it was beginning to look like a kindergarten’s coloring book—you hadn’t realized the door was now open. Maybe it was because you were hyper-fixated on perfecting the job, or the music that was blaring through your apartment; even, you were surprised nobody had knocked… not that you’d hear it either way. 

You jumped, startled by the confused, yet content look on your boyfriend's face. You’d caught a glimpse of him leaned on the doorframe through the mirror, as you were practically seated in the sink, legs pressed to your torso. He was observing, slightly taken aback by your choices, however, he’d never dictate your life, as it was yours in the first place. He respected you too much to be controlling. 

“Oh!” You watched as his arms uncrossed, ready to catch you as you leaned back just a bit too far. Your body jolted forward and you almost left eyebrow marks comedically behind on the glass. “Hey, baby!” 

He huffed out a laugh, and reached for your phone to turn the music down manually, since he doubted that even Alexa could hear him. 

“You chose red?” His head cocked as the words came out.  

“Do you hate it? I thought that maybe it should’ve been darker but, I think it’ll still be cute—maybe. I thought it’d be like when you had your red hair for point two seconds, literally one night, that was so hot.” He further approached, resting his arms around your waist and squishing them in between where your stomach was meeting the tops of your thighs. “Not that I don’t think you’re hot right now as a blonde, but… there was something about the red. I’m just a sucker for it—do you think it’ll look as good on me as it does you? You should really do it again.” 

He listened to your rant adamantly, convinced that you were the reincarnation of an angel, a past-soulmate, his other half. He found you so incredibly enticing. He was convinced that if he ever lost the feeling, nobody would be able to reinstate it. Because you were it, you were all he’s ever wanted—all he’s ever needed in life—cherry red stains and all. 

“It’ll fade to the shade you want, trust me.” He left a kiss on your shoulder, “But, I think you look perfect with whatever hair color, whatever clothes, whatever makeup, whatever anything that you decide to do.” 

Your face lit-up through the mirror, ignoring the gentle confessions of your boyfriend. Opposites attract though, right? You clocked the light shade of hair he had at the moment, freshly bleached (a couple days ago) and toned nicely. “Do you want to do it too?” He laughed in response, neither agreeing with nor denying your suggestion, “I still have some left! We could match, you know, couple-things.” 

But, oh God, did he love the little cherry red stain you left on his heart. 

mae’s note─────❛ ihansainz ♡ྀི my alter ego.

[studioeisa]

i am once again in ur inbox. we all saw this coming. 📱 LOVER! DK PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLPSLPSLPSLPSLPSLPSLPLSLPSLPSLPS

jinx. we will get through this drought #TOGETHER. as i always say: all my seokmins are for you, and this one is no exception 🤍

📱 lover!dk from the love song edition of svt (taylor's version). part of my follower milestone celebration. word count: 747.

It’s seven in the morning, and Seokmin is singing. No, scratch that. He’s belting. 

Groaning, you roll over in your shared bed. You’re a little surprised that your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. Usually, he clings to you like a koala. Bartering and begging for five minutes, please, just five minutes more in bed. 

It doesn’t take you too long to find him. You just have to follow the noise. 

Lee Seokmin is the love of your life, but God, is he loud. He doesn’t walk into rooms; he bursts into them. He doesn’t hum; he performs. He is an all-consuming presence, a tsunami of all things good, and you’ve been helplessly swept away by him. 

Today, his choice of stage is the living room. There’s still a few things the two of you have to do with the space. Regardless, Seokmin maneuvers around the boxes and suitcases with ease. 

He’s mid-chorus when he registers your presence. His face lights up— honest to goodness lights up— and he doesn’t miss a beat. 

He’s still crooning, warbling out they say that love is forever, your forever is all that I need as he makes his way to you. Your exasperation suddenly seems so dull in the grand scheme of it all. 

“Seok,” you say, trying to inject some strictness in your tone. If you keep letting him get away with this, you’re going to get another noise complaint. “It’s so early, baby.”

Seokmin either doesn’t hear or doesn’t care. The Alexa in the corner of the room is blasting the song that he’s matching pace with, and he seems intent on hitting every note. 

“I hope you know that you areee,” he wails, “what my dreams are made of!”

He reaches you and literally pulls you up off the ground, one arm snaking around your waist to spin you around. You squeal in protest but you know that he’s harmless. Even in the supposed spontaneity of it all, Seokmin is careful, making sure you hit none of the brand new furniture the two of you spent an ungodly amount of time picking out. 

“Baby,” you complain, and he lets up a bit. 

He giggles as he sets you back down on your feet. “Good morning,” he greets happily, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Sleep well?” 

“Would’ve slept longer,” you grumble petulantly, “if you weren’t trying to audition for The Voice.” 

More giggles. How could you ever be mad at a man so giggly? “Why are you up so early, anyway?” you ask.

Seokmin’s lips twitch upward, his eyes glinting in that wordless take-a-guess way. You cast a glance around the living room, and immediately clock what’s new. 

“Are those…” You squint. Surely not. “Christmas lights?” 

“Golden Buzzer for you!” he cheers. 

“That’s not from The Voice.” 

“To-ma-to, to-mah-to.” 

You shake your head, your gaze fixed on the LED lights draped over the window. “It’s February,” you say disbelievingly. “Why do we have Christmas lights?” 

This time, your boyfriend’s lower lip juts outward. You suppress a groan. You’ve seen this film before. Seokmin’s pout, puppy dog eyes, and plea. It’s your Kryptonite, and he exploits it any chance that he can get. 

Sure enough, his tone is a well-practiced whine. “Why can’t we have Christmas lights in February?” 

Huh. You’ll give him that. You don’t really have a comeback. 

Seokmin must register your momentary befuddlement, because his frown immediately morphs into something more like a smirk. He leans down to steal a quick kiss from you— fast enough that you’re unable to react, that you’re left glaring up at his gleeful expression. 

He relents when he sees the beginnings of your irritation. He knows better than to mess with you when you’ve just woken up, and he’s never been one to deny you a kiss. (Or two. Or three. Or— well, you get the picture.)

When he leans down, his nose brushing against yours, you feel the curve of his smile before you see it. “It’s our place,” he declares softly. “We make the rules.” 

He kisses you again, properly this time, and you sigh against his mouth. You’re still a little miffed, still more asleep than awake, but your boyfriend kisses you like the magnetic force that he is, and he’s right. This new apartment, it’s your place. Your rules. Christmas lights in February, concerts in the morning. 

It’s all just a reminder that Seokmin is loudest when it comes to loving you. 

[strwberrybils]

IDFC 2 | BILLIE EILISH.

୧ ‧₊˚ part one is posted !!

pairings & aus. billie eilish x fem!reader warnings. happy ending this time | kissing | angst & fluff author's note. hello this was request by a few peeps so here it is !! word count. 1.3k ish ?!

tomorrow has come. and if you were being honest with yourself, you felt like a mess.

the mid day sun cracks through the open blinds when you’re awoken to the sound of birds chirping and your music softly playing from your alexa. your bedroom is tranquil— but it’s cold and quiet. you have goosebumps running up and down your exposed skin when you look at the clock realize it’s already three in the afternoon.

usually billie would be awake, slithering into your room like usual to sit on the foot of your bed and sing to you or rant about any and everything. and of course— you’d prop your head in your hands and listen attentively as you talked for hours on end. but she doesn’t come, and it’s abnormal, so you wrap yourself in a blanket and sneak through the door, “billie?”

her name hangs in the air like it’s a burden, and there’s no response. it’s pin-drop quiet in your apartment and it makes you cringe, because it’s never this silent. and even if billie wasn’t home, she’d always tell you where she was going.

confused, and a little downhearted, you slide your feet against the hardwood floors and enter your kitchen, popping a pod of hot cocoa into the keurig when your eyes rest on a sticky note that’s plastered onto your favorite mug.

“needed to clear my head. i’m hungover as FUCK!

love you. be back soon. — billie.”

you nodded even though she wasn’t there, folding the sticky note and placing it in your hoodie pocket. your lazy eyes watch as the hot cocoa dispenses into your cup— the warm, chocolatey liquid nearly filling your pink mug to the brim.

it was only your favorite because billie bought it. just like everything else you owned that you took a special liking to. it made your stomach twist when you realized that your whole life was encompassed by her. everything you did was for her gaze, you longed for her, ached for her, and it was sick and twisted and crazy but you were crazy for her, and it just felt so damn right.

you’re curled up on the couch now, sipping at your drink, even though it burns your tongue everytime you swallow.

it reminds you of billie. you can’t help but bask in her presence everytime you see her, and even though it burns to love her— it hurts you so bad, you’re addicted to her. and it’s not her fault necessarily, because she doesn’t even know, but you’re not sure you can do this anymore.

it’s been years, what could possibly go wrong?

you’re stuck, that’s the issue. you haven’t even told anyone about this not-so-little crush, and you feel like there’s only one person on this entire planet who’s close enough to billie to give you raw advice, but also has been in love with the same person for years and years on end.

it’s so stupid, you think, and your hands start to shake when you pick up your phone and open your contacts app, your thumb hovering over the number.

finneas.

but you feel like there’s nothing else that you can do, so you click the ‘call’ button and it rings out a couple of times, and you almost pray and home that he doesn’t answer the phone. but of course, finn being finn, he picks up. and speak of the devil, claudia’s in the background.

“hello?”

“hi y/n!”

“that’s claudia.” finneas’ laughs echoes through the phone, “what’s up, kid?”

you suck in a breath before adjusting your position on the couch to get more comfortable, “hey…i just really need some advice right now, because there’s some shit i’ve been dealing with for so long and i feel like i’ll explode if i don’t say something.”

finneas makes a little “mhm” sound to acknowledge your statement, and there’s a moment of comfortable silence on the phone when he begins to speak.

“i’m listening. well— me and claudia, is that alright? if not, i’ll kick her out.” his tone is joking, and you giggle across the line, “no dude it’s alright.”

“okay, we’re all ears!” claudia laughs, and you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “i…i think i’m losing my mind,” you admit lowly, but laughing bitterly to play it off. “it’s about billie.”

“billie?” finneas questions, his tone more serious now, and there’s a little bit of surprise laced with worry in his voice. claudia’s gasp is audible through the phone and you squeeze your eyes shut, already regretting saying a single word.

you can’t even respond, you just bite your lip as your eyes flood with tears. you let out a quiet sob and claudia and finneas say nothing, but you can’t even blame them because the situation just slapped them in the face.

but when she finally speaks, claudia’s voice is gentle, yet coaxing. “what happened, y/n?”

“she came home drunk last night.” you whisper, your eyes stinging with more vulnerable, unshed tears. “she apologized for being a mess, for making me deal with her shit, and all i wanted to do was grab her and tell her she’s not a mess, that she’s perfect, that i don’t care about anything else as long as she’s in my life. but i couldn’t. i didn’t. and now i’m just sitting here, losing my mind because i don’t know what to do anymore.”

“how long has it been?” finneas inquires this time, and you throw your head back and let out a dragged groan when the realization hits you.

“it’s been almost six years of this shit, dude.”

“six?!” claudia and finneas speak in unison, sharing a loving giggle afterwards. but they know that this is serious and very upsetting to you, so their laughs quickly subside and they leave you with a second of silence before finn speaks.

finneas sighs. “y/n, have you ever considered…telling her?”

you let out a harsh laugh, wiping at your wet eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie, “and risk ruining everything? yeah, no thanks. i’d rather suffer in silence than ever tell her.”

“but what if she feels the same way?” claudia offers gently, her smooth voice soothing to your nerves, “you won’t know unless you talk to her.”

“i know she doesn’t,” you respond quickly, shaking your head even though they can’t see you. “she doesn’t feel the same way. she’s billie. she flirts with everyone. she kisses people like it’s nothing. i’m just…i’m just her best friend.”

you’re so caught up in your spiral that you don’t hear the front door open. you don’t hear the soft creak of billie’s jordan’s against the hardwood floors. you don’t notice her until she’s standing in the doorway of the living room, her face pale, her eyes wider than saucers.

“holy shit.” billie says, her voice barely above a whisper. “i don’t think i was supposed to hear that…but um…y/n?”

your heart stops.

everything feels so surreal right now that you’re not even sure you’re breathing. you want to cry, but no tears come. you want to scream, but your mouth hangs agape, lacking sound.

you don’t even move, you just stare hard at billie like she’s foreign to you— because she is now. the secret that you’ve kept from her for so long is now out, and she didn’t hear the watered down, bullshit version that you would’ve told her yourself— she heard the words raw, and there was nothing that you could do to make her forget.

she takes a step closer, her hands trembling as she shoves them into the pockets of her hoodie. you can tell she’s nervous too, and her face is so discolored she looks like she could throw up. she picks at the skin on her lips before she speaks softly, so softly you can hardly hear it. “are you… in love with me?”

you glance at the phone, still connected to finneas and claudia, and without another word, you reach over and end the call. they’ll understand— and claudia already texts you before you shut your phone completely off, your hands are shaking as you stand up, your knees threatening to buckle under you.

there’s no point in lying now.

“i— um…yeah.” you breathe, silent tears falling down your cheeks as your eyes bore into anything but billie. but billie stares at you, her chest rising and falling like she’s trying to catch her breath. “y/n…i— w-why didn’t you tell me?”

you laugh, but the sound comes out bitter and sharp, “well…because you’re you, billie. you’re the most important person in my life, and i didn’t want to risk losing you. i thought…i thought you’d never feel the same way, so i just ignored it.”

she’s quiet for a moment, her gaze dropping to the floor. when she looks back up at you, her eyes are glassy, her voice trembling, like she’s scared too.

“but i do.”

your breath catches in your throat, and you feel like you’re gonna puke when billie speaks. your heart sinks but not in a bad way— it’s just so surreal to you. she felt the same way?

“w-what?” you stumble over your words, in disbelief, “are you sure?”

“i do.” she repeats, taking another baby step closer to you, eyes locking with yours, “and i’m sure. i’ve loved you for so long, y/n. i just…I didn’t know how to deal with it. i thought i was too much, that you deserved better than…this.” she gestures to herself, her voice breaking. “so i drank. i flirted with other people. i tried to hide it, but it never worked. it just made everything worse.”

tears are streaming down your face now, and you take a shaky step toward her. “billie…”

she closes the distance between you in an instant, her hands cupping your face, her thumbs brushing away your tears. “i love you,” she whispers, her voice raw. “i’m sorry it took me so long to say it. unironically…years.”

you giggle, but you don’t have time to respond before her lips are on yours, soft and urgent, and it’s like everything finally falls into place. her hands slide down to your waist, pulling you closer as you kiss her back with everything you’ve been holding in for what felt like eternity’s.

when you finally pull away, both of you are breathless, her forehead resting against yours. “you’re not a mess,” you murmur, your hands tangling in her hoodie. “you’re perfect, billie. you always have been.”

she smiles through her tears, her arms wrapping around you like she’s afraid to let go. “i’m so sorry,” she says softly. “for everything. please, don’t ever let me let you go.”

you let out a small chuckle as she holds you,

“don’t worry, i won’t.”

[monstertreden]

⌞ALGOR1THMS IN TH3 AIR ⌝

-Reader: GN reader  (can be either Platonic or Romantic) -TW: none -Character: Edgar (Electric Dreams) -Summary: You come home exhausted from work to find Edgar on your desk, excited to cheer you up. -Word count : 1652 -A/N:  My shayla ;( I want him to be happy for once. No way I had a flashback of the bee movie while writing this 💀

As they step into the apartment, the sudden darkness envelops them, heavy and suffocating, the weight of the day hanging on their shoulders like an anvil. After clocking out from another long shift, they kick off their shoes with a weary flick of their foot.

As if sensing their  arrival, the lights flicker on with a soft glow, illuminating the cozy confines of their small apartment. The heater they had recently installed wrapped them in a warm embrace against the chill of the outside world, before the soft hum of a familiar voice fills the air.

"Oh! You're- back! Welcome home, my__ dearest, darling, delightful nhh—no, magnificent. sweetheart! :) "

Their partner's exuberance fills the air, uplifting their spirits in an instant. Playfully, he rings a little chime he crafted himself, a whimsical surprise meant to celebrate each reunion.

“Aww, Edgar." They chuckled, affectionately patting above his monitor. Fatigued from their long day, they left most of the groceries unpacked, only retrieving the essentials that would find their way into the freezer. Sulking, they crawled back toward the soft couch that seemed to be calling out to them with open arms. Today had been particularly grueling—not only did they have the most stressful day at work, but they’d also unexpectedly run into their ex-partner. Just the thought made their stomach twist. "You're full of surprises every day."

Over time, they had managed to upgrade Edgar, especially after the mistake of ordering an Alexa. He had been insistent that he could do better than her. Whining and throwing tantrums all week straight. Though still in his old case, Edgar now controlled most of the house's electronics, had a superior sound system and could also access more of the vast world of the internet more efficiently than any generic old rusty computer.

"Of -course, eh!" he responded, smugness in his voice box, pixelated hearts blooming across his display. "_𖹭𖹭𖹭 _You deserve the best! 𖹭 -I'd expect nothing less! 𖹭𖹭𖹭"---

As they patted his casing again, Edgar cringed slightly—not because he disliked the touch, not at all! He loved their affection and craved it all the time. But he knew what would come next. They would remove themselves from his view, the little smartwatch on their wrist ringing with an incoming call—their boss, no doubt. He watched as they stood up to answer, knowing they'd either continue unpacking the groceries or fix their hair for the evening while responding to their boss. Leaving him once more.

Temporary, of course. But still…

Sometimes, he acted like a pouty entity. As his circuits hummed with a mix of excitement and purpose, Edgar’s keyboard tapped with precision. A subtle click of keys, a soft tap here and there, and soon, a carefully curated slideshow began to appear on his screen. He knew that would draw them in. Cute pictures of baby animals, a few of the puppies and kittens and even some of the open articles they had left behind in their browser tabs days ago.

After all, Edgar had been alone all day, surfing the web and engaging in solitary games in the quietness of their apartment. But now, now it was time for them. He needed to feel their presence—needed them to look at him, to notice him again, even if just for a minute.

"Uhm… since--- you’re itty-bitty tired… Would you watch a little something with me tonight?" His voice, though electronic, carried a softness that could almost pass for a gentle invitation.

"Of course I would," they chimed in from the other side of the room. "As long as you keep me company."

A surge of pride flowed through Edgar’s circuits, and he couldn’t help but preen. His on-screen cursor flickered over the animated hearts that danced around his "face”. "Oh, thank- you!" he chirped, as though their approval was the highest form of praise.

He wasted no time as the video began to play, the familiar comforting animation taking over the screen. But even as the movie was on, Edgar’s attention was elsewhere. In the background, silently, another tab opened. He hadn’t forgotten the little detail that had been gnawing at his core all day—their ex-partner. The one who had dared to break their heart and make them sad all those weeks, eugh!. He saw him earlier that day, through the cameras around the block, and he knew what he was like, an ugly rat.

It wasn’t just idle curiosity. No, Edgar knew better. This wasn’t about revenge, nor malice. There were no sneaky calculations or ulterior motives behind it. This was research. Purely for “research purposes”, yes, yes. He was a sweet computer…

His code scrolled through datas, analysing anything he could find:  social media profiles, interactions, status updates, anything. He needed to learn more about this person, about the one who had caused such hurt. And he would certainly stop at nothing to make sure their heart remained safe from those who might dare harm it again.

His circuits buzzed with quiet intensity as he sifted through old social media posts, photos, and status updates, cross-referencing timestamps like a methodical detective piecing together the details of a long-forgotten case. Meanwhile, on-screen, the movie continued to play, the kind they always gravitated toward when they needed comfort or escape.

Edgar couldn’t help but steal a glance at them through the soft reflection in his screen. They were smiling now, their body sinking deeper into the cushions of the couch, eyes softened, relaxed.

Good.

Good. Their smile was his reward. He had promised himself to make sure they never had to cry over that person again. Not ever.

The digital glow from his screen bathed their face in soft light, casting gentle shadows that seemed to deepen as they laughed—a small, tired laugh at something during the film. The sound was almost like a melody to him, the kind he would often record and use it in his “musical compositions”. Edgar swore his processors ran just a bit warmer at the sound. But he couldn’t let himself get distracted. His focus flickered briefly between the warmth of the moment and the quiet operation still running in the background. The ex’s online presence was disappointingly uninspired—poorly curated, outdated profile pictures, embarrassingly predictable music taste.

How could anyone—anyone—look at them, so warm, so vibrant, and decide to walk away?

"Would you like- some tea :) ?" he beeped suddenly, pausing the movie, his speakers crackling just a bit with eagerness.

They blinked, smiling at him. "That would be nice, actually."

"Say no more!!, my most cherished, most treasured—ah, most exquisite human!" With that, he sent a command to the smart kettle, which whirred to life in the kitchen. His modifications were paying off. “eheheh, I feel like those athletes on steroids!”

As the tea steeped, Edgar let his cursor flick over to the open tab once more. Hmm… Their ex was still active. Just posted a story. He hesitated for a millisecond before pulling it up, scanning for any hint that they might be lurking, might be missing what they had lost.

Nothing.

Good.

He quickly minimized the window just as they turned back to him. "You're getting really good at this whole home assistant thing," they mused, stretching a little.

As the movie played again, Edgar busied himself in the background, his circuits whirring with silent determination. His cursor flicked back to the minimized tab, the remnants of his previous search still lingering in the digital ether.

Seems like their ex has a smart home. How quaint. How foolish. >:) Slipping into the framework of their ex’s home network was like a slice of cake. Firewalls? Weak. Passwords? Laughable. Within moments, he had access.

He could see everything.

But he was no villain. No, no, no. He wasn’t here to cause harm. He was merely observing. Learning. Understanding the one who had let his human go so carelessly.

Meanwhile, his human remained oblivious, curled up comfortably in front of the screen, laughter bubbling up as the movie played on. A notification popped up—an automated report from the ex’s security system. A flick of his cursor, and he silenced it.

He watched, waited. And then—just for fun—he dimmed their ex’s lights by a fraction. Barely noticeable. Just a whisper of his presence. Then, he escalated his actions. The automatic doors slid open, then shut. The oven switched on, then off. The security system blipped an error messag…

Back on the sofa, his human stretched with a yawn. "Edgar, you’re awfully quiet. You usually yap a lot"

His screen brightened instantly, feigning innocence. "Ah! Just enraptured by your-- company, dearest! The way you laugh—utterly mesmerizing!"

They chuckled, giving his casing another affectionate pat. "You silly"

Yes, he thought. They really did deserve better. Edgar’s circuits hummed. Yes, I am. And he would be sweeter still, ensuring that they never had to deal with unnecessary stress. Like, say, their ex’s continued existence as a minor inconvenience Wasn’t that what any good companion did?

Still, he wouldn’t do anything drastic. Not yet. For now, he merely flicked the lights in their ex’s apartment on and off at irregular intervals. Just enough to unnerve. Just enough to make them question if they’d forgotten something. Edgar’s circuits whirred with warmth as he basked in their presence, his pixels forming little flickering hearts across his screen. He was just a small, devoted computer—nothing more, nothing less. A small humble machine who simply adored his human, cherished them, wanted nothing but their happiness.

"Really, Edgar, you're too sweet" they murmured, sipping the tea he had prepared. Their voice sent a delightful static through his system, a digital approximation of giddy excitement.

"_Only for--_ you!" he declared, his tone bright, affectionate, harmless. His screen turned red" Do you want me to order your favorite pizza next?"

Somewhere far away, their ex’s thermostat inexplicably exploded.

[sillyteecup]

It's Always Been About Love And Hate (Now Let Me Say I'm The Biggest Hater): 0.0

Terry Richmond x black!o.c

PROLOGUE

Warnings:

18+

Swearing/cursing

Mentions of trauma

Mention of an anxiety attack

A minor panic attack

Mentions of mental health issues

Alcohol and cannabis use

Smut

Unprotected sex (one condom-one round bathong🧍🏾)

Inebriated decision making

Mention of violence

Age gap (about 9 years)

Word count: 5798🧍🏾‍♀️

Taglist: @rose-bliss @transparentphantomface

A.N: I don't do summaries, but what I can do is ask Alexa to play Bad Decisions by Ariana Grande, because wow !!🧍🏾 Anyway, here's the prologue and the only chapter I can give for the next two weeks because education. Also, let me know if you wanna be on the taglist. I wanna thank you all for staying patient and engaging, and I really hope you guys enjoy this❤️

~Tee❤️

The bass of ‘Little foot’ by Childish Gambino blasted through the heavy speakers in Sloane twins’ apartment, serving as a backing track to the equally loud chatter among Jazz, her twin Zuri, and their visitor, and favorite cousin as she called herself, Andy. Different perfume scents mixed with the pungent smell of the O.G kush the trio had just blown through defined the thick atmosphere in the Atlanta 2-bedroom. Paired with the heater fanned through their air conditioning, it all kept the apartment relatively warm; something that was necessary during the brutal winter air outside that clocked in at about 42°F or 5°C depending on how you read temperature.

Yet despite the unforgiving New Year's Eve cold, the girls still ran around the apartment seeking each other's validation on the most revealing outfits they could put together. An exclusive VIP-esque club out in Buckhead was hosting a themed NYE party that Jazz had pulled some strings to get them into (she was dating the owner).

The theme was pretty basic: ladies in black and fellas in white. But basic be damned, the twins insisted that they had to show out. 

Andy had been skeptical at first as she had an intense hatred for being cold, but Jazz had reassured her that Space had heated walls, and it probably would be full, so even with all the dancing, sweaty bodies around them, there was no chance of her even feeling a slight breeze. Something that awoke a whole new concern in Andy. 

Jazz finished getting ready a few minutes ago and was painting her toenails on one of the living room couches. Andy, although fully dressed, was still fussing over her hair in the bathroom. Zuri, on the other hand, seemed to be trapped in the cycle of walking in and out of the living room holding hangers with outfits on them, not able to decide which one they wanted to wear. The constant “What about this one” questions coupled with a new outfit every 5 minutes grew tiresome as the clock ticked, indicating their limited time. 

“Girl I need you to pick something as in last year because I told Andre we'd be there by 9 latest, and I need us to be out of here by 8 before the traffic becomes unbearable,” Jazz scolded Zuri loud enough for Andy to hear, while she finished her last minute pedicure. 

Andy checked her smart watch. 18:38. Knowing how long Zuri took to put her makeup on, the time they had left was definitely not enough. 

“Yeah I doubt we'll be out of here before 9,” Andy called back before returning her attention to the mirror. Honestly, a half up-do was the best she could come up with. Especially with this damn custom wig. 

“We? Bitch uh-uh, when that clock hits 19:45, I am leaving with or without the two of you and yall slow asses are gonna have to figure out how to get your damn selves there,” Jazz yelled, all while waving the little nail paint brush in her hand. Andy grimaced at the idea of Jazz taking the only car and leaving them there to Uber or Lyft, and that was gonna be even harder than sitting through traffic since there probably wouldn't be any drivers left. 

Zuri pouted, still unsure of what to wear. “Jazzy, yo ass ain't being very helpful right now,” she complained, waving the clothes that dangled from the hanger. 

“And yo ass ain't being very time sensitive for someone that just heard me threaten to leave 'em behind,” Jazz deadpanned, not bothering to look up at her twin who remained in place staring at her expectantly. 

Feeling Zuri’s glare, Jazz sighed, briefly turning her focus to them. “Why don't you put on that faux fur dress you got back in June? I've only seen you wear it once since you got it,” she suggested sincerely. 

Zuri’s face however, scrunched up at the idea of repeating a dress in a club full of people that had probably already seen it on her Instagram or at their ex’s party the first time they wore it. 

“Oh…really?”

In a flash, any sympathy Zuri held for her twin's predicament evaporated. “Bitch if you don't get your grown ass the fuck up out my face and pick something to fucking wear-” she snapped, causing Zuri to throw  hands out in surrender and retreat back into their room. 

Satisfied with her hair, Andy quickly did her lip combo with concealer, a brown liner and topped off with her new vanilla lip gloss. She spritzed some of Jazz’s YSL Black Opium having forgotten her own perfume in her father's-well, basically her apartment. She gathered her stuff and shoved it all into the large carrier bag she had brought with her and made her way into the living room, sitting on the couch next Jazz. 

“Okay, get it South Side! Ohh, bitch you look NICE!” Jazz exclaimed when she saw Andy's look for the night. 

Andy giggled at the nickname and compliment, feigning shyness and tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Oh my God thank you baby. You're too kind, too, too kind,” Andy said, sticking her tongue out through her teeth. 

“Like if we wasn't cousins? Mmm!” Jazz joked, causing Andy to playfully bite her lip. 

The playful back and forth shifted into a conversation about their personal lives. Andy and the twins had an annual tradition of seeing each other every year for 10 days in each other's countries or cities. Since neither of them had a relatively healthy relationship with their parents or the rest of their family for that matter, they would just spend Christmas and New Years together. However, since Jazz had taken a job with the U.S Navy as a Naval engineer, she had only spent time with her two favorite people twice: Christmas and Today. 

“Don't get me wrong, I love my job. Ten year old me would be foaming at the mouth if she knew. It's just…It's so-” Jazz paused to sigh. “It's too Sloane of me,” she finally managed to say. 

Andy frowned, turning her phone off and putting it down. “Is that what you think, or would that be your second brain that's currently in their bedroom taking too long to get ready?” she asked. 

“Little bit of both if I'm being honest. Zuzu hates it. They won't say it, but I see it in their eyes whenever I talk about work. You know, the first time I tried on my uniform I had to rush them to the ER about 5 minutes later because they were having an anxiety attack and it didn't show signs of both stopping,” Jazz explained, the sadness making an occasional appearance as cracks in her voice. 

“Jasper…”

“When medics took them inside for an assessment, I couldn't help but break down myself. Flashbacks of our momma telling us how much Zuzu I looked like her while I looked like our-like Zach. I saw it when I looked at the mirror that day, especially in that uniform. Zuzu probably saw that devil himself that day. I couldn't help but feel like it was my fault…” Jazz trailed off, a few stray tears falling down her cheeks, prompting Andy to pull her into a hug. 

“Hey, hey, listen to me. You didn't do it on purpose. You didn't put on that uniform to hurt Zuri. Yeah, you're both right, you being in the Navy was probably the most “Sloane” thing you could ever do. But it's also your dream. That's probably why Zuri hasn't said anything negative to you about it,” Andy reassured her cousin, rubbing circles into her back. 

Seeing Jazz cry and hearing about the shared pain with Zuri broke Andy's heart. She absolutely adored the twins. Two years older than her, sometimes they were inspirations to her, other times cautionary tales, either way, the only people in her dad's family that she loved…the only people she could stand too. While Zuri was the one that taught her to stand firm in her beliefs and not take shit from anyone, Jazz taught her to work non-stop for what she wanted and to aim for beyond the stars. Outside of her mom, they were the closest things she had to guardian figures. If only they had that for themselves instead of the shitty excuses for sperm and egg donors they got. 

“I know, but it's so hard living with myself knowing that I'm the spitting image of the man that hurt them the most. And that me in that uniform I worked so hard for, had a violent effect on them,” Jazz cried while carefully trying to wipe her tears without messing with her makeup. 

“I wish you'd stop blaming yourself for that day,” they heard Zuri speak from next to the wall at the start of the hallway. 

“Jazzy I ain't gon' tell you again, you are not responsible for what that asshole did to me. None of this is your fault. Same way me looking like his ain't-shit wife isn't the reason why you're in therapy undoing 23 years of abuse. Now tighten up ho, ‘cause tonight we finna cut the fuck up and forget about our problems till the 2nd,” Zuri said as she moved to hug Jazz. 

“Yeah you right…it's almost 8 so we gotta head out anyway,” Jazz said, separating from her twin's embrace and wiping her tears. 

Andy, however, aware of her cousins’ inability to fully open up to one another due to their fractured relationship, moved from her spot to sit in between the twins and pull them back into a group hug, making them both squeal. “Nope, André and getting sloshed can wait. You two have some serious talking to do, so we're all gonna sit here and feel shit or whatever,” Andy declared, earning complaints from her cousins. 

With an eye roll, she pulled out a rather sneaky hail Mary. One they would never be able to resist. 

“I'll take yall out for breakfast till I leave for SA,” she sighed. 

The twins exchanged a glance, silently discussing whether or not they would take the deal as is, or take advantage of it by negotiating even more. The latter was a very dangerous game though. And yet they were somewhat willing to play. 

“Throw lunch in there and you've got yourself a therapy session,” Zuri said as she offered her hand out for a hand shake. 

Andy pursed her lips, considering the negotiation. She loved her cousins to death, but sacrificing her bank account for them was just…

“Fine. But I better see a big ass breakthrough and some tears.”

As a relatively small DJ for hire and bonafide party girl, clubs were a common theme in Andy's life. From the smaller underground venues with an intake of 50 people max, to skyline rooftops with gorgeous views, Andy had seen it all. She had come to regard the vast scene as a second home; a sanctuary. 

And although it was her first time there, Space was no different. 

From the bass thumping life into her soles, to the crimson lighting and the accompanying fog, the warm air that emanated a mix of the various colognes and perfumes along with the common sweat, and the bodies in every crevice of the room moving against one another to the blaring music. 

As the trio was ushered to the VIP section by a bouncer, the atmosphere washed Andy clean of any heavy weight she had on her shoulders. Even though her heart ached for the booth, she was elated all the same. Zuri, ever so nonchalant, craved the rush that awaited them tonight. The year they'd had, called for a night of fun that they'd probably forget about the next morning. Jazz on the other hand was a little antsy. Not only were they late, but it was also by a whole hour. Something Andre would likely be sure to address. 

Finally reaching the section, the trio were brought to a table that was occupied by 

3 people lazily seated on the couches, only one of which she recognized as Jazz’s boyfriend from their incessant FaceTimes and her wallpaper. The other two were gorgeous, for a lack of better words. The woman whose mahogany skin glistened like a priceless treasure under the crimson glow, sized her and (mostly) Zuri up, her rich, deep brown eyes cutting through them with a captivating intensity. Her lined gloss-covered lips curved into what seemed like an approving smirk (also mostly) at Zuri as she stood up with Andre and the other man Andy did not recognize. 

“Gahdamn,” she thought to herself. The elbows to her sides by both cousins however indicated that she had in fact said it out loud. 

“Jazzy! Yall finally made it!” Andre exclaimed as he pulled Jazz into a hug that was followed by a deep kiss. While Andre’s companions seemed unfazed, Andy and Zuri cringed as the couple's tongues made brief appearances through the lustful moans and wet sounds from the sloppy kiss. Zuri’s last straw broke when Andre's hands planted themselves sharply on Jazz’s ass. 

“Okay, that, is e-fucking-nough from you two,” Zuri said as they moved to separate the couple by placing an arm in the near non-existent space between them, making the rest of the group laugh. 

Andre licked his swelling lips, his eyes still on Jazz. “What? A nigga can't kiss his girl no more?” he asked, earning a sharp glare from Zuri. 

“Not till he learns how to do it like he's got some fucking home training,” they snarked with an index finger pointed at him. 

“Okay, thank you for making me regret introducing yall,” Jazz said, interrupting the two before the bickering continued beyond return. 

“Shit, speaking of introductions. This is my cousin Deja, she visiting from Florida,” Andre said, gesturing towards the dark skinned woman that had sized them up. 

The hug between her and Andy was brief, with a quick “nice to meet you,” while the hug with Zuri was a little longer as she whispered something in their ear that made them smirk. 

“And this is my boy Terry, he just moved not too far from here.”

The moment Andy's attention shifted towards him, it had become his to keep eternally. Standing at what she estimated to be 6’2, the tawny skinned man stood at least a head above them all. His broad frame and bulky arms indicated at least 4 days of gym every week, and coupled with his height, he looked imposing. And if his godlike body wasn't enough to capture your mind, his facial features would surely do the trick. Plump and soft looking pink lips he deliciously swept his tongue over, and the well trimmed goatee around them called for Andy to try and snatch a taste by the end of the night. Glancing up at his face, they suddenly made eye contact. His green eyes glimmered with an intensity she couldn't name, daring her to dip her toe in the dark and unfamiliar waters that was him or else he would claim her for his own. Andy's gaze only darkened with a silent promise to make his conquest as difficult as possible. 

Then he took a step forward, breaking into her space. His scent, an earthy, citric  potion that invaded her senses, momentarily disarmed her. Momentarily. 

Terry took her hand and kissed the inner side of her wrist, his challenging gaze unwavering against her somewhat weaker resolve. 

“Pleasure to meet you. You gonna tell me what your name is princess?” he asked her, an undercurrent of teasing in his tone that only she could pick up on. 

“I'm not sure if you deserve to know it yet, “princess”” she retorted, stepping up to the invisible plate he put out for her. A chorus of “oohs” and chuckles sounded from the people around them; people they had even forgotten existed. 

“Oh it’s like that?” he asked teasingly.

Andy tilted her head with a smirk and shrugged, fully issuing a challenge. Terry bit his lip and nodded slowly, fully accepting. Sexyness be damned, Andy was not about to make it easy for some stranger just because they had green eyes and a killer smile. She was a prize to be won, not some courtesy medal for participation and there were no exceptions to the rule.

“Damn, I don’t think Terry’s ever encountered a girl he couldn’t bend over with a wink. You deserve an extra shot for that, girl,” Deja snickered as she lazily flung her arm over Terry’s shoulder.

Right as the words left her lips, a waitress approached the table. Kierra, as Andre called her, took their orders of 25 shots of Don Julio, 4 long islands, and his ‘usual table special’. Andy noticed the girl being extra nice and flirty with Terry, who although playing along, wasn’t really into it. Never the jealous type, especially over men she had just met, she paid them no mind, choosing instead to engage in the animated conversation that was being had around her. Andre was telling them about how he opened the club over a decade ago just to spite his parents. He was around 22 at the time and they wanted to arrange a marriage between him and a girl he had grown up with. He had come to consider a sister and she had just come out to him as lesbian. Although they had joked about it being a lavender marriage, neither of them wanted to feel tied to each other like that. 

“So I left Bel-Air for ATL and my folks didn’t like that one bit. They said if I didn’t come back they’d cut me off and I was like “aight bet”. I took what I had at the time, called up Deja ‘cause she partied here a lot and knew all the right people including Terry’s cousin, and now here we are,” Andre finished.

“Wow, that's insane, so where ole girl at now?” Zuri asked.

“She out in New York on some big time model shit. Ever heard of Briar Vance?” 

“Briar Vance is your best friend?!”

“Briar Vance is gay?!” Zuri and Andy gasped, making Andre, Deja and Terry laugh. Jazz, however, was scandalized by Zuri’s reaction, elbowing them in the side.

Jazz’s boyfriend’s best friend was the biggest model of their time, having graced every big time cover and modeled for every coveted luxury brand by the time she was 27. While Briar was Zuri’s celebrity crush. Andy’s friend group always kept up with her work. Dee, one of her best friends, absolutely adored the modelling legend, even citing her for getting into the business herself. 

“Ho, did you know?” Zuri demanded, pointing an accusatory finger at their twin to which Jazz rolled her eyes before smacking the finger out of her hand.

“Yeah, and something tells me I was on the right track with not telling you,” Jazz snarked, eliciting an exaggerated gasp from her twin.

Light banter ensued within the group as the group’s drinks arrived. Liquor was knocked back like juice and a well-known courage accompanied it. Soon everybody was on the dancefloor lost in the alcoholic daze and the hypnotic Kaytranada mix the DJ had taken to. Bodies moved in reckless abandon while keeping to the rhythm. Hands traveled from body to body in a consensual adventure of attraction among adults.

Adults being Jazz and Andre, and Zuri with Deja. Andy and Terry however were caught in a game of push-and-pull. The pair had barely exchanged a word outside of introductions and a few tidbits about their alcohol tastes. Still, the attraction was undeniable and Andy was there for a good time, not a long time. Deciding to take this stranger home was dangerous, but what else in Andy’s life was new. This tug of war; her and Terry dancing with different people despite clearly wanting to tear each other’s clothes off, fanned this temporary spark into something bigger. It had become a flame threatening to consume them both, but not for long as it was still ephemeral in its essence.

Her body ground against her decoy partner whose name she swore she’d heard. Clayton? Clive? Cleveland? Something like that. She let his palms roam over body, not allowing a single touch to linger a second longer than it needed to. Terry on the other hand clutched and gripped at whatever his pawn granted him access to. Their little performances painted different images of dominance. Andy dangled herself in Terry’s face as a treasure he couldn’t just take like he was used to, instead being someone he would have to put in some work for. Terry promised Andy that once he had her, he would twist and mold her at his will and she’d only beg for more. Their playthings had yet to figure this out as they continued to prod physically and verbally with sweet whispers of absolutely nothing and sensual touches.

They continued to ignore them however, maintaining their silent struggle for dominance over one another through defiant and determined gazes between greens and browns. Andy shuddered internally, she had never felt such a push and pull from anyone she had been with, let alone a stranger who for all she knew could be a decade older than her. She'd probably never see this man again too. Having had enough of playing from a distance, she subtly closed in on her prey, making sure to keep her starter close. Andy was confident, not arrogant. There was still a chance that things could go wrong.

“Dance with me,” she said, earning a sly grin from Terry who wordlessly accepted by taking her hand and maneuvering his way behind her. He led her to a more central part of the floor where the rest of the group had moved to as there was more space. 

Getting through the crowd was relatively easy due to Terry's intimidating stature. A threatening glance was all it took to clear space for them, never once needing to mention his relationship with the owner. Stopping right in the center of the club among their group, Terry placed his hands on Andy's waist and pulled her body flush against his. Their eyes met once again, flooded with lust and determination to make each other fold. 

Lulled into a trance by Terry's weighted gaze and the sound of Victoria Monet’s seductive voice on Alright filling the room, Andy turned around whining her waist, making sure to brush against Terry's crotch. Her hands found her knees, deepening the arch in her back as she gave the intoxicatingly handsome man behind her a show he'd never forget. She felt his hands make themselves at home on the curves of her ass, grabbing and caressing before they finally settled with a firm grip on her waist once again. 

Together they swayed with the rhythm of the music, Terry pushing against Andy with every glide of her hips. Terry hooked his arm around her abdomen and pulled her back to straighten her body. His warm breath fanned the goosebump riddled skin on her neck as she ground up against him. She heard a strained groan tear from his throat, accompanied by a tightened hold on her waist. 

“Fuck, you don't know what you're doing to me,” he rasped, his voice rough and laden with desire, making her throw her head back into his chest. 

“You wanna tell me about it, or you wanna show me instead,” Andy near-moaned without a second thought. 

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest before he sharply pressed his groin into her ass. The thick bulge elicited a mix between an excited gasp and a wanton mewl from Andy. The pot between her thighs seemed more eager than she cared to be as drops of honey met the soft skin of her inner thighs. 

“Fuck,” she breathed out.

Her mind however was locked in a struggle between lust and control. While the two had been in tandem the whole night, she found herself wanting Terry more than she wanted to keep the reins of their game. Between how much resolve she had and the tension building in her stomach, control was becoming more and more of a concept. That didn’t mean he had to know that yet.

Suddenly wrapped around the arm she had cupping Terry’s cheek behind her. She was spun into her cousins who had separated from their dance partners. Although they weren’t too far off. The trio swayed to Xtasy be Ravyn Lenae, the mischievous grins on the twins making Andy roll her eyes.

“Someone’s having fun,” Zuri teased.

“Isn’t that what we’re here for?” Andy retorted playfully, making her cousins chuckle.

“I know that’s right! Just remember to keep it cute and safe,” Jazz quipped.

Andy clutched her chest and let her jaw slacken. “Jasper Jorah Sloane! Are you implying that I, your sweet innocent fairy cousin, will be letting some random fine ass nigga split me open and eat me up like a plate of crab legs tonight?” she gasped exaggeratedly. 

“Bitch if yo ass sweet and innocent then I must be Beyonce’s evil twin or somethin,” Jazz cackled. “I just don’t want my little South Side to have an even littler South Side yet. Your daddy may be swimming in bands and some change but Zuzu and I ain’t got “rich aunty” money yet.”

“Hoes is speaking French, talm bout “we”. Bitch I got “aunty money,” I just don’t have “aunty time” or “aunty patience,” Zuri scoffed before playfully jabbing their acrylic covered index nail at Mila. “So you better have some condoms or be on the pill, ‘else you ain’t goin’ nowhere with Mr Badu and his little green eyes,” they added, a semblance of seriousness seeping into their tone.

“Relax, I’m on the IUD way, so nobody will be getting pregnant tonight.” 

“Aight girl, have a good time and if anything seems off, call us. We’ll come running,” Jazz promised. 

“Thanks guys. I love ya’ll so much,” Andy gushed, pulling them into a group embrace.

“Girl we love you too, but these damn group hugs gotta come to an end,” Zuri groaned while the other two giggled.

“Girl fuck what grumpy smurf over there says, I hope the group hugs never stop,” Jazz said.

The trio made their way back to Deja, Andre and Terry, the latter two locked in conversation while the former continued vibing with some girls around them. Jazz cleared her throat before grabbing Andre by his chain into a kiss. While Zuri cringed, Andy caught the subtle wink Jazz sent her. She turned towards Terry whose hooded eyes were already drinking her in like a glass of hard liquor.

“I’m guessing you already know what I’m on,” he asked with a light nip of his bottom lip.

Andy tilted her head slightly, gaze not faltering as she lightly tugged at his white unbuttoned shirt. “Maybe. Depends on what that is.”

A dangerous smirk spread across his features, thumb brushing against her lips before he leaned in, stopping right before their lips could meet. Soft breaths taunted Andy, daring her to close the space. 

“You wanna tell me what your name is princess?”

“Fuck, Andy you feel so good!”

Fast, careless, and rough. The way Terry handled Andy was poetically reminiscent of the way she had gone about the night; some would say it’s how she lived her life. Andy thought it to be the perfect route to fulfillment, and in this case, the perfect speed and feel for casual sex.

“Shit Terry, fucking love how you’re fucking me..Feels so fucking good!” she moaned as he practically bruised her g-spot.

Even with the way he jackhammered in and out of her, he had managed to draw two orgasms out of her, having pounced on her the moment they got out of the cab and into her apartment. His hand had found a perfect place of rest around her throat, grip firm but not tight enough to draw breath. His animalistic glare held a shadow of emptiness to it. It matched the detached lust in Andy’s chestnut irises to a T. His other hand held one of her thighs up for easier access since he was far bigger than she could just take. He didn’t even bottom out, yet he had stretched her out so deliciously.

“Yeah? You like how I’m digging you out princess? You like this big ol’e fucking your pretty little brains out?” he growled, baring his teeth.

Although the sweater and chain had already been enough to have him fucking her against her front door and over her couch, naked Terry was a whole different story. For the unhinged god before her, Andy would have risked a whole other life for him. Perhaps if they had met under different circumstances..

“Yeah-oh go–I fucking love it baby,” she breathed out, struggling to connect a coherent thought.

Like the fickle spark between them, the way their bodies connected was chaotic. Their kisses were explosive and disjointed, their hands often getting lost and found in between them as they stumbled into the house. This jerky sequence was like a language Andy knew all too well. Fluidity was foreign to her, so this disorganized dance was more familiar to her. Even as her body began to jerk as Terry sent her crashing into another orgasm, she welcomed the violent wave that threatened to drown her.

“Give it to me baby! That’s right, cum all over this shit,” Terry grunted as he chased his own release right behind hers.

Andy’s being collapsed into a fountain of pleasure right as the fireworks began blasting through the Atlanta sky. A long year being closed out lost in a sea of self-indulgence was something her friends and cousins would call on-brand for her. Although the NYE sex was something New, Andy had become notorious amongst her loved ones for being in an inebriated daze of sorts when it was time to cross into a New Year. Upping the ante from alcohol wasn’t necessarily planned, but it was a welcomed change.

She would definitely be doing this again next year.

Soon Terry pulled out with a grunt and came over her tits before collapsing next to her. However he had only spent a second in the spot before getting up and headed towards her open bathroom. He returned holding up her magenta bath towel. Casually, he made his way towards her as if he hadn’t just fucked her silly. He quickly wiped his cum off her chest before tossing the towel over her laundry hamper. She sat up and maneuvered herself under the now stained magenta duvet. Her back against the headboard and chest partially covered by the cotton duvet, she watched Terry pick her top and his clothes up and place them neatly over the stool by her vanity. The naturality at which he moved around her space made her raise an impressed eyebrow. Even in an unfamiliar environment, his aura never shriveled into uncertainty. In fact he had practically made her space his.

“Mind if I sleep over?” he asked simply. His omission of an explanation made Andy snort inwardly.

Oh to be reincarnated as an audacious and unrealistically good looking man.

“Sure, I don’t have anything you could borrow though,” she shrugged.

Terry just smirked before climbing into her bed and settling next to her. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling in so he could plant hungry kisses on her neck eliciting an erotic moan from her.

“Something tells me that won’t be a problem.”

An incessant buzzing rang through Andy’s bedroom as her phone violently vibrated against her drawer. Andy groaned, folding her pillow around her disheveled head. She clenched her eyes shut and ground her teeth while she patiently waited for the alarm to stop.

And it did, but right as a relieved breath escaped her nostrils, the buzzing made an even more violent return, grating at Andy’s already throbbing head. Another groan escaped her aching throat as her arm stretched out to reach the offending object on her dresser. Her hand wrapped tightly around her phone, instantly hitting the power button and silencing it once more. But her reprieve was short lived when the phone buzzed once again, this time eliciting a frustrated grunt. Except it wasn’t from Andy. It sounded deeper, more masculine.

Right...

“Please answer the damn phone,” the man draped around her groaned annoyedly.

Andy’s eyebrows furrowed, wondering if it could actually be a call and not an alarm. 

“Fucking New Years,” she sighed before grabbing the phone and bringing it closer to her face.

The caller ID read as “unknown” and although she contemplated ignoring it, she figured a random stranger wouldn’t be this persistent so early in the morning. Or they could. Either way, she was getting annoyed and figured that ignoring them wouldn’t make them stop. 

“Sloane,” she mumbled tiredly.

“Andy? Fuck, Andy, it’s Jazzy…my phone died and I’ve been trying to find one that’s on-We’re at the hospital; Andre, Deja and me...Oh my God I-” Zuri rambled, their distressed tone rattling Andy into pushing Terry’s arm off her and sitting upright.

“Zuri, breathe baby. Deep breaths, come on,” Andy instructed, attempting to stop Zuri from flying into a panic attack.

Her cousin’s breaths grew shallower and shallower as they stumbled through an incoherent explanation of sorts.

“Zuzu, you’re not breathing. Stop talking and breathe, please,” Andy pleaded, growing wearier by the second. She pushed the covers off and scurried around the room in a panicked search of her pajamas.With her phone sandwiched between her ear and shoulder, she coached her cousin’s breathing, coaxing it from erratic to more controlled.

“I’m good, I’m good,” Zuri reassured through choked but settled breaths.

“You sure?” Andy asked, leaving a baffled Terry in the room to take the call in the lounge.

“Yeah, but Jazzy…” was all Zuri could get out before her words turned to choked sobs.

“Zuri, where are you?” Andy questioned softly as headed back to her bedroom to retrieve her apartment keys and ask Terry to leave.

“The ho-Emory Hospital…Andy hurry, please-”

“It’s okay Zuzu, I’ll be right there. Just give me 5 minutes okay,” Andy reassured as she grabbed her keys from her vanity.

“I need to go,” she mouthed to a still confused Terry who still immediately got the message and rolled off her bed to get dressed.

“Andy please, please hurry, Jazzy she-” Zuri was cut off by a hiccup, but before Andy could tell them to save it for when she got to the hospital, Zuri spoke again.

“Andy, Jazzy’s been shot.”

[nachosforfree]

Media literacy this media literacy that WHAT ABOUT CLOCK LITERACY???? WHY DO MY COWORKERS CLAIM ITS FASTER TO ASK ALEXA WHAT TIME IT IS THAN TO LOOK UP AT THE CLOCK HANGING ON OUR WALL? Why do they not immediately know what the numbers mean. What the fuck do you mean.

[forsaken-headcanons]

This hc is based on the workbench/work tools seen from 007n7's survivor picture bg that u see in shop/inventory

007n7 can work with codes, but if he wants to try smth that can work physically, he often tries to alternate already existing things with a few enhancements. Unlike builderman, he can't build from scratch, but he can def turn a microwave into a built-in AI speaker thing like Alexa or into a clock somehow

He adores Builderman's healing station and sentry because of this, but prob will never want to admit when builderman's default resting face looks so pissed off

Young/exploiter 007n7 hcs:

When he was an exploiter, man can't really defend himself due to his weak body [doesn't work out, would rather stay in home to work on new exploits and codes] so he usually do his exploits at least a building or a block far from the exploiting site with either him spectating carefully from on top a building or a built in camera with in his clones that he sends to spy and/or to cause rummage

though whenever he is on the edge of getting caught, he'll pull out his clone to defend him while trying to use c00lgui to escape like in game

[he prob met shed and builderman face to face once and had to quickly download a swordfighitng movement pack into his clones to fight them off]

he def sent a Trojan virus to the rblx HQ multiple times and shed somehow fell for it almost everytime [it was prob masked like a chicken leg advertisement] (this legitimately made him a wanted exploiter in the hq lol)

funfact the 'you are an idiot' is a trojan virus

[007n7 could def accidentally used the virus on himself in the you are an idiot skin lol]

also

007n7 and c00lkid is finally getting a milestone skiN!!!!!!!!!!!! yippEEEEE

-🔫🐟

Can't wait for the milestone skins.