FREE PALESTINE

pairing: suguru geto x afab!reader

synopsis: three years ago, you and suguru thought you both could keep things casual — until a ‘drunken’ “i love you” changed everything. now, after radio silence and unfinished feelings, fate (and your nosy friends) throw you back together. it’s messy, charged, and way too familiar… but this time, will you finally get it right?

warnings/genre: modern au, smau hybrid, angst, miscommunication trope, exfwb to lovers, second chance romance, smut, sexual content (mdni), strong language, alcohol use, themes of heartbreak, avoidant behavior, slow emotional progression, fast sexual tension, two idiots (yn & geto)

status: completed

taglist: closed

dividers: @strangergraphics

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🖌️ indicates written portion

🌀 indicates flashback

👥 indicates smut

introductions:

he isn’t just ken | mort the lemur & co

prologue: good time (🖌️🌀👥)

chapter one: touching yourself (🖌️👥)

chapter two: girls like sex (🖌️🌀)

chapter three: sex money feelings die (🖌️)

chapter four: an ego thing (🖌️🌀)

suguru’s extra: sugar (🖌️🌀)

reader’s extra: the only heartbreaker (🖌️🌀)

chapter five: cool about it (🖌️)

chapter six: bad thing twice (🖌️👥)

chapter seven: yuck (🖌️👥)

chapter eight: say it (🖌️👥)

chapter nine: cynical one (🖌️)

chapter ten: everything is romantic (🖌️)

epilogue: i’m in love with you (🖌️)

(aka every Stackie interview ever)

Hey thank you all for all the love you showed for the first chapter. 

in case you missed the first chapter 

I forgot to put any warnings in the first chapter or ratings or whatever. As I explained it’s been a hot minute since I’ve written any fanfictions. Remember to click follow if you like this chapter or want to read more. 

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Spiderman, Marvel and Sony own him

WARNING: mentions of violence, swearing. 

WORDS: 3, 283

SUMMARY: While in University you meet Peter Parker and become fast friends and Study Partners for your shared classes often pulling all nighters together. However you start noticing him disappearing more and more often . 

You met Spiderman again. He stopped another robbery happening right across from where you worked. You were just finished with your shift when you came face to face with him again. He seemed to remember you from the other day and offered to walk you home which you happily accepted, still partially paranoid from that day. 

On the way back you two talked and you found him easy to talk to, it was almost like talking to Peter. Almost. Spiderman definitely flirted with you more than Peter did. By the time you and the hero made it to your shared apartment you had a healthy flush on your face. Once again you and Spiderman parted ways after he had given your hand another kiss and a “See you around the neighborhood then (Y/n).” and swung himself away on his webs. 

After that day you seemed to run into the masked hero everywhere. Whether it was on the way or from your work or you just happened to be nearby when he finished crime stopping. Always walking with you for a few blocks or back to your apartment and leaving you with a kiss on the hand and a “See you”. You actually considered Spiderman a close acquaintance or you dare say friend. He reminded you of Peter and in how he rambled when nervous and his slightly nerdy personality. 

“Y’know what’s really strange,” you said while walking back from work with Spiderman, his footsteps matching your pace as you walked side by side. He turned his head to you in question. 

“How pretty you are’’ he flirted, your cheeks reddened once again thanks to him. No matter how many times he flirted with you, you would always have red cheeks. You laughed slightly and nudged him playfully in the side. 

“No seriously Spidey,” you said lightly, “You remind me a lot of my friend Peter Parker from Uni.” You can see the man’s footsteps falter slightly before stepping back into normal pace. 

“Peter Parker, why do I remind you of Peter Parker? I don’t really know him but I bet he’s a great guy, a little handsome too maybe I don’t know I haven’t met him but how do I remind you of him?” you laughed softly at the Spiders rambling. 

“That” you pointed out, “that is why you remind me of you remind me of him.” You walked for another few steps before you spoke again. 

“Y’know I came from a small town before I came to Manhattan and in that small town everyone knew everybody and when I came here I knew absolutely no one.” you said looking ahead of you, you didn’t need to look to know that the masked hero was listening. “Not to say I didn’t like not knowing everyone I saw and experiencing more adventure and culture than I ever did before; but it got lonely without anyone to talk to, no friends. I had my roommate but she isn’t very talkative and all things considered we were just 2 people sharing a space and my friends from before drifted away. Whether that was because of them getting married to highschool sweethearts or time or whatnot I don’t really know.” You continued to share the Spiders interest piqued, “Then I met Peter Parker,” you pause and smiled thinking of the brunette, “he was my first friend I made here and I’m telling you what, it’s like I’ve known him all my life. He’s understood me the way no one quite has before.” a smile appeared on your face just thinking about him. The day you met was something you would cherish, you had only an hour of sleep and didn’t have time for coffee. Peter caught you as we were about to pass out and you said “Damn you’re strong” he laughed and said “No, I’m Peter”. Since then you’ve been friends. 

“You must really like this Peter Parker.” 

You had nearly forgotten about the Spiderman next to you. You had turned your head to see him looking at you, you didn’t need to see beyond the mask that he was looking at you intensely. You looked away in a flush and bit your bottom lip. 

“Yeah I do.” 

After a few minutes of comfortable silence you had reached the doors of your apartment building. You turned to thank the Spider and saw him standing very closely to you. 

“uh,” you said slightly flustered over how close he was. “Thank you for walking me home, again, Spiderman. Guess I’ll be seeing you around the neighborhood then.” 

Spiderman then kissed your hand as he usually did, but this time his lips lingered there for what seemed like a good 2 seconds longer than normal before swinging away on his web. 

Your heart had raced a little faster after that and you went upstairs with a small smile on your lips. 

Steve “I invaded Germany in a USA costume with zero plan” Rogers:

masterlist

pair: pietro maximoff x female!reader

summary: y/n is the new addition to the avengers, she was introduced to tony stark by nick fury who had heard of her special abilities after she was seen saving a building of people from an attack. when she gets introduced to the team she is taken in immediately, but others seem to not be as keen to get to know her.

warnings: swearing, mentions of trauma

“right, y/n.” tony stark said to you as he led you up the stairs of the avengers tower, “there’s going to be a lot of people here, it might be overwhelming. try not to freak out.”

“i promise you i’ll be fine, it’s them i’m worried about. have you told them what’s wrong with me?” you replied, following behind him. he stopped outside a large foggy glass door.

“there’s nothing wrong with you. these guys are the freaks.” he joked with a slight grin. you rolled your eyes and shook your head. the bearded man, who you had already began to enjoy the company of, placed his hand on your shoulder. “come on kid, let’s make a good first impression.” he pushed open the door and walked in, you stepping in behind him.

the room went silent as the large group of people looked at you. they were sat on the two sofas, a few on the floor. you immediately recognised a few of them, steve rogers and natasha romanoff stood out amongst the crowd, you saw them on the news all the time.

“okay losers, meet y/n y/l/n. she’s our new recruit.” he announced as he clapped his hands together. they all stood up and approached you, you’re eyes widening. you’re eyes scanned the group, now seeing clint barton and sam wilson. standing at the back of the group were a brunette girl and a blonde boy and floating slightly to the left was a red man with a mysterious glowing gem in his head.

“you probably already know steve, natasha, clint and sam.” tony said, gesturing towards them.

“yep, you’re pretty famous round these parts.” you explained, causing laughter from each of them.

“nice to meet you, y/n.” steve greeted, putting out his hand for you to shake.

you glanced at tony before taking his hand and shaking it lightly. “very… formal.” you noted with a grin.

“he’s very traditional.” tony commented, his smile copying yours.

“who’s the red dude?” you asked. the group let out a collective chuckle.

“vision, but the red dude works too.” he said, lowering himself to the ground.

“at the back we have the twins. come on you two, introduce yourselves.” tony called. the two pushed their way to the front, the girl with a smile on her face.

“i’m wanda, very excited to be working with you.” she said. you smiled and looked to the scowling boy next to wanda.

“pietro.” he stated. he was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a tight fitting t-shirt that accentuated his arms and chest. he was very attractive.

“well, can’t please everyone.” you commented, noting his cold demeanour.

they all eventually made their way to the couches again, everyone wanting to get to know you. tony had gave you a coffee and you sat on the carpet with your back against the sofa. wanda and nat joined you on the floor and the rest sat on the leather sofas.

“so, y/n.” nat started, glancing around at the team. “what’s your special talent?”

“i thought you told them?!” you exclaimed at tony.

“i didn’t say that!” he replied, chuckling. you groaned and stood up, ready to showcase your “special talent”.

“i need a volunteer.” you announced with a smirk, “or multiple.” confused looks were shared between the team. “fine. i’ll choose. wanda, steve and mr grumpy over there.” you said, pointing at pietro. he seemed to clearly not like you, so why not annoy him a little.

the three of them stood up and you led them to a clear space in the room. “who wants to go first?” you asked. tony leant back on the char as steve stepped forward, ready for the show. “go on then captain, give me your best shot.” you teased, throwing your arms up in a fighting stance.

a smile grew on his face and he went to throw a punch with his ‘super solider strength’ but you caught his arm and spun him around, pulling his arm behind him. you felt his strength flow through you as you ‘copied’ his powers. your knee flew up and hit his back, causing him to grunt and fall to the floor.

“okay so what? you can fight, there’s plenty of people like that here.” pietro commented with a scoff. his sokovian accent was thick but his english was fantastic.

“fine then, speedy. your turn.” you stated and steve stood up and laughed. “sorry captain, someone had to go first.” he retreated back to the group, taking his seat again. you took a step to the side, now standing in front of pietro who was glaring you down. you beckoned him with your hands and he cracked his neck before starting in a run towards you. you focused your mind on him and you mimicked his powers, running away at his pace. you ended up behind him and he stopped, confused. he turned around and you saw his eyebrows furrow. he ran towards you again but you sped towards him and grabbed his wrist from behind him, preventing him from moving any further.

“what the fuck?” he cursed, looking at you with anger in his eyes.

“aw what? mad that you aren’t the only fast one anymore?” you taunted, a dramatic pout on your face. he scoffed and ripped his hand from your grip, stomping back to the team. “i don’t think he likes me very much.” you could see tony’s amused face from where he sat, he sent you a wink and you turned to face wanda who was buzzing with excitement.

“is he always like that?” you asked, gesturing towards the blonde boy.

“only when he feels intimidated.” she replied, her accent similar to her brother’s.

“you ready?” you questioned.

“always.” she said, her hands glowing red.

you concentrated on her, absorbing her abilities. your hands began to glow the same red as hers and you flicked your hand towards her, lifting her from the floor. she retaliated by thrusting her hand at you, causing you to be thrown against the wall. you pushed yourself up and tossed her across the room where she landed at the team.

“ta-dah!” you said with a dramatic curtsy.

“copying people’s abilities. i like you kid.” sam announced, standing up and helping wanda get to her feet. he walked over to you and clapped his hand on your shoulder, “i think this calls for a celebration. after y/n gets settled in, let’s crack open the drinks!” everyone cheered in agreement.

“we’ll take you to your room.” nat explained with wanda at her side. you were shown to your room where all your belongings had been brought up.

your two new friends helped you choose an outfit for the night and sat with you while you got ready.

“don’t you two need to get ready?” you asked as you applied a thin layer of lip gloss.

“we don’t need to rush, steve and pietro take longer than everyone combined to get ready.” nat replied with a laugh.

———

the bar area of the tower was lit dimly and was filled with people you had never seen before along with your new team members. music played softly over the chatter of people around the room. you were wearing a black slip dress and heels, getting dressed up wasn’t something you got to do enough. you spot steve, sam and pietro at the bar, fixing your dress you made your way over to them.

“good evening boys.” you greeted, sliding in beside steve. he was wearing a blue button up shirt, sam a white shirt and black suit jacket and pietro was wearing a black shirt a few buttons undone, tucked into black trousers. his platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes stood out against his dark attire. if he wasn’t such a moody brat, you’d maybe appreciate how attractive he was.

“hello, y/n.” sam said with a large smile.

“you look lovely, y/n.” steve complimented.

“thank you cap, shame you’re just a few hundred years too old for me.” you joked, placing your hand on his shoulder. the two let out a laugh and you looked at pietro, his eyes trained on you.

“hey grumpy, enjoying your night?” you asked with your eyebrows raised.

he rolled his eyes, “i was.”

you let out a gasp of shock, placing your hand on your chest. “i’m not entirely sure what i did to piss you off so much, pietro, but can’t you just reign it in for one night? i mean this is my night after all.”

he huffed in response. “is it because i embarrassed you earlier?” you taunted.

“no it’s because i don’t trust you.” he spat.

“ding ding ding! there it is!” you exclaimed. sam cleared his throat, signalling to steve that they should probably leave.

“we’ll go get you a drink kid, don’t go too hard on him.” he said, walking away. steve followed behind him.

“so, why don’t you trust me?” you questioned, leaning against the bar.

“i don’t trust many people.” he explained, taking a sip from his drink. he sat it on the bar before looking back at you.

“what about all them?” you asked, gesturing to the room. you took his glass in your hand and took a sip, seeing his looks of protest. “what? i don’t think they’re actually getting me a drink, they’re just not wanting to stand they’re awkwardly.”

“they saved my life.” he replied.

“so for you to trust me i need to save your life?” you said, turning to face him.

“yup.” he stated, popping the ‘p’. he took his glass back from your hand.

“oh come on.” you groaned, “there’s nothing else i can do? i mean we’re even matching outfits tonight! i think that means we are immediately friends.”

he looked between the two of you, his eyes glancing up and down your body. “he so we are.” he chuckled.

“see! you’re already warming up to me.” you teased, taking his glass again and gulping down the drink.

“you wish.” he replied. you scoffed and gave him the glass back.

“so, what’s sokovia like?” you asked, trying to get to know the mysterious man.

“well now, nonexistent. but from what i remember it was… home. i mean, i only got to experience it for a short amount of time before hydra took us.” he explained.

you sighed, “i heard about that. that sucks. well if it makes you feel any better after my parents found out about my abilities, they locked me up and stopped me from leaving so i couldn’t hurt anyone.”

“really?” he questioned.

“yup.” you replied, mocking the same way he answered earlier. “wow look at us, trauma-bonding. i’m telling you, warming up to me!” you said in a sing-song voice.

“oh shut up.” he laughed.

“is that a laugh i hear brother?” wanda called as she approached them, followed by other members of the team.

“wow kid, you really know how to get people to like you.” tony said.

“i can’t help it. i’m just so charming.” you replied.

the team stayed with you for a long time, everyone talking and laughing. an hour or so passed and everyone had made their way to the couches they found themselves on not long ago. this time you were sat on the couch instead of the floor, the cool leather against your legs. you were sat in the middle of sam and pietro, enjoying watching the team tell stories of their battles. they eventually made their way to the topic of the battle of sokovia that they hid recently been through. you felt pietro tense next to you- he clearly didn’t enjoy hearing about his near-death experience.

“hey, do you want to get some fresh air?” you whispered into his ear. he nodded slightly and you stood up, reaching your hand out for him to grab. you helped him to his feet and announced that you were going to get drinks.

you led him out of the warm room and up to your room which was equipped with a balcony. you pushed open the glass doors and felt the cold, fresh air fill your lungs.

“much better.” you stated, leaning on the railing. “are you okay?” you asked, feeling pietro’s presence behind you.

“i am now. i’m just not ready to talk about it yet.” he explained, “thank you.” he muttered.

“what was that?” you queried, looking over your shoulder at him.

“nothing.” he replied.

“no. i heard a thank you!” you declared.

“nope. you did not!” he exclaimed, his eyes filled with mischief.

“you’re a bad liar.”

———

since the night of the party, you and pietro have been inseparable. you guys train together, eat meals together and you introduced him to all your favourite films. the rest of the team were sick of seeing you guys with each other. no one could get a minute alone with either of you.

“i can’t believe you hated me when i first arrived.” you said, throwing a piece of popcorn at his hair. you two had been watching the maze runner films, as per your request, and were midway through the scorch trials.

“seriously? it’s been 6 months and you’re still not letting that go?” he joked, throwing it back at you.

“nope. you hated me. just because i ran faster than you.” you bit, a sly grin growing on your face.

“you did not! how dare you y/n!” he growled.

“i did! but since you’re too proud to admit it, let’s try again.” you suggested. he raised his eyebrows.

“are you sure you want to test me, princessa?” he questioned, his nickname for you that had become a recent thing. you absolutely adored it when he spoke sokovian. you adored many things about him, his cheeky comebacks, his sarcastic humour, his laugh, his eyes, okay so a lot of things. you had been pushing down any possible feelings towards him, there was no way he felt the same for you.

“oh i do.” you replied, placing the bowl of popcorn on the table, pausing the film and standing up. he followed suit and walked closely behind you as you led him outside.

“what’re you two up to?” cap asked when you walked past him.

“proving to him that i’m faster.” you answered.

“my money’s on y/n!” clint shouted from the floor above.

“same!” chorused nat, sam and tony.

“wanda?” pietro asked.

“same!” she said, peering over the railing. you let out a large laugh as you saw his shocked expression.

you walked out to the courtyard, the sun beating down on your face. pietro stopped very close behind you, his breath hot on your neck.

“you ready?” he mumbled into your ear. his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

you cleared your throat, “yup.” taking a deep breath you turned around to face him. he was a lot closer than you thought. his blue eyes seemed even more beautiful in the sun. you took his wrist in your hand and felt power flow through you. there are many ways that you could copy people’s powers, most of the time when they are in front of you and are about to use their powers on you, you can just imitate their abilities. but you could also touch them and copy them that way.

“to the bench?” you asked, letting go of him.

“sounds good.” he replied, taking his place next to you,

steve and sam were stood at the door, watching intently at the interaction.

“count us down steve?” you called over your shoulder.

“3…2…” he began.

“you know piet,” you said, looking at him,.

“1!” steve shouted.

“you have really beautiful eyes.” you added as you broke into a fast sprint, blue light trails following behind you. you heard his startled gasp before he ran after you. your plan to distract him had clearly worked and you got a head start. you stopped at the bench and plopped yourself down, a second before pietro.

“you cheated!” he complained.

“no, i played smart.” you protested. you stood up to walk away for dramatic effect but pietro appeared in front of you with a gush of wind.

“no. you cheated.” he said, taking a step closer.

“i didn’t.” you replied, “steve! sure i didn’t cheat?”

“don’t bring me into this kid!” he called back, him and sam leaving you guys alone.

“see, even cap thinks you cheated.” pietro stated.

“i can’t help that you got distracted by my charm.” you teased.

he groaned and suddenly bent down and scooped you up, over his shoulder. “pietro maximoff put me down!” you squealed, hitting your hands off his back. he ignored your protests and ran around, whistling a faint tune.

“piet please!” you begged, laughter straining your voice. he stopped and threw you off his shoulder but before you landed on the ground you grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him down with you. you landed on the grass with a thud and a wheeze as he landed on top of you. he went limp and let all of his weight lie on you.

“get off me!” you shouted, laughing heavily.

“i’m quite comfortable actually.” he said. his voice was muffled from his head being nestled in the crook of your neck. his breath tickled your neck. you brought your hands up and placed them in his hair, tugging him up so he could look at you.

“piet i’m going to kill you. get. up.” you growled. his signature smirk grew on his face, clearly trying to annoy you. your eyes fell to his lips but you blinked quickly and met his eyes. his smile grew even wider, he noticed your glance.

“looks like you’re going to have to kill me. i’m not moving.” he replied.

“god i hate you.” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“no you don’t.” you said, pushing himself up on his arms so he was now hovering above you.

“yes i do.” you protested, folding your arms across your chest.

“i really don’t think you do.” he replied, lowering himself closer to you slightly.

you forced a frown on to your face and glared up at him, “fuck off.” you muttered.

he gasped, “fuck off? that’s not very nice.”

“you’re not very nice.” you retaliated.

“ouch.” he said, the smile still present on his face.

“can you get up now?” you asked.

“fine.” he replied, getting up and taking your hand. he pulled you up harshly and you crashed into his chest.

“you are pushing my limits today maximoff.” you said, pushing yourself free from his grip. but it’s never that easy with pietro, he grabbed your wrist. “what the fuck is wrong with-“

he stopped you from finishing your sentence by pulling you in and pressing his lips against yours. you immediately melted at his touch. his hands moved to your waist and yours moved round the back of his neck, into his hair. he pulled you closer, you felt his rough stubble brush against your face. you both pulled back, breathing deeply.

“still hate me?” he whispered.

“yup.” you breathed. you let out a laugh.

“now you’re the bad liar.” he said.

“tony! i’ll take that $20!” you heard sam shout. you both looked up to see him standing on a balcony.

“he made the first move? really?!” tony replied. he jogged out next to sam.

“proud of you speedy!” sam called.

We were trapped for two days. Every effort to save us, every shift in the bricks I think “this will set it off”.

Chris Evans x reader // Sebastian Stan x reader

Requested: “Would you be interested in writing something with Sebastian and cevans x reader? Starts out on new years eve, kinda similar to endings beginnings where seb:frank and chris:jack but modified to fit their actual personalities? just romance between reader and both the guys and then she has to choose who she wants to be with? you can decide ;)”

warnings: a few mentions of drinking, a couple swears, mutual pining, just a bit of general angst

wc: 5.2k

no beta! please excuse errors!

a/n: i think i’ll have to make this into a series because i have so many ideas for this lol thanks for requesting! and i’m not even gonna lie, this is one of the only things i’ve made progress on, even though i have so many requests for blurbs for futile. but writers block and has just been so strong lately that i was just proud i got this done. i hope its alright :) and ps!! this is in a time w/o covid! please do not go parties (or out anywhere that isn’t an immediate necessity, to be honest). you might be saving someone’s life by just staying home.

“I mean, it’s not gonna be a big thing. But I was wondering if you’d wanna come with me?” Chris’ voice comes through your phone. “I’m sure it’s just gonna be another dumb New Year’s party, though, so don’t feel like you have to.”

Chris Evans. The man, the myth, the legend. Meeting him on set a few months back working as a part of the camera crew for an independent film he starred in and produced, the two of you instantly hit it off. You never expected to ever interact with him in the first place, what with your job positions on the opposite side of the scene. But ever the outgoing and respectful gentleman he is, he always took time to greet and get to know the crew; that included you.

And so there quickly became a friendship. You’ve gone out together, stayed in and watched movies, and gone out with groups of friends. He’s never made a move that’s made you uncomfortable, nothing more than an arm around your shoulder while on the couch or a kiss on the cheek goodbye or sheltering you from the monsters at the haunted house he took you to. Nothing more than a gentleman would do. There’s definitely chemistry between you two, but you’re both unwilling to admit it, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a little bit of a crush on him, taking every chance you can be with him, which is quite often.

“Yeah, yeah,” you sigh, putting your phone on speaker to set it down on the counter as you continue putting clean dishes away. “Yeah, I’ll go with you,” you say with hardly any enthusiasm, but simply because you’re preoccupied with chores. 

“Woah. Don’t get too excited,” he teases, voice crackling through the speaker. 

“Sorry,” you mumble. “Just doing… house things. My family came over for the holidays and I’m left cleaning up,”

“Do you want help? Dodger and I aren’t doin’ anything right now. We can drop by and help, I’ll bring some food, and we can make a movie night out of it,”

Sighing again, you put a stack of plates in the cabinet with a quiet clank before reaching for your phone. 

“Yeah. Yeah, that would be nice, Chris. Thank you,”

“Course, Sweetheart,” he says, and you can almost hear him smiling through the phone. Your stomach fills with butterflies at the sound of the nickname that he only calls you over calls and texts because he’s too bashful to call you it in person. “I’ll be over in like ten, fifteen minutes. That okay with you?”

“Absolutely. I’ll be here,” you smile like an idiot, grateful he can’t see your expression, before he bids his see you soon, and you’re anxious with delight that he’ll be coming over. 

It takes all of fifteen minutes before Chris arrives at your house with Dodger and Chinese takeout. Chris jumps into helping you clean, but not before hooking up some music. He makes the idle chores of doing dishes and folding laundry and vacuuming so much better with his taste in music. He dances and sings along, and you have to get a video, just for yourself. He smiles and blushes profusely when he sees you capture his dance moves, and then begs for you to let him see it. 

After cleaning, the two of you settle down on the couch with some snacks and Dodger beside you to watch some movie. You don’t really pay attention, mostly because about ten minutes in, Chris snakes his arm back behind you to rest along the back of the couch. You smile, just to yourself, and subtly lean back into his embrace. 

“So about the party,” he suddenly speaks up about an hour into the movie when there’s a boring part. His deep voice somewhat startles you out of the world of the movie, but you look to him expectantly. 

“I just want to say that there is hope in the young people out there. I know that our TV show doesn’t always feel like a great example of that, but there is hope in the young people. And I just want to say to all my peers out there doing the work in the streets, I see you, I admire you, I thank you.”