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taking the day off

kelvin harrison jr x black!reader summary ; sometimes taking a much-needed break and spending the day with kelvin is all you want... word count ; 4.5k warnings ; none - sweet, teeth rotting fluff cause kelvin is THEE most adorable doting man that's ever done it! ; uhh a lil TINY BABY BIT suggestive but like lets be fr...not really lol ｢ author's note: this is not only PURELY self-indulgent...the entire idea was born from this post + the adorable behind the scenes tiktok kelv posted during mufasa era, so thank him for that ♡ ｣

The sun wakes you up first. Normally, the curtains block out the sun, but they weren't closed enough this morning. The extra heat on your face bothers you and causes you to turn over in your sleep, only you turn face-first into Kelvin's shoulder and chest.

Groaning softly, you lightly push at him, attempting to lean further into him. So long as it blocks the sun out and you can keep feeling him against you, you're good, but it's still annoying.

"Mmmm, Kelv…." You hear him groan softly, saying your name back, which causes you to smile sleepily against his shoulder. Then you remember why you're "mad". You bite his shoulder lightly and poke at his side.

"You forgot to close the curtains last night again, stinky…" He turns to lie on his back, his arm finding your waist as he looks at the time on the nightstand.

"M'sorry, baby…I'll make us breakfast this morning to make it up to you?" he says through a soft yawn. You pick your head up slightly at his words, bringing your hand up to one of his dreads. You twirl your finger around it, teasingly pulling against it twice, causing him to sleepily look your way with raised eyebrows and a faint smile.

"I want french toast, home-fries and scrambled eggs…" you say through your own playful glare at him. You look at each other for another moment or so, and he rolls his eyes jokingly and reaches over to steal a small kiss from you.

"Okay…I think we can make that happen." he presses his forehead against yours as you nod softly with a smile tugging at your lips, and he gives you a quick kiss on your temple before stretching as he stands. Small things like this are very much his thing. He knows you aren't actually upset or anything, but if it can possibly get a smile out of you or make you happy, you can bet he will get it done.

You turn over in bed, rolling to his spot and laying on his pillow. He laughs lowly as he kisses your shoulder, arm, and cheek.

"Do you have work today, pretty?" he asks, sitting on the edge of the bed near you as he checks his phone for any missed calls or messages. Groaning softly into the pillow, you shake your head, causing him to look back and rub a thumb against the edge of your hairline. The small action causes you to just barely fall back asleep until you hear him speak again.

"Good, so that means you can get up with me then…" you groan softly into the pillow, shaking your head.

"Need. Sleep." you hear him laugh slightly as he just barely pulls the covers off you, and he coos at what he sees.

You feel his hand just barely graze your skin from your calf and up your leg to the back of your knee, upwards gliding his fingertips against your thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake and causing you to shiver slightly with the cool air in the apartment.

His fingers leave you for just a moment, before he slightly lifts your (his) t-shirt that barely covers your ass and that causes you to slap his hand away.

"Kelvin! Stoppp being annoying and gooooo if you’re gonna make us breakfast please…" you say as you turn to face him. He laughs with a scrunched up face as his hand lays at his chest dramatically.

"Aye…ain’t my fault you got it alll on display over there…" rolling your eyes, you shoo him away with your right hand again as you lay your face back in the pillow, attempting to get a little more sleep.

Kelvin catches your hand and grasps at it, holding it to his chest and stroking your arm softly. From your fingers to your wrist, up your forearm, ending at your elbow and back down again. Despite him trying to be sweet, and it very much working, never failing to send warm butterflies to your stomach and shivers down your spine; nevertheless, it also makes you all the more sleepy as well, which is the exact opposite of what he wants.

"But babyyy, come on, you don’t have work, and I have a full day ahead of me. At least come downstairs while I make breakfast…" you pick your head up just slightly, seeing his little puppy dog eyes, lip poked out and all, and you can't help but grumble as you pull yourself out of bed with an annoyed groan.

Your reaction gets an earnest laugh from him as he throws some clothes on, and you snatch up a pair of his sweats, putting them on as you both head down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Once you got downstairs, he had just finished putting on a pot of coffee for you both. You watch him as he takes out everything he'll be cooking for the two of you while you take a seat at the kitchen island.

"So what is on your agenda for today, Mr. Harrison, hm?" you ask, leaning on your arms as you stare at his back, part of you wanting to get up just to lean up against him, but you aren't sure how far you'll get before you fall on the floor‒

"…And when I woke up, the alien probing me started dancing with Beyoncé, and we both won the Nobel Peace Prize for killing a fish…" He says as he watches you nodding off against your arm on the island. He shakes his head with a fond smile, turning back to the stove and setting some butter in the pan.

You don't even remember dozing off before you feel yourself falling, causing you to jump up slightly to catch yourself before sliding completely out of the chair. You wipe at your face slightly, yawning and stretching so you can stay awake and upright.

"Yeah, yeah…that sounds amazing, baby. I love turtles too…" you say through your yawn, stretching your arms above your head, watching Kelvin's back as he flips another slice of French toast. He turns to you with an unimpressed face.

"Girl, I- be quiet…" he says with a chuckle. When the sleep takes over, you both know damn for well listening is the LAST thing you are doing. He takes the slice out of the pan, setting a fresh one in and faces you, shaking his head as he cuts up some cooked potatoes for your home fries.

The smell in the kitchen begins to wake you, a mixture of the sweet and cinnamon and the savory smell of the sauteing peppers and onions makes your stomach growl. You can't help but slide yourself out of your chair and slyly head around the other side of the table, snaking your arms around his waist and laying your face between his shoulder blades.

You hum in contentment, happy to feel him against you again, even if it is just for a moment; however, the small hum he makes and the way he leans himself into you lets you know it'll be a little longer than that.

Especially when your hands start to wander, finding themselves under his sleeveless shirt and against his sides and chest. Your palms feel against him for a few moments, letting your fingertips run just slightly under his belly button and against his hip bones.

You both feel and hear him shiver against you, saying your name softly into the air with just a hint of warning to it and that makes you giggle in satisfaction against him. You stop your teasing…for now. Keeping your hands in a safe place, lightly stroke against his stomach as you give him a small kiss to the back.

"M'sorry, I'll be nice…and sorry for falling asleep…again. What're we doing today, bubba?"

He groans slightly at the loss of your hands against his skin as he turns off the stove, and he plates the last of breakfast while giving you a small once-over of what his day will look like.

He makes you a quick plate, pours you some coffee, and cuts a piece of your French toast, holding up the fork to your mouth, and you happily open, welcoming the warm bread as you haven't eaten in hours.

"Aht aht…where's my thank you?" he says softly as he pulls back the fork still full of food. You sigh defeated, laying your forehead against his chest.

"Thank you." you mumble into his chest. His laugh rumbles in his chest, making you smile, and he tsks at you.

"What? Huh? I don't think I heard you correctly…" you pick up your face slightly, laying your chin against his chest with a slight scowl, causing nothing but the most pleased smirk on his face.

You "force" a smile on your face, knowing that seeing his own just makes you want to kiss him all the more. "Thank you so much baby for making us breakfast…You're so sweet and funny and sexy, and if I wasn't so tired, I would just li‒" he stuffs the fork in your mouth, not letting you finish your sentence as he rolls his eyes. He tries his best to ignore the tingle you always manage to give him by doing nothing, but especially when you get like this in the mornings. Being extra clingy and wanting him.

"Just‒ eat. Eat the damn food woman…" he forces down his slight blush and smile as he feeds you and picks off your plate. You smile with a full mouth, enjoying the food, it's exactly what you needed to wake up. And, of course yummy looking, scruffy Kelvin in the morning. That always helps too.

After you finish breakfast, he sips at his coffee sitting on the couch, tapping away at his laptop while you finish the dishes. Once you finish, you dry your hands and head over to Kelvin on the couch. Lightly throwing your arms around his chest, stroking softly at it as he answers some emails.

He sets his coffee down on the table, humming softly in appreciation, reaching a hand up to stroke against your arm. "Mmm hello pretty, what's the matter?"

His actions and soft words warm your entire being, from the soles of your feet to the deep recesses of your mind, that are only really wrapped up in and on one thing: him. You both have been a lot busier lately, Kelv with his upcoming movie and you more than ever at work; and as much as you enjoy your jobs, you've missed him so much more and who knows when you'll ever get another free day like this? So you set it in your mind that you will enjoy it as much as you possibly can, despite him having a full day of work ahead of him.

You kiss the side of his temple, laying your face against his as you breathe softly for a moment, just enjoying the moment with him.

"Nothing…nothing at all. Just missed you. But! Today, I shall be your shadow…so to speak." you say as you reluctantly separate yourself and find a seat next to him.

It's almost second nature as you sit, stretching to lean back against the armrest of the couch and watching as he sets his laptop aside, pulling your legs over his lap. The actions, though so simple, so small, and so subtle, still manage to grab a tender grin out of you. He strokes your leg as he lays his head back against the couch, looking at you with a playful smirk.

"My shadow, you say? Hm, I like the sound of that…" you laugh with a playfully glare.

"Mhmm, something told me you would…" you say aloud, nodding. He yawns softly as his laptop chirps. He doesn't want to, but he pulls his eyes away from you to see what the email was. You watch as he sighs and lays his head back, looking at you once again.

"Seems like our day is starting sooner rather than later?"

He nods with a small pout to your question. And that…is more than enough for you. You pull yourself up abruptly from your cozy position and find yourself straddled comfortably on his lap; exactly where you belong.

His hands find your waist, and your hands find his hairline and lay against his scalp respectively, softly grazing at it. He closes his eyes for a couple of minutes, enjoying the attention and affection he's been missing.

"Well, since I am with you today, you simply lead, and I will follow…how long we got before the day starts?"

He clears his throat, running his fingers along your legs, as if he's playing piano; his idle way of letting you know that he's thinking. You give him a few moments of silence, and eventually, he opens his eyes, looking at you with a faint smile, sighing as he runs a hand along his face.

"11am, and I still gotta shower and shave at least a little."

You kiss his forehead, leaning against his, and smile.

"Well, it’s only 9:35, so you have a little more time. You can go shower, change, and shave…only a little of this beautiful face, and you’ll be ready to go. It’s fine, we still got time." He shakes his head as he laughs a little at your words.

"Only a little huh?" You sit up, leaning back a little, and look at his face as you grab his chin lightly with your hand.

"Mhmm…you know I like the scruff, so you may only! Trim it…just a little…"

He leans forward, closing the space between you, laying his hands on your back and waist, and looks at you with a fond smile and warm eyes and you can’t help but feel all the love he holds for you.

"Yes ma’am…" he nods his head and you kiss him softly on the lips, slipping just barely out of his loose grip so he can get a move on for his day.

You pat against his leg, getting comfortable on the couch and stretching a bit.

"Now…go shower, no lingering…" You sport a playful glare. Knowing when he has things to do, if you give him an inch, he’ll take the mile to ensure he’s wholly distracted by you instead of doing what he’s supposed to.

He groans lightly and reluctantly gets up to start heading towards the bathroom, and once he gets towards the steps, you turn to watch him a little closer.

"And as much as I hate to see you leave, I sure do love to watch ya walk away, mMM!"

As he walks up the stairs, he playfully grumbles out

"I heard that, ya nasty…" causing you to laugh as you attempt to catch up on a bit of sleep as he gets ready for the day.

11AM - Accent Coaching + Line Read w/ Jack Fuller

Kelvin comes back down after finishing his shower and shaving (only a little trim!) and is ready for the day more or less, and as he finds your sleeping form snoring your little life away, he can't help but smile fondly.

You are the only person he knows that can fall asleep at the drop of a hat, no matter WHERE you are either, that’s the most insane part of all for him. He shakes his head, grabs his laptop, and heads over to the kitchen island to set up his things.

He grabs a bottle of water and his script, leaving it near his laptop and heading back over to you. He stands above your sleeping frame, lightly stroking at your face, taking in how peaceful you look when you sleep. He bends down with a smile, saying your name softly and leaving a few pecks on your forehead.

"Prettyyy, my meetings starting soon. If you wanna sleep a little more, you can, but I don’t wanna disturb you."

The feeling of him touching and kissing you makes you wake up before anything else. As you let your eyes adjust, hearing him call you pretty makes you sleepily smile. He says it so often that it might as well be your name. You nod understanding as you sit up and yawn.

"No no, m'alive I promise…I need to get up anyways, gotta work on some stuff." You give yourself a moment more to wake up as he reads through his script, saying lines aloud, and you smile as you stand, grabbing your laptop and headphones so you can get a bit of work done.

Just as you finish setting yourself up, and get comfortable, you hear him ask if you're good and you have everything.

You turn, nodding, "Yeah, I'm good, I'm okay…good luck." you call out in a sing-songy voice, giving him a wink.

You open up one of your long forgotten projects, attempting to get some writing done since it's still your day off as well. You put on your chill playlist and you manage to get into a nice groove, trying your best to at least get a little done, every once in a while you take small peaks at Kelvin, he seems like he's enjoying himself, you know the accent was something he was excited to try, but was fairly nervous about, as he wanted to sound as authentic as possible.

After about an hour or two of writing, a few more peaks of Kelvin, you wanna know how it's going so you take your headphones off and listen in as you work a bit more; though, it's mostly you just listening to him and you can't help but laugh softly, he sounds good, great even.

He is currently working on a scene where he meets a possible love interest, and after a few corrections, you hear him breathe heavily. He tries to keep it down, but with the small playing against his leg and the lightly clenched jaw, you can tell he's getting frustrated.

You set your laptop aside, lying your headphones on the coffee table, and head over to him in the kitchen on your way to refill your water bottle. You let your hand graze against his back as you pass him., trying to give him a little touch to let him know you're here. Once you finish, you lay another hand on his back, giving a small greeting to his coach, Jack.

He smiles as you catch up, allowing Kelvin a moment to calm down and get out of his head for a bit. Kelvin's arm finds your waist as Jack catches you up on what they've been working on. You catch Kelvin's eye, and without speaking, he simply nods, knowing you really just wanted to check in. He gives you a small squeeze as Jack asks if you wouldn't mind helping out and reading for the new character. Kelvin gives you a small smile, and you shrug slightly.

"Uhh, yeah, sure why not…I won't be as good as Kel, but I'll try!" He laughs as he points at the lines he needs you to read in his book.

Once Jack gives you both the go-ahead, you begin.

"…I thought you said you didn't recognize me…" you look between him and the script, and as you finish your line, he sighs and looks you in the eyes.

"Well. I lied. And I know it was dumb of me, but I needed to see you again…" Seeing him so in his mode, and you actually being a part of it, it's almost like you don't even know who he is; he completely becomes his character.

They both clear their throat, and you come back to, looking down at his script, realizing it's your line next.

"Oh! Sorry heh..uhm, okay. — No. There is nothing more to say…I leave tomorrow, so this'll be the last time you will ever see me. I made my choice."

You watch him closely, trying your best to follow his lead and stay as focused as you possibly can.

He pauses at your words, almost looking offended, hurt even and it gives you pause, making your heart and chest feel heavy. You understand that you both are playing characters, but that doesn't break your heart any less upon seeing how hurt he looks.

Leaning forward, he puts a soft hand on your face, looking you deeply in the eyes, following each one as if it is its own entity and he commands all your attention.

"I hurt you, I-I know this. But please…please. If you feel for me, anything at all, then you'd stay—"

He leans forward, kissing you with everything he could possibly muster in his heart and soul, and you feel it all. You feel everything.

He gives you one last peck, opening his eyes as he slowly draws back slightly and strokes your cheek with his thumb.

"Promise me you'll stay."

You are completely dumbfounded and rendered speechless by the man in front of you. You can't even bring your eyes away from him to see what your next line is, and all you do is nod softly and thoughtlessly. You don't know what his character did, and frankly, you couldn't care less…you're staying.

Hearing Jack's voice is what brings you back down to earth; you all but fall into Kelvin, and he kisses your forehead proudly as he listens to Jack's small notes, though otherwise, it is a completely flawless scene.

3PM - Monthly Fitting for Tom Ford + GOLF le FLEUR w/ Stacey Irmac

As you and Kelvin arrive at the office, you’re excited, and he can practically feel you buzzing against the hand he holds.

He looks at you as he leads you to the main room they use for fittings, and you can’t help but smile at his confused but sweet face.

"You’re that excited about this? In all honesty, it’s not that interesting. I don’t want you to get your hopes up, and it’s boring the whole time."

You laugh softly, bumping him with your hip as he holds the door open for you.

"Even if it's the longest, most boring process ever, I don’t really care. Getting to hang with you for the day is so rare PLUS, I get to see you in a bunch of expensive ass clothes. I’d say win/win I don’t know…" you shrug as you find a spot on the couch, he introduces you to Stacey, his image consultant that works with his team from time to time, and you greet his stylist Aisha.

They jump in pretty quickly, not wasting time getting him out of his clothes and into new ones. Figuring where he could wear some of the pieces and if he’s comfortable in them.

You brought along your small camcorder, just wanting to have memories of today for yourself. You try to be as out of the way and inconspicuous as possible, filming small moments of them changing certain bottoms, jackets, sweaters, and even some jewelry. For each of the sets they like as a group, Kelvin gets some shots taken and it is added into his own little fashion portfolio.

Kelvin turns and sees when he can and makes faces at the camera, sending little winks and peace signs and even blowing you kisses. All that can be heard outside of the music playing overhead are your laughs and very much approving words with each outfit you like.

About almost 2 hours into the fitting, though you both are there for Kelvin, Stacey prompts you, asking if you would be open to trying something as she has a couple of pieces from a previous fitting that she needs a women to model, and after a little prodding by Aisha and Kelvin you agree.

She has you in a beautiful sheer gown with velvet running up and down the frame of the dress; it has complementary and pleasing cutouts that perfectly capture your figure. And the way the plum color sits against your brown skin is almost like it was made for you. You take a few shots with Kelvin in a simple sheer shirt that matches your dress and an elegant black suit jacket with embellishments on the cuffs and simple black slacks. It's such a perfect medium for you both, and in its own way, you both are the statement piece.

6PM - Weekly Check-in w/ Management Team

By the time you both get back home, you're both pretty exhausted. Thankfully, you expected this, so you picked up some dinner on the way home, so you both had one less thing to worry about.

Since it's Friday, you know Kelv has his weekly call with his team about what his next week and sometimes even as far as what the next month will look like for him. You set your things down as he gets himself set up in the living room. You bring over his food and give him a small kiss on the head, hearing him hum in appreciation.

"I'll be upstairs if you need me, ok?" he nods softly, and just before you walk off, he calls out to you again, laying his head back against the couch.

"One more, please…" at first, you look at him confused, and then you laugh, shaking your head as you head back over to the couch. You give him the softest kiss you can muster on his forehead, watching as he closes his eyes, relishing in the feeling of your lips against him.

"That all, Mr. Harrison?" You ask, leaning your arm against the couch. To which he nods and grins like a kid in a candy store.

"Yep, I'm all goood now…" you laugh and make your way upstairs to your shared bedroom.

"Thank you, by the way…I'm really happy you were able to hang out with me today."

You can't help but smile, you had such a great day with him as well. It's never a dull moment when you two are together, but getting to see Kelvin in his element and even getting to take part, you feel pretty damn lucky.

"Aww baby, thank you for letting me be a little fly on the wall with you today, hopefully, we can do it more. Not that I didn't know it, but your job's pretty fun…I like it." You give him a small wink as you head upstairs, and you hear him clear his throat dramatically, right as you reach the top step.

"MANNN, I SUREEE DO LOVE TO SEE YOU WALK AWAY TOO!!!! DAMN!"

You can't help but laugh, even snort, knowing the serious moment can't ever last too long with him. Your heart swells in your chest as you let yourself fall back on your bed, going over the day in your head again. The power that man has to put you in the best mood will never fail to put the biggest smile on your face, whether he tries or not. You are just happy to know you can make him feel even a fraction of how he makes you feel, especially doing something as small as just existing with him while he gets to be the star of the show.

And it's the best damn show in the world, and you can bet you'll be in the front row everytime.

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terry richmond x black!reader summary ; in which terry, despite never being one for birthdays, realizes maybe a push was all he needed? word count ; 4.9k warnings ; none - mostly fluff, some vulgar language used, a SMIDGE (barely...) suggestive towards the end...enjoy!

He doesn’t even know how he got here or how in the hell he let these niggas talk him into this, and yet…

It’s barely midnight, and he feels he’s seen enough. He needs air or something. Everything feels so stuffy and too hot, plus the smell of weed is giving him a headache, and he just needs a breather.

He heads upstairs to an empty room and finds a balcony. Taking a seat outside and enjoying the crisp night air. He takes a sip of the same cup of beer he’s been practically holding hostage since he came to the party and almost gags. It’s warm and tastes like piss. He scrunches his face, forces the sip down, and sets his cup to the side as he slinks down in the chair.

He closes his eyes, forcing himself to take a breather, and tries to enjoy the quiet moment, not knowing how long he has before he’s found and forced back down to the party.

You came with some friends, mostly because they needed a designated driver, and you weren’t much of a drinker. Plus, you just so happened to have a car, so you supposed it worked out.

Outside of them, you hadn’t known nor recognized anyone. Though you tell yourself it’s okay to have some fun, as you’ve been putting in a lot of work this semester. And for a while, you do, putting on a smile and surprisingly enjoying yourself, but after about an hour and a half, plus your girls find their little "fun time" friends…heading off lord knows where, so you figure you’ll busy yourself until they’re ready to go.

After walking around for a while, you come across a room that thankfully isn’t occupied (you had a couple of awkward run-ins). Heading in, you close the door quietly behind you, the balcony immediately catching your eye, so you make your way out, stretching your limbs as you yawn.

"Long night, huh?"

The deep voice causes you to jump as you make a noise you don't even recognize. Since you weren't expecting anyone else out here, you turn to find the voice. And you almost immediately recognize him as you catch your breath.

You put your hand on your heart, steadying yourself and calming your breathing while you laugh awkwardly.

"Fuck! You scared me, sorry…I didn’t know anyone else was out here. If I’m bothering, I can go. I didn’t mean to intrude." He readily puts a hand up, shaking his head softly.

"No, no, you’re good…I needed a moment away from the party, too, so I get it."

You smile softly nodding as you find a place near the railing. In moments like this, you hate your need to fill the awkward silence with noise so it feels less awkward…not that it ever works.

"Yeah, it’s pretty stuffy down there….and a lil rank, won’t lie." Your words cause a laugh to come from him, which brings a smile to your own face; maybe today is the day your big mouth will work in your favor.

You turn, leaning your back and arms against the railing, looking at him.

"What?" the genuine confusion and slight concern on his face make you giggle, and you shake your head, calming him to some degree.

"Nothing, nothing, it’s just…" You stop yourself, honestly not sure what you want to say, but force words out nonetheless.

"It’s just nice to hear you speak, I guess? I don’t know if you know, but we share an art class, Professor Tanusia?" It's almost like a lightbulb goes off as he nods and smiles at your words.

Part of Terry is surprised by the conversation, and though he initially came to the balcony to be alone, he happily welcomes the new distraction. Normally, he would find any number of reasons as to why he needs to be excused from a situation like this, but for some reason, he finds himself wanting to stay.

He apologizes for not being a big talker and also explains how he didn’t even want to come tonight but was essentially forced to by some friends.

"Oh trust me, I know the feeling all too well…I’m pretty much playing sober companion tonight so yeaaah. Also, I think I've met a few of your friends. Seems like they’ve taken quite a liking to my girls."

You both laugh at the insinuation and take that as a way to slowly get to know one another. Your small conversation isn't much to write home about, but even through the small awkward silences and rushed stumbling over each other, it still manages to be nice and surprisingly comfortable despite the current situation.

Through one of those lovely bouts of awkward silence, his phone ringing forces him to look away from the side of your face as he apologizes and takes his call.

"Heeyy Nana…yeah, of course, for you? Always…" You turn, facing the railing, attempting to give him a little privacy at the very least, though you can’t help but smile at his words. Because, of course, he’s as handsome as he is, as sweet as he is, AND he loves his nana….sigh, it might just be a setup you fear.

You try not to be TOO nosy, but you catch a few words between their conversation. The biggest thing you catch is her singing the beginnings of Happy Birthday to him. When she finishes, he chuckles timidly, a sound you’re coming to quite enjoy, and he thanks her warmly.

As he finishes his call, he apologizes again, and you shake your head, telling him not to worry.

"Nah, you’re all good…and, uh, happy birthday, by the way…." you say with a small laugh; however, his embarrassed sigh and tense shoulders are enough to make you feel bad about even the possibility of making him feel uncomfortable.

"Sorry! I wasn’t eavesdropping, I swear. Also, I won’t tell anyone….I mean...unless they already know, hence why they forced you to come tonight?" He shakes his head and smiles at you sadly.

"No, you’re good, I promise. Thank you, by the way. But uh, yeah, nah, they don’t know; I’m not too big on birthdays, just another day for me…I guess." He shrugs as he looks back out into the view in front of you both, and though you nod understandingly, it still manages to make your heart feel heavy at his declaration.

You’ve been through your fair share of shit, but no one should be alone on their birthday. And with that thought roaming around in your very overactive brain, you make a choice; you nod to yourself as you turn to face him, grinning.

"Terry…" you call out to him cautiously, trying to seem very casual about your evil (completely well and good-intentioned) little plan.

His face grows warm hearing you say his name, and he doesn’t know what comes over him when he opens his mouth to speak.

"Terrance…you can call me Terrance." You smile shyly and nod.

"Okay, Terrance…" The way it sounds and feels coming out of your mouth makes the smile grow wider on your face. You’re almost embarrassed, and you try and force the feeling down as you finish speaking to him.

"…I am going to do something for you, and it will 1000% change your life, and all you gotta do is say yes to my next question…

So…do you trust me?" You ask him with an unreadable expression. He watches you closely with furrowed eyebrows and quirks one as he answers.

"Uh, y…es?" Causing you to laugh as you nod.

"Good. Follow me." As you make your way downstairs, you hear his heavy footsteps following close behind. Grabbing your jacket from near the front door, you head outside, get into your car, and once Terry is in, you both head off.

"So, uh…something tells me you’re not gonna tell me where we’re going, hm?"

You laugh, throwing your head back slightly, and signal your turn light. Terry watches you closely, something about the way it sounds, how it comes out of your mouth, so genuine, so natural, almost laughing from your full belly makes him smile, wanting to hear more.

"You catch on quick…I like you, I think I’ll keep you around." You turn another corner, sparing him a quick glance, as you keep your eyes on the road, smiling softly.

After about a few more minutes of driving, you pull up to a pharmacy. Once you park, you hop out of the car.

Terry eyes you suspiciously and is confused, but he follows behind you.

"Before you speak…Yes, I know, it’s weird. But it’s also past 2am, and we don’t have a lot of options, so the next best thing it is; now, follow me, young man!" You do a silly march to the sliding doors, walk inside, and head straight towards the snack section.

From behind you, he shakes his head lightly at your silliness and makes a small saluting gesture.

"Sir, yes, sir…." He mumbles as he jogs slightly to catch up with you.

Once he does, you’re standing with a hand on your hip, tapping a foot on the floor, biting the inside of your cheek, and he just stares at you, awaiting your next move.

You stare between him and the generic cupcakes with a furrowed brow as if studying them for a few moments and put a hand out toward them.

"Pick."

He looks at you, beyond confused, and scratches against his forehead as he speaks.

"What?"

You gesture towards the 5 different options in front of you both and tell him once again.

"Pick one…."

It takes him a minute or so, but once he puts two and two together he sighs, laughing quietly to himself. He shakes his head as he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck.

"You know you don’t have to do this, right? When I was telling you earlier, it wasn’t for some sort of pi—"

You hold a hand up, cutting him off as you turn to face him, staring him directly in the eyes.

"Terry- Terrance….it is your 21st birthday. You were already at a shitty house party you were forced to go to, and it is now…

You check your watch.

It's 2:37am, and though extremely sweet, the only person who’s called you is your nana. Not only that, but you said your birthday is "just another day" for you….And because of that, respectfully, I refuse for her call to be the highlight of your day and perhaps even the only thing you looked forward to."

You step closer to him, closing a barely noticeable gap, and bring a hand to his shoulder, grasping at him softly.

"So I need you to turn this off and pick a damn cupcake…please." You say through a laugh, poking at his forehead lightly and stepping back to give him space to make his choice.

He just stares at you for what feels like forever. Initially, you know he needs a moment to recover from you being all in his space like that, especially since you barely know one another, which is starting to make you nervous and feel like you possibly overstepped.

That is, until a corner of his mouth slowly falls upward, into that sweet, calm grin. It's almost like he's trying to suppress a larger smile, and it makes you smile yourself.

Terry thinks about how close you were only a few moments ago. To anyone looking from the outside, the exchange barely lasted more than a minute, but god, it felt like at least 20+ to him. It’s been a long time since he felt so nervous like this around a person, but you weirdly make him feel both on edge and oh-so comfortable at the same time.

He never does much for himself; everything he does is usually for other people. It's not that he minds it, but he honestly cannot remember the last time someone forced him to take time and make a choice just for him. It almost feels like too much responsibility, which is not a phrase in Terry’s vocabulary.

He shakes his head, pushing out a laugh as he recalls your words. "…turn this off, and pick a damn cupcake…" And pick a damn cupcake he did.

"Double chocolate…"

You smile, nodding as you pick it up and hand it to him.

"Great choice." You say as you take some cash out your back pocket, handing it over to him.

"Okay now go pay for that, and I’ll get some candles and stuff and meet you at the car."

He stands back, giving you a small salute, and heads towards the register. You can’t help but laugh to yourself as you go get the remainder of the items, pay, and meet him back at the car.

The way he idly lazes against your car, like it's the most natural thing in the world, makes you laugh. How a person can seem like they just fit in a place they've never been before is beyond you...but you are starting to gather the key to "understanding" Terry is to simply just leave things be, things'll make sense, when they make sense.

"We ready?" His words pull you from your ever-running mind as you unlock the doors for you both.

You hold up the bag of goodies and nod as you look him in the eyes and just barely brush past him to get in the car.

"Mhmm, let us go." he clicks his tongue against his teeth, smiling as he climbs into the car.

You start it up and begin driving, turning on the radio and letting it play low.

The ambiance in the car between you both is almost palpable. He holds the small 4-piece case of cupcakes in his hand on his lap as he squeezes his other hand between the seat and his thigh. His hands are sweaty, and he is embarrassingly overthinking every moment he shares with you.

Though he won’t readily admit it, he already knew who you were on the balcony, he’s seen you around campus, and he most definitely remembered you from your shared 10am art class. He’s never been much of a morning person, but seeing you with a smile every time you strolled in at 9:55 am on the dot, taking your seat, catching up with a few friends from the class, and always bringing along some kind of snack.

It made him wonder what your favorite was if you were more of a sweet or a savory kind of person like him? He hadn’t really ever spoken to you before, but he’s always wanted to.

Shy isn’t necessarily the word someone would use to describe Terry; reserved is more accurate. But you make those things seem so unimportant. You make him want to get closer to you and learn more. So long as it means basking in whatever light you shine, then so be it.

He’s brought back to earth when he feels your hand on his leg. Thus causing a shiver to run along his spine as he looks at your hand, following up your arm and landing at those big and beautiful brown eyes.

"Hey, we’re here…" you say to him softly.

He’s almost too embarrassed to speak, barely mumbling out an apology as he nods. Trying his best not to think about the embarrassing spaced-out look he probably had on his face. Shaking your head, you squeeze his thigh once before letting go.

"All good, come on." You climb out of the car, feeling the cool air against your face. The Overlook has always been one of your favorite places. You give yourself a moment after heading to your trunk as you open it and set a few things up for you both. You look out at the skyline, hoping that Terry will enjoy the view as much as you do. Climbing in the newly set up trunk, you realize Terry still hasn't gotten out of the car yet.

"You coming?" Your words pull him out of his head as he nods and gets out of the car, climbing his long-limbed self into the trunk with you.

"I know it’s not the biggest thing in the world, but it’s either this or sit directly on the ground…look, it was pretty short notice." He laughs, getting comfortable enough, and shakes his head.

"Nah, this is good. Okay, so don’t leave me in suspense. What are we doing out here?" he asks as he takes in the view himself. You watch him closely. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking it all in, breathing in the earthy scent and almost relaxing wholly with you.

You smile brightly, putting a hand out so he can hand over the cupcake pack. He does and watches you as you put things together.

"Ahh, and there comes the fun part." You say, setting it on your lap, taking out the bag from the pharmacy, and setting up the small candle pack. As you try your best to spread the 10 little sticks evenly across the 4 cupcakes, he looks at you softly, taking in your composed nature and the determination in your eyes to ensure everything is perfect. This causes him to smile and chuckle to himself quietly. Someone he barely knows is sitting here trying to make something perfect….for him? What an unusual night. What an even more unusual and unexpected birthday.

“And don- wait…” You light the candles quickly and then smile to yourself, proud of your simple but hard work.

“Okay…now I'm done!” You smile up at him as you hold the case of cupcakes up carefully so as not to put out the candles.

He smiles back at you, shaking his head, probably at your excitement, but his smile is so sweet and soft that you can let it go at once. He leans down to blow out the candles—

“Terrance! Make a wish first nigga…” he looks at you like you have two heads before he rolls his eyes with laugh.

“Are you serious? There’s only 10 candles, and I’m turning 21…you want me to actually make a wish on this?”

Looking at him with a slight glare, you explain- "Well there were only 3's, 5's, 7's, 8's and one pack of 10 left…so either you were gonna be 73, 58 or 10…had to make a judgment call." you say with a shrug.

He laughs, nodding as he understands the cosmic predicament you found yourself in.

"So I'm 10 years old today huh?" he asks with an amused smile, making you nod along to his question.

"Yes, you are turning 10 today, Terrance. Now close your eyes and make a wish…I'll even close my eyes and turn my head away if it makes you feel any better." Though you are joking, Terry is sure that if he asked, you would actually do it. He huffs out a laugh and settles down slightly as he closes his eyes for a few moments and makes his wish.

You use this time to take in his face simply; the only light between you is the candles and just a bit coming from the skyline at the Overlook. You have to physically force your hands to stay put. He almost seems like a painting. You can see his dark circles, probably from a long semester, perhaps from something more. You wish you could help; just lessen the load on his shoulders even if for a little while. You see a small scar on the edge of his left eyebrow, you wonder from what, hoping one day you can hear the story.

He blows out the candles after another minute or so, and when he opens his eyes, you're both just staring at each other. The moment is nerve-wracking but also the most comfortable you have felt in a long time. It's almost a battle of wills to see who will break first, and you feel your stomach turning and your neck growing warm, so you take the initiative, clearing your throat and looking away, setting the case down between you both and taking the blown out candles off and setting them aside. You feel his eyes on you as you clean up a little and take a cupcake out of case, which he does as well.

You both bite into your cupcakes, and after a few moments of chewing, you look at him with a sad chewing smile.

"That is…stal—"

"Yeah…that's stale…"

Nodding along with him, you force the bite down. You look at one another in silence again before you both break out in laughter.

"Well, here's to your 10th birthday, huh?"

His laughs only continue, and it makes you feel proud. Hopefully, it's better than the day he would have had otherwise.

"Best 10th birthday a guy would ask for…" he says as he looks at you softly. You smile, nodding, feeling warm inside and then you remember that you have something else for him.

"Oh! That's not all…we still have one more surprise in store…" he looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, and you look at him with a knowing look. He shakes his head, closing his eyes, causing you to laugh, and you pull the small gift from behind your back, placing it in his lap.

He feels around it and opens his eyes. He immediately looks up at you with a large grin, you can't help but laugh slightly, knowing you may have just hit the mark.

He takes the generic stick on bow off it and looks through the soft leather-bound sketchbook.

"I know, I know…I'm amazing, you don't have to say it… and you are very welcome." Your sarcastic but playful tone causes him to hum in agreement, rolling his eyes.

"…You got this from the pharmacy didn't you? That's why you sent me away to get the cupcakes..." his words cause you to stop dead in your tracks, looking at him with an unreadable expression, blinking slowly.

"The magic…your 10th birthday….yeah, you're ruining it…" Your words cause him to laugh hard, throwing his head back. Once he catches his breath, he looks at you with an apologetic smile as he nods. You aren't even a little serious, but something about watching him be so happy, even in just this moment, makes you think, how in the hell could anyone ever be angry with him? Ever be anything less than nice to him? Do anything less than constantly consider him?

"Okay, okay…I'm sorry— All jokes aside though, thank you forreal, this is dope…thank you." he looks at you so genuinely, and you can feel the honesty and gratefulness pouring off of him, and it's taking a whole lot in you to not just reach forward and feel his warmth against you. You simply nod and try your best to keep your racing heartbeat at bay.

You look at your watch and see it's a little past 3am, and you start cleaning up.

"We should probably start heading back. I promised to get the girls back to campus at a decent hour." He nods understanding, and you both hop back in the front seats and take the drive back to the house.

The ride is quiet but so warm, a thrilling contrast to the crisp air of the late night/early morning. You both steal and sneak glances at one another throughout the ride, but it's all unspoken, and you wouldn't want it any other way.

You catch a long red light when you are down the street from the house, and you look over to a closed-eyed Terry. He seems so much more calm and at ease than he was earlier when you interrupted his time on the balcony. He holds a faint smile on his face, and you can't help but smile yourself as the light turns green and you face the road again, knowing that no matter what happens, this is definitely an experience you will take with you for the rest of your life. You just hope he feels the same.

As you finish checking on the second little munchkin, you leave her door cracked and head back into the kitchen, catching your husband finishing up the dishes from dinner.

You smile to yourself and head over to the large sign made by your 3-year-old twins Elijah and Iliyah, which reads; "HAPPY 31st BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!"

He hears the chair scrape behind him as you step on it to pull it down.

"You can leave it up for a little longer…for Jah and Ili—"

You laugh at his attempt to act nonchalantly as you climb down from the chair and move to put away the remainder of dinner. When you finish, you run your hand along his back as you pass him near the sink; hearing his soft hum in reply to your small touch brings a smile to your face as you head over to the couch, preparing your last gifts for the night.

"Be quick, the night isn't complete yet, Mr. Richmond…" he finishes up the last dishes, drying his hands, and meets you at the couch.

Just as he sits, you finish lighting the last candle. "We finally hit that big 2 1 huh?" He says laughing upon seeing the numbered candles on the cupcakes.

He closes his eyes and makes his wish. Once he blows out the candles, he takes the case from you, passing you a cupcake, as he takes his own.

You both bite into it and share a look.

"Dear god…all these years later and its still fucking terrible." You can't help but laugh as you nod, watching him closely. He looks at you, rather looks through you as he takes your cupcake setting it alongside his on the coffee table.

"Mrs. Richmond, I know there's more…that big ol' brain of yours is always working." You push against his leg playfully and grab your gift from behind a throw pillow, handing it to him.

"Now…when you open it, I know you'll fight the urge to have a stroke…but I need you to know I was as safe and precise as possible. Practically used a surgical hand to get it out— I promise." he looks almost scared as he opens the gift. When he sees it, he's stunned and can't stop himself from looking between you and the framed picture of a sketch he made of the Overlook with you at the edge of it.

This sketch being the first thing he ever drew in the gift you gave him ten years ago.

"It's a pretty important moment in our relationship. It only felt right, plus I know you've been wanting to have more of your old sketches in the new office, so ya know, two birds-one stone…" Your words trail off as he sets the framed sketch next to the pharmacy cupcakes, pulling you into him. He holds you close, kissing your temple, and you enjoy his warmth as usual. You both sit in a comfortable silence as you listen to his soft breathing; it almost lulls you straight to sleep after a long day with the kids preparing for tonight, though the clearing of his throat causes you to open your eyes, giving him all your attention.

"Did I ever tell you what I wished for that night?" You shake your head at his soft words, feeling the rumble of his chuckles against your back.

Once you help your friends into your car—with Terry's help, of course—you get settled in yourself, and he jogs around to the driver's side as you roll down your window.

"Terrance…" he just stares at you with a fond look and god you want to kiss him so badly. You keep a hand on the steering wheel and the other lying against the door with your face resting against your fist, attempting to cover your stupidly embarrassing grin.

"Hmm?" You roll your eyes and shake your head while laughing.

"Oh my god…go in the house!" suppressing your giggle, you purse your lips and nod towards his friend's place.

He bites his lip as he tries to keep his own smile down; you actually feel like hitting him now. He's not being fair in the slightest at this point.

"Am I gonna see you tomorrow, huh?" He tries his best to keep the giddy feeling inside, but he stares at you so closely and sees that adorable smile on your face, no matter how much you try to hide it. Fuck, he needs to kiss you.

"Maybe…I don't know. We'll see…" you say looking at him innocently, shrugging your shoulders.

That's the last straw for him. He looks at you with a face you can barely read, and just as you are about to ask if he's okay, he speaks.

"I really want to kiss you…" You feel your heart stop and while you try and catch your breath, you feel yourself nodding.

You watch as he bends down to meet you at the window; feeling his lips against yours is like nothing you've ever felt. All that overdramatic, sappy storybook stuff that people talk about…unfortunately, it is very much real. Though fortunately for you…you are over the moon. It's him causing it.

He brings a hand to your face, his thumb softly grazing against your cheek and ear, almost pulling you impossibly closer to him, which forces a soft whimper from your throat, procuring a groan of his own.

Hearing a car horn snatches you both from the moment, and you immediately put a hand over your mouth. A moment later, you realize the sound was of your own making.

Forgetting that your hand was even on the wheel, in trying to get yourself closer to Terry, you mistakenly slid against it.

You both look at each other and laugh shyly, trying to keep your eyes off one another while also stealing any glances you can.

"I-- Yeah…I am gonna go. I'm gonna go…" you say, keeping your eyes on the road as you start up your car.

He nods softly, chuckling as he taps the top of your car twice, backing up and giving you space to pull off.

You look at him for another few moments and start pulling off.

"Goodnight, Terrance…" You say softly as you drive off. You watch him from your rearview, and he stands there all the way until you can no longer see him.

"So you got your wish?" you ask him as you turn lightly in his hold, just wanting to look at him, laying your chin against his chest.

He looks down at you, nodding, as he kisses against your nose, temple, and lips.

"Seems like it…"

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Silent Winter Nights

terrance (foe) x black!reader summary ; you can't sleep, and you are missing the one thing that helps... word count ; 1.4k warnings ; none - fluff and a lil suggestive if you squint I GUESS LMFAO ｢ author's note: tis my first writing so enjoy ! thought about this random concept a couple days ago and it felt perfect for terrance + i don't see enough for him so hopefully it does him justice even if a little. ENJOY !! ｣

You settle yourself into bed after a long day, trying your best to attempt to fall asleep. You’ve done just about everything you can think of that usually helps, but tonight is just one of those nights…

You scratch lightly at your head and turn over to look at the time on your vanity; it’s just half past 2am. Which means you’ve been lying here...awake for almost 2 hours, and you are annoyed, to say the least. You lie on your back once more and throw your arms out to your sides, grunting frustratingly at the increasing tiredness in your bones, but to no avail nor surrendering of actual sleep.

You reach out your right hand to the empty side of your bed, already knowing why you can’t sleep. You turn to your left side, closing your eyes softly for a moment. You never thought you could miss someone so much, and yet…

Your…honestly, you don’t know what he is to you if you’re being honest with yourself. And somehow, this slight confusion you sit in only makes you miss him that much more.

The world is so much different than before; calling him your boyfriend feels severely lacking, and calling him your husband feels too heavy. You open your eyes, shaking all your thoughts off as you look out the window of your comfortable apartment and try not to get caught up in trivial matters.

You just want him back. Your apartment feels entirely too small without him. Part of you almost hates the way you want and crave him, and then he looks at you and smiles, and all those feelings seem entirely unimportant.

You pull your heavy limbs out of bed, forcing yourself to go downstairs and busy yourself with anything other than your waning thoughts wrapped up in him and how his arms feel around you, how he perfectly slots himself to you, and how he always smells like lavender and cinnamon.

You feel your neck grow warm, imagining him there as you start the water in the kettle on the stove so you can make some tea. You take out a mug, some sugar, and milk, putting together your tea, and before you even realize it, you’ve unconsciously taken out a second, and you’re already halfway through making the cup.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, knowing for sure that you’re entirely too sleepy. The brain fog is worse than it’s ever been, and before you can even decide what you’ll do with the cup, you hear the lock turning and him attempting to come in as quietly as he possibly can so as not to wake you.

You laugh to yourself and take a seat at the table, leaving his cup on the counter as you take a sip from yours. He takes off his shoes and hangs his jacket, leaving his work bag near the door as he ducks his head into the kitchen.

Immediately locking his surprised and very exhausted eyes with your own, he softens as you nod your head towards the cup. He can’t help but smile to himself as he pulls a chair up next to you.

"I’m sorry…I’m sorry…" he says in an exhausted tone, which partially makes you smile, not so much because he’s tired, but more so cause it’s reassuring to know you weren’t the only one that had a long day. You shake your head warmly at him and take another sip of your tea, allowing its warmth to envelop you.

The way he casually puts a hand on your bare leg, almost mindlessly stroking against it; despite knowing nothing he does is ever without thought and careful consideration, it still manages to send shivers up your spine while simultaneously calling forth that tiredness from earlier and you feel it settle itself into the home it’s made within your body.

You exhale softly and set your mug down.

"No reason to apologize. I was already up anyway, couldn’t sleep…” you say softly as you shrug your shoulders. He takes a sip from his mug and stares at you for a moment.

It isn’t much, but it manages to steal just a bit of air from your lungs. You have to force yourself to look away as you try and focus on your mostly empty cup, giving yourself a moment to recover. However, that moment doesn’t last too long, as he stops his ministrations and takes another sip of his tea, all while keeping his eyes trained on you, as if trying to read what’s going on in your head.

You use this chance to stand up and put your mug in the sink.

“How was your day, sweetheart?” Something about the way he asks makes the hair on the back of your neck stand at attention. You hold yourself against the sink, trying to consider what you even did today. And as you think, he presses himself against you, leaning his forehead against your shoulder and placing his hands on either side of the sink.

You turn to face him, exhaling steadily. His being so close after nearly two months of barely seeing him almost makes you close your eyes, ignoring his question just to enjoy the warmth between you for a moment longer.

"I-It was ok- it was fine…how was yours?" you ask through a small whisper. His hands immediately find their way to your hips, waist, and back, pulling himself further into you. He bends his neck down to attempt to catch your eyes.

"You running from me?" His playfully sleepy words cause you to look him directly in the eyes, slightly embarrassed but mostly surprised by his words.

"No, just missed you is all…"

He leans into you, laying his face in your neck, humming in sarcastic agreement, and gives you small kisses, breathing you in. His arms wrap around you in a protective and possessive hold.

"Mmhmm…tell me about your day. I've missed you."

Your hands instantly find their way around his shoulder and on the nape of his neck, gently stroking at the new growth. You can't help but smile to yourself tenderly as you enjoy this moment with him.

"It was fine, been pretty busy at the library, lots of new visitors but other than that it's been the us-" You find yourself mincing words and forgetting because the running of his nose against your neck, and small kisses are thoroughly distracting. Chuckling, you give him a small kiss on the forehead.

"You aren't even listening, are you?"

He mumbles something you can't quite catch and continues his attention, adorning you with all the affection he feels he's missed out on giving and, in a way, receiving with work taking him away from you.

"M'listening…just missed you is all…missed you. Sorry I been gone." You nod softly, understanding the sentiment all too well. You close your eyes and enjoy the comfort he provides, listening to his soft breathing and allowing that tiredness to creep back into your limbs and let yourself lean impossibly further into him. After a few moments, you call out to him softly, earning a hum from him.

"Come, let's go to bed…" He looks up at your words, eyes full of sleepiness, as they fall over each part of your face delicately, meeting your own as he nods softly in agreement.

You grab his hand, leading him upstairs to your room. You lie down, watching as he takes off his work clothes, and he laughs sleepily as he climbs into bed next to you, pulling you flush against him. You watch him close his eyes softly as you trace the small barely noticeable scars along his face, around his eyes and ear.

"Watching me…creep…" he says through a drowsy mumble, and you can already tell he will be asleep soon. You shake your head as you laugh softly and kiss his temple.

His gentle breathing and warm hold lull you along with him into a heavy sleep. Having him so close again makes you forget about the long and cold nights without him, almost like he was never gone in the first place.

Though you aren't fully sure where to place yourself and Terrance, you are sure of two things. You've both missed one another considerably, and you never sleep more soundly than you do when he's here holding you.

Trivial thoughts for a later time; right now, he's here…and you both couldn't be more at ease.