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“I’m for everything Black.

Black women.

Black men.

Black LGBTQIA+.

Everything black, because when I wake up I know I bleed the culture and I carry the roots of my ancestors.”

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Imagine This……

As soon as Josh was by himself, his fingers trembled slightly as he scrolled through his contacts, looking for her. The rush from his match against Gunther, still very much present and running through his veins. His eyes were glued to the softly illuminated screen as he located her name. His other hand was already shoving his cargo trousers down.

Josh’s head fell back against the couch he was sitting on, as he dipped his hand under the waistbands of his cargos and boxers, his soul focus was hearing her sweet voice. He didn’t care that his family were waiting to celebrate with him, he had important business to attend to first. Josh’s heartbeat quickened and his thick long fingers dragged down his happy trail.

The dial tone seemed never ending, as he waited to hear her voice congratulating him on his win. Josh’s hand tightened its grip around his cock, which was becoming harder with each second that passed. He closed his eyes shut when he heard her voice through the speakerphone, causing his cock to jolt.

“Josh!” she shrieked through the phone. “Congrats baby, you did so well. Five moves of doom, who?”

Josh gripped his cock harder at the sound of her voice, and the pad of his thumb smeared the beads of precum along the tip of his cock.

“Ma…..” Josh said, his voice coming out as a desperate plea. “Keep talkin’ to me.”

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DOECHII — Anxiety (dir. James Mackel, 2025) +

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Now I KNOW we losing recipes, in church and done see not ONE Hat😔😔😔

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I’m not even joking when I say Roman literally saying that he supports Trump upsets me cause what do you even mean by that…

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This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

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nikashonté . 🤍

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Summary: Meet The Richmonds takes places after A Different World: Next Generation and before/during Melanin Preparatory Academy. It follows Terrence and Blaire after college and during his first base assignment and what comes with it. There is going to be drama, angst, fluff, fun, and sadness. 

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“Fuck,” Terry cursed. 

He tossed his phone onto the passenger seat of his truck. The massive interior suddenly felt small and closed in. It was Terrence Jr's 5th birthday this weekend and he had been waiting for Keisha to finalize when the party would be. He had told her to make the party on Friday, Blaire had a ultrasound appointment and he wanted to be there. They were learning the gender of their first child. Instead, she made the party for Friday afternoon. An hour before Blaire's appointment. 

She had already schedule the appointment with a clinic in Atlanta, instead of back in North Carolina where her OBGYN was. Blaire had made the five and a half hour drive and at six months that was a lot on her already. He knew Blaire would just go with the flow most times, but this was going to push those boundaries. He looked ahead at the rented house where they were staying for the next two weeks. He had some leave time and took the days to spend with his son. 

Grabbing the bags of takeout, Terry walked into the house. Using the side door, he stepped into the kitchen and placed the bags on the island. He checked the den and found Blaire on the couch with her blankets, a jar of pickles, and lemon water. 

He came around the couch, Blaire's face lighting up instantly, and sat next to her. He'd been in and out of the house all week. He took Terrence Jr. to and from school, they went out to eat a few times, and each time Blaire was at the house. Keisha hadn't let up on Blaire not being around their child and with his second child on the way, things were about to get more complicated. 

"How was lunch with Tj?" She asked. 

It was another thing he hated about this situation. Blaire genuinely loved Tj, she had tried to become involved in his life, but Keisha made it very clear she needed to keep her distance. 

“He’s obsessed with pizza.” Terry replied. “We need to talk.”

Blaire sat up as much as her belly would let her. Baby Richnond took up space right where it put pressure on her lower back. 

“What is going on?” She grunted. 

“It’s about his birthday party.” 

Blaire knew she wouldn’t be there to celebrate with Tj. Nor would Keisha allow him to have a party here. Being left out bothered Blaire but it wasn’t her child so she went with it as best as she could. It meant holidays split from each other and some birthday dates postponed but the dynamic was working. Somewhat. 

“It’s Friday. I rented out the indoor trampoline park for him. She just had to pick a date. It’s at one.” 

Blaire realized he meant this Friday and slid her feet from his lap. “What about my ultrasound?“

“I was thinking we could wait until we’re back home…”

“She can’t push the party until after the appointment? Or to Saturday.” Blaire asked, the smile she had earlier was gone and he could tell she wasn’t happy. 

“She wants it Friday and I want to be there, Blaire.” He saw her face fall and knew what she was thinking. “We can schedule it for when we’re back home. I’ll take off and we can-“

“I will reschedule, Terrence.” 

Blaire picked up her phone and slowly pushed herself to her feet. He followed and when he leaned in to kiss her, for another compromise on her part, she turned her head to the side so his lips landed on her cheek. 

“I’ll make it up to you. I know I’ve been asking a lot from you.” He admitted. 

How, Blaire didn’t care. The excitement around her first pregnancy was dying down. Fast. With her mood tanked, Blaire turned and waddled towards the bedroom. 

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Chapter Two : Fun on the Yard

.summary.: Hillman hosts a back-to-school carnival two weeks later, to help students destress, and the newest Kappa Lambda Nu line makes their debut in the Yard. .pairing.: Terry x Blaire & Aaron x Brennan .word count.: 1.6k

co.writer: @keyaho

Terry's peach apricot Red bull had been overtaken by Blaire and her food curiosity. She had sipped the energy drink right after he popped the top and currently held it in her hands. Sharing every now and then but keeping the can in her hand. 

He had no idea how she would react to it. Last he knew, Blaire avoided most sodas and preferred teas, fresh juices, and water. Most would call her a picky eater, but had more of a texture avoidance. She had taken over his drink, his fries earlier, and two funnel cakes. 

"You've had a lot of sugar today," Terry noted. 

Wearing a pair of noise canceling ear buds, she looked up at him as his mouth moved. She could her him, the setting allowing closer voices to reach her. It was the background noise she needed to muffle. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to get her to attend the carnival. Blaire furrowed her brows and shook her head. 

"No I haven't." 

"Powdered doughnuts, I saw you drink some of Brennan's soda, you took the chocolate from Aaron's hand, not to mention all the fried food." He prattled off each and Blaire narrowed her eyes. 

"I wanted to taste it." 

"You're going to be up all night." He replied. "You don't even like half of these foods." 

"I wanted to participate." 

Terry cracked a smile, his pearly white teeth flashing briefly. Blaire found her eyes dropping to his lips. 

"And if you get sick?" He asked. 

"I thought you said you would take care of me, Terrence? Did you forget?" 

Terry's face lit up like a Christmas tree.. Their talk back in New York had stuck with him. How vulnerable she looked in his arms, the way she was so practical and how she eventually gave in to him. At least, a little. 

He was about to lean in to kiss her forehead when they were interrupted. Another feminine voice joined them and Blaire's smile turned into a scowl. Terry scratched the side of his nose in irritation. He'd been dabbling in a few ponds before Blaire got here. He was single and mingled. Not just that, but between the braids and beard, he was never starved of female attention. His line name Pressure wasn't because of some wholesome reason. He had a track record. 

"Hey Terry,' Keisha greeted. Her voice was flirtatious and direct. 

"What," he replied, though he didn't spare her a glance too long. 

"So are we still on for this weekend?" 

Terry pursed his lips. He had long canceled those plans, but by the way Keisha was looking at Blaire, he knew she was just doing it to be messy. Her whole group of friends were messy. He couldn't remember why he messed with her in the first place. 

"Nah," he replied. "You already know that." 

Keisha, undeterred, pointed towards Blaire, who was actively avoiding confrontation. She hated it. 

"Oh so you just think you can come and take Pressure, huh," she snapped. 

"His name is Terrence." Blaire corrected. 

She knew the importance of line names, but she wasn't going to call him Pressure at the moment. 

"Whatever, you're just another bird," Keisha replied. "Fly away." 

Terry's brow shot up at that. He moved Blaire behind him and Keisha snorted. "Watch your mouth." 

"We need to talk." She says before rolling her eyes and walking away. 

“Girl, why the hell Aaron looking at you like that.” Dominique, Brennan’s line sister squeals while pointing. The duo had been standing at one of the food stands, sharing a plate of strawberry funnel cake bites. Hillman was hosting its annual back to school carnival, though it was  late. It was much needed after the rough two weeks of dorm issues, teachers rioting about lack of adequate pay, and most importantly for Brennan, she was questioning her decision of taking law classes. 

Hillman decorated The Quad  with carnival games, rides, and multiple different stations of activities to do provided by organizational clubs. The Dj provided had been playing nothing but 90's and 00’s classics and one of Brennan's favorite song’s had started playing. 

See girl, I know that you a freak (what's up?) She slidin' down the pole (yeah)

“Fuck, Dj know what he doin’” Brennan mumbles, following Dominque’s finger to see her freshly crossed boyfriend lining up with his line brothers. It wasn’t hard to miss Aaron’s buzz cut and bare face, with little signs of a stubble growing on his chin She hums giving him a once over. His frame was swallowed by the custom purple and grey para jacket, with the year he joined on the arms, and his line name on the back. Professor X. Beneath it had been a black beater that she had to convince him to wear with a pair of black jeans and some Timbs. She couldn’t deny he looked good, he would look better once he grew his facial hair out. He looked too much like Terry right now.

“I think the Kappas are about to stroll, let’s get closer.” Dominique pulled Brennan by the wrist to get further in the crowd. Brennan tossed the plate in a nearby trashcan letting herself be pulled as she licked the powdered sugar off her fingers. 

The way she lookin' at me I'm givin' her my dough (and I say)

Everyone else had the same idea as they made room for the fraternities to stroll, especially now that Kappa Alpha Nu had a new line. The  giant open circle houses all of the fraternities on campus.  Mu Gamma Xi, Theta Nu, and Kappa Lambda Nu. She could see Terry and his line joining Aaron and his, and that makes her look around for her sister.  Her eyes narrow when she spots her, but the other annoying ass figure in front of her. Keisha. Before she could even move over to them, Kenya stopped in front her with a smug look etched across her face. 

“So how was the little Convocation?”

“It’s only a little because they didn’t ask you to go.” Brennan crosses her arms, feeling Dominique move up to stand at her side. 

Brennan couldn’t help but look in the direction of the commotion. Pressure had joined them, worried, she looked around for her sister to see Ciara had grabbed her hand and was making their way over to them. Kenya’s fingers snapping in her face only irritated her more. 

“Snap your fingers in my face one more time.”

“Ooo, I'm so scared.” Kenya mocks with a smirk, thinking she got under Brennan’s skin. 

Brennan just rolls her eyes, “Unless you have something worth listening to, I suggest you move.”

Kenya claps her hands together with a tilt of her head.  “I know you know Aaron and Terry, surprisingly.” She says like it wasn’t a shocker. “As you know, relationships with fraternity members is forbidden.”

"So why do you keep sniffing around my man?" 

Ciara snorted. "Fuck around and get that sinus drained." 

"Who the fuck are you?" Kenya asks, her eyes cutting towards Ciara. "No one was speaking to you. It's a new policy-"

“No, it’s not.” Blaire interrupts. “There is nothing in the by-laws about such interactions between sororities and fraternities.” 

Kenya makes a face in disgust. “Anyways, We need eligible bachelors, for the charity auction–”

“No.” Brennan was quick to say no,  as she knew what she was asking. She won’t admit to anyone, but she was jealous when it came to Aaron, and while she could afford to outbid anyone, she didn’t feel like hearing Terry’s mouth about 'why she set them up for that shit'. 

“No?” 

“Yeah, no.” She shrugs. No was a complete sentence. “You also might wanna move.”

“Wh-” Kenya was pushed out the way by one of the members of Mu Gamma Xi, making the four of them step back to let them through. Brennan and Ciara couldn’t help but laugh as Kenya stumbled back into a few girls, spilling their drinks on them and almost getting into a fight before remembering they were wearing their letters.

“Why didn’t you say yes? You can afford to outbuy her?” Ciara asks.

“Terry is an asshole who would have any girl that's not Blaire crying by the end of the night and Aaron, well.” Brennan smiles, her attention finally focusing on Aaron and the way he shimmied his shoulders while going down into a squat. Their eyes finally meet. “Why pay for something I already have.”

So won't you put the pussy on me (yeah, yeah) (and I say)

Yeah, girl, I said won't you put the pussy on me (oh, yeah, she gotta feel that) 

The song had started to fade out into another song, but by the time everyone had split up, wanting to get last minute drinks and snacks before someone decided to throw an afterparty at their place. Brennan stuffed her hands into the pockets of her own sorority letterman. She kept her eyes on Aaron as he moved through the crowd towards her. Terry moved like a cheetah and was already at Blaire's side, pulling her away from the crowd to probably take her back to the house. 

“You’re sweaty.” Brennan mumbles when he finally stops in front her, reaching his arms out, to slide inside her jacket and around her waist. From the corner of her eye she could see Kenya and a few of her friends watching with an envious glare in their eyes. Brennan steps more into his space, standing on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck. 

“You didn’t complain last night” He kisses her, tasting the funnel cake on her lips and swiping his tongue across her full bottom one to get a better taste. “I’m ready to go.”

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summary > Blaire is sick and Terry takes care of her. chapter warnings > fluff, mentions of pregnancy,

'Meet The Richmonds' takes place in between A Different World & Melanin Prep. It's a small series detailing the first 7 years of their marriage and what actually happened in Rebel Ridge.

Terry stepped into the house and toed off his boots by the door. His keys were tossed in the little bowl on the table by the door. The house was warmer than he had left it and that meant one thing. Coupled with Aaron calling him about Blaire passing out during their class field trip, he hauled ass to get off work and home. Noah was in the hands of his grandmother and Angela told him he'd watch him for a few days. They all knew Blaire didn't just get sick. Sighing, Terry rounded the corner into the living room and into the kitchen. Her appetite was probably shit, so he placed an order for takeout and asked Aaron to swing by and pick it up. He could drop it off and just leave it in the kitchen. 

He entered their bedroom and walked to the side of the bed. Blaire was buried beneath the sheets, her hair wild, curled into a ball. Pulling out his phone, he snapped a photo. 

"Dushi,' Terry whispered, sitting on the edge while peeling back the damp layers of sheets. 

He touched her forehead and pulled back, very concerned. She was burning hot. He knew how she felt about hospitals and opted to try and break her fever himself. Terry left her side for a moment, turning on the shower in their bathroom and closed the door so it could build steam. He found her some warm clothes to change into after running her a bath. 

When he came back to the bed, she was sitting up. 

"How's my baby doing,' he asked softly, pushing her hair out of the way so he could see her face. 

"Tired,' she cried in a rush as if she was using the very last of her breath to speak. "My baby,' she suddenly tried getting up. 

Terry realized she remembered what time it was and he grabbed her as she almost fell off the bed. 

"Angela is going to watch him for a few days, baby. Noah is fine. You're not." 

Blaire leaned into Terry, her head falling to his chest. "I don't feel good." She croaked, throat burning as she tried to speak. He reached between them and unbuttoned the silk shirt she was wearing. His hand flattened against her stomach and she placed her hand on top of his. 

"Your morning sickness is getting worse,' he murmured. 

Carrying their second, they hadn't told anyone yet, had Blaire struggling to keep the secret, especially when she was sick, but she had done a good job until now. As soon as Blaire's doctor confirmed her pregnancy, Terry had been all over her and overbearing. He had done the same when she was pregnant with Noah, but this time because she was sicker, Terry was all in her space. 

“It’s time we tell everyone.” He said. 

There was a gleam in his eye. He was more excited for their new addition than Blaire. He already started transforming one of the guest rooms into a nursery. Each time he talked about the baby or did something for the baby, he had the biggest grin on his face. Out of the two of them he was the one that wanted children the most and he wanted a lot of them. So when Blaire gave him he greenlight on baby number two, he put in overtime. No ovulation period went unfucked over the past three months. 

"Tomorrow. I can make soup." She sniffled, sneezed, and let out a tired breath. 

Wrapping his arms around her, Terry lifted her into his arms and carried her towards the bathroom. He sat her on the sink and opened the medicine cabinet. He noticed none of the medicine had been opened. 

"I will make you soup and we will do a video call." He bends his knees so he can look her in the eyes. "Okay?" 

Blaire knew it wasn't safe for everyone to pile in the house while she was sick. She much rather see their faces in person, but conceded. 

"Okay." 

Helping her out of the silk pajamas, he guided her into the tub. He pulled her hair up into a bun so it didn't get wet. He'd seen her wash day routine and knew she was in no condition to do it herself. He'd do it tomorrow because there was no way she was making it to work until the end of the week at least. The studio had already been informed and her assistants would be taking over her classes. 

The water felt soothing on her skin and the added eucalyptus and lavender oils began to clear her mind and ease some pressure she was feeling. She looked up at her husband as he leaned against the sink. His thick arms folded across his chest and she furrowed her brow. 

"What is wrong, Terrence?" 

"Nothing, baby, nothing." He smiled. "You just look so miserable." 

She didn't have the energy to go back and forth with him in light banter. She instead shrugged. 

"Can you come get in the tub with me?" 

"I haven't showered from work." 

"We will shower after." 

Terry rubbed a hand over the back of his head. She was more clingy when she was sick. She leaned into letting him take care of her like he had promised years ago. He knew she loved to teach dance but all he wanted was her home at a reasonable time and her attention on taking care of their children. He'd give his wife whatever she wanted. So Terry nodded and began undressing, watching a smile come to her tired face. Blaire leaned forward as he got in the tub behind her. She instantly made herself comfortable in his arms. He wrapped them around her body and kissed the side of her neck. 

Able to see her small rounding belly, Terry placed on hand on it and rubbed back and forth gently. 

"How's my son doing," he asked, a coy smile on his lips. 

It was faint, but Blaire kissed her teeth. "You made a girl." She corrected. "And she is doing fine." 

They didn't know the gender of the baby and planned to keep it that way until birth. This time Blaire was sure it was a girl, while Terry made sure to tell her he only made boys. Blaire placed her hand on top of his and relaxed as she closed her eyes. 

"Thank you." He said suddenly. 

"What did I do?" She asked. 

"For giving me another child." 

Blaire turned her head and looked up at him. "You wanted a lot of children." 

"But I told you that it's up to you when and how many." He rubs her stomach and rests his hands just under it. "So thank you for this one and Noah." 

They could have stopped at Noah and he would be thankful. He knew Blaire considered his son, Terrence Jr. her son as well, but it was a little different being his wife but having his second child. Her therapist had helped her through that during her pregnancy. It wasn’t a case of infidelity. It was before Blaire made it to Hillman to even reconnect with Terrence. Their sporadic run ins didn’t make them a couple. 

“You are welcome.” 

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𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜......

Set free to collect the souls of the dammed, a false prophet sees a trade. A year later, Terry returns to collect his boon as hellfire looms. apocalyptic au, sexual situations, religious references, virgin!blackoc, character deaths, family betrayal

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Horns began to sprout from his head, curling backwards and at the ends. They were reminiscent of ram horns, only thicker and marred with what looked to be sword cuts. His body stretched upwards as he grew taller. From 6'3 to 8'5, Terry towered over those gathered. Behind him a long tail whipped, the spiked end landing in the aisle, shaking the walls of the cathedral as it struck the ground. His eyes bled red, his teeth sharpened into points and his nails elongated into talons.

In a blink, he was back to 'normal', the gasps and cries of 'Satan!' eventually settled. Heaven had a tight entry list. He might only have the choice to save one, but he had free rein to lead the many astray.

"Our God would send no demon to tempt us!”

Terry snorted. "I know you don't think you are better than his most faithful, Job?"

Silence.

“It’s not your God that grants absolution.”

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