#and his perfectionist ass is understanding with children it's probably in his program
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HI I need ALL OF YOU to be normal about how Sun is acting in Help Wanted 2 and not jump to conclusions can you all do this for me can you please just think please even Cassie said she had a wonderful time at the Daycare he wouldn't do this to kids he's just being a petty bitch (affectionate) because you're a worker i beg you don't be pissy about it i swear
#fnaf#help wanted 2#help wanted 2 spoilers#hw2#daycare attendant#fnaf sun#fnaf dca#hw2 spoilers#HE CAN'T HANDLE YOUR ADULT UNCULTURED ASS I'M SOBBING WHEEZING THROWING UP#random squeak#also consider#hw 2 is before ruin but right after security breach#seeing how chica roxy music man AND sun/moon are already dirty to begin with plus in later levels they become their shattered selfs#and how every location later looks like an utter mess#i can't blame sun for his lack of patience when... well#EVERYTHING IS LITERALLY FALLING APART AROUND HIM AND HE'S STUCK PLAYING AROUND WITH YOU#and his perfectionist ass is understanding with children it's probably in his program#but he doesn't have to put up with an employee#why should he
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A TâChalla Fic: Keishaâs Way (ch. 4)
Itâs been a minute, but Iâm finally updating. I hope I can be more consistent. Iâm prepping for a doctoral program and itâs kicking my ass.
Catch up on previous chapters: Keishaâs Way Series
When Kevin Lane popped up in any situation, time stood still. His presence alone was toxic. He never smiled and his serious demeanor was quite intimidating. Especially to his children and wife who had to deal with him on a day to day basis.
Mr. Lane didnât even take the time to meet TâChalla before asking him to leave. Confused and embarrassed, Keisha opened her apartment door to find Naomi napping on her couch.
âNaomi, get up,â he yelled, shaking the young woman awake. âShe comes down here to visit you and youâre out with some boy?â
Keisha was fuming. Hate was a strong word but it fit the way she felt about her father. For as long as she could remember, he was an evil man. Well-respected by many, but cruel to the people he was supposed to love and protect.
âNaomi, pack your shit and letâs go,â Kevin repeated, grabbing his youngest daughterâs arm and pulling her up from the couch.
âHey, you donât need to touch her like that,â Keisha stepped in between the two, taking a protective stance in front of her sister. âSheâs fine where she is, no need to leave until sheâs ready.â
âIâm the parent, move Keisha,â the father said through clenched teeth. He and Keisha were alike in many ways. They were both stubborn and probably brave in moments when they should back down. âThis is my child. Sheâs coming home, period.â
âNo, sheâs staying here as long as she pleases. You canât pop up in my place with orders,â Keisha replied, not budging. âWhat are you doing here anyway? You didnât call and mama didnât say anything about you stopping by.â
âKeisha itâs okay, Iâll go,â Naomi stated, hanging her head. Seeing how much her father despised her sister hurt. It was one thing she didnât understand. In order to keep slight peace, Naomi agreed to return to California with her father. âLet me go pack my things.â
Naomi disappeared into the bathroom, leaving her father and sister alone. Kevin Lane turned his attention back to Keisha, âIâm the parent. Remember that,â he spat.
Within five minutes, Naomi was packed and walking out the door.
Since her fatherâs surprise visit, Keisha hadnât talked to TâChalla. For one, she was embarrassed about how her father treated him. Plus, she didnât want to open up about their toxic relationship and how home didnât feel like home. She closed herself off and focused on school and her new job at the bookstore near campus.
Days went by before Damita showed up outside Keishaâs apartment, demanding answers about why she was being anti-social. Damita knew Keisha wasnât particularly close with her parents, but she didnât know the extent of their damaged relationships.
âSo you just gone be a ghost now? Where have you been,â Damita questioned, barging into the apartment. âTâChalla said he hasnât talked to you since the other night? He spook you or something?â The woman could talk a mile a minute and questions were flying out of her mouth like a used car salesman.
âIâve been busy,â Keisha sighed, closing the door behind Damita. âTrying to stay on top this work and I started a new job.â One thing about Damita was her ability to see through bullshit and Keisha knew that.
âIs it a coincidence that your daddy was here and now youâre acting funny,â Damita pressed, tilting her head. âBecause when that nigga pops up, you start trippin out.â
It was true. Kevin had that much of an effect on his daughter. Keisha closed herself off from the rest of the world to soak in her sorrows and pain alone. She hated when people felt sorry for her which is why Damita only knew vague details about Keishaâs life at home.
âIâm good, D,â Keisha replied, returning to the kitchen to grab her cup of Ramen from the microwave. âHe was stopping by to get Naomi and tripped out about me going out while she was here. No big deal.â
âIf it was no big deal, why you closing yourself up in this small ass apartment,â the friend pressed. âNobody has heard from you in days but itâs no big deal. Â Iâm not trying to get up in your business but whatâs going on? For real, for real?â
Clearly, Damita wasnât giving up and Keisha was running out of excuses. Feeling defeated, Keisha plopped down on the sofa with her noodles. Her appetite had vanished within a matter of three minutes.
âMy daddy isnât dad of the year and he came here trippinâ like he normally does when it comes to me. Itâs a lot to explain and I honestly donât have the energy to get into it right now. Itâs draining,â Keisha admitted. âThat man hates my guts because Iâm an âembarrassmentâ to the family.â
âIs there anything I need to do? He isnât putting his hands on you is he? Is your sister okay,â Damita questioned, ready to defend her best friend if she was called upon.
Keisha shook her head, âNo. Iâd rather he hit my ass. At least then Iâd know how much he hates my existence. Naomi is in a better position than I ever was, but if she becomes someone other than what they want, sheâs dead to them too.â
The entire situation with her parents had shaped Keisha into who she was currently. What they called tough love was emotional abuse. Abuse that Keisha had soaked up and carried into her adult life.When it came to the men she chose to welcome into her life or what she allowed, it all went back to how she was treated by her father.
The Lanesâ were the black, wealthy family that lived in predominately white neighborhoods. They played golf with the Teds and Johns of the Country Club, while sending their children to top ranked high schools, and joined every prestigious club around the city. Everything appeared perfect, but to the people living within the Lane household. Kevin was unfaithful, Gina was a perfectionist who never accepted anything outside perfection and their two daughters were scarred by their parents.
When Keisha was 15-years-old, she got pregnant by one of the boys outside of their cookie cutter neighborhood. Her parents immediately forced her to get an abortion to avoid the embarrassment of having a teenage mom. Dr. Kevin Lane had too much to lose as far as his reputation. Since then, Keishaâs parents had been distant and often negligent of their eldest daughter.
âGirl, Iâm sorry,â Damita shook her head, sadness etched on her features. âThatâs fucked up.â The two fell silent for a few seconds before Damita added, âYou know Iâm here for you whenever you need me. And I mean that.â
âThanks D, glad I have someone in my corner,â Keisha said, resting her head on Damitaâs shoulder.
Like many times before, Keisha had a weak moment and used the wrong people to cure it. Calling her ex-boyfriend Rashad was never a good idea but she resorted to it anyway.
Rashad wasted no time being the cocky brotha he was from day one. Donning a Pan-African flag t-shirt, jeans and gold-rimmed glasses, he looked like he was about to stomp the yard at any second.
âWassup baby,â he crooned, biting his lip as he entered the apartment. Keishaâs gaze followed his to her breasts before she closed the door behind them.
âHey Shad,â she smiled meekly. He knew what she had called him for and somehow he didnât mind being a booty call.
âIâm shocked you called me, ma. Been acting like you too good for a dude,â Rashad replied, wrapping a strong arm around her waist. âGood to see you though.â
âDude, shut up. Nobody is acting too good for your ass,â Keisha answered, rolling her eyes at the statement. âMaybe I didnât want your behind in my space at the moment.â
âOh, really,â Rashad quizzed, his gold tooth gleaming against his white teeth. âWhat changed your mind?â
âNeeded company.â And dick. âYou want a soda or anything,â Keisha offered, not wanting to seem too obvious with her need for a little TLC.
âYeah, Iâll take one,â he answered, making himself comfortable on the couch. He sat with his legs wide, watching Keisha move around the kitchen. âThat ass is looking real fat, ma.â
âIs that the first thing you see when you come around me?â Knowing the answer to this question, Keisha didnât even give Rashad time to answer. âAnything else you want while Iâm in here? Honey bun, chips?â
âNah, the soda is good.â
A few minutes later, Keisha joined Rashad on the couch where they watched the new episode of Martin. Just a couple of minutes into the episode, Rashad was already resting his hand on her upper thigh. His fingers massaged the soft flesh, sending tiny shocks to Keishaâs center. She glanced over at her ex-lover. He wasnât too bad on the eyes, she supposed. Those thick lips and deep dimples were her weakness. Sensing he was being watched, Rashad licked his lips while keeping his eyes on the TV. His hand moved to the inside of Keishaâs thigh, the heat from her pussy gracing his fingers. He spent a few seconds massaging the skin there before finally moved between her thighs.
The thin fabric of her boy shorts soaked immediately and it was no secret Rashadâs simple touch was the cause. Rashad turned his attention to his hand, then to Keishaâs face as she closed her eyes in anticipation. âSo this is what you called me over for, huh,â he teased, his index finger pushing the thin fabric to the side. Moisture hit his fingers, an indication that he was doing his job simply by just being there.
Dipping his fingers inside her thick folds, Rashad watched Keishaâs expression go from solemn to one of pleasure. Her lips parted as he parted her lower ones, dipping his fingers in and out of the heated flesh. Sounds of her arousal became background noise, Martinâs boisterous laughter echoing against the walls of the living room.
Not wanting to wait any longer, Keisha leaned over, her lips meeting Rashadâs in a desperate lip-lock. They were never the romantic couple, so kisses always felt like they would lead to fucking. And thatâs all they ever were. Fuck buddies with a loose title of boyfriend/girlfriend.
Rashad pulled Keisha onto his lap as she went straight for his belt buckle. âShit, baby,â Rashad grunted, pushing Keishaâs shorts to the side. âYou wet as fuck, girl.â
âMmmmhhhm,â she hummed, freeing Rashadâs length from the baggy denim. Lining it up with her dripping entrance, Keisha slowly sunk down. It had clearly been awhile, causing Keisha to pause a second to adjust to Rashadâs girth. âFuck,â she moaned when Rashad pushed his hips up, forcing Keisha to take all of him.
âYeah, you ainât used to this anymore,â Rashad bragged, roughly gripping Keishaâs hips when she began to grind. âStill ride like a pro.â
She wasnât even bothered by the random slaps to her ass and Rashad trying to make conversation. He was a big talker during sex and it used to annoy Keisha to no end. âAnd you still talk too  much,â she added, rolling her hips in a circle like Rashad liked.
âShiiit,â he cussed, guiding her movements with his hands. When she added a slight bounced to her ride, he grunted again. âI canât help it when Iâm messing with a woman like you.â
âIs that right,â Keisha hummed, her voice quivering. Keishaâs cockiness was quickly put to rest when Rashad reached between her legs and found her clit with his index and middle fingers. That earned him a moan from Keisha who was was trying to keep her thighs from burning. âFuck, Shad,â she moaned, letting her head fall back and expose her neck to Rashadâs lips. He sucked at the sensitive skin, marking what he thought was his territory.
Pulling away, Rashad bit down on his bottom lip as he sat back and let Keisha give him a show. Her eyes were still shut, while her mouth fell open in satisfaction and her chest rose and fell with each harsh breath. âCome on, girl. I know that ass is about to cum,â he teased, rubbing her clit even faster, the friction causing her to double over.
The thumping between her legs seemed to linger when she climbed off Rashadâs lap and slid to her knees. Taking him in her mouth, she finished him off for the night.
No longer needing his company, Keisha hinted at the fact she had work early in the morning. Rashad took the clue and grabbed his keys before heading towards the door.
âPage me,â he questioned, stopping the door from shutting with his foot.
âYeah, Iâll page- TâChalla,â Keishaâs eyes widened when she saw the Prince round the corner to her apartment.
âWhat,â Rashad raised a brow, until his eyes fell on the man who held such a royal name.
Standing there with flowers and a bag of food in his hand, TâChalla gazed back and forth between the two. âOh, looks like Iâm interrupting something,â he stated, his expression one of disappointment and confusion. âUm, Iâll go.â
âTâChalla,â Keisha groaned, watching her friend turn his back and retreat down the hall.
âWho the fuck is that,â Rashad spat.
âShut up, nigga,â she replied, slamming the door in his face. Hurting TâChalla was never her intention. But, once again her selfishness and terrible way of coping, got in the way.
âDammit,â she cussed, slapping the door.
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