#black fanfic

[blackynsupremacy]

writer bitches be scrolling on tumblr knowing damn well they need to finish those drafts.

[henneseyhoe]

Sunshine

Aaron Pierre x BLACK!FEM!Reader

ORDER:Coffee (Smut) Tea (Fluff), Strawberry Cheesecake (Hair Pulling) , Jelly Filled Donut (Creampie) , Vanilla Beignet (Blind To Love) and a Brownie (Sunny vs Grumpy) served by Terry Richmond.

SUMMARY: Shitty jobs are made worth it cause pretty, funny girls exist!(ig idk chile)

The Bakery<3

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“How the hell do you deal with that?”

Was what people would ask Terry when they saw you two together. You were loud, anyone could hear your laugh from miles away and your smile radiated bright happiness that annoyed most, especially in your field of work. You were enthusiastic about nearly everything, seeing the bright side to dark situations that some just couldn’t bear. Maybe that’s why Terry held onto you the way he did. He even gave you the nickname ’Sunshine’ to show.

Everything that was listed, he indeed was not. He was not happy go lucky, he was not enthusiastic about things he had to do and he definitely wasn’t looking on the bright side, for reasons that could probably be justified.

When he was happy, it was mostly because of you. You were best friends (or he was definitely YOUR best friend) and working together in close proximity made it so much easier for Terry to get use to you. It was hard for Terry not to crack a smile when you were constantly in a good mood, bouncing off the walls. You found the spots in him that were soft and poked at them until he gave in, you learned his humor and kept him laughing when he didn’t want to.

He couldn’t lie, he was growing accustomed to being with you, he could even say he loved having you around (he would probably never say that out loud) . He just couldn’t help but feel a little warmth in his chest when you were near, butterflies in his stomach when you made eye contact with him. Little did he know, you felt the same.

Your heart beat down on your rib cage faster than it was on your first mission. You loved a challenge, and Terry was exactly that, testing your abilities to be professional, dangerous, light on your feet, but also keeping your brand of being the happy person you were.

Whenever Terry came into work, even if it was just to train, you were up in his face cracking jokes like you hadn’t just ran two miles. Of course because he was a rank higher than you, he use to send you on about your way the first few times, a little annoyed with your presence and attitude until realizing he couldn’t get rid of you even if he tried. You were everywhere and the crew was slowly growing a liking to you too.

You were like a leech, as he would describe. A cuddly and cute one, but a leech nonetheless.

Coming up on the date of the official homecoming for soldiers, it was time to head back to your respective states and you offered Terry a day to spend with just the two of you, enjoying the scenery of downtown and all it had to offer..as friends, Which he accepted after a huff (which was obviously faked, his ass was happy you asked) . Somehow, Terry found himself not wanting to leave when night had came. Something he had NEVER felt before, and he hated it. He hated that he knew it was because of you too, nothing else. Hell, he didn’t even like the state he was in, he was ready to go when he landed.

Babysitting a beer in your hand, you two sit close around the fireplace of your apartment, or what was yours till tomorrow.

“Feel like we been here forever” He breaks the silence, sipping on his drink while staring at the flicker of the fire in front of you both.

You shrug.

“It kinda has been? Seven months, two weeks, five days, and 21 hours is a long time!” You nod, Terry giving you a look before stifling out the chuckle he tried so hard not to free. You smile, satisfied at how easy it was to make him laugh now.

“So!…You ready to go home to the missus?”

Terry raises a brow, swallowing the bitter drink in his mouth. “Missus?”

You hum, waiting for an answer, but he never confirmed.

“Yeah. I mean, you never said anything about a wife or a kid, but I just assumed-“

“Never said because I don’t have” He interrupts, laughing. He couldn’t even imagine what about him gave husband. He didn’t wear a ring, on the right finger at least, and he thought the flirting he did confirmed him to be single already..Or what he thought was flirting. The making sure you ate and drank every day and teasing about how many push ups you could do didn’t really connect the dots for you. You were looking for a more forward approach considering he was a blunt man.

“What the hell about me made you think I was married with a kid?”

You laugh along with him to save yourself the embarrassment. Truthfully, you asked on purpose to see if he was single or not. To your surprise, no one had snatched him up yet.

“I-…I don’t know. I just see a nigga like you and just expect it” You respond, the palms of your hands already sweating. Your body was once again defying you, you felt like you were in highschool again.

Terry’s laugh shrunk until it was no more and his eyebrows rose at your statement. “A nigga like me?”

“…Yeah. Ya know…” You trail off, shyly looking away. By now regret had already set in your stomach for bringing up shit and snooping in his business. It would have been easier to search his name in the database and read his files, keeping your stalker shit on the low.

“Hm…Elaborate, sunshine. I wanna know what that mean” He presses, his squinted eyes searching for yours, but you refused to give in and see what may have been rejection.

“Look” You huff, shaking your head. “I just mean…You are a very handsome man, and I expected you to be…spoken for? Can you even say spoken for when talking about a man?”

You both laugh, but tension was still thick in the air, you just didn’t know what kind of tension it would turn to. Whether sexual or awkward tension, your nerves were getting worse by the second.

Terry on the other hand seemed cool as a cucumber, his tongue subtly tracing the rim of his beer bottle as he thought to himself before taking his last drink, finishing the beverage off.

“I don’t think so, but still. I appreciate that…so”

“So…”

He tilts his head. You could see it all from your peripheral view. His strong presence demanded attention from you. It was like that while working and it happened to never change outside of it.

“You aren’t spoken for?” He asks, his shoulder softly bumping yours to pull an answer quicker.

You shake your head, simultaneously setting down your bottle.

“Not since a year ago. Maybe if it was possible to pack a niggas dick with you when you leave for work, it wouldn’t be inside your bestfriend, right?”

“…You shittin’ me?” He leans, almost shocked that anyone would dare to cheat on you. Not only because of the person you were on the inside, but also because you could be classified as a high threat even while ass naked. That’s just the type of woman he wouldn’t cross, even at his rank.

“Nope, deadass”

“Damn..” He mumbles. “Whatever nigga out here silly enough to let little miss sunshine walk the earth without being right behind her need his ass beat. Shit, i’ll do it for you actually”

You giggle. “You’re silly”

“Nah, I’m serious”

Who knew that conversation alone would end with you getting ate out by someone you considered a friend, someone who you looked up to just a little, someone who just admitted he’d fuck somebody up for you…maybe giving it up was justifiable.

On the couch with your legs spread to each side, you forced yourself to open your eyes and bask in reality as Terry began the journey of taking you apart and putting you back together again. He placed soft kisses around your lips and on your clit before he licked long strings from your entrance, then sucked, earning a soft gasp from you.

His hands gripped your thick thighs while holding them apart, his strength not allowing you to hide from him at all. He wanted to taste all you had to offer, his tongue doing all the hard work slithering inside of your warm walls as his nose nudged your clit. You tensed up with every nudge, watching as he freely put his face in it. He made it messy enough to admire when he pulled his mouth off of you, your pussy glistening like he just doused you in oil.

“Look at that, mmm” There was a grumble that came deep from within his throat. His green eyes on you made it so hard not to be bothered even with him not doing anything, your poor clit jumping with excitement as he spread your lips open.

“She happy to see me, huh?”

You moan and nod eagerly, bringing your hand to your mouth to suck on a finger. Terry smiles at that, sharp teeth flashing from under his lips. He just wanted to bite you all over.

“Yeah, I know. When the last time you had some?”

“I-I don’t remember” And you truly couldn’t. Nothing worth remembering.

“Yeah? Imma make sure you remember this shit” He ends off with a bite to your thigh, almost as if he was warning you for what’s to come before he dove back into your heat, slurping up your soaked clit. Your belly was doing summersaults, you could barely contain your volume. It seemed Terry didn’t care about his.

When he ate, he made noise. He moaned, grunted, groaned. He was having just as much fun as you.

Your legs had began to shake the longer he was down there, your hands gripping onto the top of his white tank since that was all you had to hold on to after he practically ripped your oversized shirt off of you beforehand, and you feared ruining the couch if you got to pulling on it.

“Yes, yes, yes! I’m so close” You struggled to keep your eyes on him even with his staring back up at you, low lidded and dark. They beckoned you to stay, but pleasure had came rolling through like natural disaster and wiped all thought from your brain, leaving you a shaking, blubbering mess.

His mouth pulled off of you and his hand moved in place of it, rubbing your clit in tight circles.

“Feel it, baby. Let it happen” He coos as you fight against his hand, thighs closing around his wrist which he just smacked away and kept at it until he felt he was done.

“Stop moving, let that shit happen, baby”

You felt like you were literally about to float to heaven, back arching up off of the couch just to get away from the overstimulation.

“Okay! Fuck!”

He moves his hand and allows you to go through the motions, twitching until that special feeling left your center. “Good job, pretty girl” A kiss from him was placed beside your opened mouth as heavy breathing left you.

He gave you time to recover while undressing himself, items of clothing fluttering to the ground until he was in nothing but his shorts.

Your eyes never left his length as it bobbed out of the bottoms. You hadn’t even noticed there was nothing under the shorts till now..So all of that print you were eyeing was all him. He was nothing little, nothing that you had ever seen before and it almost made you ask if that was all of it, hoping he had added something extra, if possible. You wanted to taste him, to lick up the dribbling precum from his tip and test if you could take him in your mouth first, but Terry desperately wanted to be inside you. You protested, pulling him in and stroking his shaft to solicit him into going your way, but he was stern, nearly completely ignoring your advances and lifting you to your feet.

You yelped, legs wobbly from your first orgasm, but you had no need to worry about falling because you were lifted off of your feet as fast as you got on them.

“D-don’t drop me!”

You begged, holding onto him while he bounced you to catch you in the right position to fuck you good, your legs swinging over his arms and his hands cupping your soft ass.

“I gotchu, baby”

He reassured as he kisses your lips. You could smell and taste yourself all on him, slightly sweet and herbal from the beer. All while sucking on his tongue, you felt the tip of him swipe against your entrance, your heart beating so hard in your chest that you were convinced he could hear it, and it was the same for him. He couldn’t wait to feel you, to be connected in other ways than just conversation and friendship. He longed to know what it would be like, and when he got a taste, there was no turning back from then on. Not that he would want to, anyway.

There was no way you were getting away from him. You were strong, but Terry was strong. The man trained relentlessly and always being on his toes payed off at work and apparently in the bedroom too.

Your thighs ached with a burning sensation as he bounced you on his long dick effortlessly, the tip of him kissing your cervix ever so slightly, but he knew good enough not to hit it dead on, fearing hurting you in the process. You appreciate the thoughtfulness, seeing as you were already losing the part of your brain that made thought out decisions.

“So fucking deep!”

You cried out weakly, nails scratching down his broad shoulders, creating red streaks he’d try to hide with a long sleeve the morning after, the feeling of you still dancing on his tongue as he got dressed. He grunts, palms squeezing the fat of your ass as his pace never seemed to falter. He was determined to get you there. To feel you cum around his dick so hard that the neighbors would wonder if you were hurt, that they would think about calling the cops just to check on you.

“Cmon, baby. You a big girl, take this dick like I know you can” He encouraged you sweetly, voice unshaken and stable as if the ribbon of release in the pit of his stomach wasn’t threatening to come undone, spilling his seed deep inside of you.

It wasn’t long until he decided to change the position and lay you on your stomach instead, a soft pillow placed underneath your hips to make sure you could meet his height and your ass stayed up right for him. Before he entered back into your warmth, he took his time to spread your cheeks and licking up whatever your pussy had started to drip, earning whiny, pathetic mewls from you.

He licked from your clit to the winking rim of your asshole, the tip of his tongue circling around it before going back down to your sensitive bud, teasingly suckling on it softly.

You drooled into your sheets. You knew you looked so damn stupid right now, but you couldn’t help it with how he was turning you every way but loose.

“Taste so fucking good”

He says from behind you, fully standing now with a hand in your silk press and the other laid directly in the middle of your back to help that arch. He didn’t even have to guide his dick into you, you were so wet and open for him already that all he did was wind his hips back to line up with you and push forward.

You could swear your breath was being sucked out of your lungs with each inch he dropped into you. It felt so good that you could almost ignore him pulling on your hair, forcing your head back to meet him for a slow, nasty kiss.

“Fuck- My hair, Terry!” You whined against his plump lips, one of your hands reaching for his wrist, but the tugging only made it worse for you. The sharp stinging in your scalp oddly satisfied something within you, your clit twitching at the newfound feeling.

“Fuck it. I’ll pay for it” He grunts, his teeth tugging at the bottom of your lip.

You both kissed with teeth and all as he fucked you, your ass loudly clapping back on his toned body with every thrust. He felt every motion of it, the waves clashing with his hips so mesmerizing that he couldn’t help but wanna stare.

As he pulled away from your lips, he opted to grab a hold of your throat instead, your moans immediately getting caught.

He made sure to grab you by the part where it was safe to hold, safe enough to where you could still breathe a little, but still got the sensation to feel held.

“Why-“ You managed to choke out, yet you couldn’t finish a sentence.

He cracked an almost cocky smile then moaned out a curse, his dick violently throbbing inside of you and reaching beyond what you thought was gonna be his limit.

“Why what? Spit it out, ma” He teased, his low cut nails almost scratching up the side of your throat when his thrusts got more fluid, the man putting way more wine into every collision.

You began to cry out, him muffling them slightly by letting go of you and pushing your head down into the bed. He only fucked you harder when your arch fell with your hips, your legs giving out as your pussy cried right along with you.

This position had you feeling everything. From the tip of him grazing your gspot to the veins that traveled up his dick and massaged your walls, giving you texture that you never felt before.

Him demanding a word out of you was like speaking to a brick wall. You had already came without warning, now you were just wetting up the sheets with incoherent words spilling from your mouth. He imagined you fucked out under him like this plenty of times before but he never knew it’d feel and look this good.

“Shit! Keep doing that and imma cum” He warns, but that’s exactly what you wanted. You wanted to feel him fill you up to the point you were leaking. You began purposely clenching around him, the first squeeze prompting him to lay a smack on your ass, and the second one making his hips stutter against you. He could feel himself becoming lighter, a swirl of heat blooming in the bottom of his stomach.

“Nut in this pussy, baby. Let me feel it, please” You begged hopelessly, doing your best to keep a good hold on his dick until he released with a loud groan, grinding his hips into your ass. You could feel each and every spurt of his cum being released inside you, warmth and fullness is what laid in the bottom of your belly.

“Mmm, fuck” His hips bucked one last time before he was pulling out with a grunt, large hands gripped on your ass and spreading you apart to see what he had done to you.

“So pretty. Push it out” He demanded, and you abided by it, pushing his cum out of you until you no longer felt full.

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💌- I’m criiine, this was supposed to be a headcannon too- LMFAOAOA. and yall wonder why i take so long, lawd. i told yall, i cannot do shit right smh. Anyway! i hope you liked this, homegirl 😭 i also managed to get this out before my first college class so hallelujah! *does ring shout*. also this was the longest smut i wrote in a whiiile lmfao. a whole 3k+ words so yaaay! eb clap for henny and wish her luck on this class 😋

[notapradagurl7]

My Favorite Star.

Black Fem! Reader x Joey Bada$$ as Unique/KadeemPornstar!

Summary: On a regular Friday after work before waiting for one of his latest videos, your neighbor Kadeem brought you a package until you found out that your fine ass neighbor was your favorite porn star, Unique. You decided to spend time with him.

A/N: it’s been a minute since I wrote about Joey, enjoy! don't forget to leave comments, likes and reblogs are welcome to support, drop a request if you like, they're always open!

WC: 4433k.

Warnings: dirty talk, smoking weed, praise, orgasm denial, fingering, use of AAVE, cussing, use of the n-word, rough sex, choking kink, protected sex, consensual for both parties, exhibitionist kink, AU where Unique is in the modern day world, PWP, pet names.

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It was a typical Friday night, the kind where the world outside felt like a distant echo while you nestled into your cozy apartment with a bag of snacks and a comfy pink blanket in your bedroom. The smell of something sweet and lavender wafted in the room.

The flickering light from your TV danced across the four on your brown skin as you scrolled through your favorite adult site, your heart racing with anticipation for the latest video featuring Unique.

Your freshly two-strand twisted locs hung in front of your face, your fingers carefully pulled out the black rubber bands.

The black screen with red trims displayed a white loading icon that was frustrating, while the message read, "New video arriving soon—don’t miss out on UniqueDaDon!”

With a deep sigh, your face contorted in frustration as you rolled your eyes, the weight of impatience settling heavily in you. Your thumb angrily swiped up the screen, dismissing the page with a flick that felt almost like a release.

You shut your phone off and tossed it onto the pillow, the device landing with a soft thud, mirroring your exasperation.

Where was Unique? Your favorite porn star, Friday, Wednesday and Monday nights before 11pm were his usual scheduling time on the adult site. He was never late either, this was new.

A sudden yet alarming knock on your door jolted you back to reality. You glanced at the time—11 PM. Who the hell could it be?

Your heart raced for a different reason now, but as the doorbell chimed, your phone's camera revealed Kadeem's familiar face. You sighed in relief, putting down the gun that had been your recent purchase.

“Y/N, you've got a package! It’s a crockpot, right?” His voice was teasing, laced with that signature charm that made your heart flutter.

Damn it. They accidentally sent your purple crockpot to him. That was the last time you ordered anything online without double-checking the delivery address.

“Uh, yeah! Just, uh, some... new cooking material for my collection!” You called back, trying to play it cool, but the heat creeping up your cheeks gave you away.

You opened the door, your heart racing as you took in his appearance. He wore a black tee, paired with sweatpants. and those dark brown eyes of his sparkled under the orange hallway lights.

Kadeem chuckled, his laughter deep and rich, echoing through the thin walls between your apartments. “Cookin’ material, huh? What’chu cooking tonight?” he teased, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed casually.

“Maybe some beef stew this time, hopefully it turns out good, not too soft, if not, i'll just order take out,” You replied with a nod.

“I always smell something good from your apartment, I know you're good at what you do,” He said, smiling a bit.

He resided directly opposite you in the upscale, five-story apartment complex located in the suburbs, where both of you occupied units on the first floor. This location suited you due to your job at the nearby library, which provided a tranquil environment.

Kadeem resided in apartment 102 while you were in apartment 101; the building was quiet and uneventful, mostly occupied by residents or college students who minded their own business.

You tried to play it cool, but the heat creeping up your cheeks betrayed you. “Uh, thanks for bringing it over,” you said, trying to sound casual.

He leaned against the doorframe, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “You know I got you, Y/N. Just doin’ my neighborly duties,” he replied, stepping a little closer. He leaned casually against the doorframe, the air thick with unspoken tension.

“So, what you into these days? Besides, ya know, cookin’?” His gaze dropped to your box, and you felt your heart skip a beat, knowing he couldn't see the website you had been on.

You smirk, trying to deflect. “Oh, you know, just the usual. Binge-watching, and the occasional art pieces of mine.” You shot back, trying to keep it light-hearted, but the heat of the moment was palpable.

You wanted to be done with this conversation quickly before you missed a notification, pursuing your lips. Especially testing out your new crockpot.

“Well, thanks again Kadeem, I'll be sure to let know you if I need to smoke weed,” You quickly said, eyeing him up and down.

“Anytime, Y/N,” Kadeem replied back, as he walked away from the door and toward his apartment door.

“Bye Kadeem,” You sang playfully with a smile, waving back to him before closing the door.

He sold marijuana to nearby residents while working as a full-time adult film actor to cover his expenses, on a reputable black-owned porn site that strictly filtered out unsavory characters, minimized ads.

He exclusively showcased black women or curvy black women in his content. In their mid-twenties and some older, in their early thirties. From this very neighborhood.

His work wasn't much vanilla, nor too many hardcore videos, if there was a fantasy from the woman then Unique would fulfill it. He was always at the top row of the home page, verified with five stars.

After work, you would smoke weed with him since he was your plug, chatting about your day, and you always made a point to pay him. However, Kadeem consistently reminded you that it was free of charge.

Your heart raced as you clicked on the notification, the familiar thrill coursing through you.

“Oh shit, I can’t be late,” you whispered quickly, grabbing your phone with ease.

You ran inside of your bedroom and grabbed your laptop, putting it on the charger, you flipped the light switch and the darkness filled the room.

You snuggled into the blankets of your bed to get comfy, grabbing your earbuds and plugged it in your phone below, the timer on the adult site went to 10 seconds, as the logo of the website flickered on the black ink screen.

“Five…four…three…” You mumbled under your breath, your eyes glued to the screen.

“Now Unique wants to post on time, huh?” You sang lowly but smirked a bit, biting down on your lip.

The intro music softly faded in and out, and suddenly there he was Unique displaying that signature smirk that made your stomach flip. You felt a rush of heat flood your cheeks. Good thing this video wasn't recent either.

The video began with Kadeem showed off that signature smirking, lying down at the front of his bed with his hands behind his head, a smirk on his face and while the black woman with the same dark brown complexion as him, crawled toward him with the dim light of the room that felt as intimate as your own.

Your mouth went agape once the video faded out, and you quickly came to a sudden realization, the same man who was your plug, lived across from you was your favorite porn star? How the hell did you not see that?

His hands adorned gripped her throat, momentarily constricting her airflow, eliciting a soft harsh gasp from the woman, passing the condom to him, her hands rested on the headboard as he lifted her and settled down onto his dick. She began riding him with a steady pace.

“Faster, you pretty slut,”

His eyes flickered back to the camera with a playfully glint as if he was looking at you through the screen, letting low groan from the warmth of her walls gripping his dick tightly, “Talk to me, baby. Tell me how good you’re feeling,”

Every moan, grunt, thrust spurred you on, the ache in your stomach made you squirm underneath the blankets, and your tiny whimper left your lips.

“Lord, help me,” you whispered, sinking deeper into the pillow as you tried to ignore the ache building inside you.

You knew you shouldn’t be watching this, especially when you had just seen him a few moments ago, but here you were, it felt all too real. Your breath hitched and panted heavily.

And then he did that one thing you liked, talking to the wrong through her climax.

“There you go, let me have it,”

Once the video was over and swiped up to exit, you quickly ran toward the bathroom and accidentally knocked over your small dresser, the thud noise echoed through the walls. You screamed out loudly.

“Shit, all this fucking time, it was him,” You mumbled to yourself, wondering how you did not see it.

You were still bewildered by the fact that it was really him, and you imagined how it would feel to be in her place, to have those hands on you, to feel that body against yours. That friction with him.

Just then, the doorbell rang again, pulling you from your reverie. You cursed out loud, but curiosity got the better of you. You cleaned up mess, and threw the glass in the trash. “Who the fuck could it be now?”

You quickly paused the video and tossed your phone aside, throwing on a hoodie to cover up as you made your way to the door, your heart racing once again.

“Y/N, you good in there? I heard you scream and a loud thud. You alright?” Kadeem’s voice echoed through the door, concern lacing his tone.

“Yeah, just uh...tripped over something! I’m good!” you called back, trying to sound nonchalant, but the slight tremor in your voice betrayed your nerves.

“Alright, just checking on you,” he replied, and you could hear the concern in his voice. “You know I’m just across the hall if you need anything. Like...you know, a good smoke or a good meal.”

You chuckled awkwardly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks again, but it wasn’t just from embarrassment anymore. It was that undeniable attraction you felt toward him, mixed with the knowledge of what he did for a living, that sent your heart racing.

You stood at the door, then opened it revealing Kadeem there. Still dressed in the same attire, while you exhaled a blissful sigh. “Actually, I don't feel like cooking tonight, I could use a good meal,”

“Dinner is on me, I got you. What do you want to eat?” Kadeem asked in a warm tone, his eyes on you, you felt the heat rush in your cheeks again.

“I'll just take some wings and fries, my drink can be a fruit punch, ranch on the side too by the way,” You added, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Done,” he said, pulling out his phone, scrolling through the DoorDash app, typing in the food, the drinks and the sauce.

“While we wait, can I ask you something Kadeem?” you said softly, your tone a bit nervous yet steady. You walked over to the light purple couch with him, you took a seat on the left side.

He looked up from his plate, his eyes flickered back to you, while he gently plopped onto the couch beside you, “Of course you can, what’s on your mind?”

You hesitated briefly, but the moment felt right. “So, um… this might sound a bit weird, but I’ve been watching a lot of your content online. Like, you know, Unique? Your videos? I’m a fan.”

“You’re a fan of my videos?” he asked in a soft tone like he was surprised a bit. His body shifted toward you and his knees brushed against yours.

“Yeah, you’re good at what you do,”

Kadeem smiled at what you said to him, “I appreciate that, but you know, I could tell you were a fan. Your comments always stood out, they were always so funny, and clever,”

Your heart raced as you processed his words, feeling exposed yet thrilled. “So you’ve been watching me watch you?” you teased, your voice playful despite the heat washing over you.

“Can you blame me? You’re kinda hard to miss. Cute as hell, smart, sexy, funny, beautiful, always with that smile,” he replied, leaning back against the couch, as he flashed that charming grin. “And trust me, I’ve got fantasies of my own about you.”

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. “Are you serious?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady, but the way he looked at you made it hard to concentrate.

“Let’s just say, I’ve imagined what it’d be like to have you in many positions,” he said, his voice low and smooth, sending shivers down your spine.

Kadeem had a crush on you, and those feelings surpassed into something deeper, but your imagination did run wild.

“I've had a few of the same.” You could hardly believe the words spilling from his mouth, it made your heart race.

“But honestly, I’d rather just have you all to myself, no cameras,” he admitted, his tone shifting to something more intimate.

You tried to speak but the words caught in your throat. You weren’t sure how to respond.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N. Don’t hold back,” he replied, his voice a tempting whisper.

“No cameras. Just us, I want it to be real, you know?” you confirmed, your voice steady with sudden confidence.

Kadeem’s expression softened, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “I like the sound of that.”

You took a deep breath, the weight of his question hanging in the air. “So you want me to fuck you Y/N?” he asked you with a smile on his face.

You nodded nervously yet spoke up, “Yes, I do. But fuck me like you hate me yet you can't resist me, spank my ass, gently choke me, praise but without the word good girl, and edging, give me some direction, like that rough edge in your videos,”

“I can definitely do that. But I’ll make sure it’s all about your pleasure too. I want to know what makes you feel good but just say no when you want to stop” he mused, nodding at you.

Before you could respond, the doorbell rang again, breaking the moment. You shot him an apologetic smile and jumped up, He rushed to the door.

As Kadeem opened it, the delivery driver stood there with the food, the aroma of garlic parmesan wings and fries wafting in, making your stomach growl. You couldn't wait to eat.

“Perfect timing!” you exclaimed, he grabbed the bags from the driver and tipping him generously before closing the door. He hurried back to the couch, where you were already eyeing the spread eagerly.

He placed the bags on the brown polished coffee table, hissed from the heat touching your skin.

“So you like garlic parmesan?” he asked, opening the containers to reveal the steaming wings and crispy fries, each accompanied by little cups of ranch.

“I like what I like, so how have you been?” you replied, your heart still racing from the earlier conversation as you settled back next to him, the food between you both.

“I’ve been good, this is the kind of night I can get behind—good food, good company,” he replied with a smile, picking up a wing and taking a bite, savoring the flavor.

You laughed softly, feeling the playful energy between you both. “And you enjoy my company?” you suggested, dipping a fry in ranch and offering it to him.

“Absolutely,” he replied, leaning in to take the fry from your fingers, his lips brushing against your fingers. The simple action sent a thrill through you, igniting the chemistry that simmered beneath the surface.

After your food was finished, thrown in the trash and both of you washed your washes your hands, you grabbed his hands and led him to your bedroom, nudging the door open to the room that was neat. The walls were painted a soft lilac, a comforting hue.

Thankfully you did some spring cleaning this morning, so the vibrant floral sheets and candles gave the room a cozy feel. The smell of fresh linen and lavender filled the air.

The bed was in the middle of your bedroom, with the dresser in the corner and a small bookshelf beside it overflowing with novels and trinkets collected over the years. The vibe Kadeem got from it was one of warmth and personality.

“Nice place you got here,” he remarked, taking in the surroundings with appreciation. He stood in the middle of the room with his

“Thank you, I try to keep it comfortable and inviting," you replied with a grateful smile. Was this man trying to steal your secrets on interior decorating, or was he just being polite?

You grabbed a condom from the dresser and passed it to him. “Will it fit you?” you asked him, a teasing glint in your eye, though your voice carried a hint of genuine curiosity as well.

"Trust me, it’ll fit," he said with a wink, taking off his shirt while unwrapping the condom and tossing it onto the bed. "Now, you ready for this?"

Your eyes almost sparkled with lust as you nodded, you felt the lust building up inside. His dark brown skin was beautiful, and his chest was toned, each muscle defined under the soft glow of the candles.

“More than ready,” you breathed, your heart racing in rhythm with the pounding of your pulse. You tugged at the edge of your shirt, pulling it over your head to reveal your breasts.

After taking off your shorts and panties, you wiped your sweaty hands on the towel you had used before tossing it into the hamper. You were so damn nervous but took a few breaths to keep your cool.

You bent over onto the bed and wiggled your ass at Kadeem, he responds by giving it a rough smack, you stifled a moan while he towers over you.

With that, you pushed him gently back onto the bed, the soft mattress cradling you as he hovered over you. His chain dangling in your face and kissed your lips again, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers, his dick was thick and hung near his thigh. That was a monster.

“Damn,” you mumbled to yourself, your jaw hung low. You were damn speechless for the first time but you swallowed quickly.

“Like what’chu see beautiful?” Kadeem asked with a grin, flipping the light switch, the darkness filled the room but he turned on the other light switch to dim.

It wasn’t too dark in the room but just enough light to see both of you, he kneeled onto the bed and hovered over you again.

You almost covered your face until he grabbed them, your cheeks heating again like a blushing bride getting ready for her wedding day, “Don't hide that pretty face from me,” he added.

He stepped closer, his hands framing your face as he leaned in to capture your lips in a heated kiss. You melted into him, the soft pressure of his mouth against yours made you moan.

Your legs spread open for him, his eyes on your pussy then flickered back to you, his fingers gently fingered your pussy, you gasped softly, “Shit, no teasing, Kadeem please…” you whimpered biting your lip, he definitely wanted to do that first.

He chuckled darkly at your quick reply, his mouth wrapped around your nipple and kept pumping his fingers in and out of you at a tortuous, fast pace. He loved every moment of his, the faces you made and the way your moans echoed through the walls, alerting the residents Kadeem fucking you good.

Your essence spread all over the bedsheets, driving you wild in pleasure. “Fuck..m-more,” you babbled softly, moving your hips to his fingers. Kadeem smirked at you while picking up the pace. You were a wet whimpering mess, legs shaking as he watched you break apart underneath him.

“Fuck Kadeem, just like that!” You reached for him desperately, when his fingers curled up inside you with reckless abandon, your back arched and your hands clutched his shoulders.

His hand grasped and kissed your breasts, releasing your wrists while your hands rested on his neck. His mouth sucked your nipple and his fingers kept that pace, “You better not cum till I say so,” he said with his voice raised an octave.

“Ohh…fuck! Fuck! Kadeem!” You moaned again, catching the faint squeaks from your bed as you scoot away, “No runnin’ from me, that’s the rule,” he replied as he grabbed your wrists again. All you could was scream loudly in pleasure from his other finger pinching your clit again.

“I-i need y-your d-dick, Kadeem,” You lamented in between sentences, feeling that familiar knot tightening in your stomach, his lips slotting against yours, your mouth parted for a scream of pleasure. That had his dick harden from you.

His tongue explored your mouth and twirled with yours. swapping spit in the deep kiss and leaving a spit chain as he pulled away from you. you were so tired of the damn teasing, your hands squirming in his clutch.

“Look at you, all lost in it,” Kadeem spoke up, feeling the pleasure from you, the heat raised, his thumb swiveling onto your clit and essence pooling around his finger.

“That feels too good!”

You were betrayed by your pussy, every thrust of his finger made your body scoot across the bed and you shifted and turned, and your skin began to heat up. You essence gushed onto his fingers, he stopped immediately and withdrew his fingers from your pussy. You couldn't help what body knew what to do, he released your wrists and spanked your ass roughly.

“What did I say? You don't listen…” Kadeem barked at you, his nose rubbed against yours.

Your chest rose and fell as you took a moment to compose yourself after nodding at him. You clenched the bedsheets while he enveloped your body, directing his thick dick towards your wet entrance.

His half-lidded eyes watches how your mouth parted for a slut like moan when he shoved himself inside you, pleading the man to fuck you harder. Bullying his dick deep inside to fit every inch, fulfills that craving of friction. “Already so fucking wet-damn..” he muttered.

"Kadeem, you're soo big,” You trailed off after a plethora of moans, he knew that you were speechless and only answered with a wild moan or two. Kneading your other breast while giving long, deep strokes that go dizzy and dumb, He likes this side of you, the way your body responds to him. He was definitely gonna make you his.

"You’re mine,” He whispered in your ear, digging deeper into you again as he watched himself go in and out effortlessly, your wetness coating his dick like a blanket. He wanted to get every drop, he moaned at the sight.

He brought his body closer to yours, your arms wrapped around his neck and his thrusts went sporadic, the gold chain touched your collarbone and you shook from the cold metal, “M-mine, you're all mine,” you trailed off

Nails scratching relentlessly onto his back with every ruthless thrust, Kadeem kept grunting and raspily moaning from that, he was spurred on from the way you bounced under him to your moans, this was better than his video, you were finally filled up to the brim by him. “Keep scratching me up pretty girl, I'll fuck you harder,” he groaned lowly.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin and your breathless moans, echoing off the walls as you saw the colors of the room blurring from your tear-filled eyes. As if the room was spinning, the bed creaked from the movement from when he picked up the pace again, thrusting deeper and harder, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “That’s my girl, you’re doing so good, baby,”

“That’s it, let it build. You can do it,” he encouraged, his voice a low growl that resonated within you.You felt your swollen pussy clench around his dick tighter. “Let me cum, Kadeem,”

“You can cum now,”

With that, you came undone immediately. Your essence left a big mess on his dick and bedding, He followed suit by filling you up and you screamed loudly, the soft glow of the lights casting light onto your bodies. Kadeem collapsed beside you.

“You good?” he asked in concern with his eyes flickering toward you, you nodded weakly. “I'll run you a hot bath,”

“Damn girl, you’re something else,” Kadeem panted lowly, looking at you while kissing your lips.

“I can definitely say that same thing about you, baby,” You chuckled lightly.

He picked you up and carried you into the bathroom, running a hot bath for you while he gently settled you into the foamy bath, sighing in bliss at the touch of the warm water on your skin. He pulled up his sweatpants, then crouched near the tub. He looked like he had something on his mind.

“Can I take you out for a date?”

You smiled at the man and nodded in agreement, bringing your legs close to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. “I’d like that, you remember what’s my favorite place?” you asked him, heat in your cheeks.

“Yeah, that Italian restaurant around the corner. I can pick you up around 8? This weekend?” he asked you with a gentle tone, smiling at you.

“I’d like that,” You replied with a warm smile. Feeling that warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach. This was a great Friday night, now he was all yours.

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[krewekreep]

Baby Daddy Red Flags: Bleach Edition (😜🤍)

This one…this one for the sluts! 😭💕 I’m an old anime bitch like lemme get it out my system! (We gonna tag this #ToxicTalk lmaoo, this is a safe space)

(If you wanna know who we share 😒, I’ll add an asterisk or whatever. ((They still mine first 😂💝🫡)) (will update and repost with new additions, semi-live post)

***ICHIGO: Lemme get my baby daddy out the way. Biggest issues would be his availability before and after the kid. Probably got pregnant in a makeup sex situation anyway. Ichigo doesn’t seem to type to breakup but will say let’s break. Based on how selfless he is it also can be seen coming from him not being able to save his mom—so he may have a savior complex. It may seem valiant at first like “oh wow you became friends with Chad helping him with bullies? You became closer to Orihime (😒) after helping her grieve her brother? You’re such a good person!” Til you realize seniority is in place and when his friends call he drops whatever he is doing to go help. It’s been time, money, etc and increasingly his selflessness comes off as codependent. Like he can’t stop trying to make up for something that wasn’t his fault.

He will also randomly reserve to right to become reclusive. Not necessarily secretive but less energetic, talkative, or engaged. (You def realize your baby got some functional depression going on. Iykyk). Might not annoy you but the random times he doesn’t want to be touched or seemingly avoids you does hurt…but he sincerely comes back letting you know he was in a weird space etc.

Ichigo’s biggest yes or no is if you’ll be able to sometimes come second or third (likely til you marry and/or have kids with him.) His father and sisters are absolutely #1, his friends are #2, and his oath to the Soul Society and humanity at large is a consequence of him protecting the first two so that’s of course #3. See where I’m going? Even on your best days you might be upset he runs off to Rukia’s or Orihime’s aid. That he has to “save the world,”to save you too. Jealous types might really become frustrated with Ichigo. And tbh I don’t see him breaking out of his ways. He won’t see a need to because there’s real results of his good deeds in his life. He knows he’s saved lives, so he knows he can continue to—so will you be able to handle the fact his duty and mindset will be self sacrificing? I don’t know I think I’d tie him down with a baby and move on.

**KENPACHI: I fully accept and am attracted to his animalistic tendencies. I absolutely can admit that about myself 😭 but…realistically you’d def have to tell him he’s too rough during sessions. He’s grown up wayward, defensive, survival mode, stomach touching his back— during a time so seemingly historical and old who knows how bad the conditions of poverty were—most kids died if they simply weren’t rich and able to eat. Or turned to crime at extremely young ages or exploited….That’s just global history in real life. And the soul society is that much more complex and arduous. Kenpachi will be a man of few words but immense action. If you want someone who will open up even eventually that is not Kenpachi Zaraki. You will highly likely never know of his past because he will never say he is excruciatingly doing everything to never have to. And no, he won’t communicate ever if anything terrible is on his mind. Although kenpachi is coded as barbaric he really is just that protective—he’s as angry as he will be based solely upon someone’s proximity to him emotionally. You and Yaru will be so exclusively held in a regard he won’t even understand. Just the black hole of his awareness he’ll surpass anything to save y’all. He won’t speak on why Lady Unohana isn’t around anymore (new anime, manga lore). But again, when he ends up rough too many nights in a row you distance yourself from him. He can’t admit to you he disassociates and goes back to bad times. He can’t tell you your comfort and warmth makes him remember the times he needed it before—he doesn’t mean to hurt you but he lives for a fight. But he wants to stop making everything and everyone something to “conquer.” He’ll be a real deal handful and it will solely up to you to either tell him you can’t be with him until he figure shit out or you’ll stick beside him and work through it together. (In this case Yaru is the “kid” yall share, I see him being weary of birthing a child and being a dad in such a “visceral” way. Will have total abandonment trauma and just can’t see him getting over it completely to bring new life into a world he already sees the worst in tbh.) but in terms of “baby momma” treatment? Or your prioritized and protected best believe. 💕 he also will force you to learn combat cause you should be able to take care yourself too. Which might either be hot or burdensome. You’re gonna know how to fight. And tbh he might try to bring it into the bedroom on some weird let’s play fight shit so watch yourself. That’s a BIG MAN! 😭😂💕 “HA! Now that you know how do a few things why don’t you test it on me?” Big cheeky sneaky ass grin girl don’t fall for it!

BYAKUYA: This is the guy who will match your freak everywhere but in public. No PDA—actually don’t even look at him or try to talk to him in public…be professional. He will be joking with others and you’ll get upset saying “Hey! You let the other members of the society tease you?” And in private he’ll admit it’s just to keep up appearances and he hates it all. 😭 I think his biggest issue will be coming off fake or disingenuous or you’ll have a hard time sincerely seeing him cause he’ll be so different depending on where y’all are. People wouldn’t know he’s like a mom boyfriend who makes sure you eat, sleep, and keep up with yourself. Yes, he will absolutely unintentionally say something insulting like “This doesn’t suit you. Find something else.” And yes he will be very clearly on guard when in public. People will openly wonder why you’re with him tbh. Which will frustrate the both of you of which neither of you ever bring up to the other. Byakuya has lost a love before—he won’t talk about it ever. You MIGHT get something out of Rukia about it cause it was her sister but I doubt she’ll go super intimate about THEIR relationship cause she respects both his and her sister’s privacy. So you might be stuck on an eavesdropping side quest with Renji that amounts to nothing cause he’ll sense yall. He’ll be amused and somewhat touched you wanted to watch him work though. He’s usually the one keeping check or track of things so he’ll never say he likes that you peep on him and mind his business. You care about him and he knows he’s a bit unfair not allowing any PDA. But he so openly loved on Rukia’s sister he couldn’t help the shameful self imposed embarrassment once he had to walk the halls alone…Byakuya will be a very intentional, quiet lover. I doubt he’ll moan very much tbh unless he’s exhausted and allowing you to take care of him. Sometimes he’ll absolutely disappear all day into work. Other times he’ll be sure to direct his underlings to wait on you in his stead. He’s more manageable if you can accept his sometimes snarky, distant, super private ways. As a father he’ll be annoyingly big on exceptionalism and them being smart and talented. You’ll have to be sure he isn’t burdening your kid when you aren’t around. And you’ll have to be sure he doesn’t inadvertently impart his insensitive habits too. Likewise, you’ll ABSOLUTELY have to “deal or no deal” him about giving affection to your kid in public. You will absolutely have to go off and tell him it’s y’all or his image. And yeah now he’s holding both yall hands albeit defeated. 💕😭

AIZEN: Shit…girl (im black my “girl…” is gender neutral don’t be annoying 💕) you already know what it is. Yandare, selfish, self righteous, MEAN, EVIL…but fine and rich as fuck. 😔🫤 it will be a doozy to be with this one. You literally have to know and accept what you getting into bestie. I can’t even warn you, you know! 😭 but seriously if your an aizen bias you accept him as is 😭 psycho ass. So I wanna just write how’d he be as a baby daddy. Now not to get…too mature…but if you happened to be someone captured/kidnapped by him and pregnant…baby you is a victim! BUT ITS FANFIC SOOO if you were the captured baby momma that’s in his realm with him…well girl you in the realm lord you stuck. “Can I go to the human world?” “For what?” “Uh, sun?” “Humph what do you need sun for…” He’ll look down at your crying child and be like “Ugh okay whatever but Grimmjow is your chaperone.” And you won’t care cause Grimmjow lets you run off and live life. Which Aizen knows but the minute you aren’t overtly scared and submissive to him he’ll lose his weird sense of “power.” You’re man crazy bestie. He’s definitely someone you won’t talk back to until you’re a parent and equally going to advocate for your kid. He’ll realize and laugh to himself “Their not really submissive at all…little minx…” and hold you in completely new regard. “So you took me as is because you wanted to?” He’ll start thinking shit that confuses him and decide to randomly kill a grunt to distract himself like no he’s not gonna reflect into a better person. 😂 you’ll have everything you want cause you can’t go nowhere 😭. Mind you yes the sex is mind blowing so you sadly do take what positives are there…his eyes don’t fall sexually to anyone but you. His body doesn’t respond certain ways to anyone but you. And as you stand next to him more and more he’s leaning into you and your baby’s energy rather than tryna to overtake yall with his. Just don’t speak about the change and it’ll be fine. The minute you tease or openly acknowledge his becoming softer and less controlling you’ll ruin all the progress you made. Let him feel like he’s in control or whatever.

New Additions (1):

Hitsugaya: (adult of course) Hitsu will be a blend of Byakuya and Ichigo. The best aspects of him will be how attentive and actionable he is about his love for you. But — he will shy away from PDA and sometimes have moments of separated solitude. Unlike Byakuya, he will absolutely open up to PDA, just will never be the initiator of it. Maybe grab your hand at the end of the day to hurry back home or stare at you as long as he can while he observes your dutiful working. He’ll be shy always which keeps your love feeling young and refreshed. You’ll always be able to make him blush and unlike Ichigo, he’ll warm up to you imposing yourself on his alone time. He’ll be big on love making and planning when to have a child so it will be less spontaneous. He’ll have the baby registry and wishlists prepared, printed, and passed out to members of the Soul Society. He’ll enjoy trips to the human world to acquire new toys and trinkets for your baby.

As a baby daddy he’s almost too protective. You wonder what he’s been through as he’ll have a firm grip of your hips as you cradle your child. He’ll have a habit of looking at your baby and then between the both of you stunned at how he can see the perfect blend of your features on your child’s face. He’ll be very close to a simp honestly (which I’m a fan of) and be at your beck & call no matter the hour. Definitely the dad to tell you don’t worry about tending to the little one, keep resting cause he knows how tired you get. He’s honestly the perfect idea of a new father as he’ll be bumbling a bit but with so much to prove. I realize I kinda didn’t write red flags cause I truly see Hitsu adjusting to parenthood and a long term relationship the best. Only thing I can think is that he’ll be overtly willing to sacrifice himself for your family’s safety. So any massive issue in the Soul Society will make your heart sink a little because while he’s capable he’s been in enough life threatening predicaments to cause ample, appropriate worry. He’ll be hard to break out of working I think until your child starts schooling which could be frustrating cause he’ll overcompensate parenting in lieu of his work commitments. Overall, I think he’d be the baby daddy with the least to really worry about.

Renji: Oh lord— all tea, all shade this man will STRUGGLE. « What do you mean the baby is hungry AGAIN ? You just breastfed! WAIT DO NOT PULL YOUR TIT OUT IN PUBLIC WOMAN ! » He’ll have a hard time adjusting to your freedom as a breastfeeding mom for sure (if you choose to). Work ? What’s work? One thing you can count on is that he will absolutely commit to being a family man and even a stay at home dad. He’ll take all his PTO or even « quit » (basically will say don’t call me to help unless the Soul Society is about to die.) He will wait on you hand & foot because he can’t imagine how much your body and mind has gone through and the strength it takes to be so tired but smile and laugh with him and your kiddo. But, he may end up a bit controlling about you leaving the house without him. He’ll either become a sad puppy or an angry old man. « Baby…what do you mean you want me to stay home ? 😓🥺 » or «  Woman, what did I tell you about going out without me ? What if a crazy person tried to rob you ? » You laugh at him always being some level of dramatic but it may get annoying how clingy and worried he’ll become. You’ll have to remind him you lived this long for a reason…and plan to live longer, so he can chill out sometimes cause his worried nature worries you…you might benefit from guilt tripping him into apologizing and giving you a breather on leaving the house. But just know someone is watching over you. Renji would be a great cook or a terrible cook who improves over time. He might be great at catching the baby right when they poop or…end up shat on rushing to a sink. I really see him either being weirdly good at being a dad or definitely suffering from the learning curve.

Your baby will definitely be conceived in a wild love making, (maybe rough, passionate sex) session. And you’ll catch him blushing when he holds your baby and looks at you remembering the night you had. You’ll be the type to walk in on them sleeping crazily on the sofa, his arm instinctively holding your baby firm. He’ll be grateful to not have to jump up to go to work honestly. His biggest red flags will be being overbearing, needy, and likely requiring a lot of overt reassurance. (Which isn’t necessarily a red flag given he just will want to be a really good dad and partner.) Otherwise he’ll become a stubborn dad who will try (and fail) to « put his foot down. » Which will likely result in him sleeping on the sofa…💕

[bed-chemist]

duke oneshot pls 🙏 (not smut)

Agora Hills - duke dennis x reader

─⋆♡ an: based on this ask. for future reference if you have a request, specify smut or no smut like this person did or imma do whatever tf i want. y'all can't cap, i've been on a fucking roll this weekend. hopefully y'all like it. ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

─⋆♡ summary: you and duke are in an established relationship. he decides to surprise you and ball the fuck out.

─⋆♡ warnings: dual pov (the pov changes with the pink headers, the divider gifs just mean a bit of time has passed), language, all fluff no smut, softdom!duke (he doesn't like when the reader talks back), 18+ black!writer, alcohol, physical descriptors (brief)

⋆word count: 4.5k ⋆ masterlist ⋆

y/n

I jolt out of sleep, and the feeling of the cool air of the hotel room kicks on. Duke’s hand rubbing my leg makes me relax a little, and my eyes move to him, seeing that he's still right where he was when I fell asleep.

“Hey, baby. Time to wake up,” he says quietly, kissing me on the cheek, and then he returns his attention to his phone.

I yawn, looking up at him, recalling that he’s probably been working all night. He doesn’t look like he slept much, making me feel worse. “How long have you been awake?” He needs to prioritize his sleep.

Duke shifts, pulling me further up so he can rub my ass. “It’s 7:30 a.m., so 30 minutes. I already got up and showered,” he explains and I look up at his freshly moisturized skin.

I inhale his cologne and hum. He smells so fucking good. I grumble, annoyed at how early it is. He takes notice and spanks me lightly, and I gasp at his forwardness. “Duke, you did not just slap my ass,” I scold.

His laugh reverberates through his chest. “Yes, the fuck I did. Let me worry about you, not the other way around,” he matter-of-factly states.

I roll my eyes and sigh. “But I'm supposed to worry about you, too. It’s supposed to be equal.” I’m making valid points here.

Duke slips out from under me, standing up. He puts his hands up in defense, and he turns to walk into the bathroom and turns the shower on. I crawl to the end of the bed, stand up, and follow him into the bathroom where he’s leaning on the wall with his arm on top of the small door. Straightening, he extends his hand and pulls me into the bathroom. 

“Take your time, babe. Call me if you need me,” he instructs and leans down to kiss me before brushing past me and exiting the bathroom. 

My eyes watch him as he goes, drinking him in. I know he already showered, but some part of me wants him to just stand in the shower with me and hold me.

“Are you sure I look okay?” I ask Duke for the hundredth time in the last hour, holding his hand to stabilize myself as I descend the steps of the hotel.

He puts his hand on the small of my back when I’m grounded, and gently pushes me forward towards a truck near the entrance. “Yes, baby. You always look beautiful,” he responds, opening the passenger door, and extending his hand again so I can use it to climb in.

I slide into the seat and turn my head towards him, raising my eyebrows. “So that’s a no, then?” He rolls his eyes, reaching in to put the seatbelt on me. “I got it,” I snap, putting my hand on his arm. I fucking hate when he does the child thing.

Duke doesn’t say anything, just turns around to the two men who I hadn't noticed, letting me finish buckling myself. One is holding a big pastry box, and the other is holding two drinks. Duke takes the items from them, putting the box in my lap first, and then the iced drink into my hand. “I didn’t know we had security today,” I grumble. They slide into the back seat silently and I shift a bit.

Not that I mind it, I just know that the surprise will be public. “Where we’re going, we’ll need it,” he tells me before shutting the door.

As he jogs around to his side of the truck, I take a sip of the brown liquid, throwing my head back to moan as the drink washes down my throat. Bringing the cup up to my face, I look at the label that’s on the side. An iced vanilla latte with almond milk. One thing I love about Duke is that he always gets my coffee order correct. I smile and continue to sip.

Duke slides into the driver's seat, putting his drink in the cup holder. “You haven’t had your coffee, so I won’t spank you for that little attitude just a second ago.” He smirks at me and starts the truck.

Fuck. I am so fucked. I want nothing more than to straddle him right now and say fuck the surprise. But, there are two security guards in the back seat effectively stopping me from having any extra fun.

I look down at the box, noticing a giant donut with pink icing and lots of sprinkles. 

“That’s your hint, baby. You’ll probably get it before I even drive off.” He smirks again, shifting the truck into drive.

I gasp in realization: warm weather, huge pink donut you can only get at one place, lots of walking…

“You are not taking me to Universal Studios for the surprise.” I whip my head over to him, eyes going wide and excitement bubbling beneath the surface. I feel like my ability to function has left this vehicle.

Duke turns at me and grins, leaning over to plant a kiss on my cheek. “You’re damn right I am, baby. Now, eat your donut.” He puts his free hand around the back of my neck, and I feel my body melting into him. 

The biggest grin takes over my face as he starts driving. This is going to be the best surprise ever.

duke

My girlfriend is practically hyperventilating as I pull the car into the parking lot at Universal Studios. I turn to look at her, and she’s squirming and squealing in her seat. 

“Do we need to go through the five senses again, baby? Or are you good?” I inquire, fearing that I’ve completely jump-started her heart. Whenever she gets like this, we use the grounding technique so she can calm herself down.

She whips her head in my direction with the cutest smile on her face. “I’m good, baby. I’m just really excited.” She leans over the console to kiss me, and I know I’m going to be spoiling her for the rest of our lives.

She reaches down to undo her belt and I pull the handle, stepping out of the car. As soon as I open her door, I notice she’s looking over my shoulder. She’s seemingly weary of the two big men coming with us, so I lean in to speak into her ear. “They won't bother us, baby. They’re just here to make sure niggas don’t talk to you,” I reassure her before helping her slide out of the truck. 

She places her hand and mine and we begin walking towards the entrance. “It would be you they’re talking to and we both know it,” she says.

“I don’t know about that. They practically foam at the mouth every time you’re on a stream,” I tell her, lightly swinging our hands between us.

She scoffs, flipping her long her over her shoulder. “I think you’re forgetting about filming the vlogs. Women love being in that shit,” she complains.

I smirk and lead her over to the entrance–it took everything I had not to rent the park out for her today. “We’re not filming today. I’m focusin’ on you. And I love yo ass,” I try to reassure her jealous side.

She reaches her hand up and smushes my face together. “I love you too, Dukey,” she smiles before placing a quick kiss on my lips.

Once we get through security, I lace my fingers with hers again. “What do you wanna do first?” I place a kiss on her hand, feeling her shake with excitement.

She starts bouncing up and down, her breathing picking up once again. “Can we pretty please do Harry Potter stuff first?? Everything else if we have time. I really wanna come back for the light show! Oooo! Der, can we please go get Butterbeer and Lemon Sherbets?? And then we can ride the Incredible Hulk roller coaster! PLEASE, Please, please, please-” She's speaking so fast that I end up kissing her to shut her up. I can't get in a word any other way. 

She moans in my mouth, and I grip her ass, pressing her front to me. She’s so fucking hot when she’s passionate.

My hands fly up onto her shoulder to stop her incessant bouncing. “Yeah. One thing at a time, though.” I exhale. Her brain moves a million miles per second, and it’s impressive she’s been able to keep all those thoughts in her head since we got into the car and she found out where we were going.

Our private guide ushers us to the cart which drives us straight through the New York and San Francisco attractions. When she spots the Knight Bus, she begins bouncing again in her seat. “Duke, Duke! Let’s talk to it!” She has a twinkle in her eye as she cheers at me. 

The cart stops and the security guards get off before us. I extend her hand for her to slide out and stand behind me. Although I have a hat and sunglasses on, if anyone notices us, I don’t want her to be bombarded.

She tugs on my arm and I look back at her bug-eyed face, chuckling at her excitement. “Alright, baby. You want me to record you?” Leaning down, I kiss her on the cheek.

The pupils in her hazel eyes dilate. “Yeah,” she chirps and I pull my phone out of my back pocket, getting it ready. 

I film her, amused by her excitement. Then, my girlfriend does something that shocks the absolute shit out of me. “Excuse me, can you point me in the direction of Diagon Alley?” she asks the park employees in a British accent. 

Holy shit, who knew British accents were this hot? I have got to remember that for later.

The shrunken head turns in her direction, and I zone out. “Right through that broken brick, little witch.” 

It’s been stream after stream. 24/7 content. I’m fucking tired and I just needed a fun day with her. I black out as she finishes the rest of her conversation with the conductor and shrunken head. 

My baby girl waves a hand in front of my face and brings me back. “Dukey, baby…” she calls, and I snap my eyes in her direction.

I breathe in to center myself before smirking down at her. “I’m here.” My hand moves to her neck. “Just thinking about how a ring would look on your finger the next time you wave your fucking hand in front of my face.”

She blushes, and looks down at the ground, kicking her feet. “Duke, you know I don’t believe in marriage…” She lets her words trail off as we continue to walk toward the brick wall.

No, I most certainly did not know that. I reach down to yank on her hand, stopping her dead in her tracks before she can take out her phone and start recording for social media. 

“What do you mean you don’t believe in marriage?” I press, raising my eyebrow. Fuck, we haven’t had this conversation yet. I just assumed.

She tugs my arm, urging me to keep walking, but my feet stay firmly planted. “I mean, I believe in a life partner. It’s just that I see marriage as more of a business contract,” she explains, refusing to make eye contact with me. “Like, if anything happened to me or you, we’d have a say in each other’s affairs.” Shrugging, she turns to walk towards the broken brick wall without me.

I jog to catch up with her, putting my hand on the small of her back. Okay, so she would marry me. “So when I ask you to marry me, you’ll say yes?” I grumble, unsure of what her response will be. She’s the one I want. I want her to be my life partner, my wife, or whatever she deems appropriate.

She giggles, spinning around to kiss me as we enter Diagon Alley. “Duke, I’d marry you if you ask me.” Her breathing picks up again as she turns around and takes in the attractions. “Duke… DUKEY! DUKEY!” she shrieks, slapping her hands on my arm. “It looks so real!!” She begins bouncing up and down again, grabbing my face to turn it in the direction she wants me to look in, smashing it until my lips are puckered. If I asked her to stop, I don’t think she would. 

I'm too lost in my thoughts anyway. I’m going to marry her and give her at least 5 children. I wanna show her off to the world as long as I live. 

She tugs on my arm, pulling me out of my trance and further into Diagon Alley. Suddenly, we’re stopped in our tracks by a younger group of boys. “Excuse me, are you Duke?” one of them asks.

I look at Y/N for permission and she smiles and nods. “What’s going on my boy,” I link my hands with each of theirs and shake up.

A woman steps forward behind them with her phone out, already recording. “They’re so nervous to meet you,” she says behind them and I assume she’s their mom.

I become uncomfortable finding out she’s already recording before asking. Lady you’re fucking grown, you should know better. Before I can fume at the bitch, my girlfriend puts her hand on the small of my back. “Oh, he’s nice. You wanna take a picture with him?” she asks the group.

They collectively sound off yes’s and she stands on her tip toes to talk to me. “Here let me get out the way,” she says, knowing the fans probably don’t want her in it.

But I don’t give a fuck. She’s with me and the world should know that. I want to show her off every moment I get. “No, I want you in it,” I tell her, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her into my side.

“Baby it’s okay. Trust me,” she murmurs, pushing off of me and standing next to the mother.

She snaps a couple of pictures of me and the guys in different poses before lowering her phone and showing off her odd smile. If it weren’t for the kids and my girlfriend, I would’ve put her in her place. “Thank you,” I hear one of the kids say.

I shake up with him one last time, ruffling his curly head. “You’re welcome, big dog. Nice to meet y’all,” I say. 

“Bye, Duke!” another screams and it warms my heart. This is why the fuck I do this shit.

My eyes wander up and catch with my girlfriends. She beckons me towards her and I trail behind her as she enters Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, and her eyes widen when she spots a purple pygmy puff. “Dukey, Dukey! I need it!” she squeals, jumping up and down. The security guard tries his hardest to keep up with her as she sprints across the room, picking it up and squeezing it in her arms.

I sigh and pull out my black Amex card, before grabbing her hand and slapping it down. “Get whatever you want, baby,” I mutter, closing her fingers around it.

Her jaw drops and she looks down at her hand, then back up to me. “You’re fucking with me,” she retorts, shoving her hand back in my direction with it open.

I close her hand again, and shove it back towards her, “I’m being for real. Whatever you want from here on out is on me.” 

She blushes at my words and I smirk, taking a step forward to kiss her soft lips. “I wanna spoil you, baby. I want you to be happy and enjoy yourself.” Hopefully, she just takes the damn card and stops arguing.

I spin her around and push her toward the cash register. She sets down the plushie and waits patiently for the cashier to finish ringing the item up. When the employee tells her where to put the card, she freezes as if the card will bite her. Cute. She feels bad for “taking” my money. She could ask me to buy her a private plot of land for her garden, and I’d have it done in seconds. 

I come up behind her, towering over her small frame, and help her push the card into the chip reader. When the pin prompt comes up, I don’t cover the code. What’s mine is hers–now and forever. The machine beeps, but she doesn’t move to grab the card. So I release her hand, leaning over until my lips touch her ear. “Pull it out, baby,” I whisper into her ear, and she shudders. 

Reaching to pull the card out, she silently smiles and thanks the cashier, before turning around and pushing both hands on my chest to pass me. I follow her out of the small gift shop into the street where she abruptly stops, whipping around and slamming the card onto my chest. I go to grab it when I notice her clenched jaw. 

“I know better than to talk back to you, Duke. But so help me god, if you do that again, I’ll piss in the store and make you clean it up,” she seethes, her face turning red.

Fuck, she’s hot when she’s pissed off. 

I throw my head back in laughter, sliding the card back into my wallet. Sage stomps her foot on the ground, grabbing my hand. “It’s not fucking funny, Dontavius,” she grumbles but pulls me into Quality Quidditch Supplies.

My eyes take a bit to adjust to the dark store. By the time they do, my girl is releasing my hand and going to grab a Slytherin backpack, whizzing around the store to grab more collectibles. I lean against the talking mirror for around 10 minutes before she comes up to me, sliding a heavy bag on my arm. Looking down, I see she’s grabbed a Slytherin tote bag and filled it with merchandise. 

“You said I could buy whatever I want,” she shrugs, turning around to try on a Slytherin robe. She’s correct, and she’s got me by the balls.

She struggles to shrug on the robe, so I cross the small distance to help her, pulling it on around her. I step aside and she looks in the mirror. “You look like a bright young witch.” The automated voice compliments her, and she jumps, startled.

A chuckle erupts from my chest as I bring my hand to her back, rubbing it to soothe her. “Not a fucking Gryffindor,” I tease, smiling at her, and bring her into my side. 

y/n

Three Wizard's Brews and some wand shopping later, I’m moaning while eating butterbeer ice cream. We’re waiting in line at King’s Cross Station with our Hogwarts robes on. I was proudly wearing my Slytherin ones. Meanwhile, I had to force Duke to buy a Gryffindor one and wear it just for me.

I scoop some of the ice cream up, holding the spoon to Duke’s lips. “Want some?” I ask with a childish grin on my face.

He leans down to take the spoon in his mouth, refusing to break the intense eye contact with me. I pull the spoon out of his mouth, and he swallows the ice cream. “It tastes sweet, just like you,” he murmurs in my ear, caressing my cheek with his hand. 

Hoping it stuffs the urge to whine down my throat, I shove the last spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. “Dontavius,” I finally let slip, shifting to lean on my left leg.

He forcefully grabs the back of my neck, and I look around at the other people standing in line, nervous that they’re going to see him dominating the shit out of me right now. Our bodyguards don’t seem to notice which is the least I can be grateful for.

“What did I say about whining, Y/N?” His voice is so deep that I swear I can feel the vibrations in my spine.

Standing on my tiptoes in an attempt to save myself some embarrassment, I whisper into his ear, “You said if I whine, you’ll bend me over and give me something to whine about.” I know Duke won’t let up on my neck until I say the words.

He quietly groans, and releases his hold on me, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “I’m proud of you. You’re learning. Don’t do that shit,” He speaks so sternly that I know it’s not a threat–it’s a promise.

Shit, Shit, Shit. I’m so intoxicated by him right now.  

His hand comes up to rest on the small of my back, ushering me forward in the line. I look down at the ice cream cup noticing it's crushed. Duke notices too, and takes the cup from my hands, tossing it perfectly into the trash can a couple feet away. He brings my finger up to his lips and slowly wraps his tongue around it, making me quietly moan. I never considered someone could have me weak in the knees, fully clothed at that. But here we are.

We make it to the front of the line and I lace my hand in Duke’s again, pulling him into the train. I go to Cabin F, where a group of teenagers sit inside, and walk in to see there’s only room for one of us to sit. Turning around, I hear the girls giggling behind me when Duke bends down to get through the door. 

I put my hands on his chest, lightly pushing him. “Turn around, there’s no more room.” 

Duke turns to slide the door to the cabin shut, shutting the guards out right behind the door. He sits down in the space before looking up at me with dark eyes. He sets the bag on the ground between his legs and pats his lap. “Looks like enough room to me, Y/N,” he declares, shrugging like it’s no big deal. He used my government name, which means ‘sit the fuck down.’ 

I turn to bunch up the robe in the back and grab my wand out of my pocket. As soon as I have it in my hands, Duke grabs my waist, pulling me forcefully down into his lap. He peppers kisses on my neck and it's definitely not helping with the intensity of haze in my brain.

duke

Y/N’s screams on the drop of the roller coaster put me on edge. 

“Again, Dukey!” I turn to her and see that she's currently having the best adrenaline rush of her life. 

She’s now five wizard brews in, and this is the third time we’ve been on The Incredible Hulk Coaster. She kicks and swings her legs, grinning at me, waiting for the ride to come to a stop. I look at my watch, seeing it’s well past 8:30. Earlier, she said that she wanted to watch the light show on Hogwarts Castle in Hogsmeade, so that means we should start heading over there now. 

“Baby, you don’t wanna go back to Hogsmeade and watch the light show?” I all but beg, hoping this will get her, and me, off of this bitch ass rollercoaster. 

My girlfriend continues squirming in her seat until the ride stops. “Ooo, Ooo. Yeah, let’s go back,” she exclaims as the attendant lets us out. 

I get out first, turn to her, and lift her out of the safety seat. I set her down on the platform and grab her hand. The security guards keep some distance between us as we walk in silence for a little while, swinging our arms in between us. She spent the day experiencing everything this park had to offer. She’s had an endless amount of food, which I’m proud of her for. I’ve never seen her eat this much, and that eases my anxiety to know that she has a strong appetite.

She suddenly starts dragging her feet, walking slower than before. “I don’t wanna leave. And I’m tired, Dukey.” Her voice is so quiet that I barely hear her.

I stop walking, turning to stand in front of her. “You want a piggyback ride?” 

She yawns, nodding. 

Turning around to squat, she climbs onto my back. Once she’s secured, I continue the walk across the park to Hogsmeade. Her body goes somewhat limp, her head resting on my shoulder, and I know she's about to knock out. So, I walk into one of the shops and begin grabbing the souvenirs I know she wants. 

When I get up to the counter, I shift and pull my wallet out of my front pocket. “Is she sleeping?” I ask the guard at the register, just to be sure. Y/N is so quiet and her breathing is so steady, so I assume she is, but I don’t turn back to look.

The cashier accepts the cash I give him, typing the amount into the register. “Yeah, she’s knocked out,” He chuckles, looking back and forth between her and me.

The cashier hands the guard a plastic bag with the receipt in it. “Sometimes she acts like the fucking energizer bunny in human form. But the energy eventually runs out,” I remark, tucking my wallet back into the front of my jeans. 

“I feel you,” he snickers in response before we turn around to walk back out onto the cobblestone. 

When I get in front of the castle with a good view, I tap my girl’s thigh. She stirs before burying her head further into my neck, groaning. 

“Wake up, baby. It’s time to watch the light show,” I say melodically, trying to coax her out of her sleep.

She jerks on my back, tugging on my robe, signaling that she wants to be let down. “Thank you, Dukey,” she murmurs while sliding down my back. 

Y/N comes around to stand in front of me, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me. Then, she turns back around and leans back with her head on my chest, turning her attention to the show. Her eyes are wide as she watches the lights dance on the castle, amazed. She's watching the lights, but my eyes are completely on her, drinking in her beauty. 

When it's over, she turns back around and stands on her tiptoes to lace her hands behind my neck. "Dontavius Tony Dennis. Thank you for the perfect day." She kisses me sweet and deep, and I can taste the butterbeer on her tongue.

Anything for you, Y/N. Anything.

[haechvn]

So That's It Then, Huh?

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!Reader

Warning: Angst. Yearning!Terry. Just sad really.

Summary: He’s been fighting for your love and you have trying your hardest to break his heart. Your plan is working.

Word Count: 2.0k+

Author’s Note: Got inspiration from this post. Ugh i just love angst so much. Y'all better hate y/n by the time you done reading this. Lowkey features Erik and Fontaine. IFYKYK.

Taglist: @planetblaque @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @prettyinpikk @theinsidefeelingofateen

‘Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.’ This was the self-taught mantra he began to loop in his mind.

Wrinkles danced between his eyebrows in anguish as his wide-set nose flared furiously. It was almost as if he was vibrating, shaking at such an alarming speed with his anger radiating off of him like a soft tidal wave. Agitation ripped through his body, his innately rancorous emotions thrashed around inside him yet there was still a chilling calmness to his rage. Your alluring voice no longer sweetened his spirit but simply urged him to pull his heart from his body. That's what your words were already doing to him anyways so what would be the problem if he actually tried?

He hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of you. His irises are a darker, moodier shade of grey as opposed to the usual vibrant green. His chest is tight and hot as he begins to wonder if something outside of him is slowly gnawing away at his life source — feeling less and less in control of his breathing as his mind swirls in confusion. He’s so overwhelmed with emotions he doesn’t even notice the tears that cascade down his cheeks, eyes piercing yours, searching for any semblance of solace only to be met with venom. Eyes that captivated him upon first glance. Eyes that once brought him peace. Eyes that once threw themselves out into the rapid waters of life and anchored him back to shore. Eyes that belong to the soul he loved with all his heart and knew as his. Eyes he loved with his entire being.

How can you stand there and say these things to him? It’s hard to tell what has gotten into you but you have never made him feel so insignificant and small. He spends every waking moment of his life trying to express his gratitude for your existence and yet you can’t even begin to process the amount of pain he is in. As if you even care. You want to leave him? After pouring every fiber of himself into this relationship you two share? No. Hell no. Fuck n— 

“But how can you say that though? You talkin’ like I don’t take care of you or dedicate myself to you or like I haven’t given you my all… Man what the fuck?” Terry is at a loss for words. His heart can’t handle the insane statements you are making. He is seconds away from passing out.

“I feel like you are being so dramatic right now Terry,” you say, backing up away from him in attempt to create more space between the two of you. Is it your fault that you weren’t feeling the relationship anymore? In your eyes, you and Terry want two different things at this point in time; one person wants a long-term committed partnership and the other wants to continue seeing different people. As if y'all haven't been together for a while now. You didn’t anticipate meeting another man that would give you the same type of butterflies you got when you first met your soon-to-be-ex Terry. If anything, you have been looking for a reason to leave him for a long time. Things just didn’t feel as organic as they used too. His kisses don’t feel the same. Your heart doesn’t skip a beat when he looks at you anymore. There’s a part of you that feels out of touch with him no matter how hard you try to convince yourself that he’s it for you. You have found yourself falling out of love for him and leaning in closer to other men. The late night texts and calls with other lovers wouldn’t technically be considered cheating right? What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him as far as you’re concerned.

The atmosphere in Terry’s home was unsettling. Honestly you are a bit taken aback by his reaction to your words but nonetheless, you aimed to achieve your goal and that was to rid yourself of this "man" standing before you. It’s not like he did anything to you directly but sometimes if you wear the same pair of shoes everyday, you might eventually get bored and wanna throw them away. It’s not the best feeling in the world to see his face stained with sadness and disbelief but somehow a wave of peace washes over your body, the soothing reality that you won’t have to deal with him much longer cemented itself in your shared space.

“I’ve been meaning to bring this up to you for a while Ter,” you continue, causing him to slightly wince as you use a pet name of his as if you aren’t currently trying to break him down to his core. “I can’t say this has been the most fulfilling relationship for me and—,”

“Bullshit! What are you even talking about right now princess? I love you. I know you love me. Why are we even doing this? Where is this all coming from? We was just good yesterday and now you on some other shi—“

“Terry stop fighting me on this! You know you have felt a shift too. It’s not the same anymore. You don’t feel familiar to me,” you say, twisting your diamond bracelet that Erik— or was it Fontaine— gave you a few days prior. Talk about applying pressure. Those men really know how to make a lady feel special and it just made Terry look so different in your eyes. Sure the two of you made lot of memories, special moments together and lots of “love” but okay? You wanted something different. Why are you all of a sudden the bad guy? Even if the two of you have been together for about a year, that doesn’t warrant Terry's overemotional reaction does it? How in love can one person be after a year? That’s like saying you’re deeply in love with someone after two months. Be so for real. Terry is a grown man and he can get over this. Heck, you already are. Wait. Didn’t Erik plan a dinner date for the two of you tonight? Oh shit! You should probably hurry up because you know he doesn’t like waiting and oh how could you forget! He sent the most beautiful dress over to your condo with priceless jewels and these absolutely gorgeous shoes that have these—

“Yo. Are you even listening to me?” Terry’s tear-stained face lowers to meet your gaze, his body closing in on you in a way to make his presence known but not scare you away. This is not how he had planned on his day going. You are what makes it easier for him to wake up every day and push forward no matter what lies ahead yet you don't even seem the slightest bit moved by his outward display of emotions. He can’t decipher whether he is simply dreaming or if his worst nightmare is truly taking form in front of him. He reaches out to you, placing a soft touch under your chin forcing you to look up at him as he towers over you. His thumb rubs against your skin, wishing it were his lips there instead. He so desperately wants to just kiss you with all of his might and throw you over his shoulder but no matter how upset he is, he knows hearing you out is more effective than seducing and pulling you back into him with his actions.

“I’m not letting you go. That is not up for discussion. Whatever it is you need me to do just tell me and you know I gotchu,” he whispers lowly, tucking a braid behind your ear. Though his touch is gentle and warm, that doesn’t negate the fact that you no longer want to be in a relationship with him. You checked out months ago. Somehow, seeing him vulnerable like this actually made your heart thump a lil bit. Crazy right? He was definitely a good man when it came to loving you and treating a woman the way she deserves but that doesn’t mean you have to stay with him because of it. You take a few steps backwards, moving your face away from his grasp, the tension in his living room thickening as you internally plan your exit strategy. Terry is absolutely wrecked and two seconds away from truly experiencing his breaking point. What the hell is going on?

“There’s nothing you can do Terry and that’s the problem. It’s actually not me. It’s you,” you huff tugging at the rose gold ring that rested on your right hand. How can you still be wearing this piece of crap he gave you? He probably lied about the price to be honest. No way he actually paid ninety thousand and you still don’t think it’s that cute. Maybe for someone who doesn’t have any taste. Terry’s eyes remain focused on your face so he doesn’t see you toss the piece of jewelry he had custom-made for you onto his couch, slightly blending in with the beige material.

“We are done and that’s it. I don’t want to talk about this anymore because we don’t have anything else to discuss. Goodbye Terrence. Don't fucking contact me.” With that, you spin on your heels that Fontaine personally delivered to you with a side of dick last night and skipped your way out of his life. You have places to be and people to see and somehow this man thinks he’s more important than that? Yea fucking right. He’s actually lucky you didn’t even tell him about the other men because that would have just sent him into cardiac arrest.

Terrence. Terrence? In all the time that you two spent together, you never once called him by his government. You spat it out as if if was poison or a disease you wanted to rid yourself of.

The door slam was the final nail in the coffin for him. What the actual fuck just happened and why were you so happy — overjoyed even — to leave him? What did he do? What didn’t he do? Too many questions and yet no answers could sooth the aching pain he experienced within his entire body. Harsh sobs escaped from his lips as his knees grew weak as he dropped to the floor. He buried his face in his right hand in attempt to quiet himself but of course that just made him want to cry out more. His broad shoulders shook as his breathing pattern became unsteady and short. It had been a while since Terry experienced a panic attack or maybe he was just so overwhelmed that his body and emotions couldn't continue to sustain itself. He can’t even make himself angry or upset. All he wants is you. For you to be by his side for the rest of his life, grow and share a beautiful family. That’s what the two of you agreed on when you joined this union. Terry tried to wipe the tears from his eyes but they multiplied by the millisecond.

No. No. No. Not today. Why today of all days? That didn't just happen. You two had such a beautiful lunch earlier in the day and he had brought you back to his in hopes of you sharing the same sentiment in spending the rest of your lives together. He planned on proposing. The ring sat tucked in his left pocket. So close to being yours but not so much anymore. The most expensive diamond ring he could find with your shared initials incrusted on the side. Upon remembering this, his heart was beating rapidly as his mind began badger and belittle him. He had just lost Mike and now you? He doesn’t believe that he will be able to recover from this type of heartbreak. Is he supposed to just get over you and find someone else? You are the only one in the world who knows him like the back of your hand, aiding in him becoming the man he is today. Now you have unknowingly created a monster out of the ashes of a man who would once obey your every command.

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

Love on the brain

Ch 2.

Series Master list

CW: check the main master list for warnings.

It has been three days since the fight you had with your husband. During that time, the police interviewed you, asking if you would like to press charges. You were on the fence but, in the end, decided not to go through with it. There was an inkling of hope that him having the cops called with the threat of ruining his career would be enough to get that damn divorce and from there you'd figure it the fuck out. The clinic had given you information on domestic violence and different hot lines to call for help. There was the option of going to a women's shelter but you weren't going to put your children through that indignity. All three of them have had enough of that.

Kenny's mother had come by the house on day two. She had with her a roast and a sorry apology on behalf of her son. The woman was detestable, who could raise a man so cruel and then say “Maybe if you did your wifely duties right, he wouldn't act this way.” After she said that Kenny would stay at her house and that she would bring the pastor and him by so everyone could come to Jesus.

It had taken every ounce of your being not to swing on her. If you stayed, you were sure you'd be meeting Jesus face to face, so that he could ask you “Child, why didn't you take the boat we sent you?”.

At the same time, though, you knew you were in a rock and a hard place. You and your children were immigrants. You were a stay at home mom, which in hindsight was stupid. Until you knew for certain how you were going to house and feed your kids, you were stuck because money was a thing, and children couldn't live off of hope and love.

“Mom!” Jabari came running into the kitchen, he was out of breath and had a big fat grin on his face. “Mr Price is at the door!”

You stopped chopping the celery for dinner and wiped your hands on your apron. John Price had been nice enough to come to you and your family's rescue three days ago, and you felt bad that you didn't have the time to thank him. You peaked out the back door window to check on the girls, both of them happily playing with dolls together. Jada was busy trying to explain to Jayla the little storyline that was being played out, and Jayla was only too happy to just be included. After making sure they were okay, you followed the sounds of Jabari excitedly chattering away by the door.

“Actually Mr.Price, I'm like the best when it comes to rugby. It's sorta like football except without the padding!” Jabari laughed.

“You play football?” John had asked.

“The American football, sir.” He answered, “but honestly, I'll play any sport as long as it has a ball. I tried to get mom to let me play hockey once, but she said her pockets could only take so much.”

“Jabari, don't have this man thinking we're poor.” You scold as you scruff him by the neck. Your voice doesn't match the scolding, though. You sound absolutely smitten by your son and how he's in a good mood again. The last three days, he's been hovering around you and his sisters and insisting that you all should sleep in the same bed. He only wiggles out of your grip and laughs.

“Run along so the adults can talk.” You tell him.

“But mom” He whines loudly, holding onto your arm.

“Listen soldier,” John smiles at him, “how about you give me and your mum a few minutes and after I'll get the guys to play a game with you, your choice.”

Jabari doesn't need to be told twice, and he is dashing off to his room, saying that he is gonna teach the Brits about real football. You only laugh and shake your head before turning to John. Your body feels warm from embarrassment, which is more like shame, to be honest. Shame that he had seen you and your children at your lowest, and that was his first time meeting you.

“Uhm…” You search for the words, the right words that convey how thankful you are. “Listen, thank you for-.”

He stops you before any more words could be said, “You don't need to thank me for doing the right thing, miss.” His eyes, so pretty and blue and surprisingly warm. When was the last time you even had someone look at you with such warmth and understanding?

You can't bear to hold his gaze any longer, and you look away. “John, I have to pay you and your friends back for intervening. It would make me feel okay.”

He doesn't say anything else and just hums once. “Is he coming back?”

You don't say anything and cross your arms around your stomach. You want the ground to open up and swallow you whole. When the silence is loud and clear, you expect judgment. Instead, he just hums in thought again.

“I never got your name miss.” He says.

“It's Imani.” You finally look back at him. He's now leaning against the frame of the doorway, a thoughtful look on him. John nods his head once and smiles. There's still no judgment.

“Well, I want to leave you my number and the boys’ number so you can call us no matter what.” He's already pulling out his phone.

“Oh, John, I couldn't-” You're shocked, that's for sure.

“No choice, Miss.” He is firm on this decision, and somehow that makes you flustered. “I already spoke to the guys, and we very much want to make sure you and the kids are safe, at least until the bloke is handled for good.” His voice drops low at the mention of your husband.

You don't say anything else as you pull your old little phone out from your apron pocket and let him input his number and his roommates numbers into your phone. He then gets your number just as Jabari comes running back to the front door. He's got his football, and he's pulling on John's hand to take him to the backyard.

“Come on Mr.Price!” Jabari is insistent, “we just gotta make sure we stay out of Jada and Jayla's play party. The girls get testy when you bother them.” He laughed.

“Sure thing, soldier, just let me call the guys over, and we can get to it.” He looks to you asking for permission.

You only nod with a smile, “I don't mind, stay out of my flower beds…” you bite your lip between your teeth, deciding to take a risk, “We're having chicken and dumplings tonight, you all can stay over for dinner.”

John is clearly surprised, but Jabari is already answering for him. “Yeah, Mr. Price and his friends would love to stay!”

“Jabari.” You warn, but your son is already pulling John along to the back kitchen door.

As soon as the two of them were outside, your son could be heard yelling over the fence. “Don't worry about the front door, Mr.Johnny, just hop the fence!”

“I hope that boy doesn't make it a habit of hopping the fence.” You mumble and get back to working on dinner.

When dinner comes, your dining room table has the leaf put in, and four extra chairs pulled up. Each one of the very solid men at the table is covered in grass stains and is laughing (well ¾) with your children about the impromptu football game.

“You really are quick on your feet.” Kyle says to Jabari, “you must be a right terror on the field.”

“Jabari is quick because mom says that he got his speed from out running Nana's switch.” Jada is busy sitting her doll in Simon's lap, ignoring her brother's squawks of protest, “you two have to share a seat since that's where Anni normally sits.”

Simon, to his credit, takes it all in stride and only grunts in agreement. He isn't wearing the skull mask from before, just a plain black one. It's ridiculous really, seeing him hold the raggedy Anne doll so politely.

“So Imani lass, ya’ve been here for a few months, ya likin’ it's far?” Johnny (who, for some reason, Jabari has been allowed to call Soap).

You bring out the large pot as he's asking this and set it down on the table, “I like it so far, but doing any type of conversion for temperature, shopping and my personal enemy asking for tea and getting hot tea and not cold has been an adjustment.”

Kyle raises an eyebrow, “Cold tea?” There's a look of something on his face. It's the same look you get from Kenny's mother when you put ice in a cup and poor hot sugary tea over it.

By this time, Jabari had brought out the two pitchers of iced tea and set them on the table. “Well duh, how else are you supposed to drink tea?”

“Manners love.” You pinch your brows together, “don't forget he's still an adult.”

“Yes ma'am.” He says and takes his spot right between Johnny and Kyle.

“Kid's alright.” Kyle laughs, “I forgot for a moment that Americans do tea differently.”

You smile and avoid eye contact with him, “The fact that we are having chicken and dumplings with corn muffins should say everything about my thoughts on hot tea versus cold tea.”

“Daddy says when you make tea, mommy, it's enough to give a man diabetes.” Jada pipes up again.

“Sugar in a cup.” Jayla whispers, it's so quiet she giggles.

Everyone is laughing at your exasperated sigh and look that you give your daughters. The cultural differences are cute and funny, and as you look around your table, there comes a sense of peace. It feels for a moment that this is a normal family dinner with which the neighbors just happened to stop by. All the fellas got along just well learning touch football and in a hilarious turn of events Simon was the one roped into the game of tea party.

You're sad that this isn't your reality.

“You all have a good night, and don't hesitate to call if you need anything.” John said as he and his boys left the house. He was pleasantly surprised when Jabari was asking if they could play again soon, and the next time, they would play soccer.

“Aye, it's called football ya wee terror.” Soap had ruffled his hair.

“Well you're on American soil when you're at our house, and we call it soccer!” He ducked from under the man's hand. He was all smiles.

You shook your head and looked back at John, “I will, and thanks again for everything. Jada let Mr. Simon go so he can go home, I don't think he wants to babysit Anni, so you can have me time tonight.”

Poor Simon was bogged down with a pink backpack, a baby's bottle, and a pink stroller. Jada crossed her arms and stared up at you, “But Mr. John just said we could call them! You get me time every time Daddy leaves, why can't I?”

“Okay! Enough talking young ma'am, in the house!” You laugh nervously. You can feel the tension and shame creeping up your spine, but mercifully, none of the men comment on the mention of ‘me time’. After you send your son and daughter into the house, the only one clinging to you is Jayla. Her big wide brown eyes are staring up at John and flickering between him, Johnny, Kyle, and Simon. She waves shyly before darting back into the house.

“I don' mind keeping her doll for the night.” it's the first time that Simon has spoken all evening. You are taken back by both his accent and how deep his voice is.

“Really you-” you begin to say, but he's already taking the doll and all of the doll's things across the lawn. Johnny is cackling, and Kyle is just pinching the bridge of his nose. They both bid you goodnight. John gives you one last lingering smile and a nod.

“Get some rest tonight.” His voice is warm, and it's sweet like the tea that he politely drank at dinner without complaint. They all didn't complain about the dinner and rather enjoyed it quite a bit. It was a far cry from how your husband often critiqued (if calling some of the nastiest things said about your cooking can be called as such).

You watch until John is in his house across the lawn. The fantasy is over and you're hoping to enter that dream-like world again.

“Lass can cook. A shame she cooks fora bastard.” Soap says as he plops down on the couch. “Her weans are ‘dorable though.”

“Jabari can sure dish out a hit.” Kyle sat on the couch next to Soap and put his head in his lap, “that last tackle may have given me a bruise.”

John quietly listens to the guys as they talk about you. There's a thoughtful look on his face as he watches Simon carefully put the doll and its things on the armchair.

Simon looks at him just as he is taking off his mask. “Something on your mind?”

“She isn't leaving him anytime soon.” John goes into the kitchen.

“After he almost tried to kill her three days ago, she isn't leaving?” Kyle seems incredulous.

“It's not that simple.” Simon explains, “She's a foreigner with children, in a strange country, and she is a stay at home mum who depends on her husband's income. She can't leave unless she knows for sure her children will be safe.” Part of Simon feels ill with first hand knowledge of that reality.

It's quiet between the four of them, John speaks first, “We'll just have to help her.” He is ready thinking about how this will all play out if done right. If you're gonna be tied to anybody in a foreign country, it may as well be him and his boyfriends.

You don't know it yet, but the four of them are getting you out safely. And you're going to be safe in their arms.

Chapter 3

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𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘪𝘵. 𝘋𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥’𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘵.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘊𝘩𝘢 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝟷𝟹 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘒𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵���� 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

“𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧?”

𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘒𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺.

“𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘢’𝘢𝘮, 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 (𝘠/𝘕), 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢.”

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰. 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰, 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥?”

𝘈 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘵, 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰.

“𝘐’𝘮 (𝘠/𝘕).”

“𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸,” 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰! 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶!”

𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰.

𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝟹𝟶 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥.

𝘏𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪��𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.

𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴.

𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘹𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭; 𝘐 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘒𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘺𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥.

𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥—𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭'𝘴 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥.

“𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘉𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.”

𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰’𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴.

“𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, ”

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

“𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥,”

𝘚𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥.

“𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵. 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.”

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘐𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦.

𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥-𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦; 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤!” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥’𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦-”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘧𝘧.

“𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵; 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵.”

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 (𝘠/𝘕),” 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝟸𝟷 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘠𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘪 𝘜𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰’𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘩𝘢 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 she 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

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Sleepy Snap Shots

Was feeling a bit down at an ungodly hour and I wanted to write some fluff, lol

Warning: None I think, fluffy fluff!

Pairing: Fontaine x Fem!Black Reader

You both tried to go to bed a the same time.

There were a few times that you where encouraged to go on to bed while Fontaine was out handling his business. You'd promise to go on to bed, answering his facetime to confirm that, yes, you were in bed.

There were even more times that Fontaine would come in and see your stubborn little ass on the couch. The TV would be low and often set to Bounce, old reruns keeping you company.

Fontaine watched you for a moment and didn't know about the smile on his face, but he did feel the savory joy of finally having someone willing to wait up for him.

He'd nudge you awake enough to roll into his arms, throw blanket and all, and he'd take you to bed. Fontaine would only have to lay you down and you'd burrow into the covers with no coaxing.

Fontaine would be tempted to slip right into bed beside you, but he never liked the thought of bringing 'outside' to you. Especially any of the dregs of the world he walked in.

Showering quick and grabbing only a pair of fresh boxers, Fontaine would finally be able to lay down beside you. You stirred enough to pull him beneath the covers and into your dark, stuffy cocoon.

Fontaine was surrounded by the smell of you, instantly encased in you. You pressed close to him as you spread the throw blanket to cover the both of you along with your lighter sheets.

You hummed softly when you felt his bare chest, pressing a little more fervidly than not.

"Naughty, 'Taine. Meow?"

Fontaine took hold of your hand and pressed a kiss to your palm, you were a little imp when you were dozy.

"Ain't no meow tonight. Take yo' little horny tail back to sleep." He placed laced your fingers put them to his chest.

And with a final, 'well, how rude' , you were out again. Fontaine stroked his thumb along yours until he fell into sleep as well.

........

"Whatchu doin;?"

You startled, badly, looking up from your sketchbook to the figure standing accusingly near the couch.

A sheepish look at your man, him raising both his brows and the comforter he drug from bed. He tucked it more securely around himself as he fussed.

"Woman, do you know what time it is? I do. Too far after midnight for me not to have you in bed."

Fontaine would not appreciate if you pointed out how adorable he looked. From the way he had the comforter wrapped, it looked like he was only wearing his white long socks. That and his snippy little tone was nearly too much.

So you told the other truth, "I woke up and I couldn't go back to sleep! So I figured I get some sketching done."

"You coulda did that in bed. With me." Fontaine trudged towards you with intent, "It's bedtime."

You stood up and held out a hand, "Hold on now Mr. Statham--

Fontaine's head crooked a little to the side, "Who?"

"Y'know, Transporter? He be transportin' folks--ah, nevermind. Don't you pick me up! I'm comin', let me save my stuff real quick and I'll be there."

He narrowed his eyes at your rambling and you pointedly began straightening your sketchbooks.

"I'm on my way, Daddy! Go warm the bed back up for us."

And with a hmpf, Fontaine turned and shuffled back down the hallway towards the bedroom. You chuckled as you began gathering loose sketches and replacing your pencils into their pouch.

You thought you would have more time, but you should have known better. Once you started sharing a bed, Fontaine could not stay asleep in it without you. You could get an hour, two at the most before he would go looking for you.

It felt good to have someone who showed you in their own little ways, that you mattered. The thought felt selfish but you always fell a little more for Fontaine when he doesn't hide his need for you.

So, you did not keep your man waiting. After one small detour, you hurried to the bedroom. Fontaine was a lump in the middle of the bed but a corner of the blanket lifted up when he heard you enter.

Scuttling beneath the blankets with your apology, you waited for the familiar coil of his arms as he drug you closer to him. You wedged your bowl of green grapes between the two of you.

"Sleepy snack." You whispered, pressing a grape to his lips. Even in the dark you would be able to find those blessings.

He made a surprised noise, but his mouth was open enough for you to dispense another after taking a few for yourself.

You fed him only a few more grapes until there was no response to your soft pressing. It was then that you polished off the bowl, moved the dish to the night stand, and resettled.

Fontaine shifted onto his back and laid your head on his chest. His arm came around you, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear.

You stared into the darkness of your room until your lids got heavy and with absolutely no worries burrowing into your mind, you fell asleep to your love's rhythm

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SNOWFALL SEASON 1 Franklin.

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black Fem Reader!

Warnings/Type: Established Relationship. Angst. Use of the n-word. Mention of incarceration.  Here is Part (2)

Summary: You’ve seen the worst parts of him and the best parts of him and vice versa. That’s why you made a good pair, but the recent knowledge of his new life path has torn you both apart. However when tragedy strikes, it might be the thing you need to take another look at the Franklin you fell in love with.   

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You opened the door and entered the small, cramped bedroom with a heavy sigh. Two windows, and a large orange rug in the middle of the floor. It was 1983 and the black prison population had risen 39 percent. Alice Walker had finally been recognized for her amazing writing, the goat face devil, known none other than President Ronald Reagan was in office, and Martin Luther King’s birthday became a federal holiday. To be real, you were still waiting for the day they would do the same for Malcom X. If you were given the option between the two leaders, Malcolm was always the easy choice. You looked around at the brown, outdated furniture, the thick, floral curtains, and the collection of dolls that had been passed down to you. A record player, piles of vinyl's, your favorite childhood teddy bear, and posters of bands and movies. 

That wasn’t all. 

Law books. Everywhere! 

There were so many law books that the public library would need to come to you for a check out. You took a few moments to soak it all in. They stacked high, one atop the other, and filled with information.You'd possibly taken every single book on the subject in all of South Central. There wasn't a place you hadn't visited to search for answers. 

You were dedicated. Determined. 

All the time you put in was worth it. All the sacrifices of fun you'd made to stay in and look for answers would make a difference in the end. That's what you kept telling yourself. This would all be worth it in the end. When it was all said and done, your big brother would be free to come back home and you would remain his hero.

You remembered all the long hours spent studying the different cases that had a similar flavor to what your brother’s had. Not a lawyer by any stretch of the word, but you knew how to read quite well and your comprehension, well, there was a reason that every report card you got in school read straight A's. So any time you and your mom had a meeting with Shelby Fleming, the public defender assigned to your brother's case, you were right there, ready with questions and suggestions. You couldn't recall how many times your mother had to tell you to shut up, but nonetheless Fleming appeared to take heed to your ramblings, at least a little. 

A little was enough for you. You could have very well been dismissed and not welcomed back, but you'd never missed a meeting. You figured it must be hard, a young black girl from the quote on quote hood, telling some white lawyer how to do his job better than he could. 

You remembered the last conversation you had with your brother. It was odd talking to him and being separated by a thick wall of glass. The entire experience left you unfulfilled each time you went back. 

‘Fuck this.You didn't do anything wrong. Imma get you out. I'll never stop fighting so you can come home Ronnie. Promise. Just, don't give up. This shit isn't hopeless.'

You remembered that particular visit. Ronnie had just received word that he'd lost his scholarship. Minor set back. He was smart, capable. He'd bounce back. Get another one.You were sure of that. 

You walked over to your bed, which was still made from the morning and ran your hand over the creamy, maroon bedspread, feeling the soft fabric beneath your fingers. You closed your eyes remembering the words, how he got on you for cursing in front of your mother. How he wanted you to control your anger and use all your frustration for something positive. 

He'd been having a hard time adjusting to that life, even after five months. More and more it weighed on him. You could see it in his face. That light you loved so much was beginning to dwindle. Everytime you came for a visit he had a fresh cut on him, busted lip, or a black eye that would make him look away ashamed. You never asked him about any of it, or pulled at him for information. You knew your brother wasn't a fighter. He just wasn't. 

He didn't need to be. Not for you. He would be someone else if he was. 

Ronnie wore big round glasses and carried a welcoming smile whenever he said hello and just like you, he loved books. He was pretty tall, and kinda thin, but he'd been everything you needed. He'd gotten himself a part time job at the library when he wasn't doing his college thing and always talked about how, ‘we need more black doctors. I know it's gonna take me a while, but I think that's the path I should be on.’ You supported him, even when times got tight. You believed in his dream, even to the point that you put college on the back burner. Ronnie had a scholarship, but that wouldn't be enough to take him all the way to the finish line. So you got a job to keep up things around the house, to support Ronnie. 

He was so good natured and driven. 

Your plans were but a small sacrifice for someone who deserved the world, but it was his good nature that had landed him in the last place you would have expected, federal prison. 

Ronnie always had a way of hanging with the wrong crowd, all because he wanted to help. Because he thought he could show folks a different way. You hated and loved that about him. It finally caught up to him, the good nature. He was looking at heavy time too. He wasn't the one with the gun, but he was there. And being there was just as bad. Even if he were trying to stop it. It was just as bad. 

‘Just tell them the truth. Do you want out of here!’ 

‘Politics ma. If I say anything I'm a dead man.’ 

You could hate your mother sometimes for the way she pressured Ronnie. Eventually he always gave into her whim. But she'd never been to prison. How would she know such advice could be detrimental? She wanted him back home just as bad as you did, but she lacked compassion. He had to always be a certain way for her, and that pissed you off more than you realized. 

To be fair, she did what she had to do to bring you up. To take care of the both of you. The family never had much, but you were never hungry, and the roof over your head caused you to shut down all your opinions about your mother and Ronnie's toxic relationship. He wasn't your father, although she expected him to be. The man of the house. 

You got up and moved over to the dresser, where you opened the top drawer and looked inside. There were some of her favorite things tucked away – an old pair of roller skates, a book of fairy tales, and a few pieces of jewelry. 

You pulled out the jewelry and held it up to the light. A very thin gold chain. A gift from Franklin. One of the few things that reminded you of the good times you’d shared with him. You sat the chain back in its place. Two weeks had felt more like two years. You still couldn’t believe it was over. But you also couldn’t believe what he’d gotten himself into either or tried to have you involved in off the simple fact that you were his girlfriend. With the news of Ronnie’s pending case you thought he’d be smarter. He knew everything you did. Upon explaining you hadn't missed one detail. 

'I'm not Ronnie. Alright? I know what I'm doin'.

For him to say some shit like that. Just thinking back on it pissed you off all over again. 

You threw a glance in the direction of the long full body mirror on your door. A pair of blue jeans, a yellow tank top, and your chunky gold hoop earrings, with your larger than life afro and brown skin. How many times had your mom and aunties tried to persuade you to get the hot comb run through? You declined every time. There had been this recent wave of perms and with the new commercials on TV, everybody and their mama, cousin, sister, homie lover friend was going for this look. 

You on the other hand had a thing for going against the grain. Standing out just because. Besides all that, you had a reputation to uphold. Sure it could be a lot to manage, but if Leon could do it. So could you. You'd both earned the nickname afro pick twins, by none other than Kevin, although you had the height advantage on Leon for days. A perm would totally kill that. You thought about the necklace again, how good it would look on you. How it would complete the outfit, your hair, even the carmex you applied. Tempted, you dug in the drawer for it and unclasped the back, setting it on your neck before locking the connected pieces and taking another look in the mirror. 

There it was. Complete. 

You sighed and took one last look at your book collection before you walked out of your bedroom and into the living room where your mother sat at the edge of the sofa. Her leg bounced up and down as she tapped the ash from her cigarette and proceeded to inhale the last bit of smoke in her lungs before putting it out completely. 

When she looked up at the clock, you looked too. The two of you had been waiting for the call. To hear back from Ronnies public defender. Good news. You just knew deep down it would be good news. He didn't deserve ten years. That was ridiculous. No, you were sure he'd get out in two, maybe even less for good behavior. 

‘I love you big brother. Stay strong and keep your head up in there, okay. I'll write. But I'll be here to see you next week too.’ 

‘Love you sis. See you next week.’ 

‘Ron don't forget. You're still my hero.’

‘You're still mine too.’ 

You had to be each other's hero after your father died. Your mother had detached herself. Became numb with grief, and it had been only you and Ronnie for a while. That only made the two of you grow closer. You needed each other. All of this was wrong in every sense of the word. This really was a case of the wrong place at the wrong time. Surely that little mishap could be forgiven with someone so promising. Ronnie had a lot to offer the world. So much that he could give.

You took in a deep breath and exhaled, shaking off the thought. Your stomach had been in knots the whole day waiting for the phone to ring. You'd barely eaten anything. You couldn't eat in fear that you would throw it all up with your nerves acting up, and you hated to throw up. 

"Hey. Go run to the store right quick and get me some more smokes." 

You immediately frowned. It was the first natural reaction your features could make out. A frown. Firstly you hated that your mom smoked. Cigarettes smelled like ass, and thus the fact that she didn't have the decency to smoke outside on the porch you smelled like a trash bucket by default. You rolled your eyes. 

"Can I go after the call ma?" 

"Look child, I am not in the mood. I asked you to do something.” She looked at you. “I don't need the attitude or back talk,” she said to emphasize her point. “Just go get my damn smokes." With a wave of her hand she turned her attention back to the television screen. Some beauty paget was on, and they were about to crown the winner. 

You stood up in a huff and walked over to her purse sitting on the table. You dug your hand inside and rummaged through her belongings. "How much can I take?" You asked, then pulled out her pocket book. 

"A twenty should be enough. Just go up the street to Cho’s. It’s closest." 

You stopped in your tracks, lifted your head with another sigh to follow. A quieter sigh so she wouldn’t hear it. 

Shit. You wanted so badly to protest. To argue why that was the worst suggestion, ever. To tell her that while the other store would take longer to get to, you would rather make that unnecessary trip then go up to Cho’s. You’d memorized his schedule ever since you two became a thing, mainly to plan time when you’d both be free to kick it, so you knew going between 5 and 6, there would be no avoiding running into him. 

You looked at the time and smacked your teeth as you made your way to the front door and slipped on your shoes. Your favorite green and white leather high-top sneakers. It was exactly 5:45PM.Yep. Franklin was absolutely at work, just barely starting his shift. You grabbed your small jacket and walked out, only halting briefly. “Alright. Be right back,” You called to your mom before shutting the door behind you and walking down the three steps that led to the sidewalk and down the walkway. 

The only thing that had made the breakup bearable was that you didn’t have to see him. You did a pretty good job of making yourself incognito when it mattered, and avoiding all the places he'd be on a regular basis. Really, you just needed time to wean yourself off. To get him out of your system. Then you’d be alright. Pretty soon you wouldn’t care at all where he was or if you'd run into him. You just wanted to get past the initial stage of separation. 

…

It didn't help that the first thing you heard when you stepped through the entrance doors of Cho's grocery store was Franklin's voice, and the first thing you saw was Melody Wright close by and laughing, probably at one of Franklin's stupid jokes. Damn Franklin, you moved on that fast, huh? You thought, and wondered why you had. Didn't he have a right to laugh with friends? After all you were the one that called for a breakup, not him. The laughter stopped and it was an all eyes on you stare down before you raised a hand and offered a quick wave as you passed by the chocolate bars and headed to the back. Some woman had come in behind you and walked in the opposite direction. For some reason you couldn't produce a regular ‘hi, how you doing, without it sounding condescending. Truth be told you'd wanted to avoid such an encounter. Damn your mom and her bad habits. 

"Hey Y/N, how you doin'? You can't say hi to a nigga now," Kevin called from the front with a chuckle. 

Boy, you could kick him right in the ass for putting a spotlight on you.

"I waved nigga, hell!" You shouted back, grabbing a bag of chips you liked before looking at the cold drinks behind the glass, doing everything to avoid Franklin's eyes. Good thing Kevin found that amusing, but you knew Franklin was still looking in your direction. There was this intensity with him that you didn't understand. All you knew was that you felt it. 

You heard that laugh again, and found yourself suddenly annoyed. 

Melody. 

You honestly didn't have a problem with her until the window incident that happened a month prior. To you she was nothing more than the girl next door. A young ass girl who liked your man, but absolutely no one to feel threatened by. You trusted him, and he'd never lied to you about anything, until now. The very point of betrayal you felt, was that Melody knew about the cocaine operation he had going before you did. Franklin had known her longer but you all grew up together. Not only that, you were his girl, that meant you should be the first to know no matter your reaction. You always had the better shot of being with him just based on your age alone. Plus you always felt you and Franklin were more compatible. You just got each other. You couldn't explain the chemistry. Why she thought she still had the right to climb through Franklin's window was beyond you. But she tried it. Needless to say she got what she deserved. Cissy wasn't home that day, and Franklin had all of a sudden gotten up from the couch and took you to his room. A man of few words, he'd pulled you in and started kissing you before he moved down to your neck. Then to your breast. Then to the button of your pants which he undid and removed, right before your panties were discarded. 

Damn, that boy had some soft lips. 

You snuck yourself a peek from over the rack of chips that provided you with good coverage from his view to look at them. You could hear Kevin and Leon talking, but your focus remained on Franklin. 

Damn, how you missed those lips. 

Clearing your throat you thought back to the surprise Melody got. Franklin on his knees below you, you at the edge of his bed. His face in-between your legs, eating you out like the nigga had been starved the day before. His long fingers wrapped around your thighs making sure you were held securely in place, and the best part about it was that he never looked up to acknowledge Melody's big head ass. Neither did you. Fuck it, you thought. Let her watch. But she didn't. You never saw a bitch move so fast. 

Now it was different. 

You were the one moving like a frightened rabbit, trying to avoid Franklin and his friends. Your friends. At Least once upon a time they were. But with Leon and Kevin being so close to Franklin, you figured you'd have to leave them all behind, like a package deal of sorts, to be fully through with the relationship. You wondered if they were all a part of it. The operation. Franklin was of course the leader. He just had the personality for it, but if not Kevin then alleast Leon's ass was involved someway somehow.

You shook your head. Whatever the situation was, it was all stupid to you. After all the cases you'd read in the collection of law books in your room, you knew that kinda life would only lead to destruction. On the one hand you wanted to thank him for thinking about you. He didn’t have to hand you two thick wods of money. But then on the other hand you knew you wouldn't feel right taking it. Especially since he wouldn’t tell you how he got it. That’s what kicked off the fight and ultimately led to you calling it quits. The way your voice traveled, you were sure Cissy was already suspicious. She didn’t know either, but you expected Franklin to be the one to reveal that truth to his mother, not you. You already knew you weren't built for it, which was why you'd broken it off. 

Cho's wasn't that big to begin with, and whether or not they were loud on purpose, you heard the conversation from where you stood at the back of the store looking at drinks you had no intention on purchasing. 

"Haha you stupid," Kevin joked. He must have been talking to Leon.  

"Well anyway nigga. We still gon hit up that new Eddie Murphy movie, Friday?" 

"Hell yeah. I'm down.” Melody chimed in. “Franklin, you going?"

You waited a minute to hear his response.

"Yeah. Looks like it's gonna be funny. Eddie is always a good time though so yeah. I’ll be there." 

You closed your eyes for a second and looked down once you opened them. You’d heard about the movie long before the breakup. Any Eddie Murphy film was a big deal. You were a big fan of the comedian turned actor. It had been something you’d both planned ahead of time. A date of sorts with just the two of you. Could you really be mad though? Was he not supposed to see the movie just because it would no longer be with you? The logic part of your brain gave you a hard, no. But your side built on full and pure emotion felt betrayed by him agreeing to go. Where the hell was your invite? 

"Okay. Well I'll see y'all. My daddy probably waitin' on me." She smiled at the guys, gave them a wave and walked out. 

"Bye Mel. See you," Franklin said right as the door closed behind her.

Leon stretched his arms and gave a long and drawn out yawn. "Yep Saint, I'm bout to dip too."

Kevin finished off whatever beverage he'd been sipping on. "Same. I gotta get up early tomorrow." 

Leon chuckled and tossed him a look. "Shit nigga and do what?"

Kevin tilted his head and chuckled as he threw away the empty can. "Yo mama. She been callin' I just ain't been pickin’ up."

Leon stopped laughing, which made Franklin grin and shake his head. 

“Man fuck you Kev. Don’t be talkin’ bout my mama.” 

You could hear them talking shit all the way out the door. You shook your head. A pair of fools, those two were. Now it was just you and Franklin, beside the occasional customers. Eventually you would have to go and pay for your items, unless you thought you could get away with a grocery store heist. 

You looked down at your hands.Things in each of them. Nothing but junk food, and you wondered if you would have enough for the cigarettes. 

When you made your way to the front there were two in line before you. Franklin occupied himself with ringing them up, but that didn't stop him from stealing glances. As the last customer grabbed her bag you moved up and took her place at the front. 

"Hey," Franklin said.

"Hey," you said back and placed everything on the counter. You hated that the smile you had was so faked, but again you couldn’t help it. You were a combination of so many emotions, you didn’t know which one to express at any given time. So much shit had been going on in your life lately that you couldn't stop your head from spinning. It didn’t help that you were avoiding making eye contact with him. Two weeks ago, and you would have stared into those motherfuckers for hours. 

"This it?" He took your things and began to scan them, a consistent beep after every slide of the barcode. His deep brown hues, rolling over you. Bearing into your soul even. Why was it that even the slightest glance of him reminded you of times when you were laid up in eachothers arms? How you both scrambled to get your clothes back on when you heard either of your mother's pulling up in the driveway depending on which house. You'd never gotten caught, thank God! You missed his arms. You missed being in them. 

"Yeah,” You nodded before you snapped back into the reality of why you were there in the first place.“Oh, wait and some smokes for my mama, please." You didn’t need to tell him which ones. He already knew. He’d been over the house enough times to get a mental picture. Besides that, this wasn’t the first time she’d sent you to grab her some. With that in mind you dug in your pocket for the twenty dollar bill. 

Franklin nodded and turned his back to you to reach up and grab a pack from the shelf behind him. This gave you the opportunity to look at him. Really look at him. 

You noticed his hair first. How it grew just shy an inch from the last time you saw it with the promise of a sprouting afro if he'd allow it. Then next his arms as he reached up for the certain brand she liked. You loved the color of his skin the most. A perfect completion. He wore a green T-shirt and dark wash blue jeans, so there was nothing extraordinary about his style, but boy oh boy, as simple as it was, did you love it. He was just well put together, in a way you couldn't explain. Franklin Saint was very much himself, in every sense of the word. He turned back around and scanned the cigarette pack, and your gaze departed from him as if it had never been there. You only looked at him briefly when he told you the total to hand him the twenty dollar bill, and once more when he gave you the change. He bagged everything up and held it out to you to take.You reached for it. Touched his hand by accident. Just that brief brush of warmth, and you knew you needed to leave. 

“Thank you,” you said, taking a step back.

"Y/N wait.” 

You paused and met his eyes. 

“I haven't seen you in two weeks. How you been?" 

You shrugged in hopes that someone would be behind you in line, but there was no one. You couldn't avoid the conversation even if you wanted to. 

"Been fine Franklin thank you for asking." 

He sighed and looked up at the ceiling briefly before he looked back at you. "Is there a reason why you're avoiding me?" 

"I'm not avoiding you.” You just so happen to say this without making eye contact. “What do you mean?" 

Franklin smirked. Had you forgotten how long y'all knew each other? He knew when you were on bullshit. 

"Come on. It's me. You can't even look me in the eye right now. Is that not avoiding me?"

Some kind of weird tension made its way to your shoulders. "Look Franklin, I just.” You sucked in air. You might as well just say it. Your body language had to be a dead giveaway at this point. “This isn't easy for me. Cause I won't lie. I wanna be with you.” You shook your head annoyed that you admitted it to him and shrugged your shoulders to make yourself feel better that you were actually being honest with yourself about the situation. Walking in and seeing Melody had a lot to do with that feeling. You didn't want to see him with another girl. Not Melody or anybody. “It ain't easy not to want that, despite everything."

"You think it is for me." 

You laughed. "Hm. Clearly. Looks like you didn't miss a beat. You with Melody now?" 

"Come on. Don't even do that. We're friends. Besides, Leon brought it up.” 

So he knew exactly what you were pissed about. The movie on Friday. The movie you'd already made plans for. 

“At first I wasn't going to but then I thought, shit why not. I wanna see Eddie. Laugh." 

You purse your lips and huff. Just another excuse. "Yeah. Whatever. Friends my ass Franklin.”

You took hold of your grocery bag and set your sights on the door. Franklin stopped you though. He'd leaned over the counter and grabbed your arm. 

“Wait, come on. Stay, let's talk, please." 

You shook your head. "Talk about what? We're done. There's nothing left to say.” You took a deep breath and with that turned to face him. “I can't do that. That life. That's too much on my heart. My brothers locked up. He might get ten years for something he didn't do.”

He had let go of your arm at this point. Finally, something you said caught his attention. Or at least he appeared to be consecrate in that respect to Ronnie's situation. 

You didn't stop there. You went on. 

“Then you. Can you imagine how much time you'd get for selling cocaine, Franklin? Cocaine!” You whispered as best you could through gritted teeth, but there was a hardness in your tone that said you still couldn't believe that he'd made such a choice for his life. “My God,” you added. “They wouldn't put you in the prison, they'd throw you the fuck under it.” Your emotions began to swell, you could feel the tears rising amidst the frustration. You knew no matter what you said, once Franklin made up his mind on something, it'd be like trying to move a mountain to change it. His stubbornness annoyed the shit outta you. At least one of his flaws which stuck out like a sore thumb. “You think I want that for you? You think my heart can take seeing you locked up like some fucking animal. Like my brother is right now.” It was probably all on deaf ears, nevertheless you said it anyway. You sniffed and looked straight ahead. “I feel so helpless. I hate going to that fuckin' place every week, but I can't not go cause he doesn't have anyone else but me that really gives a fuck about what he's really going through.” You thought about the visible signs of struggle on Ronnies face. The busted lip, all the cuts and bruises. “Truth be told. They're breaking him. That happy person he was. Yeah. That's gone now." 

You didn't notice when he walked around the counter. Only that he stood before you and wrapped his arms around you, which brought you to his chest. That familiar safe place. You didn't fight it. You eased into that comfort, cause heaven knew you needed it now more than ever. 

"I'm sorry," Franklin whispered. 

"I'm just tired,” you breathed out, taking in the scent of his cologne. “I've been trying for months to find some kinda loophole to help him in some way. But there's no way out.”

"It's gonna be okay. It's gonna all work out."

Your thoughts of Ronnie had shifted back to Franklin. 

"Just tell me why you feel like you gotta do this shit. Your handsome, your so fuckin' smart. You could be anything in the world and you chose to be a drug dealer?” You moved from his embrace, hearing him sigh as you wiped your eyes. “I don't understand. I don't fuckin understand that shit." 

The phone interrupted the explanation Franklin would give. You wanted so badly to hear what he would say. Would it be an excuse or the truth, and if it was the truth, could you even handle it?

“Give me one sec okay? I gotta get this.” His hand slid down your shoulders before they left you and you watched him hop over the counter and get the phone. You turned as the words Hello left Franklin’s lips and you found the round clock overhead. You hoped that your taking this time hadn’t made you miss the call you’d been waiting all day for. 

“Wow wow. Calm down. Just breathe. What happened?” 

Franklin’s tone had changed from casual to concerned at the drop of a dime and you found yourself curious to know who was on the other end of the line. 

“Yeah. She’s here. She’s right here.” 

You didn’t have time to study his face before he looked at you, calling your name to guid you over toward the phone. You didn't jump the counter, instead you walked through the swinging gate that separated you. Franklin removed the phone from his ear and you struggled to figure out what his eyes were trying to convey without him being able to say it with his words. “It’s your mama. She’s pretty upset.” He held out the phone in your direction. 

You didn’t know why your heart dropped, but it did like it was preparing you for something devastating without even hearing anything just yet. What was the worst news you could get? That you’d missed the call. That the public defender had told her they’d given your brother ten fucking years. Ten years just gone, stolen away. 

You swallowed down the lump in your throat and with a shaky hand you took the phone from Franklin. 

“Ma. Ma hello, what happened? What did Fleming say? They give him the max?” Your eyes already started to well up with tears again, content with that being the situation, and your lip began to quiver as you heard her scream out from the other end, He's dead. Ronnie is dead! They killed him! They killed him! My son, my baby! They killed him!" 

The last conversation you had with your brother didn’t seem like a goodbye at the time. But it was a goodbye. One you never even saw coming. 

You shook your head and dropped the phone, leaving your mother on the end of the line in hysterics repeating the same thing she’d said to you over and over. It was so loud that Franklin could hear her, and some people in the store that had walked in. You should go to her, you thought. You should be with her right this second, but you couldn't move from the spot where you stood. Your knees gave out, and you dropped to the floor stunned. Your mouth hung open void of speech or explanation for Franklin who was standing next to you looking at the phone that had the screams coming out from the other end, horrified. 

Pretty soon it became too much to breathe and you placed a hand over your chest and pulled in a bunch of fabric from your coat in hopes of catching it. It was like the air ran away from you.

Franklin hurried to your side. He understood what was happening even before you did. But he knew you, so that wasn’t a surprise. 

“Y/N. Hey. Come on, it's okay. Calm down. Calm down. You have to calm down.” 

But you were frozen until your lips blurted out, “They killed him, Franklin. My brother's dead!” You began to try and catch your breath. “They-” Your chest felt tighter and tighter. “I can’t, I c-can’t breathe.”

Franklin frantically searched through your pockets, both pants and coat, but it wasn’t there. 

“Baby hey." Frantic, he cupped your face with both hands before searching the pockets a second time. 

He must have understood the color change. The one that looked the same on everyone when they couldn't breathe. You wondered if your lips had gone blue. 

“Where is it? Where is your inhaler at?” 

You figured an asthma attack was a lot like drowning, but then, you would never know the exact difference. You’d never been in danger of drowning before. At Least not in water. 

“This was a pose to be quick. I didn’t b-bring i-t, frank, h-help me.” you could hear the disorientation of your words.You had begun to pull at his shirt, shooting yourself into a panic as you slipped a hand up around your neck clawing and struggling for any type of relief. 

“Fuck!” Franklin removed your grip on him, laid you on the ground and scrambled to his feet to reach for the phone. He hung up on your mother, picked it up again and dialed 911. He kept his eye on you hitting the top of the counter and pacing as if urging them to hurry the fuck up. 

"Uh, yeah hi. My name is Franklin Saint. I work at Cho's grocery store. Yeah. Uh. Yeah my girlfriend, she's havin' an asthma attack. She doesn't have her inhaler on her. Please. Help. She. Please just hurry. Send an ambulance!" 

Pretty soon you were lifted up. Arms were around you. You assumed they were Franklin's. You could hear his voice in the distance of your mind as an echo, but just barely. Encouraging you that help was on the way. To take deep breaths. Stay calm. 

Yeah. You were way past that. You were literally about to die!  

You forced yourself to turn your gaze on him as you wheezed. The struggle, slowing down, but not in a good way. Although your ears were ringing, and it felt like you were being crushed under a semi truck, you could hear Franklin even while his form began to blur out as your eyes clouded. There was such worry in his voice, such urgency to get you some assistance. Such care. You were sorry. Sorry that you ever said it was over, despite the choice he’d made. 

You wished you could tell him that. 

You closed your eyes instead.

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What A Woman Wants; Fun

JoeyBada$$ X BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: Basically pwp, Strangers sex(don’t be her, this is crazy lmao), Mentions of intoxication (the reg shit), Daddy kink(surprise, surprise), Public sex, Bathroom sex(kinda?), No protection (WRAP IT BEFORE YA SMACK IT), Dirty talk cause yeah, Unedited (girl im tired, sorry)

SUMMARY: What’s the point of going out if you can’t have fun?

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She honestly had no business being out this late, especially downtown. But, she was a sucker for pretty lights and good music, she needed an excuse to wear a sexy dress with heels way too tall and she wanted to score free drinks, which she successfully did with the bat of her long eyelashes, successfully pulling in anyone that looked her way like a cheetah ready to pounce on its prey.

One of them were for sure to be her victim tonight, and she knew exactly who by the time she was sipsy and on the dance floor.

Bodies crowded all around her, moving to the beats of soca and dancehall music bumping through speakers loud enough to almost damage hearing. The air was nearly polluted with weed smoke.

All she focused on was moving her hips to the rhythm and giving the man behind her a show better than he had seen in all his years of living even if it was just a simple whine of her waist, she was gonna make it look as sexy as it could be as her mini dress rode up the cup of her ass with every swirl. She didn’t care.

“No panties?”

He asks as his hands trail up the front of her thighs, breath warm against the neck he had riddled hickeys on seconds ago. His voice was deep, a new york accent prevalent all throughout that made her pussy scream fuck me till the sun up, or at least till I tell you to fuck off.

She shakes her head slowly and licks her lips, her crimped curls falling into her face as she continued to whine up against him, pulling him closer behind her by the back of his neck.

He didn’t even have to ask, really. He knew the feeling of pussy in his lap when he felt it, clothed or not.

“I was hoping later tonight i’d get this dress ripped off and fucked like I deserved to be”

He let out a low moan from her forwardness, his heart skipping a beat behind his rib cage and his hands gripping hard on her waist to help control the fluidness of her movements. She could just feel his hard dick against her ass, twitching underneath the restricting true religion jeans at each word she devilishly spoke to him.

As they danced, there were moans leaving their mouths that only they could hear, thumping in her core that only she could feel. His breathing against her ear had her hot with arousal, a large hand with fingers decorated with jewelry coming up to wrap around her throat and grip to keep her grinding just in the right place. She whimpers softly as her dancing stutters, the girl feeling a nudge at her entrance from his erection.

“Keep doing that shit imma have to fuck you right in the middle of this club, ma” He spoke against her ear again, pressing harder against her. Without any other thought, she nodded needly as if he had asked her instead, earning a smack to her ass that would have made her almost stumble forward if it wasn’t for him holding her back against his chest.

“Outside. Now”

There was bass in his voice, just enough to make her quickly break away from him to follow instructions.

He watched every single step, her dress repeating rolling up the curve of her ass on each click of the six inchers her feet were screaming to get out of, but she would just have to ignore it for the night. Making it to the bathroom in the heels wasn’t even the hard part, it was actually staying up right in them when getting pounded standing up.

Fucking in a bathroom hallway wasn’t ideal, but they couldn’t wait to get to her apartment, his, or even his car.

One leg lifted and held up on his shoulder with her back against a wall, his hands gripped onto her waist to keep her in place as her hands grabbed a hold of his biceps. Thank god for flexibility gained by her stretching that morning.

She heard the sound of his chains clanking against his chest and felt the cold material of them against her leg with every movement in, the feeling of cool metal on her skin being just enough to add onto her pleasure.

“Give it to me!”

She begged breathlessly and he gladly obliged, slightly bending his knees to hit that secret spot that had her toes curling into her shoes. At any point anyone could walk out and see them. See her bent and surrendering to him. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Say my name, ma”

She didn’t even know the niggas name, but her immediate response was—

“DADDY!”

And he happily accepted it. The tip of his dick effortlessly found her gspot in no time and he wasted nothing to continue to press up against it, leaving her a babbling mess. It was like he had broken free a dam, pussy responding to his beck and call by soaking him and pulling him deeper.

He curses under his breath, praising her on how good she was taking him with no prep beforehand.

“You’re so fucking deep!”

Her tummy swirled when she felt the tip of him sit at the button of her belly button, her eyes widening.

“That’s how you like it, right? Lemme know, baby, I wanna make this pussy get right”

He moans, his lips brushing against hers just before he pecks them once to get his fix.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck!”

He made her forget she had free will to cover her mouth as she did truly wonder about the volume of her voice right now even with music playing, but she was too caught up in the strokes he was delivering, a sudden slow swirl of his hips to reposition himself followed by a hard press into her that filled her to the brim taking all of her breath away. He could listen to her whimpering like that for hours.

“I know, baby, I know. Let that shit out, I wanna feel that pussy cum for me”

He encouraged her, a lopsided grin growing on his face as he watched her completely lose it. He himself couldn’t even contain a manageable volume, but he also didn’t care like she did. He was gonna make his noise regardless. Let her know that pussy was good.

“When we done imma need that number, ma. You call me whenever, aight?” He spoke in between doing his damage, his eyes now focusing on where they met.

She moans in agreement since that was all she could really do without her voice breaking. He understood because he could feel the choking squeeze of her walls, her cream sticking to his balls and making the clapping sound way more apparent. He could feel that ribbon in his lower stomach slowly, but surely begin to tighten and his love sounds started to get more fluent.

“Pretty ass face, good fuckin’ pussy. You deserved some dick tonight, ma”

“You hear that shit? Wet ass pussy”

“Let daddy get you that nut, baby, wet that dick up”

The sounds of his deep voice set off throbbing in her clit and she only needed one more thing to push her over the edge again, and he supplied exactly what was needed.

He looks into her eyes with intention to break her and lets go of one side of her hip, bringing his thumb to her mouth and allowing her to suck. She did so proudly, bobbing her head and humming out moans until he pulled out and pressed the pad of his thumb against her aching clit, rubbing small circles.

“Oh- Oh shit! I’m-“

She shuttered before her knee buckled and her head flew back, thankfully a few inches away from a wall so she didn’t hurt herself. He caught her and made sure she stayed up right, still playing with her clit as his hips bucked and stuttered in sync with hers, his own release triggered by the tightening of her warm walls. There was no pulling out from then, He would have just had to make sure he bought her a pill the next morning.

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💌~ i deadass can’t tell if i like this or not and it’s bugging me 💀 hopefully yall fw it tho. Had to go back to my roots with an og rq cause nobody like answering me apparently! (apart from the two babes that did, love yall down <3)

[rocklees-wife]

Irritated that I can't favorite the "Black Reader" tag on AO3 because it's an additional tag. How the hell does "underage sex" get a dedicated spot but I can't favorite Black reader?!

[krewekreep]

How He Would Really Be (or) Baby Daddy Red Flags

I might also name this Baby Daddy Red Flags 😂😭 I don’t know

Actually this is gonna be a lil fun text post series that’s slightly fan fic but moreso a Drabble that’s acknowledges our collective delusion. It comes from a tumblr experience I had I’ll elaborate on and link later:

First Off: Alucard (Hellsing / Hellsing Ultimate)

He’s an OG baby daddy tbh (I’m black I know I’m using og wrong, it’s been butchered beyond redemption. Oh well. 😭) he’s truly part of my “damn this type is not good for me in real life.” (LMAOAOAO)

I love yall but alucard (hellsing) is so overtly and dangerously yandare (one of my main men so im not judging) but I am amused by coding to him to be “mean to everyone but me” if he in character grew that true of a bond with you. 1. You’re never going outside or out of his site like actually 2. You could do whatever you want INSIDE but like don’t try to leave 😭 3. You’re literally never gonna be independent again like fuck him just eavesdropping all the time he’s gonna be lurching over you so bad your back is to his chest every other step 😭

I can absolutely see him getting “mad” at you when his affection INEVITABLY gets overwhelming. I could see Alucard wanting to dress you, bathe you, and while it can seem hot that’s pretty…👀 he also would absolutely put you in a situation you think he won’t save you from but does. Likewise any public outing requires hand holding the entire time. Don’t worry he’s strong enough to maneuver you as he needs but I get annoyed when men just use their strength randomly with me 😭 not negative but like okay big boy wtf 😂

He’d throw you to the wolves and have you likely in some real ass traumatizing fake dangerous scenarios to save you and make you that much more dependent on him. This is literally Vlad the Impaler (for those who watched Ultimate, plus that form is genuinely so fucking hot omfg.) he lowkey did this to Sera mind you 😭 he literally will let Anderson scare the fuck out of you cause they’ll both have the hidden agenda of mutual amusement (like their literally bros if they stopped being intolerant of each other LMAOAOA)

That is a man of overreaction, self indulgence, self righteousness, and performance…have fun. 😀

Again…you think he gonna let you have any freedom? Your choices will be faux independent my loves. You’re his and I imagine (me @ 12 Jesus I needed another baptism) you likely wanna be his 😭 but yeah girl all men are burdens he’ll just be a really parental, controlling one. Plus he old as hell and will likely wanna lecture your young mortal ways like ew shut up grandpa. Only way out is linking up with Sera and Integra. Sera will sneak you out and have safe fun with and Integra will be sure to demand Alucard leave you both alone. You’ll be supported and protected but def link up with the girlies to keep him in check.

(This actually literally amuses me so much and feels very sex in the city for no reason lmaoo) + who else is actually gonna be the worst to be with? (Gojo, all tea all shade)

[bed-chemist]

all-american bitch ★ faceclaims

Liberty Washington

Ryan Destiny

Agent Jordan

Michael B. Jordan (himself: secret service au)

Ellis Washington

Marsai Martin

Agent Idris

Damson Idris (himself: secret service au)

Hudson Washington

Caleb McLaughlin

Agent Flynn

Rome Flynn (himself: secret service au)

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

Loyalties chapter 16🔞

Master list

CW: please check master list for warning. This starts off NSFW so the whole thing is under a cut.

Bambi felt like she was drowning with the way John kept kissing her. She couldn't get a breath in from the way he kept plunging his dick into her. Every nerve ending was screaming for mercy and this had to be some type of punishment for earlier. Maybe she shouldn't have answered that phone call but it was her Sophia and Ananiah calling her. The growling threats, in hindsight, she shouldn't have ignored but she did.

John's hand was wrapped around her neck, a protective caution so that he wouldn't bite down and mark her. It really didn't matter though, his face, his lips were pressed close to her neck, nose buried between his fingers. He snapped his hips into her with a primal urgency, an animalistic claim just on the borderline of becoming a reality. He was not gentle, he was not sweet, he very much had something to prove and unfortunately he wanted- no- needed to prove it, and the point was for Bambi to get. John was far from insecure, he was not one to be cowed easily, he didn't survive life this long by being soft and timid. Still though, watching his Bambi smile at the bastard made him seethe with rage. It was a nasty rage that his alpha had succumbed to, any rational thought he had went right out the window. It didn't matter that she had rebuffed him, it didn't matter that she was mostly interested in telling her nieces to be careful and not aim those realistic pistols with orange caps at each other.

No, the real issue was that his Bambi, after he hung up the video call for her, looked at him with a frown. She raised the corner of her lip and bared her fangs at him, her alpha, and said “John, he unfortunately is close to Xavier and the kids in my family. I'm choosing to be cordial for the sake of peace, especially since he is staying with my pack for a while.”

She may as well have said, ‘John you're an idiot and I'm stringing you and your pack along.’

So he wanted to show her that she was his, even though there was no mark, he already decided it for her, for all of them really. He crashed his lips against hers to swallow her screams and moans. The clutch of her cunt around him was euphoric, she did her best to arch into him, trying to wriggle away from him. His grip was like a bear trap on her waist as he yanked her into each one of his thrusts. The sound of wet slapping echoed in the room, her screams turned into whimpers.

“Please John…” Bambi whispers when she turns her head to the side. “I can't cum again, I-” She chokes on her words and groans in bliss instead. She grips onto him tightly, doing her best to hold on and take him. It's cruel and they both know it, it's cruel to use sex in this fashion, to use their pleasure as a reminder of the fact they will belong to each other. The way her brown eyes roll back into her head lets him know it's what she needed. She needed him to claim her, express his dominance and let her know she was his. A not so gentle reminder that it will be his mark she will be wearing at the end of the year.

She keeps her legs wrapped around his hips, heels digging into his flesh. Nails scraping down his arms and the back of his neck, red trails left their wake. He knows the marks will turn into welts, a show of her affection, proof that it really is him that will always have her like this.

Bambi is sure she is going to die if she cums again. She's hot and sweaty, weak and delusional from pleasure. Maybe she hears John say “You can take it” maybe she does not. All she knows is that her body has been yanked into another orgasm. It's awful how this man has carved out a permanent spot in her insides for his dick and himself and decided to fill her up with God knows what to keep his emotions in her. Her pussy does its best to clench and relax in a rhythm that makes sense to help him get to his finish, but nothing makes sense. His rhythm is discordant, and she feels like this is an out of body experience. All she can do is kiss him on the face, endure the scratch of his facial hair against her skin, her omega hindbrain begs for her to submit to him. She's excited from the rough treatment, she's a traitor really and when she gets her right brain back, they will be having a talk about this.

John stills his body after a few sloppy thrusts, he has enough sense to avoid knotting her. He knows he shouldn't, but his alpha whispers in the back of his mind, ‘She's yours, she is pack, do it.’ And he does. It's almost instant how Bambi seizes up and clutches onto him, her orgasm rips through her and she shakes. He can hear her wheezing and trying to get her breath under control. The hand around her throat loosens up and she slumps into the bed, releasing him.

John isn't sure who it is that speaks first but now she is crying. His Bambi is stuck on his knot, and she is crying.

“Shh, it's okay sweetheart.” He kisses away her tears and rubs her arms, trying to soothe her. His thoughts are lucid now, his alpha calm from knowing they are stuck together, even if her IUD is in the way of getting her with child. “You're okay, I didn't hurt you did I?”

Bambi is quiet and staring up at the ceiling through her tears, “The next time you place your hand around my throat…I'll kill you.” Her words are shaky from trying to breathe and talk at the same time.

She won't look at him, so he carefully rolls over, the tug of his knot makes her whine. He lays on his back and holds her closely on top of him. His hand plays in her hair, this pretty pink wig is ruined and he knows that first thing in the morning, she will be demanding to get her hair done. The silence between them is tense, there are unsaid words and unresolved issues but he waits for her to say something first. After what seems like forever, he sighs, “Bambi-”

“John, shut up.” She sighs, “I told you from the get go that I wasn't interested in my ex and you still let your ego get the best of you.”

“I didn't let my ego get the best of anything.” He pressed his lips to her forehead and breathed in their combined scent. “Also, if the bastard is going to be around your home, your pack, then he needs to know you are not up for grabs. To be honest I don't even want you within two meters of him.”

“So you don't trust me?” She says, “How is this going to work if you don't trust me?”

“I trust you. Just not the situation.” He thinks back to how Malik had warned him at the party. “Why won't Malik make him leave?”

“Malik doesn't want any infighting right now. Things since our parents' passing have been rough.” Leaning up a bit she meets his gaze, “My father, from my understanding, hired König and his pack to work for the company before he died. They were close on the business end, even after he and I didn't work out. I don't know what type of consulting he does for Temple Ballistics but I do know that Malik needs the man and Xavier works with him often.” She lays her head back on his chest and plays with his chest hair. “I don't like it, but the girls like their godfather, and for the sake of peace and to support Malik I will tolerate his presence…but you need to trust me and not act so damn volatile. You're a man, not some knothead.”

John snorts, having the decency to be even slightly ashamed. “Next time, when I tell you to do something…as your alpha I want you to do it.”

Bambi didn't say anything to that, instead she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep. His knot couldn't deflate fast enough.

Earlier that day

“Bambi, Sweetheart, I hope you aren't working.” John says as he watches his darling omega type away on her phone. He's done some digging on what public relation managers do and how they work. Always on their laptop or phone, making some type of call or watching social media for trends and breaking news to either capitalize on or run interference on. He watches as she licks at her glossy lips, eating the third application of lip gloss in the past ten minutes. Her knee is bouncing, nerves shot probably. The night before she couldn't sleep and tossed and turned before she asked him for help.

He helped her of course, ate her out till she was slumped and twitching from over stimulation. She went down easy, cuddled into his arms with a blissful smile. It was how it should be, in his opinion anyway. His Sweetheart, his Bambi, sleeping safely in the same house as her alphas. Maybe Simon had a point in not wanting her to work? He can see the stress lines in her forehead as she snarls and frowns at her phone.

“I'm not working.” She grumbles, “I'm trying to figure out why exactly I have extra people at my house who aren't leaving.” She tosses down her phone and leans back in the kitchen chair. She runs her fingers through her hair and inspects the ends of the pink strands. “And to top it all off, I want this wig off and I don't have Symphony to do my hair.”

John hums and smiles, “Do you want me to pay for that?” He is sitting next to her and pulls her chair closer to his. He watches as she pouts at him and he thinks it cute.

“That would require a trip to the hair store. I'd need to find a stylist…but honestly I'm feeling that my hair needs to breathe so a trip to the salon would be better.” She eyes him suspiciously, “and my nails have grown out too.”

He laughs and leans in to kiss her on the lips. It is a light one, “Fine. After we finish our outing, we will do whatever it is you want. I'm sure if you ask nicely, Soap will get his nails done with you.”

Bambi nods her head, her phone dings again and she glances at it with a frown. John takes her phone and slips it into his pocket with a sweet smile. She gives him an incredulous look as if to say ‘give it back’. Naturally he doesn't and he nudges her out of her seat towards the door. Bambi complies with a laugh and a pouty little eye roll.

“Where are we going today John?” She asks, “and where did the guys run off to?”

He grabs his keys and shoots her smile, “I sent the boys ahead of us to get everything ready.”

She raises an eyebrow at him in amusement, “You guys like the DIY dates don't you?”

John laughs and gently laces his fingers between hers and pulls her out of the apartment. “Simon may have said that you enjoyed being outdoors, and then I had the brilliant idea to figure out what type of outdoors you enjoyed.”

She looks down at their hands as they make their way to the elevator. The way his callused hand fits hers so perfectly makes her heart flutter and she brings his hand up to her lips and kisses his knuckles. It's an action she hasn't done in forever, but it feels just as natural to do it to him. She watches as he smiles sweetly at her, those blue eyes sparkle like water and her hindbrain preens at the love struck look he gives her. It's only been barely a month, and she knows she's falling hard and fast for the four of them. She dutifully ignores her common sense, the vision of seeing Maverick and Malik in Kyle and John. She ignores the sweet looks that Simon and Johnny give each other over her head when she is squished between the two of them. She ignores her fear, because the stubborn part of her wants to try again, even if this is a bad idea.

It's new to her really, with König, he never even allowed Horangi or Nikto near him in any intimate way. They didn't lay on each other, didn't hold hands, did not give each other looks of adoration and love. From the outside looking in, one could almost say they weren't a pack. Bambi knew though, their blood ties forged through whatever horrors they've seen on the killing fields that KorTac rented them out to. The three of them did allow room for pats on the back, shoulders, maybe even a playful shove. Mostly they threatened each other, insults that they would not allow for outsiders to say to them, they were a forced association pack and they like all packs of association didn't like each other at first. Still blood of the covenant or something something thicker than water, held them together and some group trauma bonding welds them all at the seams.

They didn't love and cherish each other the way John, Simon, Kyle and Johnny did. These four alphas clearly loved each other, and they wanted her in their pack. They wanted her between them, on them, and always near them. Their lips are always on her forehead, hands gripping her cheeks, but while the omega in her purrs and soaks in the adoration, her more sober thoughts want to ask “Are you four scared or do you really want me?”

She won't ask that though. Not when these four have surprised her with a gorgeous spring day at the park that has a rather large pond. There is a blanket and pillows laid out, a pretty parasol open to keep the sun out of her eyes. It looks like one of those aesthetic picnics people post on Instagram and she itches to snap a few pictures and do just that. Johnny and Kyle are already laying there, limbs tangled together watching the clouds drift by. Simon is nearby feeding the ducks and when he spots John and Bambi he makes his way over.

“I'm saying you're full of it Soap.” Kyle laughs, “none of those clouds look even remotely close to the shape of space ships.”

“Ye've got nae an ounce ‘f imagination mate.” He laughs, “Bonnie!” He sits up and pulls Bambi right into the middle of them, “Look up an’ tell Kyle tha I'm right.”

She looks up at the clouds and squints at them. She was never one for cloud watching, but maybe they were shapes. “They all look like dollops of whip cream to me.”

“Of course Dove is thinking about sweets. Did eating an entire spray can of whipped cream last night not make you happy?” Kyle presses his face into her neck and sighs. He acts as if he could get high off of the scent of her.

“Most of it ended up on Johnny and the kitchen floor. None of it was on the ice cream you begged me to go get Princess.” Simon grumbled and nudged Johnny over so he could lay down and stare at the sky too. “The clouds look like hand grenades.”

Both Kyle and Johnny groan and John laughs. Bambi rolls her eyes at Simon and huffs, “You could have told me no.”

“Hmm, and deal with your tantrum?” He scoffs, “I'd rather eat nails.”

Bambi only hums and snickers, “You act as if I held you hostage.”

“No.” John says, “But when you pout and do the little thing with the corner of your lip it may as well be a hostage situation.” he's smiling when he says this, the corners of his eyes crinkle.

The breeze is gentle and it pushes the clouds overhead around. Summer is around the corner, and Bambi can feel it in her bones. The urge to be near water is strong, but she doesn't count the pond they all laze near as a suitable body of water. The conversation has turned towards idle subjects, talks about how Johnny's birth pack is, questions on if Kyle's parents are doing okay. She listens because she's learning, nobody asks about Simon's family, and they all carefully ask about John's people but make no mention of an elderly father, just a mother and a few relatives.

“Bambi?” Kyle asks.

“Hm?” She reaches out and grabs his hand. She traces the few scars on him and meets his gaze.

“I know I shouldn't ask, but how does your pack work?” He furrows his brow, “I've been reading about different pack structures that appear on your side of the pond.”

Bambi shrugs her shoulders, “Malik is the eldest alpha, I'm the only dominant omega. After my father and mother died, leading fell on him and me.” She turned and looked back at the sky. “Me and him aren't old enough to lead anything or anyone really. Extended pack members worry about us, they worry about the company, they worry about things and offer their two cents often with no offer for help or change.”

“Sounds complicated.” Johnny says, he's stretched out, his arms and legs draped over her and somehow also Simon. He's more like a starfish really.

“Not really.” She laughs, “My pack has the money, we are the main line. Everybody else are like cousins and associates going back generations. My great great grandfather made it big and everyone he was close with got to get out of poverty too and the rest is history.”

Kyle raises an eyebrow, “So you're like what old money?”

“No, more like new money I guess. But if you must know, at the end of the year, if we decide to mark each other, the legality of our pack will be weird.” She sighs, “You'd be like Symphony's and Gloria's packs, associated with us and any kids we have I would have to legally have them be Castello for the sake of lineage reasons.”

John sat up and looked at Bambi, the look he gave her was not a happy or understanding one. He was clearly putting two and two together, “I think that will be a conversation we have in the future.”

“Hmm sure we can have-” She's interrupted by the sound of her phone going off. It's a sweet little nondescript tune of flutes and harps. “Can I have my phone John?”

He digs in his pocket and hands her the phone. He catches the glimpse of the name Sophia and a string of pink hearts. Bambi answers the video call and everyone is greeted with squeals from the little girls.

“Aunty look!” Sophia's voice rings out, “Uncle got us guns!”

“Those are paintball guns, Soso.” Bambi laughs, she sits up so she doesn't have to keep the phone hovering above her face. “Please don't point them at people's faces.”

“Aunty, daddy says that if I aim, it should be to kill.” Sophia says in a matter of fact kind of way.

“Please no, ignore that man.” Bambi pointedly ignores the laughter coming from Simon and Johnny or the gasp of concern from Kyle.

“Look, it has my name on it.” She holds up the paintball gun and she's all smiles, “I have a better aim than Niah.”

“Nu uh!” The phone gets snatched and it's Ananiah front and center “I have better aim, uncle Kökö says so himself!” She glances over her shoulder and shouts something in German. Then her wide brown eyes sparkle with mischief, “When are you coming home? Because there's a surprise here for you!” The grin on her face is wide and bright.

“It's a surprise Niah.” Sophia pushes herself back into frame, both girls are squished together, “Daddy says that you're gonna love it but mom says it'll send you into a fit.”

“Ihr beiden Häschen redet zu viel.” The phone gets taken. König is now looking at her. There is a cold chill and heated looks that Bambi feels on her. König tilts his head slightly, her old pink scarf still wrapped around his face, exposing only his eyes. “Dein kleiner Wutanfall wird bald vorbei sein, oder?" (You two bunnies talk too much. Your little tantrum will be over soon, right?)

Bambi gets to her feet and hurriedly walks off towards the pond. She ignores the stern sound of her name as John gets up to follow her. She power walks and glances over her shoulder at John and hisses for him to stay back. Then she looks back at her phone.

“Du bist wirklich ärgerlich. Wem hast du den Arsch geleckt, um die Erlaubnis zu bekommen, im Haus meines Rudels zu bleiben?” (You're really aggravating. Whose ass did you lick to get permission to stay in my pack's house?) Her own German is stilted by her American accent, but it flows from her like second nature.

König laughs, there's a longing look to his eyes and his voice has that light teasing tone to it, “Das erste, was ich tue, wenn du zu Hause bist, ist, dir die Einstellung aus dem Leib zu ficken und dich mit meinem Blut und Sperma zu bedecken.” (The first thing I'm doing when you are home, is fucking the attitude out of you and covering you in my blood and sperm.)

It's clear that Bambi is not impressed by his words. She finds them crass, gross, and unfortunately it makes her cheeks warm and she is thankful that blushing isn't visible on her face. She arches an eyebrow and says, “Put the girls back on and supervise them properly. I don't need them getting hurt.”

“Hang up the call.” John says, he is behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist. He glares at the phone and at the man on the other end.

“Hm…interesting Kitz. I find it odd that you have decided to be a pack breeder. You know you are more deserving than to be passed around.” König has always had a way with words and getting under her skin. He was mean that way when he wanted her to hurt whenever she did something he didn't like.

‘And the fucker said that in English on purpose.’ She thinks in anger. But before she says anything, John is already snatching the phone and hanging it up. She's not sure what to be mad about first. The subtle insult that König said or the fact that John hung up her phone and took it, he just decided that the conversation was over.

“When I tell you to do something you do it Bambi.” It's the first time in a while he has said her name. Usually it's Sweetheart and it's said with a saccharine tone that drips just a bit in a patronizing way that almost exposes his dated view of hierarchy.

She turns to face him, “Excuse you!”

John's poker face is stone still and perfect. The two of them stare at each other and Bambi knows he is expecting her to bare her neck to his ire. She holds firm though and ignores her own instincts to apologize for raising her own voice. When neither of them makes a move, John hums in thought.

“Do you allow him to speak with you like that?” John breaks the silence.

“No, I don't allow anyone to disrespect me without consequences.” She crosses her arms, “And where do you get off taking my phone?”

“I ordered you to do something and you ignored it.”

“I'm not inclined to listen to you order me around. You are courting me. You are not my alpha and I'm not one of your little soldiers!” She stomped her foot and glared at him. “I don't even let Malik just order me around like that!”

“Last time I checked, you're very much mine.” There's an itch that needs to be scratched in the back of John's thoughts. He's offended that someone even hinted that he would use Bambi as a pack breeder. He's irritated that the German fuck looks at Bambi as if she's an option for him. He knows that look, full of playful want and smugness over the fact that there's a history there. He sighs and reels in his building possessiveness as best as he can. “Sweetheart” he begins, but she cuts him off.

“John, he unfortunately is close to Xavier and the kids in my family. I'm choosing to be cordial for the sake of peace, especially since he is staying with my pack for a while.” She places her hand on his chest, she's trying to placate him, deescalate the both of them. Bambi gives a small frown and she slides her hand up to rest on his neck, right at his scent gland.

It is the first time she has ever touched him there and John sighs. The alpha that is growling in the back of his mind isn't so easily soothed. He knows the moment they get home, his craving of putting her in her place will be strong. In his pack he controls everything, that sense of control has saved his men countless of times. It's relaxed his inner pup countless times, when he is able to dictate every little detail. It's why he has survived as long as he has and clawed his way up the ranks and made a name for himself. It's why people rarely question him, his need for control has helped him get what he wants and it has never failed.

“Fine Sweetheart. Let's go back to the others and we will revisit this conversation later.” He leans down and presses a chaste kiss to her lips. It calms him just a bit. But the second they get back home, he is pulling her into his arms, for a gentle reminder that she is his.

Kyle stands in the doorway to John's room. He was a bit concerned when they got home and John kissed him on the cheek. A murmured request to wait outside his door and check on him and Bambi every few minutes. He could scent the nerves on John, he always got antsy when he felt slighted. Usually his nerves were rattled by work, maybe an unwanted mission that promises to last longer than four months could make him feel this way. Interactions with his superiors could maybe make his eyes twitch. This though, the sound of that harshness of German and Bambi ignoring his demand for her to stop that conversation got him out of character. Kyle suspects it's because he doesn't like the idea of Bambi even knowing a mercenary. None of them like it really, but they've already asked Kate to check and see if König really does work for Temple Ballistics and Weaponry, and unfortunately the search came back positive. The former mercenary really does work for the Castello family, sources say that his contract was bought out and that's all there is.

He doesn't understand the timeline or even why his Dove would be near the man. From how her family acts towards him, he can understand why John's hackles were raised. Those two little girls had laughed when he spoke German to them, they were learning his language. Their own Dove was able to rebuttal easily, though she tripped here and there in her words, accent very clearly showing that she learned later in life. It was clear that she learned in preparation to welcome him into her life permanently and now her bilingualism is a relic of a failed relationship and also the omen of embers that aren't fully snuffed out.

“John, is she sleeping?” Kyle carefully steps into the room and approaches the bed. His eyes trail over their naked bodies. Bambi has bite marks peeking from the inside of her thighs, fingerprint shaped bruises on her waist, which is a feat because brown skin doesn't show bruises easily. He thinks the marks of ownership are gorgeous and he wants a matching set on his own body from John and he also wants to leave marks on their omega as well.

“She is asleep, yes.” He answers him quietly. He is dragging his fingers up her spine lightly, periodically resting his hand on the back of her neck. His thumb caressing her scent gland, before making the trail back to her hip. “Do you want to join us?”

Kyle doesn't need to be told twice before he is climbing in bed next to his alpha. He inhales the scent of sex, their combined musk makes him relax against John. “She was very upset during your conversation with her.”

John doesn't say anything but nods in agreement, “She needed reassurance that she would really belong to us and that we want her.” He doesn't mention any of the other unsavory things she hissed at him. How he said that she was theirs and how she didn't want to be kept around as a pack breeder. She was bothered by what was said to her. Kyle didn't need to know that though.

“She really thinks that or did you let your temper get the best of you?” Kyle snuggled up to him and began to trace patterns on Bambi's back, his fingers brushed against John's and then he held his hand.

“A bit of both.” He closes his eyes, “We'll get everything sorted in the morning. All of us and then this issue shouldn't happen again.”

Kyle closes his own eyes he's only slightly worried about that conversation.

A.N: Merry Christmas and Yuletide everyone. This chapter kicked my ass lol. I had a vision and I'm glad it worked out. I was just trying something new and I hope it paid off especially with how I wrote the main chunk of this chapter as a flashback with altering povs. There are some parts that need to be read carefully. That being said if you need something explained don't be afraid to slide into my inbox and ask.

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