#blackreader fic

[slippinninque]

🎄A Small Exchange 🎁

Terry Richmond x blackfemreader

In which Terry hopes for the best

Warnings: Fluff!! Self indulgent fic, soft!Terry, may need some edits

It’s been a nearly half a year since Terry has joined this club and he’s never been as unprepared to face you as he was now. This went beyond tangled yarn and nonsensical stitch counts...

The gift bag hung from his fingers. Pretty and heavy and decorated with a festive scene staring field mice having a lovely dinner. Aside from the main attraction that he made with his own two hands–Terry threw in a few other festive trinkets. Christmas socks, a candle, a box of chocolates is as far as he got before his cousin took a away his shopping basket.

Across the small room he watched you help a youngster with their tangled hook. You had little wreaths as earrings, antlers, and a painted nose that went perfectly with your chunky knit sweater and fleece leggings. Dressed perfectly for both the low temperatures and incoming holiday–Terry was nearly on his knees from every adorable jingle-jangle that came from you.

All too soon it was his turn. Facing your encouraging smile as he waved him closer, wondering aloud who the lucky person was before the bag was nearly shoved into your hands. Terry stood at attention and two near by regular attendees crowded close as well.

The blanket was made to Terry’s size. He wanted to be sure that you remained warm. This made the blanket queen-sized–he realized the scale when you unfurled it and oop-ed at the plop of fabric onto the carpeted floor.

The others in their circle ooh-ed and Oh, Terry!-ed when you held up the blanket he’s spent the last two months crocheting just for you. Terry’s hands locked tighter before him as he felt his face heat up at the praise.

It was just like the picture you shared to the group nearly half a year ago. More or less. A soft, blushy middle circle fading into a solid, square frames. Instead of the light blues and pinks, Terry went with a soft purples of varying shades that he imagined would be beautiful against your skin. 

Terry realized that you were staring at him now, mouth agape. 

“Erm, I may have been a bit heavy handed with the increases…” he cleared his throat and you snickered, coming out of your speechlessness.

“I–Terry–this…”

He took a step towards you but turned to the rest of the crochet circle you lead. Eyes, bespectacled and otherwise, moved away as enthusiastic gift exchanging continued around the both of you. You looked at him and laughed again, embarrassed. Gathering the blanket back, you nodded towards two chairs and a small popup table pulled a little bit away from the group’s main spot.

Terry exhaled deliberately through his nose then followed. Terry laid his life on his iron sights more than once but never had he felt the energy coursing through him now. Wanting your approval, torn between not wanting to get his hopes too high but craving your thoughts on his work. 

Ever since you made him pay for not moving from a reserved seat for one of your students, you shoved a hook in his hand and dared him to put it down. Literally.

“I mean, unless you want to be the scary-frown man to the incoming grannies?” 

He realized how childish he was being by refusing to move from the seat, but he was too deep in enjoying your wit. Dry as ice can be when annoyed, warm as smiling cheeks when happy. It’s what kept him coming back to your Crochet Club every chance he got, until he had a lopsided scarf all of his own.

It was then time for another project and once the idea for a gift for you appeared–Terry couldn’t shake it. 

“I can’t believe you did this…I am…'thank you’ isn’t enough.” You said to him, placing the fluffy monstrosity onto the table, “It’s going directly to my bed when I get home.”

“It’s only a compliment to your teaching.”

“Oh no, this is something about that stubbornness of yours–” You trailed off and your eyes squinted at him. Terry returned the squint, the corners of his mouth twitching.

“What?”

“...Were you pretending to be that bad in the beginning or were you playing with me this whole time?”

“What would you say? Do I seem the type to play helpless?” 

“Okay Mr. Ergomatic grip. You know no one else in the group uses one–

“Yes. I kno–

“Not even  Ms. Sheila…”

Terry rose a brow at you and put a hand warningly onto the blanket, face cool but his eyes crinkled at the corners. Undeterred by his impressive poker face, you held onto the plush corners and pleaded for his forgiveness.

“No, no! Okay, I’m sorry–your old-man hook is the coolest, I swear!”

“Mhm. I don’t think I believe you.” 

“Wait, here–maybe this can buy me back my Christmas miracle…”

Terry rose a brow as he watched you crouch down to grab a polar bear printed bag from beneath the table. You cleared your throat a bit, glancing over your shoulder a bit before offering it to him with two hands.

He…honestly wasn’t expecting you to have a gift for him. The group exchanged gifts at different points of the month and he's seen you give out something to just about everyone that you could catch attending.

Money being funny, deals being too good to pass up, or even a novelty item that reminded you of your favorite weirdo. It’s led to Terry getting an assortment of things from the others that leaves warmth in his chest when glances one in his home.

Terry barely looked into the bag stuffed with tissue paper before diving in, pulling out a luxurious cardigan. Dark olive and made of what Terry would guess is cashmere, he was at a loss for words when he held it to the light. Were the stitches sparkling? Or was that just his excitement?

As you went on about how it was cashmere and it took a lot of guessing of his size, Terry only wanted one thing…

He shrugged out of the jacket he still wore. Down to only a long sleeve, the cardigan settled on his form nicely. Terry didn’t feel himself smiling as he smoothed down the length of the cardigan, then held out his arms to note the sleeves ended right here he preferred. Rising his arms next, Terry could not feel a draft as he normally would have if wearing the standard fit.

Your voice was shy as you asked, “How’s it feeling?” 

“It fits perfectly.” Terry had to stop himself from rubbing along the sides of the cardigan, only to discover–

“It has pockets!” He looked down in surprise as his hands slipped into the squares and you laughed, delighted as you confirmed that it indeed had pockets. 

Now it was Terry’s turn to be speechless. He could picture your hook flying through the yarn, your glasses perched low on your nose as you either listened to a friend or podcast. Hundreds and hundreds of stitches done by you personally, all because you had Terry in mind. 

He was sure that, at some point, you both probably had a spool of yarn in your laps as you thought about each other. Terry knew he had you in mind with every step--all the way to hoping and praying the yarn wouldn't be too stressed up against his callouses.

He wondered what you were thinking of when sewing those pockets at the perfect height to meet his hands.

The two of you watched each other now, touched but unable to find the words. It was a sweet tension that Terry has never felt before and from the way you’re looking at him–Terry wanted to know what you were thinking. Surrounded by the sounds of merriment of the others and the Christmas music playing, it made him feel bold.

“Not sure what you have planned after this,” Terry said, “But I…was considering Ms.Sheila’s suggestion on seeing the Christmas lights on 3rd avenue."

“There’s a pretty spot there that’s 24/7 that does breakfast-for-dinner like no other.”

“Hm. Sounds just fine to me.”

The smile on your space begged to be kissed but Terry settled for reaching out and tweaking an antler, it's bright ringing matching the twinkle in your eyes.

You startled at remembering the rest of the world when the playlist went from a slow and jazzy to a startling pop rendition of O, Holy Nights. Terry smiled to himself as he watched you hurry over to the group that has loosely started twisting yarn without the two of you, the knowing glances and cheeky grins following after your flustered motions. 

Terry looked down at the gift in his hands and with the thought of what was to come–he entered the circle after you.

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⭐ending notes:⭐ it was a bit hard to feel festive this year, so sorry for being MIA for a bit! 🥹Here is my first Terry Richmond fic as a gift that I hope you all enjoy! I couldnt get the image of this big beautiful menace with yarn and a hook in his hands 🤣 please comment and reblog! Would y'all like more about him from me?

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[panjakes]

Can I get this fluff where Namjoon and the reader are parents(they have like three kids) and Namjoon takes them to Disney world and the kids are really excited so they’re going wild and it stresses Namjoon out😭😭Thank you🫶🏼

“Daddy I hungry!”

“Daddy I have to use the bathroom!”

Namjoon sighs shaking his head. He was currently at Disney world with his family but his wife was no where to be found

“Daddy’s where’s mommy?”

“I don’t know baby” he says pulling out his phone to call her but immediately stops when his son in the stroller started crying

“Daddy Coby’s crying”

Namjoon sighs looking down at his daughter who looked up at him with her big brown eyes

“Thank you Akilah, try and calm him down please” he says dialing his wife’s phone. He looks around and noticed that he’s missing a child.

“Nailah?? Nailah?! Akilah where’s your sister?!” He asks

“I don’t know” she says playing with her brothers feet

“Hello?!”

“Yn?! Where the hell are you?!” He asks into the phone looking around for his other child

“I’m at the food stand. I’m hungry” she says making Namjoon sigh

“What food stand there are like forty different ones” Namjoon asks finally spotting Nailah walking over to her

“Uhh it’s blue and white” Yn says making Namjoon look around

“Stay there! Don’t move!” He says before hanging up. He quickly picks up Nailah who was poking at some things

“Hey!” She says

“Nailah what did mommy and daddy tell you about wondering off?” He asks walking back over to the stroller

“Uhh don’t do it because it’s dangerous?” She says

“Exactly! Don’t do it again!” He says putting her down next to the stroller

“Daddy I have to use the bathroom” Akilah says making Namjoon groan

“Kilah baby can you hold it?” He asks

“I don’t think so! I think I’ll pee of myself” she says hopping up and down.

“Okay come on” Namjoon says grabbing her hand and pushing the stroller. The walk up to the bathroom and Namjoon looks at the two small girls

“Nailah take your sister to the bathroom” Namjoon says

“Okay! Come on Kilah” she says taking her sisters hand and going into the bathroom.

Namjoon sighs sitting down on the bench outside pulling the stroller closer to him. He looks down at his son who was now calm and bitting on his fingers

“Who knew a trip to freaking Disney world would be so damn stressful” he mumbles

He shakes his head but quickly stops when he noticed his wife walking pass the bathroom

“Yn!” He shouts gaining her attention. She turns around looking at me before walking over

“Hey babe” she says

“Hey babe? Hey babe?!?! Yn where the hell were you?!” He asks

“I told you at the food stand” she says bitting into the Micky mouse waffle sandwich she was eating

“And how much was that?!” He asks

“I think about 15 dollars” she says shrugging

“You have got to be kidding me? Yn really?” He says

“What? I got you one too” she says handing him a bag

He stares at her before snatching the bag and pulling out the sandwhich

“Where are the girls?” Yn asks looking around

“The bathroom” Namjoon says bitting into the sandwich

Yn takes a piece of waffle from her sandwich and feed it to her son

“Was he good?” Yn asks

“He got fussy for a little bit but stoped when Akilah started playing with him” Namjoon admits

“Mommy!! Nilah almost fell into the toilet!” Akilah says giggling

“How nilah. How?!” Yn asks

“I’m too small for the toilet” Nilah says with a pout

“Now that we’re all here can we all STAY together?” Namjoon asks

“Of course! Come on let’s go ride some rides!” Yn says smiling causing the girls to cheer

The three of them join hands and run off causing Namjoon to sigh

“Didn’t I just say stick together?” Namjoon says quickly following behind his three girls

“Daddy can me and coby get on a ride together” Nilah asks

“No bubble bee Coby isn’t big enough” Namjoon says

“He can sit in my lap!” She says smiling

“Next time bubble bee, I promise” Namjoon says smiling

“Daddy I’m still hungry” Akilah says

“Okay what do you want to eat?” Namjoon asks

“A elephant ear!”Akilah says

“I want one too!”Nilah says excitedly

“No you don’t! You want it cause I do” Akilah says now annoyed

“So what??” Nilah says rolling her eyes

“Bubble bee be nice to your sister”Yn says

“I’m bubble bee she’s honey bee!” Nilah points out

“Babe just leave the nicknames too Me”Namjoon says

“Oh okay, you got it daddy” she says rolling her eyes

“Does Coby have a name?” Akilah asks

“He has Coby” Yn says

“Yeah but like that’s really close to his name” Nilah says

“Well let me think of one and he’ll have one by tonight” Namjoon says making the girl nod

“Can we get on the elephant mommy?” Akilah asks making Yn laugh

“His name is Dumbo and yeah come on!” Yn says running off with the two small girls

Namjoon sighs pushing the stroller as fast as he could

It was now nighttime and the family of five were about to watch the fireworks.

“Come on honeybee!! Wake up!” Namjoon says shaking Nilah who was slumped over in his arms. Yn held Akliah’s hand and Coby in her arms

“Leave her be” Yn says smiling

“But she’ll miss it!” Namjoon says pouting

“That’s her own fault” Akilah says licking at her ice cream while Colby looked around at all the bright lights around him

“Babe! Let’s take a picture!” Yn says reaching into the diaper bag pulling out the green Polaroid camera.

“Come on honey bee wake up! Just for the picture” Namjoon says

“No daddy I’m tired” she says rubbing at her eyes

“Take the picture and then you can sleep” Namjoon says

“Okay” she mumbles

A nearby women seen Namjoon struggling to take the picture

“I’ll take it for you!” She says

“Thank you so much” Namjoon says handing over the camera

“Smile honeybee!” Namjoon says kissing her cheek causing her to give a sleepy smile

“Aw you guys are so cute!” She says handing over the camera and picture

“Thank you” Yn says

They all look at the picture with smiles

“Look Coby! Look at your big ole head!” Yn says causing the baby boy to giggle

“Not cool. Stop talking about my son” Namjoon says making Yn laugh

“Daddy look! The fire works are going to start!” Akilah says pointing to the sky

The loud boom of the fireworks scares Nilah from her peaceful slumber.

She glares at Namjoon before pointing at the fireworks

“Make them stop daddy” she says making you giggle

“That’s out of his control Nilah stop being a baby and watch the fireworks” Akilah says rolling her eyes

“Bumblebee be nice to your sister” Namjoon says sternly

Akilah ignores them and continues to watch the fireworks with her mom and baby brother. When the fireworks were over the small family walked back to their room.

Namjoon being the person he is, booked a conjoined suite allowing the girls to have their own space and him and Yn with coby in the other space.

“Today was fun” Yn says patting coby on the back

“It was stressful but fun” Namjoon says sighing

“Stressful how?” Yn asks getting into the bed laying coby on her chest

“Uh you left me with the kids and I couldn’t find you. Our daughter kept walking off. Coby wouldn’t stop crying and you spent at least 200$ on food.” He says sighing making Yn laugh as she places coby on the bed between them

“I’m sorry baby I won’t do it tomorrow” she says reminding him that they had an entire week left of this

He sighs again sinking into the bed getting face to face with coby

“How about we sit tomorrow out son” he says making the tiny boy giggle

He looks over at Yn watching as she wraps her long braids up putting them into her bonnet. Before he could compliment her on how good she looked the screams of his daughters made his mind go into daddy mode

“Daddy!!!” Nilah screams as she and Akilah run into the room screaming

“Nilah? Kilah? What’s wrong?!” Yn asks also I’m patent mode

The two girls ignore their mother jumping onto Namjoon making him groan.

“Daddy kill it!” Nilah shouts

“Daddy it’s a spider! It’s big! Kill it please!”

Namjoon groans picking up both girls carrying them into the other room.

“Where was he?” Namjoon asks

“IT, was over there by the Tv” Nilah says as Namjoon puts her and her sister on the bed

Namjoon walks over to the tv stand seeing the itty bitty tiny spider. Sighing he steps on it and cleans it up with a napkin.

“He’s gone. Now it’s lights off” he says

“Daddy we can’t find our bonnets” Akilah says making Namjoon sigh

“Did you leave them at home?!” He asks hoping they didn’t because he knew his wife spent a long time on their hair and would be upset if they messed up their hair

“No we put them in a bag” Nilah says

“In a bag? What bag?” He asks making them shrug and making him groan

“Okay stay right here and be quiet mommy’s putting coby to bed” Namjoon says walking out the room Spotting Yn on the bed feeding coby,

“Can you give the girls their bonnets? They’re on the dresser over there” she says making Namjoon silently cheer plucking the bonnets from the piece of furniture

He rushes into the other room wrapping up the girls hair like Yn taught him.

“Alright girls. Lights out.” Namjoon says turning off the big light and turning on the small Micky mouse night light

“Daddy, can I have Micky mouse pancakes?” Nilah asks

“You can have whatever you want honey bee” he says placing a kiss on her forehead

“Can I have princess tiana waffles?!” Akilah asks excitedly making Namjoon laugh

“Of course you can, goodnight. I love you” Namjoon says before kissing her forehead

“Goodnight daddy! Love you too!” The says before turning over in opposite directions to fall asleep

Namjoon walks out the room closing it leaving it cracked.

He sighs getting into the bed looking over at his wife and son. Coby was asleep as Yn rocked him slowly.

“I’m not doing this again tomorrow” Namjoon says throwing the blanket over his head

“Sure, see you in the morning my love” Yn says leaning down to kiss his lips

“I’m serious Yn. Do not wake me up” he mumbles

She is so going to wake him up.

[twistedcharismaaa]

Silk Dreams: Temptations

General Summary: The creation of Masego.

Summary: A deeper glimpse into the past of Masego and Charisma's relationship that leads to their awaiting future.

Author's Note: Hi guyssss! How are ya? I hope you guys are well! I miss you guys and love you guys so much! I’m here with a little update! I hope you guys enjoy it it! I know it’s been ten thousand years since I’ve last updated this. Please feel free to re-read as a refresher. I’m still rusty. I’m really insecure about this update to be transparent lol. So I really, really hope you guys enjoy this. I love y’all! Don’t forget to leave a comment for ya girl! I liveeeee for the commentary! Enjoyyyyy!

*Flashback*

She didn’t know what captured her first - his smile, his laughter, or his eyes. She swore he had the warmest eyes she’d ever seen. And he was absolutely clueless of the power that rested in those dark brown orbs. She saw her fantasies in them. She saw vast possibilities, endless resolutions, and more importantly, freedom. She wondered how many versions of herself that she could be around him and she wondered who he was outside the confines of these four walls that they both seemed to frequent every Friday afternoon. The Smoothie Café on 15th Street was quaint and quiet. It was something that she had been lacking recently. The art of simplicity. She wondered if he lived a simple life and she wondered what he wrote about when he typed on that laptop of his. Whatever it was, held a lot of importance. She figured it was important enough for him not to notice her. 

Neglect was never a stranger to her, but it still hurt all the same. She figured this is just the life of an attention seeker ever insatiable for the spotlight or maybe ever insatiable for love. Silently, she sighed before taking another sweet swig of her fruity delight of a drink. Carelessly, she stole one more glance from Mr. Pretty Brown eyes. But this time, to her surprise, his eyes were already resting on hers. Again, he had the warmest eyes she’d ever seen but yet, they were able to send a chill down her spine. She smiled timidly and he did the same. Slowly, he stood up from his table and began gradually walking her way. 

She pretended to busy herself with some random app on her phone. Again, she took another sip of her smoothie and waited impatiently for his arrival. Moments later, he stood in front of her table. 

“Excuse me,” he said politely. 

“Yes,” she responded, kindly. 

“I’ve noticed that we both seem to come here a lot. The drinks here are amazing,” he said, as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. 

“They are,” she agreed. 

“I figured it’s time for me to introduce myself. I’m Ambrose. All my friends call me Ro,” he replied, smiling. 

“Charisma,” she answered. “That’s a pretty name. Doesn’t it mean immortal or something like that?” She quizzed.

“Yeah, it does. It has Greek Origins. Thank you,” he replied, chuckling. 

“You’re welcome,” she replied, smiling. 

“Since we’re on the topic of pretty things, I think you’re absolutely beautiful,” he admitted. 

And just like that her smile grew even wider. 

“Thank you,” she answered. 

“If you’re not busy or anything. I would love to take you out to dinner sometime. Or maybe we can get a smoothie together?” He suggested.

Before she could answer, The sound of reality buzzed in the palm of her hand. Masego was calling. Quickly, she ignored the call. 

“I would love to,” she replied, eagerly.

“Bet,” Ambrose stated, happily.

Gleefully, they both exchanged numbers and then exchanged goodbyes. 

She watched Ambrose exit the Smoothie Café with a small smile on her face. Once the door behind him closed, she returned her attention back to her phone. It buzzed again, and again, and again. Her phone was flooded with missed calls and unread texts. Reluctantly, she read Masego’s last message. 

“I’m back in town …. I want to see you. I missed you,”

Instantly, she was reminded of how courteous her lover was. He was just so mindful. How mindful and considerate he was to announce his arrival back home after not speaking to her for over a month. She was completely ghosted. His prized jewel on the shelf collecting dust. He was absolutely polished and pristine. How kind he was to update her on his well-being overseas through Instagram stories and Twitter posts. It would only be right for her to match his chivalry. She left her lover on read and tossed her phone in her purse. She gathered the rest of her belongings and exited the cafe and entered a new state of illusion. 

——-

*Present* 

The crowd sounded like roaring lions. Their cheers echoed loudly throughout the building. Even with the door closed you can feel their adoration pulse. She couldn’t blame them though. She loved watching him perform on stage too. Quietly, she sat down and tried to think about all the things she loved about him. She even tried to think about all the reasons she had to stay and all the reasons she had to go. 

Breaking her many thoughts, she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. It was Ambrose calling. Hesitantly, she ignored his call. Seconds later, he followed up with a text. 

“Did you end it with him? Have you talked to him? Call me baby, please,”

She read his text and instantly her heart broke. Ambrose didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve this. 

“Fuckkk,” she groaned. 

Tears welled in her eyes and slid down her cheeks as she texted Ambrose back.  

“No, he’s performing right now. Didn’t catch him. Will call later,”

Quickly, she locked her phone and tossed it to the side. She closed her eyes and tried to quiet her mind. 

——

Several moments passed and Masego quickly entered his dressing room sweaty and breathless. A sense of relief washed over him the moment he saw Charisma’s face. She was still there. He smiled widely and sat beside her on the couch. 

“You’re here,” he whispered. 

“I am,” she replied. 

“Are you ready to talk?” She questioned, sternly. 

“Yes,” he answered. 

“Good,”

———

How quickly dreams can turn into nightmares….

Part 3

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[saintsir4n]

Can u do the scene with eden finding out about grace. Thank u and I am in love with ur writing, I've read Dark twisted fantasy about 3 times already and will read for a 4th time, I love how u write the black women in ur stories, how u show their emotions and how u portray them. ♥️♥️

love this and thank you.

BETRAYED

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1919

“What is it? What’s wrong you had everythin’ fuckin’ planned.” Eden stressed, after being told they had been betrayed.

Ada had left the room, with baby Karl and an anxious Inara in tow, whilst Eden and Tommy stayed. The Dawkins woman watched as he paced, gulping and tugging at the roots of his hair, wanting to say something but couldn’t spit it out.

Black Star Day was their day. It was planned, everything was going according to plan, and Tommy said so. Prayers had been said, drinks had been poured, and Eden and her newfound friend Grace even chatted, buzzing about it all.

But it went to hell when Jeremiah informed Arthur that Billy Kimber was spotted, with an army full of fuckers rallying behind him. There was no God in Small Heath. With every War that ended, another started up.

“It was Grace,” Tommy finally blurted.

Eden froze, face full of confusion, “What was Grace?”

“We’ve been fuckin’ betrayed.”

Tommy had been so stuck on the why, he didn’t focus on the how, how the Irish Barmaid they befriended so quickly could accomplish all of this in such a small frame.

“No,” Eden, of course refused to believe it.

And just like that, she began to pace and he watched, observed with a pained expression as she struggled to come to terms with the truth.

“Eden,” Tommy exclaimed.

“No, she’s our friend remember,” Eden gesticulated. “She was in the Garrison, fuckin’ seconds ago, pouring pints, celebrating with us all.”

Tommy breathed out, more steadier than before, “She gave us away.”

His voice was calm but he was anything but. He had to keep it together, for her. For his Edie, who was on the verge of spiralling.

Eden gulped as her heels slammed against the floorboards, creaking and cracking.

“You said we could trust her,” she whispered, but he heard.

It was like shrapnel to his chest.

You were wrong Tom, was what she meant. You didn’t think.

“I know,” Tommy nodded, standing still, silently raging.

She turned to him, gritted her teeth, “You said we could trust her Thomas.”

He shut his eyes, “Don’t you think I don't fuckin’ know that.”

“You said we could fuckin’ trust her!”

Eden wrung out her numb hands as she choked back a sob. All that happened, all that has been going wrong since that fucking inspector came to their city, their town of Small Heath. She felt the work of a wretched soul at play but she didn’t expect to think it would come from such a nice girl like Grace.

Huh…

Nice, she certainly pulled the wool over their fucking eyes.

Eden had just felt so lonely, Tommy had returned home from the war and her best friends were either dead or in London. She needed someone other than her husband to speak to, preferably anyone without the last name Shelby. And there Grace was, singing her way into the Garrison with her soft and trusting voice.

Oh, how they were wrong.

Eden’s face scrunched up as Tommy’s eyes quickly opened having heard her shuddering breaths.

You said we could fuckin’ trust her. Tommy had his suspicions. He knew the barmaid lied about where she came from and why she moved. He didn’t trust her at first but his wife did. He too, missed the comfort of a friend. Freddie wasn’t one anymore, not after the war, they were on two different paths, racing like trains that wouldn’t come to a halt at any time soon. His other good friend was dead and had been for years. The war took more from him than he thought and his little ‘Nara was the light of his life, his Edie was his heart. But Grace… she was something new, something calm that settled both him and his wife. An outsider, a new friend.

Oh, how she played them for a fool.

“She’s the reason why ‘Nara was almost taken,” Eden’s glossy eyes darted to him, as he stood there in shock. “That fuckin’ inspector tried clawing our daughter out of our hands. For dirty dealin’ Moss said. He got the fuckin’ social on us, claimed that we were a pack of animals.” Eden remembered it all like it was just yesterday. “But they — they trashed our houses, turned it all into a tip, framin’ us like we did it all and they tried… oh Tom they scared us good they did. They scared our little girl even more.”

Tommy’s jaw clenched, recalling the day, hearing his daughter’s screeches and his wife’s wails… Christ, they were louder than the shovels against the wall. Pat. Pat. Pat. He almost wasn't there to stop it. They claimed that Eden was too erratic, too primitive to look after a child like theirs. Daddy! Inara’s shaken voice will always stay with them.

Being dragged and kicked back to that day, neither parent saw or heard Polly enter the room, full of grief and torment.

The Shelby Matriarch's stomach dropped once more, it scarred her brain just like it did when her children were taken from her.

Eden rasped, “I need to see her.”

“No, no you won’t.” Polly shook her head, “I'll deal with Grace. If either one of you set eyes on her again, you might kill her.”

Eden hung onto that blissful thought.

When Polly left, Tommy turned to his wife, sighing when she gripped her Black Madonna.

“I thought we could trust her,” Eden wanted to cry.

She wanted to scream, stab, shoot, fuck anything.

“I know love. I know,” Tommy slowly nodded.

The two exchanged a dark look, one that read, that they’ll talk later.

“Tommy?”

“Yeah.”

“Please be safe.”

And with that Tommy raced out of the house, needing to end this all one and for all.

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a/n:

If I ever wrote the canon plot, Tommy wouldn’t cheat on Eden, but because of who he is he would do other things to fuck up their relationship.

In this though both trusted Grace as a friend because of how they lost friends in my headcanon

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Title:  𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 🌕❄

Chapter 25: Family Matters

Chapter Summary: The plot thickens on the council's possible betrayal. M'Baku is determined to protect his family from outside forces looking to destroy what he worked so hard to gain. Meanwhile, Inyanga is dead set on protecting her family from within. You would think that would put them on the same page. It's never that easy.

Warnings:  MATURE, EXPLICIT 🔞 ‼🚨READ THE TAGS🚨‼ Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Recreational Drug Use, Blood and Violence, Smut, Forced Bonding, Claiming Bites, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Breeding Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Wakanda AU, Dark AU

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“So they are doing things out of the ordinary, but nothing within the realm of real suspicion.” M’Baku concluded.

Across from his desk, M’Bele leaned against the wall near a bookshelf. He could sit down—of course—but the tension in his limbs was wound too tightly. The moment Bosede called and confirmed that N’Gamo and his ill-tempered father had been meeting important people in discrete locations, it had confirmed every suspicion he’d had about the incident during court the other day. They couldn’t be trusted. He had never been particularly fond of N’Gamo or the way the other alpha always tried to find ways to undermine him. When the position of pack leader became unobtainable for him, he’d set his eyes on the next best thing.

M’Bele scoffed to himself. As if he would ever let a duplicitous knot-rider like N’Gamo outdo him. Keeping him in his place had become a part-time job of sorts. That was just how much he liked testing the shark-infested waters of pack hierarchy.

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If you have Wattpad please read my latest MCU x Harry Potter crossover!!!

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-Dumbledore Slander

-Wolfstar as parents

-Nice!Snape (sort of)

-Nice!Draco

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"Excuse me, Miss Romanoff have you seen the Weasley twins?"Umbrige asked sweetly, considering she's been trying to get back on my good side for the past week and a half.

"Sorry, haven't seen them since the last time I saw them." I said with a smile before taking a drink on my hot chocolate and looking down at my phone when I saw Steve got another word.

"And when was that?"Umbrigde asked confused.

"When was what?"I asked with mock confusion as I looked up at her.

"The last time you saw them of course."Umbrige said becoming slightly irritated.

"Saw who?" I asked innocently.

"Fred and George Weasley."Umbrige said firmly an I pretended to think about it for a moment. Like I didn't see them walk past me with Ron and Draco five minutes ago, carrying empty glitter containers and prank kits.

"Can't say those names ring any bells I'm afraid. However if you're looking for the Weasley twins they went that way." I mumbled looking down at my phone.

"Which way? Left or right?"Umbrigde asked frantically looking around.

"I don't know, that's what I'm asking you. Right or wrong? Up or down, you know? Do you think I'll grow more, I've recently become very insecure about my height. I feel like I'm not tall enough? But what if I'm too tall? I'm 5'9 but that could mean anything. Did you know brown cows don't make chocolate milk? Do you think the sky knows it's blue? Why do people have limbs? I'll tell you why, because of evaluation! Not to be confused with revolutions because those are bad. Speaking of revolutions, have you ever owned a unicorn? I've been thinking of starting a butterfly farm but I can't because I won't have time to take them for walks everyday. Do you think cats know that they're cat-" I asked rambling various nonsense questions with a look of concern painted on my face.

"That's enough! I'll find them myself!" Umbrigde yelled cutting me off.

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Garden Kisses Chapter 4

Hey y'all.. I know it's been a while, but welcome back !

For as long as aaliyah could remember, as long as anyone could remember, the girl had been in awe of jeremiah fisher. and she didn't think that anything could change that, but seeing the boy walking around with his arms around a girl's shoulder made her realize.

he'd never actually been hers. of course, there had been moments where time had stopped, butterflies filling her stomach at each glance they shared. the way her eyes would light up like the fourth of july whenever jeremiah was near, but that moment made her realize that all those moments had been in her head.

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she walked away before he could realize she was there, wandering off further onto the beach.

she made a stop at the cooler first, grabbing a can of soda—making sure it was soda and not alcohol, and continued her walk.

she wasn't going to let that little episode she had in her mind distract her from enjoying some time out of the house, even if she wasn't going to talk to anyone. she stopped and sat down near the water, staring at the beautiful sight in-front of her.

she hadn't noticed the person who had sat down next to her. only opening her eyes when she jumped at the feeling of someone tapping her on the shoulder.

"woah— i'm so sorry i didn't mean to scare you like that." the voice called out as aaliyah turned towards them.

the girl had gotten a better look at them, "no you're good, i just wasn't expecting anyone to come here." motioning to the spot the two had been sitting at.

"yeah, no, i just, i saw you by yourself and wanted to check up on you." the boy offered his hand, "i'm asher."

the girl returned the gesture, grabbing his hand and shaking it, "aaliyah." she smiled.

"that's a really pretty name." asher flashed the girl a smile.

"thank you." this boy's smile has aaliyah week to her knees.

"so," he leans closer to the girl, "what are you doing all the way out here? the party not interesting enough?" he questioned, scrunching his nose up whenever he finished his questions.

aaliyah let out a laugh at the boy's faces, shaking her head she replied.

"nah the party's fine, i'm just not the party type of person and the music's kinda... ass." the girl replied honestly as the song that had been playing was some weird edm mix of country and pop.

asher threw his eyebrows up, "what's wrong with the great words of taylor swift and megan thee stallion." he said in mock defense.

"i love a good megan thee stallion and taylor swift moment— don't get me wrong, i'm just not really in the party mood. and this one kinda blows." the girl shrugged.

"damn i guess i'll have to talk to the guys about that, maybe change the playlist into something different."

it had taken aaliyah a second to understand what the boy had said but when she got it she had to do a double take.

"wait, wait. this is your party? oh i'm sorry. i didn't mean it blows, i meant like it's a good party but it's kinda boring. and i'm not really helping my case, it's not that boring just—"

the girl began to ramble, asher looked at her with a smile on his face. god, she's really cute. the boy thought as she continued to both insult and compliment his party.

"it's all good," he said interrupting the girl as he placed his hand on top of hers, "it really does blow. and the music isn't my playlist some random guy got a hold of my phone and started playing random shit." the boy patted his pockets before his eyes went wide.

"as a matter of fact i probably should go look for my phone." the boy began to stand up, wiping the sand off of his shorts.

he looked down at the girl, her looking up at him.

"actually that can wait, would you like to dance?" he gave his hand to the girl.

"there's no music playing that remotely romantic enough to dance to." aaliyah eyed the boy.

"we can imagine it, come on." the boy threw back earning a smile from aaliyah.

the girl grabbed his hand, standing up with his help. when she stood up she noticed how much taller the boy had been.

asher had wrapped his arms around the girl's waist as she wrapped hers around his neck. the two swayed to the rhythm they had created, but had begun laughing at the song that was actually playing.

we at the hotel, motel, holiday inn we at the hotel, motel, holiday inn

the pair stood there in each other's arms for the next two songs, neither paying attention to those around them or back closer to the bonfire.

while aaliyah had been dancing with asher, she hadn't noticed that belly had joined the bonfire. nor did she notice steven trying to take the girl back home, her fall, and her talking to conrad and jeremiah. the girl had actually stormed off away from the bonfire as well, heading opposite to where aaliyah had been.

when the small group disbursed, jeremiah noticed a couple slow dancing closer to the water, he smiled. gathering the attention of whoever was close to him saying how they were so cute before turning away.

aaliyah and asher had pulled away, still smiling at each other.

"i have to get going, thank you for that. it was fun." the girl swore that her face was about to fall from how much she was smiling, her jaw started to hurt but she didn't mind it.

"are you sure? i mean your parents wouldn't mind if you stayed a little while longer right?" asher grabbed the girl's hand, almost convincing her to stay a little while longer.

the girl shook, "they wouldn't... but, i want to go check on my sister, she didn't want to come, and it's getting pretty late."

the boy nodded before reaching down towards the space they were previously sitting in and grabbing the girl's phone and handing it to her.

"here, and let me at least walk you to your car." the boy tried again.

"don't you have to find your phone?" the girl reminded him, asher's eyes growing wide again as he realized he never went to get his phone.

"shit your right, can i—can i at least get your number?"

aaliyah agreed, handing the boy her unlocked phone so that he could add his number in it. the pair made their way back to the bonfire, splitting apart when asher spotted the guy who took his phone.

with one last goodbye the two parted. liyah began to walk back towards the parking lot. being stopped by conrad, who seemed more than sober.

"li-li ! oh my god hi!" the older fisher boy threw us arms in the air when he saw the girl, leaving the girl who was with him to hug the younger.

"connie, hi?" liyah had been surprised by the boy's rowdiness.

the boy turned the two of them around to face the girl who had been with him that night, "nicole this is liyah, she's my little sister, yes she is." he reached his hands up to cup her face, shaking it between his hands moving to smoosh her face.

"isn't she adorable?" conrad had been annoying the younger girl a little, but she decided to ignore him seeing how he had been cross-faded at the moment.

"hi, nice to meet you." liyah lent a hand out to the older girl, who grabbed her hand before shaking it.

"likewise, do you uh," nicole motioned to the older boy currently shaking her head again.

"please." liyah begged, grateful when nicole had distracted the boy long enough for liyah to slip away.

waving a goodbye to the two liyah began her journey towards her car again, she made it this time getting in and locking the doors. she turned on the car and grabbed her phone deciding to listen to some music for a while before leaving.

she turned on sza again, shirt playing as she pulled a blue and purple tube, and a black tube from her pocket.

now—aaliyah wasn't addicted to anything, maybe mac and cheese and the color brown, but the girl had been going through different things that had caused her to pick up the habit. only partaking in it whenever she was really stressed and on a break from sports, just like when she'd smoked weed. the events of high school and life had been getting to the young girl so to let go of the stress she turned to the activity.

yes the girl had known it wasn't healthy and had tried other alternatives, but none of them had worked. the girl was constantly sitting in her room, listening to music with a vape or pen in her hand.

the access that the younger generation had to these things was concerning to the girl, nevertheless, she picked up the habit during the second semester of her sophomore year.

humming the lyrics to normal girl, she decided to roll down the window to let the smoke out. liyah had noticed that many of the party goers had made their way back to the parking lot, each and everyone of them rushing out.

liyah quickly stashed the vape and pen in her shirt, grabbing her eye drops from the center console and putting them her eyes, before turning the car on all the way, putting her seatbelt on, and beginning to drive away. she didn't need to be told what was happening, when she saw people rushing away from something she was quick to follow.

she braked hard as the car in front of her suddenly stopped, the driver getting out. she noticed the familiar curly-haired boy as he rushed towards her car, the boy's face turned into realization as he noticed liyah.

jeremiah leaned down to her window and she let it down.

"hey liyah bear, have you seen steven?"

"no why whats up?" liyah questioned.

"uh cops... i'm gonna go find him, wait here and we'll drive home together."

"wait jere—" the boy took off before liyah could finish her sentence.

rolling up her window she rolled her eyes and let out a puff of air. she waited two more minutes before deciding to not listen to the older boy. as the girl moved to pull her car out of park, she was met with two taps on her window.

liyah had jumped at the sound, turning as she saw a police officer standing there with a flashlight shining into the car. liyah froze for a moment before putting her car back in park and rolling her window down.

"good evening, have you been drinking?"

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to say that laurel had been pissed, that would have been the understatement of the century.

the short asian woman had been woken up by the sound of knocking on the door at two a.m., luckily being the only one to wake up and not layla or susannah.

when she opened the door, it wasn't a sight she had wished to ever see.

in front of her had been the five children of the summer home, with two officers behind them.

when the police had left, not without the mention of the Fisher siblings' father and aaliyah's father, the older woman made sure to let the kids know just how upset she was.

"how could you guys be so irresponsible?" laurel questioned as she turned around to face the five teens.

"mom it wasn't a big deal," steven said moving towards his mother, " alright? I mean seriously, the cops were just looking to break up the bonfire." 

"not a big deal?" laurel rolled her eyes. as steven replied with a yes.

"i would say getting picked up by the cops for underage drinking is a pretty big deal, steven." her voice rising slightly as she scolded her eldest.

steven sniffs the air and scoffs, smelling the pungent familiar scent. "were-were you guys, you guys smoking tonight?"

"what? keep your voice down, susannah and layla's asleep on the couch." her voice rising more as she yelled at the boy.

 "i wasn't yelling. you were." steven said stuttering as he tried to defend himself.

"just so you know, laurel," jeremiah had said coming up behind steven to talk to the woman," i didn't drink tonight. i was the dd, i swear."

"i would also like to say, i for one a sober." aaliyah had defended after jeremiah.

"oh I'm so glad that at least two of you decided to be adults about this situation." laurel said waving a hand dismissively towards the two, and turning towards conrad.

"you're the oldest. what the hell's gotten into you?" she questioned the oldest fisher child.

" and when did you leave the house without telling anybody." shifting her words towards her daughter. "and what in the world are you two wearing?" motioning to the two youngest of the group.

liyah's eyebrows rose in surprise, what she had been wearing hadn't been different to what she usually wears. she turned to belly, noticing the pink dress, her eyes widening as belly had never been the type to wear clothes like that before. not that what she is wearing is anything bad.

"wait, what's wrong with i'm wearing?" liyah questioned, being ignored by the shorter woman.  

"it's taylor's. and why am i the only one who's not allowed to go out? i mean, aaliyah is younger than me and I don't see everyone complaining that she went out." belly questioned as she crossed her arms to cover the dress.

"it's not that you're not allowed, it's that you should have told us you were going." her voice rising more and more.

"first of all, they knew where i was going, i didn't sneak out of the house." although liyah had known where the girl had been coming from, she didn't appreciate being thrown under the bus like that. especially not by belly.

"how did you even get there?" once again ignoring the girl, laurel had asked her daughter. the girl responded to her mother softly by telling her she had walked to the beach.

"you know better than to walk that far down the beach alone late at night." laurel's voice had soon became louder and louder with each passing moment, liyah had looked into the living room to make sure that susannah and her mother were still sleeping, and not awoken by laurel.

"can you stop treating me like a kid?" belly's own voice rising as well.

"if you want to be treated like an adult, you need to act like one." laurel replied.

"then maybe you guys should, too." conrad said lifting his head to look towards laurel.

"what does that mean?" laurel questioned, only earning an eye roll from conrad.

laurel scoffs before speaking again, "i hope you realize this night could have ended a lot differently if your family wasn't your family." the sentence being aimed not only towards conrad and jeremiah, but to aaliyah's as well.

"we're sorry, laur." jeremiah had said.

laurel sighs before dismissing them to their rooms, belly had been the first to leave the doorway, followed by her brother then jeremiah and then aaliyah. Aaliyah had barely made it past the second corner that lead into the kitchen when she heard laurel talking to conrad.

" I don't understand what is going on with you." her voice had been softer than when she had been speaking to them previously.

"nothing," conrad said dismissing the conversation, "nothing's going on." he finished before following the others towards their rooms.

aaliyah had changed her clothes before laying in her bed. she laid for a while before deciding to pick up her phone. unlocking the phone, she swiped through her apps before landing on her contacts. clicking on the contact she decided to send a text.

hey, thanks for tonight.

Zoo talks 💕💕 Sooo.... how have y'all been.... I know that its been like, almost a year since i've updated, but I have a very good reason for that... I had actually started college and had been going through some personal things. things have gotten slightly better so here I am realising and update ! Since I had gotten out of school literally the last week of April I have no idea what to do with myself so I will be working on updates not only for garden kisses but for the other stories as well. I can't guarantee that they will be uploading during a certain time but do know that I am working !

— zoo (word count: 2649) this is so fucking long holy fuck.

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I just love the love in this, you can feel the patience in his words and actions. I've defintely been one to overreact and I always appreciate a...gentler approach of getting me back on center lol

I loved this so much!! Take your time with your writing, we will all be here to gobble it up when it's done lol!!

Talk To Me Nice

Pairing: Terry Richmond X Black reader

No warnings for this one. Hopefully there aren't too many errors cuz it's only lightly edited. I'm trying to squeeze in my last post of the year lol

This little idea is the result of a writing prompt and @megamindsecretlair keeping me honest about writing something every day. Figured I'd share the results with whoever else wants to check it out.

“That’s a bit harsh my love…”

After spending the last 20 minutes filling your home with negative energy you expected reciprocation.  Instead you were being derailed with a new form of gaslighting, the kind reserved for evolved men who appeared harmless on the surface but harbored a petty side few got to see. Though impressive, you knew Terry was only using kind words to paint himself the victim. It didn’t matter how many steps ahead you thought you were. The guilt still hit with the same bruising force.

Six months of newlywed bliss cruelly interrupted by disappointment you never wanted to feel so early into your marriage. Perhaps there was a better way to convey that hurt to your husband. Maybe sitting him down for a mature conversation would’ve spared you from the growing pressure around your temples and the rawness in your throat from all the yelling you’d been doing. You were convinced the window for apologies and grand romantic gestures had closed. He'd started it. You were damn sure going to finish it.

You pushed through your doubts and committed to your frustrations with arms folded tightly across your chest, the initial urge to roll your eyes shifting to a hard, resolute stare. “Well Terrence sometimes harsh is necessary.”

He scratched his beard and nodded as though you’d just agreed on what to have for dinner. Silence took over the room once again, intensifying the conflict between you. His eyes never broke contact.

“Are you done?” From anyone else the question would’ve triggered your inner toxic and possibly resulted in the police being called. But there was note of calmness in your husband’s voice that exonerated him from the accusation before it became your new truth. Terry wasn’t being dismissive. He was simply better at regulating his emotions.  His inability to stop wringing his hands together revealed the stress hidden within. For a second time you were forced to ignore your guilt for the sake of winning. Mirroring his casual demeanor, you continued to stand firm and prepared for whatever he intended to say next.

“I must’ve imagined sitting in premarital counseling for all those weeks. Or maybe I was the only one taking it seriously. That must be it 'cause at the first sign of a problem you’ve broken every promise we made to each other.” His words landed direct hits on your conscience. Everything holding you together began to cave under the weight of his response. Terry wasn’t wrong. Instinctively, you went into defense mode anyway.  

“That’s not fai—”

“Nah, you’re not about to interrupt me. I let you speak. You’ll show me the same respect. Understand?” The natural base in his voice instantly got your attention. Yes sir rang so clearly in your mind you weren’t entirely convinced you hadn’t said it out loud. You prayed Terry couldn’t somehow feel the lust pulsing alongside everything else flooding your system. One day soon under normal circumstances you were going to explore his newfound aggressive side. How, you weren’t entirely sure. With a new goal seared into your brain and soaked through panties clinging to your ass you managed to retain a sense of dignity as you obeyed your husband’s command. 

“You’re my wife. One day you’ll be the mother of our children. I refuse to let them hear us talking crazy to each other, so I’m gonna need you to find a better way to communicate your feelings. If I need to sign us back up for therapy I will but this shit ends tonight.”

All the fight drained from your body. Shame took its place. In its presence you were finally able to recall those important conversations leading up to your wedding, the dreams you shared, the legacy you wanted to create. If not for your anger you could have revisited them sooner and found a better use for them. Now you were facing an evening apart, perhaps more depending on how long Terry held on to a grudge.

All you could do was stare at the ground and wait for it to be over with. Hopefully you’d find a way to sleep knowing you had failed your first test as a wife. When your lip started to quiver you promptly bit down on it to keep your hurt feelings in check.  You hadn’t behaved in a way deserving of care but when Terry's long fingers reached out to palm the side of your face you sought out his warmth like a needy kitten.

“Now you’re breaking my heart.”

“I can’t help it. Did you have to be so mean?” Though you found your ability to speak you burrowed your pout lips further into his hand. The loudest person in the room didn’t deserve to cry. If you were lucky you'd disappear and rematerialize tomorrow with more sense.

“It got your attention. Besides, I thought harsh was necessary. Or does that only apply when you’re cursing me out?” He chuckled.  You weren’t persuaded by the playfulness in his voice to look up. Terry initiated the gesture with fingers affectionately placed beneath your chin. It wasn’t lost on you that he'd repositioned your face at the same proud angle you held while lecturing him as if two nights apart somehow equated to years of neglect. You wanted to look away but soon discovered his eyes remained steadfast and beautiful in the aftermath of the storm you’d caused. They connected with your soul in an instant providing a gentle assurance that you were safe with him.

 The words flowed through your upturned lips effortlessly. “I’m sorry baby. You didn’t deserve all those ugly things I said to you.” Before you could say more he captured your face in both hands, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“You’re already forgiven my love.” Terry’s lips grazed yours as he spoke. The distance was torture. Finally, after what felt like an unbearably long time, he covered your mouth with his, reestablishing his dominance with a tenderness that sets your heart and mind at ease.  It was a proper reconciliation, but it also wasn’t enough. Not after the way you behaved tonight.

You treated the sincerity on his lips as your own personal buffet. When it became difficult to breathe you pulled away to regain control over the situation.  “I still have a lot to make up for.”

A smile tugged at his lips as he pushed the curls back from your face. “We both do. Your approach needs some work, but you had a right to be upset with me.” You nodded and yet nothing in you wanted to celebrate the vindication. You were simply relieved to know you hadn’t caused any irrevocable damage by overreacting. Even more relieved to see him smiling again.  "I think my beautiful and extremely childish wife should get the honor of going first.”

The frown you attempted to hold cracked under the pressure of his wide grin. You hate being teased. You were also guilty on all counts and willing to take your punishment. “I suppose that’s fair.”

“It’s very fair.” He mumbled between prolonged kisses down your neck.

You exhaled and curved your fingers over his broad shoulders. It was becoming harder to think or even breathe with him sucking everywhere his lips could reach. “Can we talk it out like grown-ups tomorrow?”

“Of course, baby. It's mandatory from now on.” When he spoke the guttural quality possessing his voice registered deep in the places he’s yet to touch. You felt painfully empty but knew you wouldn’t stay that way for long. At the rate his lips were moving you weren’t convinced you'd make it past the couch. You preferred the comfort of your king-sized bed the scene of your crime was a fitting place for getting down on your knees to make proper use of your mouth.

Terry surprised you when he broke the suction on your collarbone to reunite at eye level. There was a noticeable glint of mischief in his eyes before he bent down to throw you over his shoulder. You squealed and braced a hand at the center of his back for support you really didn't need.

"You better not drop me trying to be cute!"

"I was planning on letting you off easy tonight. Now I'm thinking your apology needs to be as loud as all that shit you've been talking."

"Yes daddy. Remind me what all these big strong muscles are really for. Also, please send help!"

With a single act you reclaim the home you’ve built, your gasps and combined laughter echoing along the walls as he carried you upstairs.

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𝓜𝓓𝓝𝓘 ☆ 𝓦𝓐𝓡𝓝𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓢 - reader is aroused from getting a tattoo (soft core) / Eren x Blackreader | mini drabble—working thru a writing slump so bear w. me on these shorter fics, enjoy <3

Over a hundred times per second, thousands of times per minute—the needle keeps hitting delicate skin.

Sometimes it breaks, leaving droplets of blood in its wake. Other times, it’s just strong enough to withstand the attack, leaving the skin raw and swollen.

‘It’s probably red,’ she thinks as her thighs clench around the chair.

There’s a moment of clarity; The needle has been lifted.

“You good?”

His voice almost makes her shiver.

Her closed eyes squeeze together.

“Mhm.”

She hears him moving around some tools behind her. “Use your words.”

“Yeah…”

Low, green eyes bore into the back of her head, watching closely.

From their first meeting, she could tell that Eren was an ‘all-about-the-details’ kind of man. Analytical, almost to a fault (noting the times he’s kept her in his chair longer than needed, just to perfect a tattoo). She doesn’t appreciate him any less for it.

Yet, she’s burning up under his stare. She almost wishes he would look away, as stupid as that sounds.

“Tell me when you need a break.”

She nods and turns her head to the side to rest against the headrest, eyes still closed.

“𓊆ྀི⋆˖ ⭑˚⊹𓊇ྀི.”

Soft mink lashes blink as she peels her eyes open to look at him—as best as she can from this angle, anyway.

“Tell me.”

He’s a soft-talker, quiet most times. But the added edge to his voice at times just gets her.

Usually, she laughs it off, making a joke about him. It makes it easier to ignore the way his tone fires her up.

She can’t laugh this time.

Her body inches up higher against the back of the chair, her wide hips do a meager half-drag against it.

Why did she wear jeans?

“Okay.”

The whine of her voice almost alarms him. His gaze lingers on her for seconds more as his mind replays the way her full lips twitched into a pout.

He saves an apology to continue his work.

The second the needle touches her skin, her spine tenses beneath his hand. It isn’t so much of a big movement that he has to take a pause. Just a tiny shift beneath the skin. Still, he notices it.

He also notices the restless sway of her right knee every time he lifts the needle. And how her hips keep anchoring down against the seat. Even how her breathing picks up.

During their first ever session, he wondered why she would never tap out for breaks. But, it’s too obvious that she enjoys more than she should. Even when she tries to hide it.

A breath of amusement leaves through his nose.

The needle trickles half an inch lower, closer towards one of her back dimples. He applies more force behind the gun.

Her eyes roll back shut. Her arms shield her face, keeping him from seeing her tug her bottom lip between her teeth.

A stifled whimper sneaks out.

“This is gonna be a long one,” he mutters.

He doesn’t lift the needle.

It’s getting harder and harder for her to keep still. She releases her bottom lip and it trembles.

Eren glances up at her and presses a little harder. The sting reaches deeper.

Her lips part as her face pulls together.

“I’m almost done, you could hold out.”

A tiny mewl slips from her. It’s soft and broken, so unlike her strong, brazen attitude.

Something in his chest drops; It free-falls down his stomach and to his dick. He lifts the gun with a sigh.

His breath fans against the raw skin of her back. She shivers as her hips twitch against the chair again.

“Good job.”

[witchywithwhiskey]

slasher summer masterlist

summerween is over, and so is my slasher summer writing challenge. as promised, here's the masterlist of all entries in the challenge (if yours is missing, please DM me!)

thank you to everyone who participated, as well as all readers who liked, reblogged and commented on the fics!! i loved getting to read everyone's stories and see what y'all did with the prompts. you're all so creative and lovely—thank you again!!!

for readers, please heed the warnings on each individual post below, your media consumption is your responsibility. and please make sure to show your support of the writers by reblogging their work!!!

When He First Got Me by @buckets-and-trees

pairing: soft!dark and rough Nomad!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader summary: Prequel in the Exiled Nomad Series. July 3, 2017. Steve sees you at a city festival for the Fourth of July, but he's not content with only seeing…

Dirty Little Secret by @buckys-wintersoldier

pairing: Professor!Ari Levinson x Student!Female!Reader summary: You share a dirty little secret with your professor.

In the Woods by @thezombieprostitute

pairing: James Mace x Female!Reader x Chris Beck summary: Using the prompts: Summer Camp; Sex in the Woods; You know how girls love to scream

Not A Common Storm by @nekoannie-chan

pairing: Steve Rogers x Agent of HYDRA!Reader summary: You and Steve are trapped in a storm, what would happen?

Once Upon A Friendship by @steviebbboi

pairing: Childhood Bestie!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader summary: Growing up together, you and Steve were inseparable. Where did it all go wrong?

Rosa by @perdidosbucky-yyo

pairing: Best Friend!Steve Rogers x Plus Size! Female!Reader summary: Trapped in a prison of your husband and your mother’s expectations, your only comfort is the ghost in your garden, haunted by the memory of your best friend. You thought you would never see him again but when he unexpectedly returns home from the war after 12 years, you’re not prepared for what’s to come.

A Night of Frights & Delights by @elixirfromthestars

pairing: Athlete!Bucky Barnes x Artist!Reader summary: It’s Friday the 13th and the college kids in town decided to host a weekend camping trip on the outskirts of town. Your best friend convinced you to go much to your reluctance. What could go wrong when the one guy you can’t stand is also there?

Sweet and Slashy Summer Saturdays by @buckets-and-trees

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Curvy!Female Reader summary: A first date with your neighbor Bucky Barnes.

Fool Me Once… by @dc418writes

pairing: Ari Levinson x BlackReader, Pete Brenner x BlackReader summary: Who knew grudges could be so deadly?

Slasher by @witchywithwhiskey

pairing: DARK Horror Movie Villain!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader summary: Somehow, you end up in your favorite old horror movie, and you decide to take the opportunity to fulfill one of your fantasies—you're gonna fuck the villain, Bucky Barnes.

[slippinninque]

💪🏾Grapple🤸🏾‍♀️

Terry Richmond x blackfemreader

In which Terry lends a hand

warnings: none really, fluff, long-fic, self-indulgent fic, some cursing, sparring

Terry stood before you, waiting until your hair was safely tied and feet planted firmly on the padded mat the two of you drug out.

“Ready?”

“Ready!”

The two of you began to circle and while Terry could see the pink of your mouthguard, he knew that grin was by pure habit. Those eyes were sharp as they poked and prodded along his stance for any openings. Terry closed space in two large strides when he heard a car rattling by from outside, opening the gates. 

The two of you grappled, broke apart, and then got tangled again. It reminded you of how the two of you met at the local gym. You loved the sport, you loved what it took but when you came back from service, you didn’t have much to give… anything. Sleeping was hard, then became even harder. Going to the gym one late night, early morning, was your last resort.

Just your luck there was a flyer for a jiu jitsu class right near the water bottle station, the class’ location and time convenient to your schedule. It’s where you met Terry. Serious-faced and firm-handed, he taught you and a handful of others the basics with a simplicity that you appreciated. You kept going and going, even after others lost their taste for the sport, or for  stone-faced Tin-Man. You, on the other hand, finally felt as if you were moving. 

You felt like you won the lottery when you managed to get him onto his back. It was the first time you saw him smile with teeth. From there, it was history. 

Terry had an obvious advantage with his height and weight. He could easily overwhelm you if close enough and his takedowns were nasty.  It was like WWE with a damned cephalopod. Luckily, you were his perfect foil.

Terry could get close if he wanted to, but it would only leave himself open to being climbed and toppled. Your weight and mastery of balance is what gave you an upper hand, Terry could grab you–but then it would be like dealing with a live bear-trap.

You stepped deep into his space, taking advantage of the surprise that showed in the movement. You tossed enough weight to knock him loose, then hooked an ankle around his.

“Oh, no you don’t!”

“Oh, yes I will!”

Terry managed to get on top of you and the position sent your world into darkness as his shirt blocked the fluorescent lighting of your garage. It was fine. You breathed to keep yourself steady, not minding the growing squeeze as you felt your way through. It was hard to explain grappling, but to you, it felt like trying to tie yourself into a knot only you knew how to get out of. Terry had trouble getting you to stretch out, to get into you enough to engage a lock. 

As quick as you were, you broke out and went on the defence. Scooting back on the mat as Terry got onto his feet and followed after you. He grabbed you by the legs and you snapped them around his waist. With your thighs around Terry’s midsection, cross-grabbing his sleeve as you hooked under your wrist behind his ankle and bridged off your shoulders to drop him. Terry’s pretty eyes rattled in his head for a moment before focusing on you, settled now on his chest with your thighs bracketing his head.

Wasn’t a bad sight at all, if you had to say. When Terry didn’t say anything, you hummed and squeezed threateningly.

“I…concede.” 

“Ooo, ‘concede’ Never got that one before.” 

Terry easily tipped you and you rolled onto your stomach with a giggle. Terry’s tongue poked around his cheek as he watched you. When he sat up criss-cross, you froze as you suddenly felt spotted. The feeling didn’t last as Terry launched himself at you, making you yelp as the two of you went heels over head to get into it all over again. 

This match wasn’t serious and neither were the ones that followed. An hour went by, then another. You clinked water bottles and spoke around mouthfuls of granola. At some point, Terry slotted between your legs and never moved away. The two of you were exhausted by now, but you still put him into a headlock though it was more of a headwrap.

Finally you felt good. One day, you came home and you just couldn’t sleep. One of the many advantages of being a bit off, it seems. It’s gotten worse now that you haven’t been able to get outside as often as you did before the snow came. You did the only thing you could have done–you called Terry to extend an invitation to burn of some energy in the good old fashion way. 

Now, blissfully, you felt tired. Exhaustion came cautiously for the nerves that have been going for days, you couldn’t wait to meet up with your pillow. 

“Thanks for doin’ this for me, Tin Man.” You said as you stared up at the fluorescent lights of your garage. 

“Anytime, Snaptrap.” 

He patted your thigh and the two of you parted. He stood with a small hop, looking down at you for a moment. You yawned and offered your hands, Terry taking them without pause to help you up onto your feet. He pulled you again and when you stumbled into him, Terry gave you a cheeky little wink. 

Your answer was to hop up and wrap your legs around him again. Terry caught hold of you just as you knew he would, hands big and hot as they cradled your cheeks. Terry wandered around with you in his arms, squatting down so you could pick up the discarded water bottles and going over to the trash for you to toss them.

As Terry played your legs all the way up to your bedroom. Terry stood in the middle of the room, rocking you in his arms and cuddling you as if you were his personal teddy bear. The mood cooled from it’s frenzied start, leaving the two of you floating in the 

“Terry?”

“Yes?”

He stilled but he did not let you down. You tapped his chin and tried to look as adorable as possible while covered in sweat and a bit bruised. Terry leaned forward and rubbed his nose against yours. 

“Stay for a nap?”

“Of course.” 

He pressed a kiss to your lips before whispering if you’d like for him to run you a shower first.

You wriggled insistently in his arms until you were back onto your feet. You went to pull at Terry’s shirt, going as high as you could until he took over. You were next as he, much more gently, pulled your shirt off. A trail of clothes followed the two of you and when Terry made the shower as hot as he could stand it, you got right in after him. 

The two of you soaped up one good time before the game was over. Terry innocently asked you to wash his back and gave a not-so-subtle flex. Nearly purring, you ran the soft cloth over the fine muscles and wordlessly greeted the two freckles you’ve missed. He bent this way and that so you could get all the spots, much like an appreciative big cat. 

When it was Terry’s turn, you had to bite the inside of your cheek at the feel of hands on you. They massaged and rubbed, scrubbed lightly and peppered kisses regardless of the suds on your skin. You drifted along with the steam until he pulled you out.

Toweled off and warm, the two of you hurried to dive beneath your covers. 

The pillow welcomed you and you sighed, eyes already heavy as Terry shifted and got comfortable next to you. The final drop in the bucket came in the form of Terry’s hand finding your lower belly, your sense finally clocking out as your mind began dimming.

The last thing you heard was Terry’s breath evening out before sleep came to claim you both. 

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I’m not sure if you watched Bloodhounds on Netflix, but can you possibly do any genre (fluff or smut) of any character or characters. I just need sum bc of this series 😭

I grew attached to this show really quickly😀✌🏼

You sigh shaking your head looking out the door at the boys.

“I wished they listen” you mumble going over to the now whistling kettle

“You and I both” Mr.Oh says getting up from his seat to tell the two of them to come in.

You take a seat next to Mr.Oh glaring at woojin as he and gunwook take a seat across from you.

You didn’t even listen to Mr.Oh and Gunwoo’s conversation. You just glared at Woojin(who felt you stare) as he put his eyes on Mr.Oh or Gunwoo.

“I won’t allow it.” Mr.oh says making you sit up

“And neither will I” you say finally making eye contact with woojin

“Yn-“ woojin starts but you cut him off by slamming your hands on the table

“No! And That’s it!” You say before getting up from the table and heading to the bathroom

Closing the door you sit down on the toilet putting your face into your hands. The thought of the boys getting hurt made your head hurt, the thought of woojin getting hurt again made your heart hurt even worse

-flashback-

“Hey guys, is the house on fire?” You ask as Hyeonju pulls back up in front of the house

“I hope not” she says as the three of you hope out the car and rush over to the gate

“Oh my gosh” hyeonju says eyes going wide at the smoked out house

“Gunwook check the back! Yn check the windows” Hyeonju says making the three of you go your separate ways

All you could think about what was Woojin and Mr.Choi. Hoping they were safe. You and gunwook eventually make it into the house screaming woojin’s name

“Woojin?! Woojin!”

You run around the Smokey house trying to get through the smoke and flames. You cough fanning your hand in front of your face. You stumble on something which caused you too look down.

There laid Woojin’s bloody body.

You let out the most spine chilling wail, dropping to your knees grabbing at woojins shirt.

“Gunwoo!” You shout through your tears

“Yn?! Yn!” Gunwoo says following your voice

Gunwoo dropping my to his knees grabbing at woojin’s shirt just like you did a moment ago

“Hyeonju! Grab him Yn!” Gunwoo says making you immediately sling his arm over your neck to carry him outside

You and gunwoo place him onto the ground. You look down at your grey sweater that was drenched in woojin’s blood.

You drop down to the ground again checking for a pulse which you fount, but it was faint

“Put pressure on it, I have to get hyeonju” gunwoo says before taking off running into the burning house once again

Your sobs got harder as you cradle woojin’s head in your lap. Gunwoo finally comes out with a screaming hyeonju which confirmed your thoughts. Mr.Choi was gone.

Gunwoo puts her into the car and comes back to help you with woojin and you rush to the hospital

-flashback over

The door opens causing you to look up at woojin who closes the door behind him

“Can you not knock? I could have been using the bathroom” you say rolling your eyes

“When have I ever knocked?” He asks with a small smile

You scoff rolling your eyes at him which made him sigh. He walks over towards you before taking a seat on the floor in between your legs.

Laying his head on your thighs, basically asking you to play in his hair, you took the bait. He closed his eyes humming at the feeling of your fingers in his head.

That is until he felt something wet hit his eyelid. He opens his eyes looking up at your watery tear ducts.

“Sweetheart? Why’re you crying?” He asks turning his undivided attention to you.

“We lost everyone so fast and I don’t want to lose you and Gunwoo” you say looking up at him through your eyelids

“Yn sweetheart, listen to me” he whisper placing his hands on your face allowing his thumbs to rub over your chubby brown cheeks

“Man you’re gorgeous, I’m a lucky guy aren’t I?” He says smiling at you

“Woojin” you say flatly

“I’m sorry. But listen to me. We’re going to get Kim Myeong-gil. He needs to be put down. I’m doing this for Gunwoo. Mr.Choi. Hyeonju. Mr.Lee. Mr.yang. You. Us! I can’t sleep peacefully knowing he’s still out there doing the same thing he’s been doing. I’m going to end him” Woojin says

“I’m coming with you” you say flatly

“No. Stay here with Mr.Oh” he says

“No. I’m going! I want Myeong-gil gone too!” You say

“I said no. If something happens to you I don’t know what the hell I’ll do. Your everything to me Yn and if I can’t come back to you I-I don’t know how I’ll react. Stay here and take care of Mr.Oh” he says

You sigh before bringing woojin into a tight hug.

“Be safe. Watch Gunwoo. Please come back to me” you whisper into his ear

“I’ll always come back to you” he whispers back placing a kiss on your temple

You both get up from the toilet and floor going to open the door only to have Gunwoo fall to the floor

“Hey! You were spying on us?!” Woojin asks

“Yes. I’m sorry” Gunwoo says

You smile at him pulling him into a hug

“Take care of him for me okay?” You whisper

“Of course” Gunwoo says returning the hug

“Boys! Come here!”

You all looked at each other before shrugging and going to see what Mr.oh wanted

You watch from the sidelines as the two pull off the cover from the car and Mr.oh opens the trunk

“This is what’s left of Mr.Choi’s emergency money. Take it. Go to seoul” He says sighing

The tears start to prickle in the corners of your eyes as the boys thanks him

Mr.Oh grabs your hand pulling you into a side hug

“Go. Me and Yn will be here waiting for you” he says making them nod.

“I’ve got a car and room rented out for you two.” Mr.Oh Says

Woojin walks over too you, looking you straight in the eye

You start fixing his clothes for him just doing anything to avoid making eye contact

“I don’t want you to go” you mumble

“Do you not want me to go? Or do you not want me to go without you” he says smiling

“Both” you say finally looking up at him

“I’ll be back. I could never leave you behind” he says wrapping an arm around your waist

“Promise?” You ask

“I promise” he says leaning down sealing the promise with a kiss

“I thought you seal a promise with your pinky and thumb?” Mr.Oh says smiling

“Well I mean you do but I rather seal mine with a kiss” Woojin says looking over at you

You playfully roll your eyes before placing something in his hand. He opens it seeing a silver bracelet with a pink heart dangling from the center. It was yours and you never took it off. Until now.

“You better get going. Try not to think of me everyday” you say making him chuckle

“That’s going to be hard.I’m thinking of you now” he says making you giggle like a high school girl

“Stop flirting with my sister and let’s go!” Gunwoo says rolling his eyes

“You boys be safe” Mr.Oh says

“We will” woojin says

“Mr.Oh please make sure Yn eats. She tends to forget” Gunwoo says

“I’ll make sure she eats well” Mr.Oh says

“Thank you. For everything.” Gunwoo says smiling

“Your welcome. Now go take down Kim Myeong-Gill” he says making them nod.

You sigh at they’re disappearing figures. Mr.Oh looks over at your with a knowing look.

“Your going with them. Aren’t you?” He asks

“You know it” you say walking over to the house. He sigh shaking his heads

“You damn kids just don’t listen” he says making you giggle

[twistedcharismaaa]

Lost & Found Pt. 10.1

Summary: You’re living a suffocating life and you finally find breath in Masego.

Author's Note: Hi guyssssss! I hope you’re doing well! I love and miss you guys!!! I’m back with an update! An actual update for this story (can you believe it? Lol) ! It’s been a thousand years it feels! I highly suggest going back and reading the previous chapter for a refresher! I hope you all enjoy reading! Please leave a comment for ya girl! You know I live for the commentary! Love you guys!!!!!

(Flashback)

Slowly, Tiffany shifted from her relaxed state and sat forward. She uncrossed her legs and placed her notebook on the mahogany-colored coffee table in front of her.

“So, you broke up with Desmonde?” she questioned.

“It was mutual I guess,” you shrugged. “Not much was said,” you continued.

“Can you tell me a little about Desmonde?” she quizzed as she interlocked her fingers.

“I met him shortly after my mom died. He was the local mechanic in the neighborhood. Before I knew it, I just fell into his arms I guess,” you answered reluctantly.

“And with all the time you spent together, how did he make you feel?” she asked.

“He made me feel..” you paused. “He was like…” The word lingered on your tongue as your eyes danced across the room as if you were visibly looking for the right words to say.

“Take your time,” Tiffany insisted.

“He was like the breath in my lungs?” you responded as if you were unsure.

“Ah, he was your love,” Tiffany replied smiling.

“That’s the thing. I don’t know if I ever truly loved him,” you admitted.

“Can you explain further?” she quizzed.

“I think I just depended on him. He made me feel less alone in the world,” you explained.

“And in his absence, you feel like you can’t breathe? As if you don’t have anyone to depend on? Am I close?” she guessed.

You nodded quietly in agreement.

“I would consider Desmonde more of a distraction for you,” she answered.

“A distraction from what?” you questioned feeling somewhat confused.

“Your grief,” she breathed. “You lost your mother and you lost your baby. You distracted yourself with him. He was nothing more than a tangible coping mechanism.” she added. “And now that he’s gone, you can grieve so that you can heal,” she continued.

Immediately, you closed your eyes to shield the oncoming tears that were determined to be set free. Nervously, you bounced your leg repeatedly as you crumbled the hem of your shirt sleeve in the palm of your hand.

“Feel it and let it pass. Breathe Charisma,” Tiffany whispered. —--

(Present)

You answered the phone and readied yourself to hear all of the bullshit that was going to spew out of Desmonde’s mouth. Dramatically, you rolled your eyes and pressed the phone to your ear. With an exasperated sigh, you answered with such disinterest. The sound of desperation that coated Desmonde’s voice caught you by surprise, but what shocked you most, is the news he delivered. The moment the news traveled from his mouth and into your ear caused an instantaneous reaction. Your eyes widened with disbelief as your free hand found residence over your quivering lips. Quickly, you closed your eyes in hopes that your incoming tears wouldn’t shed. You didn’t realize you were frozen until a drunken stranger bumped into you snapping you back into reality. Your eyes were forced open and naturally, apologies were exchanged between you and the partygoer.

“Charisma are you still there?” Desmonde questioned.

You completely forgot that your phone was still resting against your ear. You never did verbally respond to the news.

“I’m here,” you breathed.

“I-I know we haven’t always seen eye to eye, but believe me when I say that I do care about you. I always have and probably always will,” he admitted.

“Desmonde -” you paused. Before you could respond you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder.

Slowly, you turned around and were greeted by one of Micah’s security guards, Big Mike.

“Hey, I don’t mean to interrupt but Sego just finished his meet and greet session. He’s looking for you. I can escort you to him if you’re ready?” he quizzed.

“Okay. Can you give me a minute?” you responded politely.

“Absolutely,” Big Mike answered as he nodded.

Soon after Big Mike walked away and allowed you to finish your conversation. He made sure not to stray too far away, he could sense something was wrong.

“Desmonde, you still there?” you quizzed.

“I’m here,” he replied softly.

“Desmonde, I think it’s better if I figure this out by myself,” you responded, calmly.

“Charisma but I think - “ Desmonde tried to interject.

“I think it's better if I figure this out by myself,” you repeated, but this time more sternly. Thank you for telling me.” You added before abruptly hanging up.

Gradually you approached Big Mike.

“Actually, can you take me back to the hotel? I’m feeling a bit tired,” you confessed.

He nodded in agreement. “I’ll let the boss man know,” Big Mike stated.

Easily, Big Mike escorted you to the car safely. He watched you climb inside.

“You good? Comfortable?” He quizzed, with a warm smile.

“Yes,” you answered with a slight smile.

“Cool, cool. I’m going to make a quick call and then we’ll pull off,” he promised.

“Sounds good,” you replied.

“Aight,” Big Mike responded before closing the car door. —-----

Big Mike dialed Micah up to give him an update on the unexpected change of plans.

“Ayeeeee Big Mike!” Micah answered cheerfully. “Y’all on the way?” He asked.

“Not exactly. We’re heading back to the hotel. She said she doesn’t feel too well,” Big Mike explained.

“Is she sick? You think she caught something? You know what, I’ll meet y’all there,” Micah stated.

“Yes sir. Sounds like a plan,” Big Mike answered.

The call came to a mutual end and Big Mike hopped in the driver’s seat and pulled off. You rested your head against the window as you simultaneously looked out of it. You tried your best to quiet your mind.

“Feel it and let it pass….” you silently thought to yourself. —-

Part 9

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BONUS CHAPTER

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF WAR, DEATH AND PTSD

1918

THOMAS Shelby's breath got caught in his throat when he saw... them. Despite his soul being split between life and death, his heart remained in Small Heath, in the clutches of two people who looked at him like he wasn't the same man. He wasn't, he and the rest of the Birmingham Riffles were already dead, and seeing his daughter pull away from Eden's grasp and run between the crowds of people and her uncles who were wrapped up in the hugs from the family, he dropped his duffle bag as soon as she threw her arms around him, he finally caught his breath.

"Daddy!" she cried into the crook of his neck. She recognised him despite the sombre look in his eyes, "It's you, from the pictures and stories."

He didn't let go of the little girl, feeling the liveliness and joy radiating off of her, warming his undead heart. Her croaky voice brought tears to his eyes. Pulling away, her arms never moved from his neck, but her legs settled around his waist.

"'Ello," he uttered in awe.

Inara's smile grew wider by the second, taking in his hollow cheeks, raven hair and pale blue eyes that mirrored hers. Tommy couldn't believe it, no description from any letter did his daughter justice, she was something else, she was the very pull he needed to keep fighting in France. He didn't think he would be able to love someone more than Eden and here she was, half him, half her.

The beauty marks dotted around her innocent face were what got him, just like my Edie, my pretty girl.

He would protect her with his life and that vow he would never break.

"'Ello Tommy," Eden reached him after being almost knocked over by John and Arthur. Jeremiah made sure to thank her for the role she played in his son's life while he was away. The three men spent their time off to the side, greeting the rest of the family, doting over the new additions and pointing out the differences they could all see.

"Mummy it's Daddy," Inara squealed, laughing at the two, wondering why they were just staring at each other, shell-shocked and stunned beyond belief.

All the details they tried to take in before they parted all those years back, had changed ever so slightly, they were the same, and they were different. Eden appeared far more vigilant and attentive, partially due to the little girl in his arms, she had to change. Her hair; in its natural state, settled above her neck, whilst his was shaven around the sides, just like she'd last seen.

But it was the eyes, all in the eyes, they never lied.

She could see that he wasn't there, her Tommy was trapped, part of him died back in those trenches if not all. Trapped between life and death. Some made it back, others didn't, but those who survived didn't really, part of them still entangled by the mud and the patting of the shovels.

He could see that his Eden morphed into someone else, far less reactive and impulsive.

They both simultaneously pulled out their lucky charms, his horseshoe and her necklace, it brought a crooked smile to his face but failed to meet his empty eyes. There were times in the mud, the bullets and miles of death when he thought his luck would run out, his time was finished and life seconds from ending, where Eden would fade from his memory, but she was also stuck in his mind, pulling him out of the hole he dug himself. Each time he touched the horseshoe, he thought of his little girl, and she was enough, the motivation she gave him was enough, enough to survive. The necklace draped around her neck has pushed her to prevail, through the lonely nights, sleepless ones, the ones where she cried herself to sleep thinking of all she lost.

The rings they wore bound them for life, but what life would they live now? The only place to go was up.

"I promised we'd meet again, didn't I?" Was the first thing he uttered to his fiancé.

You didn't come back, not really. He knew what she wanted to say, but instead, she rushed over, placing a hand on his face, Inara watched their interaction with an innocent smile.

"You did," Eden finally smiled.

Tommy's lips connected with Eden's, arms wrapping around her waist and it was like everything was slowly coming back together, like two missing puzzle pieces. Neither had looked at another soul since they'd parted, sure they were French girls who threw themselves at him, just like there were men who glanced Eden's way, but they paid no mind to the attention, just fixated on the future flashing through their minds and ongoing battles they were facing.

"My girls," he muttered against her lips.

"Like my dress daddy?" Inara paid no attention to the kiss, slightly wrapped up in the toy horse in her hands, which caught Tommy's attention, it made him stiffen, knowing who had bought it for his daughter, "Wore it for you Daddy, it's pretty."

"I can see that," he didn't hesitate to respond, trying to be as engaged with his daughter as much as possible.

"Pretty like mummy and me," Eden blushed at her words.

Tommy turned to his fiancé, and his crooked smile, morphed into a grin, "It is, very pretty," Inara stared, hanging onto his every word, wondering what he would say next. That's when he knew he had to be better, protect her from the world around them and the demons that taunted his mind, "I wish you could've met me before the war," he whispered to her, but Eden could hear.

"You're 'ere now," Inara didn't stop beaming as she spoke.

"I am, that I am," he agreed with her then took Eden's hand in his.

It wasn't long before the rest of the family swarmed the trio, chuckling and cheering amongst themselves, shocked by the similarities that the little girl shared with Tommy, just like everyone was stunned by how John's twins were the spitting image of Martha, God rest her soul. More hugs were given, and cries of joy were heard and sad tears were shed, blessings were said, but unfortunately, the soldiers couldn't take much in.

Instead, they couldn't help but think back to the times when smoke meant a cigarette had been lit and not that a bomb had been blown. When balloons popping didn't sound like gunshots, but that was a lifetime ago.

Everything changed, they'd changed and now they'd returned.

The war might've finished back in France, but it was only starting in Small Heath.

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THE END

a/n:

i hope you all enjoyed this short story, i started planning it a couple of months ago. i loved writing about these different characters, especially eden. for some reason i found her to be more challenging to write because she is a very emotional person (and i am one too) but i also tend to write characters that are dissimilar to me to an extent. although you can see in the epilogue and this chapter that the four years did a lot to her and she hardened up, not because she wanted to, but because she had to manage and raise a baby.

even in this final chapter, writing the interaction between inara and tommy was sad in my opinion, we all know how closed off and vacant he became because of the war, even with how he was with charlie, he wasn't much of a dad in the end, (i lowkey blame that on the death of ruby and polly and grace even though i wasn't her biggest fan). i believe if i wrote inara throughout the show, she would see a side to tommy she would grow to hate but also learn to work with. that little girl would be his karma, considering eden was forced to grow up mentally, whilst inara would mimic her past behaviour. tommy loves his girls and vows to protect and love them but also always be loyal to them, so it would be interesting to see.

before anyone asks, i have thought about writing the rest of the show, however, that would take a lot out of me, considering its six seasons worth of planning and truthfully i doubt eden would stay with tommy after the shit he pulls in canon, even the things i'd thought about adding it would possibly break her, so i won't be writing the show, but i have thought of ideas to put on tumblr.

thank you for reading guys and follow my tiktok, tumblr and watch out for any conversation posts on my wall.

- liv

[umber-cinders]

Title: 𝐼𝑓 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑒 𝐹𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝐼𝐼

Pairing: Alpha!M’Baku x Black!OmegaReader

Chapter 2/ 2: The Final Vow

Summary: You experience your first ever Jabari wedding in 4K HD, first person point of view. You can't believe you went from bastard child to royal bride in a matter of days. You're expecting the worst, but only the prophecy can determine your fate tonight. At the end of it all, will you still be whole?

Rating: MATURE (18+)

Warnings: 🔞This is the first part of my finale to the original story. It is a Dark Fairy Tale retelling of Cinderella 🔞 ABO/Omegaverse Dynamics, Threats and talks of violence/murder, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Asshole Family, Claiming Bites, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting,

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Once again, the comforting feelings of validation and righteousness don’t last. The day of your wedding, all you can do is cry silent sorrowful tears as you’re woken and made to get dressed and ready. The beta woman doing your makeup had given up trying to work around your tears, applying a much lighter application than what she thought was necessary for such a prestigious event. Farai was trying to be cheerful, but she was at a loss of what to do to console you as well. Your only saving grace is that you had most of the day to sulk in misery by yourself. Tradition dictated the ceremony be in the late evening under a full moon.

It had to be some form of cruel and unusual punishment from the universe that everyone but you was buzzing around like happy little butterflies. Even when the tears stopped and you were shown the final result of everyone’s diligent work, you could only stare back at the reflection of the pretty girl draped in Jabari finery and decorated with carefully painted bridal markings.

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Aight, this is the End

[domiforpresident]

What's all that noise?

Pairing: RiriWilliams x fem!blackreader

A/N: that Riri fic still coming but just enjoy this short one shot until then 🚶🏽‍♀️

you walked though your apartment door, setting your groceries on the counter as you entered. Today was your day off so you decided to cook for the first time in a while. Once you were comfortable in your house clothes you went to prepare your meal. Abruptly an ear-piercing banging sound traveled through your walls. It made you shriek out of shock. You had never been bothered with noise from your Neighbors before so this left you utterly confused. When the nose rang off in your ears for the second time you had an idea of where it was coming from. So you followed it to your balcony.

Upon stepping out there you heard the banging for the third time. This time you pinpointed where the agitating clang was coming from. The person who produced the sound laid underneath their car across the street from you in their garage. You hadn't heard the ruckus again yet so maybe the woman was done disturbing your day. You tried to stay focused on the anger you had for the woman. But once she slid from underneath her car your plan was foiled. The woman's curls laid messily on her glimmering brown skin that was adorned with sweat. Her muscles were fully on display because of the wife beater she sported. You could've stared at her all day. You thought she wouldn't catch you because of the distance between the two of you. To your marvel she met eyes with you waving with a sweet smile adorning her face. You Awkwardly waved back.

Now facing extreme embarrassment you went back inside your apartment hoping that the woman would now be done making her wretched sounds. She was, for a few moments. Soon enough the sound returned to your ears. You couldn’t take it anymore so you rushed down the stairs of your apartment and across the street to give this lady a piece of your mind.

"Uhm ma'am do you think you could take this loud ass noise somewhere else?" The woman unknown to you still laid under her car as you spoke. You honestly had no idea what was to come when she met your gaze. It gave you slight butterflies.

"Damn why I gotta be ma'am, I look that old?" The woman had now slid from underneath her vehicle to face you. She gently pressed a small towel up against her head to wipe some sweat off before getting up to greet you. " My name is Riri love." She stuck her hand out towards you.

You weren't going to be nice to Riri, at least not this easily. "I didn't ask what your name was, I told you to take your commotion somewhere else" you spoke with crossed arms and a glint of annoyance in your eyes.

Riri took her hand back and basically disregarded you as she walked over to tinker with something on the other side of her garage. " This is my garage, If I wanna sit in here with the door of it up I can." Riri started as she continued to toy with the small gadget. "And I saw you staring at me, so you must not be that bothered by my presence." Riri now turned to face you. You tried to place your eyes anywhere but her line of vision, now a bit flustered.

"Nah Don't try to act shy now, you was just all big and bad" Riri now headed towards you. Your stomach was doing back flips and your heart was about to jump out your chest. Right when you thought she was going to stop infront of you she walked right past you to the front of her car. She wanted to make you nervous and she was doing just that. Riri closed the hood of her car and whiped her hands off. She seemed to be done doing whatever was causing the disturbance.

"So you got something else to complain about or are we done here?" Riri asked back leaned up against her car.

You dropped your arms now starting to feel like the attitude you had was stupid "Look I'm sorry I'm just not used to all this noise."

"It's fine I get it, but you could make up for it by inviting me over for dinner" Riri smirked at you, her pearly whites shining though her full lips.

"You're hot and sweaty right now at least go home and shower, ma'am" you threw the nickname out at her again this time in a playful manner.

"Mama you gotta stop with that ma'am shit, making me feel old and stuff." You and Riri both simultaneously laughed.

Riri locked up her garage for the day and pulled her car out the front of it.

"Ok well I'll see you tonight?" You softly smiled at Riri through her car window.

"I'll be there by 7:00 on the dot love" Riri smiled back before putting her car in drive.